GEREMIA JONES in "THE REVERIE" 

A Story of Vix


Geremia Jones was 27 years old, a single man living in the big city of
Davenport, on the planet Vix. Like all Vixans, he had no real parents. He was
conceived in a GENEX laboratory from the fusion of multiple gametes, and was
born in a gestation module, in a government-run gestatorium - a Vixan birthing
center. And like all Vixans, Geremia Jones was raised in a state-run
children's dormitory - a childorm - tended by young, male child-care workers
called chatties.

Most of his friends called him Geri. Like the typical Vixan male, Geri's
shoulders were pert and dainty, his waist was thin and taut, and his hips were
broad and voluptuous, with the sensuous curves, full thighs, and generous
derriere that marked every Vixan male. He stood 5'6" (167 centimeters), about
the average height of an adult Vixan male. His eyes were brown, almond-shaped
and almost cat-like, set wide apart and slanting slightly upward at the
corners in his wide, rounded face. His lips were very full, thick and pouting.
Geri's hair was light brown and very curly, and hung past his shoulders. He
usually wore large, metal hoop earrings which made his broad face look even
wider.

Geri worked as a legal secretary at a big law firm in downtown Davenport --
Litton, Pemberton & Shields, an interplanetary law firm with offices in
sixteen cities on three planets - Vix, Gamelon, and Paradys. At the Davenport
office, there were 35 lawyers - all female, of course, and all considered his
bosses, even though some of them were brand-new law school graduates as young
as 23. And there were 48 secretaries and receptionists at the firm - all male,
of course. Each lawyer had her own personal secretary, while some of the
senior lawyers had more than one.

Of course, Geri had his immediate superior -- a 24 year-old lawyer named
Alexis Cantwell. Alexis was a beautiful girl, tall and solidly built at 6'2"
(188 centimeters). Her shiny, glistening jet black hair was cut in an
attractive, "bob" hairstyle, parted on the side and hanging to a level just
even with her strong, well-defined chin. Her eyes were big, wide-set, and very
blue - as blue as the bluest sea. Her face was often serious, but could just
as often break out into hilarious laughter or naughty jokes - and then turn
serious again in an instant. Her skin was very fair and rosy at the cheeks.
Her cheekbones were high, her nose was strong but cute, and complimented her
face. Her lips were full and symmetric. Geri thought her eyes were magnificent
- the bluest eyes he had ever seen. Geri often dreamed about Alexis' eyes.

Alexis had graduated from New Stanford University's Law School - the
top-ranking and most selective law school on Vix -- at the top of her class, a
year ago. Alexis had distinguished herself as a brilliant student, ranking
first academically in her class. In fact, Alexis Cantwell had been first New
Stanford law student in the history of that institution to have been named
Editor of the New Stanford Law Review - a position awarded for academic merit
-- and to have won the first prize in the prestigious All-Vixan Moot Court
Competition, not once but three years in a row. Now, at only 24 years old,
Alexis was already earning a salary of almost 200,000 Vixan Credits a year.
And Geri had been working for her, as her secretary, for almost a year now.
During that time, he had grown to love looking up into her blue eyes. When
discussing business with Alexis, Geri's mind would wander as he peered into
her eyes. But of course, Geri appreciated her for other things than her eyes,
or her brilliance. He couldn't keep his eyes off her body!

Alexis' broad shoulders, impressive chest and bust, and long, athletic legs
were amazing, and Geri often stared at her - while pretending to work --
gazing through the window connecting his small secretary's office to her much
larger office at the corner of the suite. Very often, especially in the summer
months, Alexis wore fashionable short-sets and jumpers that many professional
girls were now wearing: a crisp white dress shirt, with dressy short-shorts,
connected with suspenders which complimented the outfit. The best thing about
these outfits, Geri thought, dreamily licking his lips, was that females could
now expose their long, toned legs in the office. This was heaven for Geri. And
this was a new phenomenon - in previous generations, of course, professional
women like lawyers wouldn't be caught dead wearing shorts in the office. But
times changed, and thankfully, younger women became more conscious of their
bodies. The fashion industry, too, succeeded in changing women's attitudes -
making it much more acceptable to wear clothes in the office that could
project a semblance of professionalism, and titillate male co-workers at the
same time!

It worked the other way, too, of course. Now, males in the Vixan work-place --
secretaries and receptionists and other male clerical staff -- were dressing
sexier than ever before, with lingerie-like outfits, black lace, shoulders and
midriffs often bare; flowing, sheer dresspants and capri pants, and of course,
those 10-centimeter spike heeled shoes and stiletto heeled sandals that were
so popular.

But of course, men dressed mainly for themselves - to feel sexy and masculine.
The recent changes in female work-place fashions seemed more engineered by the
male "geniuses" who dominated the fashion design industry. And Geri was glad
that males dominated the fashion design industry. Catching a glimpse at Alexis
in her blue jumper - which matched her beautiful eyes in color - and her
extra-long, toned, athletic legs crossed one over the other, with her cute
blue "hush-puppy" suede shoes and their clunky, feminine, 3-centimeter block
heels, Geri daydreamed that he was a fashion designer and that he had designed
this outfit especially for Alexis.

As his eyes secretly swept over her lithe, muscular body from his perch behind
his secretarial desk, Geri crossed his legs, feeling his generous, voluptuous
thighs, sheathed in the stretchy, luxurious gray-green nylex of his
dresspants, brush one over the other. Geri enjoyed the sensation of the wispy,
delicate fabric against his legs, and how it clung skin-tight around his
curves. His dresspants were the ultimate in style, with elegant, ultra-wide
legs that flowed and billowed softly and delicately around his own legs when
he walked. With one hand, Geri held the sleek, stiletto heel of one of his
sandals, running his manicured fingers up and down the spiked heel. His eyes
were wide and spellbound, his mouth watered inside, and he licked his thick,
sensual lips.

Geri's big, brown eyes dazed into a mist, and glazed over with daytime
reverie. He felt helplessly enthralled by Alexis, the brilliant young lawyer,
his 25 year-old boss. From his fantasy of being a hot-shot clothing designer,
his daydreaming drifted elsewhere...

The two of them, he and Alexis, were on a tropical island on a faraway planet,
maybe Paradys... He was wearing a revealing, black-lace lingerie beach outfit:
a midriff-baring blouse and low-slung, skin-tight capri pants. She was wearing
brief, khaki shorts, a form-fitting, ribbed T-shirt, a utility belt and short
hiking boots - the uniform of an explorer! As the tropical sun blazed down on
them, the two explorers were on a long hike to return to the camp - and
Alexis' little, sporty skycar, that little craft of titanium and polyglass
which they flew out into the jungle in, was waiting for them, high above the
jungle floor. They would board the sleek little craft, which awaited them at
the top of a cliff - and Alexis, his stunning explorer girl, would pilot them
back to their hotel and civilization!

But before they could get there, adventure! Towering rocks and jungle hills to
climb, jagged cliffs to scale, small rushing rivers to cross! These rocks,
hills, mountains, cliffs, and rivers - they all intimidated him, a Vixan male!
How could he climb the big rocky wall, beside the waterfall which shoots into
the dangerous, rushing river below them?

How could I scale such a wall? I'm just a man! Geri thought. But he felt safe,
secure, protected! Alexis, his tall, blue-eyed athlete, his explorer-girl, was
at his side... In his daydream, he pictured her lithe, muscular body, in her
tight, brief khaki "explorer" outfit, scaling the rocky wall. When she reached
a strategically-placed ledge, she bent her lanky body down and took Geri's
quivering hands. With one hand under his armpit and one around his bare waist,
in one powerful movement, Alexis boosted him from river level almost two
meters, onto the small, narrow ledge where she stood. They peered upward, at
the jagged, rocky cliff above them. It was about 8 more meters to the top,
where Alexis knew the clearing was, where her skycar was parked. But scaling
the wall was their only alternative - there was no other way, now.

Geri looked down at the river below them, with its jagged, pointy rocks
forming white foam in the quick-rushing water. He felt the spray of the water
on his revealing, lacy midriff-baring top and skin-tight, black lace capri
pants. His feet were bare, as hours before he had taken off his useless spike
heels to hike around in the muck.

Ah, the fun they had this morning! The food! The passion! He had been wearing
fashionable shoes - black stiletto-heeled pumps - but he threw these aside at
their temporary camp this morning - in a jungle clearing. There, Alexis had
caught some fish in the stream, and Geri cooked them in their portable
ultrasound stove, which they had taken with them in Alexis' backpack. Alone
with Alexis in the jungle, Geri had stripped naked, pulling off his blouse,
his capri pants and his jockstring, so that he was wearing only his big hoop
earrings and the black-rose tattoo on his left hip, near his buttocks.

Nude, he cooked their meal behind a tangle of bushes, and then, still very
nude, he emerged to serve his girl. Alexis was sitting in a corner under a
tree, her long legs bent at the knees, intently playing video games on her
tiny porta-computer with girl friends back on Vix. She was dressed in her
provocative explorer-girl outfit: khaki shorts, ribbed T-shirt, khaki vest,
utility belt, short hiking boots...

As he walked up to her, Geri swiveled his broad, voluptuous hips and, with his
cock slowly growing, he held out the plate of grilled fish.

"Hey there, lawyer girl!" he said. "I think a big, strong girl like you needs
some lunch right about now. I have to keep my girl strong so she can protect
me! Now, do you want to put away that video game and take a nice little taste,
baby doll?"

Geri knelt at her side, on the soft jungle grass, and looked into her blue
eyes admiringly. As Alexis sat and played her game, Geri couldn't help
noticing her long, toned legs, bare from the upper thighs down to her khaki
socks and low hiking boots. He held the plate of fish in front of her, hiding
his stirring, hardening cock.

"But this new game is so cool!" Alexis said, her eyes pleading. "You know my
friend Lindsay back on Vix? I've beaten her six games in a row!"

Geri said, "Lexie, you're playing a girl on Vix? What do you need to play a
video game with a girl on a planet billions of kilometers away for, when
you've got me here?"

"Vix is not billions of kilometers away, Geri. Paradys is 36 million
kilometers from Vix."

"Fuck you, Alexis! Millions, billions... I'm a man! Men don't understand all
those big numbers." He glared indignantly at her.

"But Lindsay wants to -- "

His brown eyes flashed at her. "Fuck Lindsay!" he said. "Girls don't know when
to stop playing games!" With that, he grabbed the porta-computer from her
hands and flung it aside, two meters away in the wet grass of the jungle
floor.

Alexis' blue eyes flashed back. "Lindsay wanted to play just a few more games!
She thinks she can beat me!"

"Computers are for the office. Video games are for, like, nerd girls. We're in
the jungle, Alexis! We have to survive out here!"

Alexis looked surprised, but smiled sincerely. "We're doing fine, I don't see
why -- "

"Hey!" said Geri. "I'll tell you when we're doing fine! Besides that, are you
gonna listen to some nerd girl on the other end of a video game, or are you
gonna listen to your man?"

"I'm gonna listen to whomever I choose to listen to," Alexis said, coyly. She
extended one long, toned leg into the wet grass.

"And one more thing. Everybody calls me Geri these days. My proper name is
Geremia, and I want you to call me by my proper name. Ge-re-mee-ya." He drew
out the syllables with emphasis.

"Oh. You never brought that subject up at the office -"

"The office is different. There I'm just a little secretary. Here, I'm your
man. I'm your man and you will treat me as your man," he said. "What's the
matter? Don't you like my name? Geremia. It's a perfectly good Vixan male
name. I like hearing Geremia so much better than Geri, particularly from my
girlfriend. It's so much more adult and masculine sounding. I'm not an
adolescent kid, you know. I'm not a boy. I'm a grown man. Let my guy-friends
call me Geri if they want to. You call me Geremia."

"Fine, Ge-re-meeeee-ya!" she said, with a mocking smile.

"Don't make fun of it!" he scolded. "That's my name and I like it."

"I wasn't making fun..." said Alexis.

"Right now, all I know is that my baby girl has to eat," he said. "And I've
come to serve my girl her lunch!" With that, he took a piece of tender white
fish from the plate, and placed it between Alexis' lips.

Still kneeling in front of her, he gazed into Alexis' sea-blue eyes. "So my
girl can be strong, with enough energy to protect me!" He popped another piece
of sweet grilled fish into her mouth. Alexis shut her wide eyes, and smiled
and as she slowly chewed.

She blinked. "It's good," she said.

Geri placed a third piece of fish between Alexis' waiting lips. He said, "Oh,
you like?"

Alexis nodded a hearty "yes".

With one playful finger, Geri touched Alexis' nose and smiled broadly, his
brown eyes flashing. "Oh, then, like, you'd better eat this quickly. 'Cause I
have some work for you to do afterwards, big girl."

He placed another piece of fish into her mouth, and then dipped his fingers
into the fishy juices on the plate.

"Mmmm, what kind of work?" Alexis asked.

"Oh, you'll see, sweetie," Geri said playfully.

He lay the plate down on the grass, now revealing his growing cock. His
fingers wet with fish juices, he touched the sensitive underside of his cock,
soaking it with the dripping juice. His big cock grew still more, until it was
almost erect. Geri dipped his hand in more fish juice on the plate beside him,
and drenched his cock, slathering the oily, savory juice all over the shaft
and around the tip. Now his cock was almost fully erect, thick and glistening
with juice and pointing outward at Alexis. Geri was proud of the size of his
masculinity. He reached down and took one final piece of cooked fish, and
quickly popped it into Alexis' mouth as she looked down, her eyes riveted on
his cock.

With that, Geri put his hands on his broad, lyre-shaped hips and stared at her
seriously. "Eat up, big girl! I've taken care of you. Now, you've got to care
of me!"

Alexis gulped down the piece of fish and then smiled. "How so?" she asked.

Geri said, "Can't ya see?" he quipped matter-of-factly. "I've just bathed my
entire male organ in about a liter of fish juice!"

With the middle finger of one hand, he ran his manicured fingernail sensuously
from the tip to the shaft of his fully erect penis. He snickered and twisted
his narrow, pert shoulders in a playful way. "It's oily. We men like that kind
of feeling on our cocks. It feels luscious... But now, sweetie...."

"Yes?" Alexis asked.

"Now it has to be cleaned off!" he said. "And I'm looking for an attractive
girl to do it. You know, a tall, sexy, athletic girl..."

He pointed a finger at her shoulder, then her right arm, and ran his
fingernail over her bulging deltoid muscles. "A girl with nice, broad
shoulders... and pretty muscles."

"Oh yeah?" Alexis said, in a sweet, near-whisper.

"Yeah. Pretty muscles like these..." he said, fingering the bare deltoid
muscles of her right arm. His eyes grew wider.

Then Geri pointed his fingernail at her extended right leg, starting from the
knee and delicately tracing a line upward to her thigh, and downwards again to
her calf.

"And nice, long legs," he said. "A big, strong girl... A girl who's tall and
strong and smart enough to protect me out here!"

With one manicured fingertip, he touched his dainty right shoulder and
shrugged. He let out a giggle.

"And a girl who's attractive enough to please me. And I only see one big,
strong, sexy girl out here in the jungle who's got everything she needs to
please a man..."

Still kneeling before her, Geri dipped his hand once again into the fish juice
on the plate, and slathered juices again along his erect, throbbing cock. His
fingernail lingered beneath the tip of his penis with the delicate, circular
motion of one sharp fingernail.

"Mmmmm..." he said. "That feels so good." He wiggled his hips. "You know how
good that feels?"

Now he started gyrating his hips, rocking them slowly, which accentuated their
generous curves. "But you're just a girl," he said softly. "How would you know
how a man feels?"

He looked pleadingly into her eyes. "How would you know how a man feels when a
girl is licking him -- when you girls do it so delicately... Do you know what
men want?" He looked at her with wide eyes.

"Do I know?" Alexis asked softly.

"We want it done delicately, sweetie... We don't want it done roughly."

"Who does it roughly?"

"Girls. Girls with their tongues. That's why so many men have to play
themselves with a MEPI to get what they want."

"Do you use a MEPI?"

"What guy doesn't? A MEPI is essential, especially when a girl is not around."
He smiled naughtily. "It almost feels like a girl's tongue!"

"Oh, really?" she asked, wide-eyed.

"Yeah. Really. It can feel beautiful. It produces a sensation that's the
closest thing to the neorontin in a woman's saliva. At least that's what it
was designed to do. Most girls don't know to tongue a man. A MEPI can work
wonderfully, sometimes. Really beautifully. Sometimes I want to kiss the girl
who invented the MEPI."

"Oh, was it invented by a girl? I thought the MEPI was something some guy
thought up."

"Of course it was invented by a girl. Men don't invent things, honey. Of
course a man probably came up with the idea and told some scientist chick,
'Hey, this is what we men want, can you do anything to help us?' But the girl
did the brainwork."

"You're probably right there," she said. "But you really think a MEPI is as
good as -"

"Look, you wouldn't know, Alexis. You're a girl. Girls are rough. Look how
you're built. You're big and strong... You girls are always running around,
fighting, pushing, shoving, jumping, playing your sports.... Girls treat
everything like a sport, because that's the way your minds work. Because of
the way you're built, you females go through life thinking brawn and physical
strength is the way to accomplish everything. It comes from being taller,
having physical size and strength. You're Amazons. You're too physical. You're
awkward with things, you want to force. Like -- like slamming a basketball
into a basket. Like spiking a volleyball. Don't force, honey!"

"But --", she said.

He put a fingertip on her mouth, to shush her. "Don't force! Let the man
direct things in bed. Women should just learn to let men direct. It's better.
Just give me what I want, what every man wants, a delicate little tongue job.
Surprise me, use your imagination. Tease me!"

He grabbed her arms at her well-defined, bulging deltoid muscles, and shook.
"Come on, you're the girl! Show me you're the girl and you're in control!"

"Okay..." she whispered, with a coy smile. "But if I'm the girl and I'm in
control, how do I let you direct? Isn't that a contradiction?"

"There you go with your female logic! That's so frustrating! It's not a
contradiction. It's the nature of men and women, honey. Females are in
control, you girls run the world, and you want to know a little secret?"

"Yeah?"

"Men love it that way. We are sexually turned on by the fact that you females
run the world!"

"But -"

"But," he said, preventively putting a fingertip on her lips. "Men have
certain - certain advantages - over women. And one of those advantages is
that, while you girls are busy dreaming up new spaceships and satellites and
orbitals - while you girls are busy running the government and playing your
politics and all your cute little girlie games, we men are enjoying our role."

"Your role?"

"That's right. Our role. The role our minds and our bodies were designed for.
And you know what that is, sweetie?"

"Uhhh, what?"

"It's feeling like men. Soft and delicate. Men are the weaker sex and we like
it!" He giggled playfully.

"Wonderful," she said.

"And the other great part of being a man is - do you know?"

"Can you clue me in?"

"Taking care of our women," he said. "Because, sweetie, women are just like
little girls and you need to be taken care of!"

"But now you need to be taken care of? You're the one practically begging for
a tongue job!"

"Sure, that's how you take care of your man. But it's taking care of me in a
different way from the way a man takes care of a girl. A man has physical
needs, sexual needs. Otherwise we go crazy. We have fantasies, desires... we
have passions that women can't really understand. You just have to take care
of them. It should be simple for every woman, for every girl. Take care of
your man's passions!"

"You'll get what you want. But it's -"

"But when you're tonguing a man, you need to be delicate, okay?" Geri's voice
had toned down to a subdued, near-whisper, as he fingered his cock lightly.

"Look, sweetie," he said. "A man is a delicate creature. Look at our clothes,
we like delicate fabric against our skin. Why do you think we wear lace and
nylex and all that sheer, delicate man stuff, huh? Because we're soft and
delicate. Why do you think we wear those spikey, stiletto heels? We're men. We
don't wear silly girl-shoes, we don't run and jump around like a bunch of
idiot girls playing sports. We walk delicately, we clack around in our high
heels!" He giggled.

"Sometimes it seems all that clacking around makes you ditzy..." she said.

"That's how we think," he said. He rolled his eyes in mock self-derision.
"We're men. You girls call us scatterbrained and emotional and illogical. We
are illogical. That's not how our minds work, but we wouldn't want to be
logical if we could!"

"Somehow that doesn't come as a surprise!" Alexis laughed.

"I mean men and women are so much different. We like delicate flavors in our
food - anything spicy, interesting, tasty. A man has refined tastes, honey.
Pretty sophisticated for any girl to try to understand, huh? Girls don't
understand how a man feels, what we need, because - because you're just
girls!"

"But --- "

"Males have more sophisticated senses than women - we see more colors, we can
distinguish about 10 or 12 more different flavors than you with our taste
buds... We experience more emotions and different shades of feelings..."

"But what does that ---"

"Shush!" he said. "And you know what we need most of all, sweetie?"

"I hate to ask," she said, raising one arched eyebrow and smiling faintly.

"You're so cute!" he giggled. Then, his voice turned serious: "Alexis, we need
a girl to be delicate with her tongue! Light... flick it... delicious...
Delicate!" He glared at her intently.

He ran a hand over one of his swelling, curvaceous hips. "See this body, big
girl? You know what this means?"

"What?" she asked, flatly. She pursed her full lips in exaggerated, comic
frustration.

"It means I'm a man! Treat a man like a man deserves to be treated. You know
like that song by Toni Marlow? 'Make my curves sing with ecstasy!'"

"I've heard it... He's not my favorite singer, though."

"Well he's my favorite male singer. Now, do as your told, girl, and make my
curves sing with ecstasy!

He stood up, pointed his erect organ at her lips.

"Show me who's in control, big girl!" he said. The tip of Alexis' extended
tongue touched the underside of his cock-tip, and Geri shuddered in ecstasy.

But that was hours ago, at their peaceful lunch. Geri had demanded that Alexis
give him a tongue job out there in the jungle, and Alexis, of course, had
complied.

After one of the best tongue jobs he had ever had, Geri got up from the moist
grass, where he had been writhing on his back in ecstasy. His body wet with
perspiration, he regained his composure and paced around the jungle floor
restlessly.

"Sweetie," he said. "We need to set the mood." He looked up at the bright sun,
filtering down through the canopy of jungle trees. "It's broad daylight out
here. We need a more romantic setting."

"Like what?" Alexis asked.

He bent down and touched the top of a small, transparent plastex globe which
was sitting in the grass. The device was a Hive emulator they had unpacked
from Alexis' backpack. The Hive -- or Holographic Interactive Video
Environment -- was an all-purpose computing and communications network which
linked every planet and orbital in the Vixan System with thousands of channels
of news, entertainment, chat and sports, as well as platforms for every form
of business and interpersonal communications. It was sitting on the jungle
grass. When Geri touched a key on the small, faceted globe, it emitted a
bright blue glow.

He stood up. "Hive," he said. "Can you, like, darken the area in this
clearing?"

The Hive's familiar male computer voice said, "The area in the clearing can be
darkened by holographic ambient light nullification. How big an area do you
want to darken?"

"Hmmm...," Geri said. He put one fingernail in the crack between his two front
teeth, as he often did when thinking. He looked up at Alexis pensively. "How
big of an area should the Hive darken, darling?"

"You want it pitch black around here?" she asked, sounding slightly amazed.

His eyes glazed over dreamily. "I want a romantic setting...." he said, his
voice trailing off. Suddenly his eyes grew wide. "For when I attack you!"

She stood there lips pursed, brushing dust off her khaki vest and T-shirt.

"Hive, make it, like, 10 meters around us," he said.

"Executing holographic ambient light nullification within 10 meter radius of
Hive emulator," said the male computer voice.

Suddenly, the daylight around Alexis and Geri in the clearing started dimming.
Within 15 seconds, the area around them was almost pitch black.

"Ooooh, cool!" said Geri. He jumped up and down, clapped his hands in delight.
"It's like night time! I want some music! Hive, play the 'Where's the Fight?'
concert by the Sockets, volume 7.5!"

Geri had always liked to have sex to the sounds of loud rock music. The
Sockets -- four girls from Saster City -- were his current favorite band. Geri
loved Kimberly Clayton's soaring guitars and catchy, rebellious tunes.
"Where's the Fight?" was the band's latest concert release.

On Geri's command, the little Hive emulator emitted a tone, and the male
computer voice said, "Hive Channel 1 now playing the Sockets' album 'Where's
the Fight?'. Play time 69 minutes. This album was released on May 19, 782 at
Saster City, Sasteria. Copyright Hardcore Recordings 077519."

Above the Hive emulator, a cloudlike field of faint blue crackled in the
darkness. Suddenly, the tranquil, cool jungle air above the emulator was
filled with a three dimensional, almost life-sized holograph of the Sockets
beginning a concert on stage -- Kim Clayton, Jill Stoddard, Morgan Ford and
Allison Pickett, guitars, drums, keyboards and all, in all their outrageous
glory -- with blinding, colored stage lights flashing around them. The
dazzling lights of the concert stage were more than enough to illuminate most
of the clearing.

Geri looked up at Alexis. Red, blue, green, gold colored lights swirled around
them, playing alternately along the length of her lithe body.

The silence of the jungle clearing was shattered as Kim Clayton's guitar
soared, as the concert began. The band began playing, tune after addictive
tune. The party was on!

Geri prodded Alexis, nudged her hard on the right arm. "Will you be my baby
doll?"

Geri started gyrating his nude hips and dancing seductively to the wild,
raucous music. His naked form was illuminated exotically by the swirling,
colored stage lights. He raised his arms and his movements became wilder and
more provocative.

"Whoo-hoo! It's party time, Lexie!" he shouted. His face ecstatic, his arms
raised high, his hips gyrating, he danced faster. With a big grin, he flung
himself toward Alexis.

"Dance with me, baby doll!" he shouted. He grabbed her hand. His erection was
still huge, as he aggressively bumped and ground his voluptuous hips against
Alexis' athletic, well-toned thighs.

Then, he did begin to attack her. Ecstatically, Geri tore off Alexis'
explorer-girl outfit, throwing her T-shirt, vest, shorts, and boots all over
the jungle floor.

"Oooh, what pretty muscles!" he said, grinning, his eyes wantonly surveying
her athletic form. "Pretty hair, pretty eyes, pretty lips, pretty shoulders,
pretty muscles! And those long, pretty legs! Yummy!"

Finally, they were two naked bodies facing each other. Geri looked up and down
at Alexis' toned, well-muscled body - her broad shoulders, her well-developed
deltoids, her taut abdominals, and her long, lanky, firm legs. He stood there
mesmerized as the lights flashed over her strapping physique.

"Oooh, now's my chance!" Geri said, his voice almost singing.

He reached up, grabbed her broad shoulders and pulled her body slightly
downward. "You're mine now, big girl! All mine!" He plunged his huge, hard
cock into her pussy.

"Will you be my baby doll now?" he said, in a half-begging, half-insisting
tone.

He pulled her down a little more, so their faces could be closer. As he
thrust, pulled back, and thrust again with his cock into her wet, waiting
vagina, he kissed her passionately, plunging his tongue into her mouth, biting
her lips.

"Will you be my baby girl?" As he spoke, he continued thrusting with his cock
and continued kissing her with ferocity. At the same time, he held her
shoulders and kept pulling her down, down...

Until they were on the cool, moist grass, Geri on top of Alexis, still
thrusting and plunging with his huge, rodlike erect penis. His penis slid
inward and outward, filling the tight tunnel of her pussy and awash in its
slippery juices. As it slid inward and outward, his cock swelled and tingled
in ecstasy.

"I knew you'd be my baby-girl..." he said, grinning broadly.

He kissed her passionately. "Your blue eyes are so darling, you know that?"

"Thanks," she said, rolling her eyes.

"Mmmm...," he said. "And your lips. Your lips are so full and kissable!" he
said, biting her lips. "They're irresistible to a man, do you know that?"

For what seemed like hours, he kissed and fucked her hard, sometimes
half-kneeling and sometimes lying along the length of her athletic body. His
hands gripped her broad shoulders, the toned, well-defined deltoid muscles of
her upper arms.

"Grab my rear-end!" he yelled at her, between wet, aggressive kisses. "Don't
you know how to hold a man's ass?"

She took his butt-cheeks in her hands. "Like that?" she asked.

"All over! The hips, too! Or am I too big? Am I too big for you to handle?" he
shouted, cackling with laughter.

"You fit just right, Geri!" she shouted above the music.

"I know my cock fits right!" he said, pumping her hard, with almost violent
passion. "I don't mean my cock, baby doll!"

"Oh yeah?" she shouted.

"I mean my figure. I mean my curves!" he yelled. "Is it too much?"

As Geri thrust and ground his hips into her loins, Alexis let out a soft,
girlish moan.

"No! No, keep it up. That's it, Geri... keep it up!"

"Geremia."

"What?"

"Call me Geremia! I want to be called Geremia."

"But we're having sex!"

"That's my name. I'm not a little boy. Call me Geremia all the time!"

"All right. Ahhh - whatever you say... ahhh!"

"Grab my big hips, Lexie!" She complied, putting her hands on his hips.

"You call me Lexie! Ahhh^× " she moaned.

"Girls! You want everything equal, everything the same!"

"Ahh-- We -- we do not! Ahh^× "

"Yes you do, and you're just a girl, so shut up and take it!"

"Ahhh ^×"

"Darling! Maybe you can't handle the way I'm built! Maybe you can't handle a
voluptuous man!" he yelled.

"I can handle the way you're built!" she answered.

"Oh yeah?" he yelled. "Try this!" With a quick stab of his hips, he thrust his
hard organ deeper, plunging it inside her pussy with sudden force, like a
bullet or missile being launched. It was so big and hard he felt like it would
explode...

Alexis recoiled and gasped, letting out another helpless, almost girlish
little moan.

"Can you handle that, big girl?" he shouted, smiling gleefully. He was still
pumping fiercely, almost mechanically. "I'm winning! I'm beating you, girl!"

He pumped her harder, grinning fearsomely. Alexis grinned too, then her face
contorted. She squinted, moaned aloud, tried to stifle it but almost screamed
as her face reddened and her blue eyes rolled around.

For almost an hour, they were locked together, two naked, glistening young
bodies, one male, one female, romping and rolling, tangled together in the
tall, wet grasses of the jungle floor, as Geri fucked her for what seemed like
an eternity -- all to the soaring, catchy rhythms of Kim Clayton and the
Sockets.

"I'm beating you, girl! This is for men everywhere!"

His broad hips ground up and down fiercely as he pumped harder and faster. Her
moans of pleasure almost sounded like moans of pain. Beneath him, Alexis'
well-toned body heaved, and her long, athletic legs stirred, flexing and
bending at the knees like the trunks of two mighty palms, swaying under the
might of a hurricane. As he fucked her, Geri's legs intertwined with Alexis'.
Geri enjoyed the sensation of Alexis' long legs writhing and flexing against
his own. His feet reached only to the middle of her calves. As he passionately
kissed and fucked her, he rubbed his toes against her calves, enjoying the way
the differences in the lengths of their legs reminded him of what a tall and
well-built specimen of Vixan femininity she was.

"This is for men everywhere!" he shouted as Alexis panted and moaned beneath
him. "For the male sex! Take it, girl! Take it! You can't handle it! You can't
handle it, you big, dumb cock-dock!"

She let out one last moan, which ended in more of a gasp of pleasure.

Geri continued to pump against her with his hips. Finally, he lifted his head
back and closed his eyes. His face contorted in a broad grimace, as sweat
dripped down his temples.

"Ahhhh --" he shuddered. "Eeeeyaaaaaah!" His entire body tingled with the
glowing ecstasy of orgasm.

And then there was silence.

Later, after he pulled out of her, he sat back and propped himself up in the
grass with his hands behind him.

"Hive, bring light up slowly," he commanded, his voice sounding distant and
vacant.

The curving contours of his body, the taut abdominals of his wasp waist, and
his full, voluptuous hips, glowed in the dim illumination and shadows. He
fingered his shrinking, sated cock absently with the fingernails of one hand.

As the sunlight slowly returned, Alexis lay two meters from him in the grass,
flat on her back, with one long, athletic leg bent at the knee.

"You girls think you're so big and strong!" he said, as her moaning subsided
and her body twittered, lying in the grass. "You want to turn everything into
a game. Video games, sports. Law, politics. It's all a game to you girls.
Everything is a competition. You treat everything as a sport."

"But that was like a competition, too..." said Alexis, gasping.

"I know. That's what I intended it to be. It was a competition. We both held
our own, I think. I held my own as a man, and you held your own as a girl!" He
smiled sardonically.

"Uhh, thanks! I guess..." she said, with a twisted smile of her own.

"And you girls are gonna have to get used to being beaten by men!" He paused,
threw his head back, then cackled with fierce laughter.

Alexis sat up in the grass, propping herself up in the grass with her long,
muscled arms.

"Ger-- Geremia?" she said.

"Finally she uses my right name," he said. "Huh?"

"You called me a big, dumb, cock-dock when we were having sex!" Her cheeks
were red and puffed out, her lips swollen from his voracious kisses. Her long,
athletic legs were bent at the knees, extended before her in the grass.

"That's what all girls are," he said, nonchalantly. "Big and dumb!" He
extended a bare leg, slick with sweat and moisture and sticky green pieces of
grass. Playfully, he prodded her leg with his pointed toes.

"In what way? Are we dumb when we invent the gravomag engine? Are we dumb when
we build spaceships and orbital cities? Am I dumb when I win a trial?"

"No, you're not dumb when you do those things. Everyone knows females are way
smarter than males at all that shit. Girls are dumb because they don't know
how to handle a voluptuous, passionate, aggressive man. Girls aren't ready for
modern men. You want to fight us. You should just let us take what we want.
Girls should let men take what we want!"

"Now you're looking at sex like a sport!"

"Isn't that what I said?" Geri said. "But sex is a sport men can win. And we
will win. That's the future, honey. It's a battle of the sexes. You girls run
the world, you build everything, you dream up all the new spaceships and
engines and computers, you run the government. You control the technology.
That's because the female brain is made for all that. You've got us men beat
there. We know you're smarter than us men at math and science and logic - all
that girlie stuff!"

"You guys call it girlie stuff, but that's all the stuff that makes the world
run -- everything that keeps our civilization going!" she said.

"You females deserve to be in control. Females should run the world - you do
it so well. So we men will continue to let you run the world for us. We like
it that way. But you won't run what happens in the bedroom, in sex. That's
where men are in charge. In the future, sweetie, men will be in charge of
those things even more. In the future we'll dominate the bedroom even more.
We'll reduce you girls to our playthings!" He giggled.

"You will not!"

"It's coming, baby doll. Men have gained so much in the past 100 years, too
much to turn back. Only 60 or 70 years ago, some men were still trying to be
equal to women, trying to compete with women. Lots of married men had jobs
outside the home. There were men in government... Imagine that, male lawyers,
male politicians. Male doctors, even some men who were engineers, scientists.
Look at how much progress we've already made! Men are finally allowed to be
men!"

"So what does that mean?" she asked, raising an eyebrow defiantly.

"It means," he said, "that now that we're freed from all that stuff, now that
we're finally liberated from having to compete with women at work, at careers,
now that men are finally liberated, it'll be great to be a Vixan man, a Vixan
househusband, in the Ninth Century! The future is on our side, honey. Men are
liberated now. We've got you girls to run the world for us, inventing all
those gadgets and programming the computers and building us faster spaceplanes
and bigger, better cities, and keeping the technology going, advancing the
technology. All of that just makes everything more comfortable for us. The
male sex has harnessed your female brains for our purposes. Now we're going to
harness your big, strong bodies for our pleasure! You women are Amazons, but
you're useful Amazons. Now we'll train you to be our baby dolls, and you'll do
what we say in the bedroom. And just to make it fair, we'll do what you say
everywhere else! Because a man wants to serve his woman!"

"Then go fix me dessert!" she said, with an imperious look.

"I found some nice terraberries on a bush back there. I'll set the ultrastove
to freeze and make you a delicious berry ice treat!"

Their teasing discussion drifted on and on...

But now, they were standing on a tiny cliff, a rocky outcropping meters above
a raging jungle river, shivering in the river's spray. Geri and Alexis had put
their clothes back on. Geri stood, there, looking at Alexis. His
midriff-bearing, black lace elastex blouse clung to his torso. The blouse
revealed almost as much as it covered - the one-shoulder blouse was cut
diagonally, sleeveless on one side, baring a creamy, pert shoulder on the
other. His curly hair swept around his shoulders in the breeze, tickling the
skin of his bared shoulder. His big, metallic-gold hoop earrings danced about
his face.

They had to get back to Alexis' skycar, parked high atop the landing on the
upper reaches of the rocky wall. Once they got to the skycar, they would get
in and Alexis would fly them, high and away, thousands of meters aloft above
the jungle canopy, to the safety and civilization of Paradys City.

But now, Geri was scared. He looked up into Alexis' beautiful face, her strong
features and gorgeous sea-blue eyes. The river spray had made Geri's curly,
light brown hair fly in big frizzy tufts around his broad-cheeked face. As he
gazed up at her, the large, round hoops at his ears glinted and danced
playfully in the sunlight. The sound of the river was loud, almost
overwhelming. Over the rushing water, Geri yelled out: "Lexie, honey! How will
I get up there? It's too high! A man can't do all that climbing like a girl
can!"

Alexis looked down at him, her blue eyes intelligent and piercing... Her
glistening, shiny jet black hair was held back in a utilitarian pony-tail, and
her fair-skinned cheeks had a slight touch of red from the cold mist around
them. She parted her kissable, rosy lips.

"I'll have to push you up there first," Alexis said. "Put your foot up here!"

Alexis indicated to a small, jutting rock about half a meter above their
ledge. Geri moved his bare, left foot to the rock. There was another small
landing, a jutting precipice, almost two meters up and to their right.

Alexis said, "I'll boost you up there," pointing at the rocky precipice.
Alexis held Geri's wet, bare midriff, trying to grab him by the waist. Her
hand ran upward along his side, and grabbed Geri underneath his left arm,
quickly placing her other hand underneath Geri's generous right thigh. Geri's
voluptuous curves were visible underneath the diaphanous, black lace nylex of
his capri pants. Geri felt Alexis' hand, pushing with all her strength pushing
upward against his thigh.

Now Geri fretted and worried that his broad hips, generous thighs, and
expansive, rounded derriere, so visible and obvious underneath the clinging,
sheer fabric, would convince Alexis that he was too big, too heavy, to boost
eight meters up to the top of the wall.

He looked at Alexis' muscular physique, her strong arms and long, lanky legs,
and then looked at the wall of jagged rock soaring above him. For the first
time in his life, Geri wished he was a girl. He thought to himself, "Girls
have all those muscles, and long legs, and athletic bodies. They don't have
these broad hips and big butts that we guys have... Girls are built for
climbing rocks like this... They're built for running and climbing and jumping
and exploring and conquering every obstacle around them, with their long legs
and their athletic bodies. Men? What are we good for? We're good for rolling
around in the grass like we did this morning - we're built for sex and for
enjoying ourselves!"

Geri stood in front of her, legs apart, with his hands on his hips. Though
Alexis was 20 centimeters taller than Geri and he was used to looking up at
her, he felt even smaller now, out there, standing on a rocky ledge in the
wilderness, barefoot and shivering and vulnerable, without his high heels,
without clean clothes and the comforts of the city. Looking up at her, he felt
totally dependent on this tall young Amazon, this explorer-girl... would she
rescue him from the raging river below, and fly them back to safety?

He looked up at her, surveying her physique, her broad shoulders, and the
muscles of her upper arms, self-consciously worrying and wondering if she
would be able to lift him high enough... Were his hips too wide? Were his
thighs too fat? Was his ass too big?

"I'll lift you to that little ledge." She pointed to the small precipice
upwards and to their right. "It's about two meters up. On a count of three.
Are you ready?" Alexis asked.

He stood there looking up at her, hands on this hips, trembling slightly in
the cool mist. The lacy fabric of his capri pants clung tightly to his hips.

Giving the outward curvature of his voluptuous right hip a couple of quick,
hard slaps of his hand, he grinned broadly. "Can you handle me, big girl?"

"I think I can," she said. She took him with one hand under his right thigh
and the other under his left armpit.

"One, two, three!" she called out.

Suddenly, in an instant, Geri was transported out of his recollection of the
morning's sweet sexual encounter, as he felt a rapid push from below, and he
went soaring upward through the air. His vantage point changed, the rushing
river swept down and around and churned further below him, as Alexis swung him
skyward, onto the awaiting precipice two meters up!

BEEP! BEEP! The internal office intercom beeped with its loud, bell-like tone,
shattering Geri's reverie. A chill shot down his spine, as he realized he was
sitting at his desk, in the law offices of Litton, Pemberton & Shields. Geri
blinked. BEEP! BEEP! He shuddered and felt the hard secretary's chair
underneath his generous rear-end. He swiveled around and gaped at the
panoramic view from the wall-window. Their offices were located on the 457th
floor, over 2,000 meters above ground level, in ComPlex Delta, in downtown
Davenport, Sasteria.... On Vix, of course. Skycars and skybuses, looking like
tiny flies, their hulls sparkling in metallic red, blue, gold, green -- flew
about between the huge gray and white buildings outside, all polyglass and
steel shining in the sunlight, utilitarian and dazzling with their millions of
rectangular windows... BEEP! BEEP! "Geri? Geri?..."

"Geri!" It was Alexis' voice on the intercom. "Are you finished with that
evidentiary review document I asked you to format and file an hour ago?"