Nightclub Pickup By Tony Lee Gomes futuresex4000 @ inbox . com A new story of Vix, the female-dominated planet of the future! Welcome to VIX! The female-dominated planet of the future! SOME BACKGROUND: This story takes place on a faraway planet, a futuristic world, more than 4000 years from now. This world is inhabited by human beings. In some ways they are similar to us, but in many ways they are vastly different from the humans of today. About 1,000 years before the start of this story, robot-controlled "sleeper ships" from a dying Earth landed on a new, inhabitable world, 88 light years away, in the Gamma Lyrae IX Solar System. When the robotic piloting system awakened the cryogenically-frozen humans on board, they called the new world "Clairvis", meaning "Clear View", for the gorgeous blue skies and clear air, the open, flat terrain, and the wide expanses of ocean. Gradually, the humans developed a thriving colony, and signaled to other sleeper-ships from earth to come to the new world. In all, 31 ships landed on Vix, with human colonists from the USA, Canada, the United Kingdom, Sweden, Ireland, the Netherlands, Serbia, Italy, Brazil, Venezuela, Turkey, Lebanon, Vietnam, Angola, and Tahiti. Then, 177 years after the last colonists landed, a group of female supremacist geneticists, under the veil of a secretive state-run corporation called GENEX, took over the government, and the planet was renamed Vix. These feminist geneticists, aided by a few men, had a plan to change humanity forever. Their goal was a humanity where the female sex would lead, and males would follow. A humanity where female superiority and male inferiority would be so ingrained, it would be burned into people's genetic makeup and hardwired into their brains - guaranteeing a female-run society. Now, Old Earth is ancient history -- its civilization destroyed by war, pestilence and strife -- but the genetically-engineered descendants of humans live on, here on the planet Vix! Within eight generations, GENEX sliced and diced the human genome, cutting and pasting genes according to a master plan to transform the human race forever. And they succeeded in genetically engineering the planet's people into a new race. A female-dominated race. Vixan women are built like Amazons -- tall, strong, and athletic. They range in height from 5'11" to about 6'6", with the average height of an adult woman being about 6'2" (or 188 cm) tall. Their brains are hardwired to be more logical and stronger at mathematics and spatial and analytical reasoning than the brains of Vixan males. Vixan women have broad shoulders, long legs, strong arms, and although the "secondary sex characteristic" of breasts has been preserved, their breasts do not give milk and their nipples are not "erogenous zones" for sexual pleasure -- because Vixan females are not the nurturing sex. Furthermore, Vixan females have been forever freed of pregnancy and childbirth. Although Vixan men and women have normal, vaginal sexual relations, fertilization to perpetuate the Vixan race takes place in vitro, and gestation on Vix takes place in public laboratories called "gestatoria", where newborn infants are born, then sent to "childorms" to be reared by male nannies called "chatties". Vixan males are shorter and physically weaker than their females. Vixan adult males range in height from 5'0" to 5'8", with their average adult height being about 5'5". Vixan males have a penis, moustache hair (though no beard hair), some body hair and no breasts, like the males of Old Earth. But don't think Vixan males are too much like the men of Old Earth! Instead, these are really a brave new breed of males! And they have been designed and built especially for this female-dominated planet of the future. GENEX wanted Vixan males to feel their physical inferiority, to experience it organically, intuitively, and intimately. Ultimately, GENEX wanted Vixan males to enjoy their inferiority! But how to do that? GENEX devised an answer. The New Males of Vix would have narrow, pert shoulders and broad, curvaceous hips. Broader hips and bigger buttocks than their women. With their voluptuous, hourglass-shaped figures designed for one thing -- passion -- Vixan males are slaves to their sexual desires. They are hardwired to love their predicament and to love their bodies. And they are hardwired to lust after the tall, beautiful, athletic Amazons who run their government, fight their wars, fly their spaceplanes, and dominate their planet. And it's no longer just Vix - because the women of Vix are natural explorers - they are curious and daring. They are ambitious and inventive, and have built and designed a new fleet of fast gravomag-powered space vessels, with which they've expanded their new Vixan civilization outward, to other planets in the Gamma Lyrae IX Solar System. Now, not only Vix, but also the planets Gamelon, Sylvania, and Paradys are inhabited by Vixan women and men. And there are beautiful, inhabited moons, too - New Bethel and Cygnet and Denara. And in space, orbiting these planets and moons, are vast, woman-made satellite cities, where people live in technological splendor assisted by artificial gravity. "Nightclub Pickup" In the nightclub, Adona walks up to the tall brunette and takes her hand. The girl is fresh-faced and her lush, silky hair is in a pony-tail. She's wearing long, narrow-cut jeans and a white, collared short-sleeve shirt. "I had my eyes on you!" Adona says, as he pulls her to the dance floor. He looks up into her twinkling blue eyes, smiling. "I need to dance with you!" he shouts above the loud dance music. On Vix, it is a nightclub tradition: when a man asks a single girl to dance, she accepts. The girl looks down at him, allowing herself to be pulled. "I'm Adona. Adona Walsh," he shouts with a smile. "I'm Megan Brandwell," the girl says, smiling back. They're already dancing. The club's sound system is playing a familiar, jangling powerpop anthem. "I love the Sockets," says Adona. "Those girls are, like, my favorite band!" The soaring, delightfully catchy guitar riffs of Kimberly Cathcart and Allison Vaughan's keyboards seemed to shake the room. "They're good, I know!" shouts Megan. "So, Megan, tell me. Like, what kind of work do you do?" Adona shouts. "Aerospace Engineering," she shouts back. "For STA." Megan is referring, of course, to the Systemwide Transportation Authority, the main Vixan agency in charge of space flight and the design and construction of orbital cities. "Oooh, that's a cool career for a girl like you," says Adona. "With a body like that I'd have thought you were an athlete!" "Well, I did play volleyball in high school, and at the university," Megan answers. "Oh really? What university did you go to?" "Bethel Park." "When did you graduate?" "Last year." "So, you're like 23?" "22." "Cool! I'm 27," Adona shouts, smiling. "So you played for the Bombers?" "Yah... Middle Blocker." Adona scans Megan ostentatiously, looking her up and down and up again â^À" as if he were visually undressing her. "Sweet!" he says. "You've got that Middle Blocker's body. You're, like, all legs!" Adona is grinning broadly. "Yeah, people always tell me that ... Since high school." Megan blushing. "I was always lanky. I guess that's why I became a Middle Blocker!" "I love it when a girl is all legs... But then, you know how it is. Every man dies for that!" "Is that so?" Megan asks, playing along. "Yah! That's so," Adona shouts above the music. He slows his dancing and puts his hands on his broad hips, which continue to gyrate a bit. "And is that such a crime?" "A crime?" asks Megan. "I don't know -- I guess I'll have to check with my friend Jennifer on that one, she's a lawyer." "Oh, a lawyer, huh? And, like, is Jennifer as tall and as pretty as you?" Adona shouts, looking up at Megan. His eyes are open wide, his face expressive. "Well, she's a blonde," Megan says. "Sweet!" "That's her, over there," shouts Megan, motioning with her hand. "Ohhh, she's cute, too! I totally love cute blondes!" he shouts. "Adorable glasses. And a sharp dresser â^À" that's a darling vest she's got on." "You want to be introduced, then?" Megan asks. "Not just yet, honey." Adona says. "I want to talk to you first!" "Okay. We'll save the introductions for later." Adona takes another glance at Jennifer. "But your friend Jennifer is nice and tall and leggy, too. She's about your height, right, Megan? What are you, 188 centimeters?" "190." Adona grins. "I came close!" he shouts, with a jovial grimace. "Missed it by two cents!" He uses the Vixan slang for "centimeters". "Don't feel bad!" Megan shouts. "Sweetie, I won't feel bad if you can guess my height!" he shouts up at her. Megan looks down at him. She thinks a bit. "Well, let me see your heels!" she shouts. Adona lifts a foot and pulls up the wide, billowing leg of his dresspants, to reveal a stiletto-heeled black sandal. The heel is sleek and narrow as a straight-edged dagger â^À" and high. "Oh, those heels are what -- 10 cents?" shouts Megan. "10 cents? Guess again, girl. Ten centimeter heels were like, so twenty years ago!" he shouts. "Okay, 12 cents?" "Dead on, big girl!" Adona shouts. Megan looks Adona up and down carefully. "I'd say you're 165 cm." He laughs. "Ha! You came in closer than me! You win, sweetie! I'm 166!" "What's the prize?" "Another dance with me!" Adona shouts up at her. He thinks about it just as a new Sockets song is starting, then says: "The prize is you have to copy my dance moves!" "Oh, that's my prize? I have to copy you?" Megan shouts. "Sure!" Adona grinds his broad hips in time to the music. His hips undulate this way and that. A silver navel ring glints in his swatch of bare midriff. "I'd hate to think about what I'd have to do if I lost!" Megan shouts, playfully. Adona brushes back some long, curly brown locks, to reveal the soft, bronze tan of his bare right shoulder. The asymmetric black one-shoulder top he's wearing is cut at an angle, crossing over the left shoulder with a delicate spaghetti strap. The top's clingy fabric hugs his torso and is cropped below, to reveal the swatch of bare midriff which shows off his navel. Like all Vixan males, Adona has narrow, pert shoulders and likes to show them off. All of his right shoulder, and most of his left shoulder, are suggestively bare tonight. Catching her eyes, he looks up at Megan with a playfully defiant expression. "I don't know, sweetie," he says, shrugging his bare right shoulder suggestively. "The night is still young, isn't it? Maybe we'll play some more games tonight!" Megan looks down at him, watching as Adona bumps and grinds his wide, voluptuous hips. The black nylex fabric of Adona's dresspants cling like a second skin around the curves of his hips, upper thighs, and generous ass, while the ultra-wide pantlegs flow and billow breezily around his legs â^À" as if they were made from some magical, shimmery black gossamer. "Maybe. What kind of games did you have in mind?" Megan shouts. "Hmmm ... Maybe some good old-fashioned male-female competition!" he retorts. "Battle of the Sexes!" His big, delicate silvery hoop earrings reflect the club's lights and glint, setting off his dark, exotic features. The bare skin of his body â^À" his shoulders, arms, midriff â^À" sports an even, soft tan. His waist is narrow and taut, setting off the outward curves of broad, powerful-looking hips. Megan looks down at him as he bumps and grinds away. "Battle of the Sexes, huh? Like a girl on boy fight?" she asks, grinning. "That's man on girl, honey!" Adona exclaims, putting his hands on his big hips again. "Man on girl!" "All right ... Whatever you say. Man on girl!" "That's right." He pokes her arm with one finger, sticking a sharp, manicured nail into her deltoid muscle. "Man on girl." She raises an arched eyebrow. "Do I look like a boy to you, Megan?" he asks. His upper body is still, while hips are still gyrating, slowly and suggestively. "Not really," she says, looking at Adona's gyrating hips. "Oh, you girls think you can always beat us because you're taller and stronger than us men!" Adona shouts. "Maybe you females are taller and stronger, but men today have gained confidence. We're not little wimps anymore! That was long ago!" "Oh, really?" she shouts. "Yah, really! In today's world, a man takes what he wants!" says Adona. "And how does a man do that?" Megan asks. "It's all about the Battle of the Sexes. Let's see which sex will prevail!" he shouts. "Prevail?" she shouts. "I didn't know we were in a competition here!" "Come on, Megan! Grind your hips! Can you do this?" He takes her hand and tries to show her, slowing the rhythms of his hips. The firm muscles of his midriff, around his glinting navel ring, tighten and flex as his big hips rock, sheathed in the skintight fabric of the dresspants. The ultra-wide legs of the dresspants billow and float delicately around his own legs. His bare toes, sheathed in those black stiletto-heeled sandals, poke out from below. "Can you copy my moves?" he shouts. "Not like that!" Megan shouts back, laughing a bit. Her blue eyes are open wide, staring at Adona's gyrations. But her voice cracks nervously. "I can't do that!" Adona looks up at her. "You seem a little nervous, big girl! Come on, bump and grind!" The rhythm of the music quickens, and Adona's hips keep up the pace. Megan tries to emulate him, but makes no progress. "Come on, honey!" shouts Adona. "Can't you wiggle your hips? Even just a little bit?" "I don't know!" Megan shouts, with an air of innocent concern. "I don't know if I can do that! You're going too fast for me!" "Oh? Am I going too fast, or is it that you can't do it?" Adona shouts. "What's the matter, big girl? Can't keep up with a little man?" "What do you think? Women can't do that!" she shouts. "You know that!" "Oh!" Adona shouts. He covers his mouth with a dainty hand in mock regret, and looks up at Megan's eyes. "I forgot!" he shouts. "You're just a female! Females have smaller hips! Isn't that too bad?" He giggles, covering his mouth again. "A female can't rock it like a male can!" He snaps and bumps his hips aggressively, this way and that, as if to emphasize each word. "Yeah, I'll let you do the bumping and grinding!" Megan shouts, giggling. "That's okay, sweetie!" he exclaims. "Males wouldn't be attracted to females who could bump and grind their hips anyway! Like, why would I want to kiss a girl who's built like a man? Why would I want to fuck a girl with big ol' male hips? With a big fat male ass? That would be no fun!" Megan gulps. She laughs, but mostly to herself. The music is ending and the couples on the dance descend from their adrenaline rush, sweating, blood pumping. "I don't know ... " Megan says, her voice more hushed since the music had stopped, and taking on a more innocent, girlish tone. "I didn't know we're talking about who's boinking who. I thought we were just dancing, tonight!" "Just dancing? Men have daydreams, Megan," says Adona. Now his voice is more hushed, ethereal. He looks up at her, fixes on her eyes. "You know, we have long, long daydreams where we fantasize about the perfect girl! And it's something just a man would understand. A girl wouldn't understand." "Why not?" Megan asks. "Because you men are just soooo much smarter than us mere females, right?" "Ha ha! No, because you're females and not males. You can't understand. Men fantasize. We daydream. We pull out our mepis when we're alone," he said, referring to the male erotic pleasure inducer, the mepi â^À" the small, wandlike electronic device used by Vixan males to heighten the pleasure of masturbation. "We pull out our mepis and turn on the volleyball game on the hive!" The hive, the holographic interactive video environment, is the all-Vixan 3-dimentional "network of networks" that connects the entire Gamma Lyrae IX solar system with over 10,000 channels and communications platforms. "And we lie there watching the cute girls in the volleyball game or the basketball game, the cute sports girls â^À" we watch them run and jump around in their sexy little sports outfits!" Adona's eyes seem to be getting misty as he speaks. "In their cute little short-shorts that you girls wear that show all those legs!" he said. "And we men are, like, so happy that the volleyball uniforms are getting skimpier because we want to see more of those big, tall girls and their long legs and pretty muscles! Running and jumping around and playing, like all girls love to do!" "Okay," Megan said, smiling but with skepticism in her voice. "Now it seems you've gone off the deep end. Where is this leading?" "It makes a man feel soooo delicious! It makes us feel manly â^À" all that toned female flesh on display, those tall athletes! All those legs! All those big strong athletes! It makes us feel like men should feel. Like every man deserves to feel! Soft and delicate. Like slaves to our passions!" "Then what do you do?" she asks. "Let's go have drinks," he says, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He takes her hand and leads her off the dancefloor, to the bar area. They sit down at adjoining bar stools and type their drink orders into the digilink on the shiny black surface of the bar. Adona swivels around on his barstool to face Megan, and crosses his legs. The stretchy black nylex of his dresspants accentuate the generous curves of his hips and thighs. "What do we do then, honey?" he said, leaning in to Megan and hushing his voice a little bit. "We play ourselves with the mepi â^À" you know, a man's cock will get hard when he's looking at a tall, hot girl with a sexy athletic body. And it feels so good! Because the mepi is, like, designed to feel just like the female tongue on the male organ. It feels just like the man is getting a tongue job from a woman, with the woman's erostatin, that chemical in the female saliva that tickles a man's nerve endings makes us feel so good!" "Well thanks for the Sex Education lesson!" Megan says. "I feel much better now that I understand that!" "Oh, spare me the sarcasm, girl!" says Adona. The bartender puts their drinks in front of them â^À" a vodka tonic in a plain frosted glass for Megan and a sweet cherry-bomb for Adona. Adona's drink features a big flower and cherries and bits of fruit around the rim. He spears one of the tasty cherries with his swizzle stick, then stirs the drink idly. "Oh, thanks for the sarcasm, girl! That's what every man wants. A girl who understands male needs!" "So that's how a single man spends a typical evening?" Megan asks, trying to sound sympathetic. "Or a morning, or an afternoon ... I'm a waiter so sometimes I work some weird hours. But that's how it is when a man is, like, feeling hot and he doesn't have a girl around to please him. To give him a nice tongue job. It's mepi time!" "Mepi time, huh?" she says. "Mepi time," he responds. "I love mepis. Next best thing to a girl's tongue. I want to kiss the girl who invented the mepi!" "Oh? A girl invented the mepi?" Megan asks. "Sounds like it was something that was invented by a man!" "Invented by a man? Honey, I don't think so. Men don't invent shit, honey. We don't invent shit. You know that! What have men ever invented? The mepi is technology. Males don't do technology. Females do technology. Females invent stuff. Males just go along for the ride. Or we ask a nice female to invent something for us. Or we beg females to invent something for us. I think in the case of the mepi, we begged. We said, hey, girls! Why don't you use those amazing female brains of yours to invent us men a toy! Invent us a sex toy, something that'll tease a man's cock just like a girl's tongue does. Something that will make masturbation more pleasurable for men. A toy we can use when we can't find a girl! So some scientist girls put their amazing female brains together and they built us a little something called the mepi!" "Okay, so then what happened?" "Well, honey, as I said, a man has his fantasies. A man wants a tall, athletic girl. You know, tall and toned. Like some people around here!" He smiles ironically, moving his eyes left and right with exaggeration. "I won't say who!" Megan blushes. "With long, sexy legs!" he says, rocking the leg that was crossed over the other. He pushes back a few strands of his curly, deep brown hair, to show his bare right shoulder. With his right hand, Adona takes the dripping swizzle stick from his drink, and runs its tip lightly over his exposed shoulder, tracing a wet line on his bronzed skin. "And nice broad shoulders!" he says. "And sexy little girl-hips. Small hips and a small ass like a female is supposed to have!" Megan blinks and takes a sip of her drink. "You know you have such darling blue eyes," says Adona. "Such beautiful clear, baby blue eyes. They really set off your features well. You're a very pretty girl." "Thank you," Megan says, her voice suddenly squeaking like a little girl's. "And a man wants a girl with â^À" with pretty muscles!" he says. He shrugs his bare right shoulder, emphasizing its daintiness. "Because, how else," Adona continues, "how else would you females be able to protect us men, if females were built like males?" His voice grew hushed. "How would you girls be able to run the world for us men?" "I don't know," she said. "I don't think running the world has anything to do with how a person is built." "If you females were built with little shoulders like us males have, if you had big hips and curves, and short legs like we have? Then we males, we couldn't look up to you girls and know that you've got the planet under control for us!" "Okay, maybe it's time for us to walk over to --" "Wait a minute, Megan! I want you to understand how a man thinks!" He stands up and stamps one high heel down on the floor. With Adona standing and Megan still sitting, their eye levels meet exactly. He puts his hands on his hips and his voice takes on a lecturing tone. "You're 22 years old. You seem like a little girl in some ways, even though you're such a big, tall, sexy, good-looking, and probably incredibly-smart Astrospace-Physics whatever-you-are!" "Aerospace Engineer." "Whatever. That's girl-talk anyway. You can't expect a man to figure out any of that, our brains aren't built that way." Adona's hands were still on his hips. Now he cocks his hips to one side, emphasizing their wideness, their strength. "Remember who won the Battle of the Sexes tonight. I did." He twists his hips again. "But that was just tonight's battle," he says. "Maybe if we see each other more, there'll be other battles. Some battles, the female will win. Females are better than males at math, right? You females, you design satellites and space cities and skycars, right? You females control all the technology, all the computers and the machines and everything that runs the world, and all the planets that have people! And us men, we just go along for the ride because we don't understand jack shit about math or technology, because we can't understand any of that technology and science and numbers stuff that you girls dream up. That's why females are the politicians and the pilots and the engineers, that's why females make all the technological stuff and we men are the maids and secretaries and househusbands. That's why we men will always be maids and secretaries and househusbands. The male of the species will always wear an apron. And you know what, Megan? We love it! We want to wear the apron because we enjoy our place. A man deserves to feel like a man, and no one can take that away from him!" "Do you always give long speeches like this after dancing?" she asks, teasingly. "Megan! Everything is a joke to you girls! Sometimes it seems like even sex is a joke to girls." "Okay, I won't joke. What is it you're trying to say?" "You females, the female sex â^À" just because you're taller and stronger than us, just because you run the world â^À" it doesn't mean that men don't have some power! Just watch out, honey! Just because we wear the apron, doesn't mean men are weak! It doesn't mean we're pushovers. There will be some battles that males are destined to win! Like I said, we're not the wimpy unassertive men of the past. The future is coming, honey! Modern men take what they want. We have our passion, our lust inside us ... Yah, we are slaves to our passions! But that's part of being a man! We have our fantasies. But our fantasies today are about taking what we want. Men are liberated now. Sexual politics is different. Our generation, Megan â^À" we're the future! You're a woman of the future! I'm a man of the future. The man of the future will take what he wants!" That night, Adona gets Megan to fly him home in her little skycar. In Adona's apartment, Adona will take what he wants from Megan! To be continued. . . .