I can never remember a time when women didn't greatly
outnumber men. I've scanned the histories, scanned the fictions (even tried to write a few fictions
about that time myself), but its beyond my experience to even understand a time when women weren't
completely in control of the world and society. With roughly eighty percent of the population, of
course they're in control. There's still the thread about the how's and the why's of it all.
Geneticists have a reason for it all, but the last time I tried to bone up on it, it was bigger
than my little mind. I'm just a writer of popular fictions after all, not a sci writer. I leave the
hard thinkin' to the ladies. It's not like there's less people though, dammit. It'd be nice to be
able to find a slot when I need one when I'm out roamin'. Every slot's taken near the best zones
all the time! At least people still d'load and scan fictions else I'd be out of credits. Well, I'd
still have Maggie's credits to live off, but then I'd have to answer to her for every little chit I
wanted to lay down. Not that Maggie's a dom with me. We've been together for too long for that. I
fell for Maggie the first time I scanned her; we were both twelve and even back then she put her
hooks deep in me. Maggie's always known what she wanted and gone straight after it. I know it's
crude, and I'd never say it in mixed company, but it doesn't hurt that she's a five-star babe
either. I mean, she pulls down tons of credit working the 'cast, but the reason I fell in love with
her back then was because she zaps me real hard. Maggie's been a good provider over the years and I
really have no beef with how she's run things, but there's always been the ongoing problem of our
Third that she's never wanted to deal with. I know it isn't right because her attitude has always
been too old fashion in this area, but I can't help but be a little jazzed that she never wanted to
share me with a Third. It's almost like she's jealous and that rev's me too. Still in all, we've
got no choice now. Maggie used up our last waver with the option that came through last month. The
gal didn't seem that bad to me either, but Maggie can be as hardheaded as she is beautiful, so
there ya go. Any day now someone's gonna exercise an option and then we'll not have much choice in
the matter. Unless she's a kinker or a dyker, we'll be SOL. At least assuming she makes as much as
me, that is. That's always why Maggie's encouraged my commercial scribings. At least with the
credit I pull down we won't draw a Third that's a freeloader, like some. I wish I could say I
understood all of Maggie's problem with taking a Third in, but I guess that's a woman thing. I know
some families clash with their Third, but by and large the Third laws have worked to everyone's
good - just like the government says. Like they say, four girls for every boy, something had to
happen. Can't blame the Thirds for the variances of genetics. It's not like any woman really wants
to be a Third. Every Jane wants her own Johnny, but obviously that can't happen. There's a lot more
dykers of course, but that's not for every girl after all. Not every Jane can be satisfied with a
seventh night ride just once a while. I know I wouldn't want that myself, though seventh night can
be pretty fuckin' fun. But I guess it's different if you're on the female end of it. But it's not
like Maggie uses me all six nights she has me anyway. First of all, she's got her career and all,
so she's working most of the time. Then there's the fact that most girls that even have steady
rides don't want 'em six nights a week. Even at our ages we've steadied out to about five times a
week, and most of those are during the day when Maggie's not as busy. So it's not like she can't
spare me for a Third. It's not even that in our bracket the Third might choose to live with us. I'm
realistic after all. Despite the stories, I know we're not gonna draw a knockout babe that's gonna
do us both every night with cheap, hot sex. I'm not into that anyway; I don't even go into the
bird's nests on seventh night when I could. Maggie's just a sweet soul that never really learned to
share her goodies with anyone. She's a collector and she doesn't like people messing with the stuff
that she's collected over the years. I know that she cares for me and all, but Maggie not wanting a
Third is more about not wanting to share what's hers than not wanting to share me. Even on eighth
night Maggie's a little distant. (I know, there's really no such thing as eighth night, but
everyone knows what the old joke about eighth night sex being so good means.) But I don't wanna
sound like I'm down on Maggie, 'cause she really does it for me like no seventh night hottie can.
Just seeing her on the 'cast while she's workin' can get me rocky and I get to toss her five times
a week. If I weren't flippin' her, I'd have a bad dose for her. Anyways, I get back from a 'noon of
strollin' the zones, not really a heavy shoppin' trip or all, and when I get home there's an
official noti on the wall. I d'load it and sees we been pegged with another option. I know Maggie's
gonna boil. Still and all, I am a little curious, so I check the sender and do a lookup. I did it
discreet like, at least. The sender turned out to be one Elizabeth Rose Lancaster, who I have never
heard of. It might have been some Jane I flipped on seventh night, but I usually liked to get a
name. Like I said, I'm pretty conservative about such things. I pulled up Lancaster's public bio
and at least she wasn't a complete barker. She wasn't a babe like Maggie, but then not many are.
She was a little older than us, a touch on the heavier side and (most oddly) listed herself as
double hetero. There weren't too many double h's, these days. Even Maggie listed herself as BI even
though she hasn't bedded another Jane in quite some time. At least, not that she clued me in on. At
least Lancaster showed a descent credit scan on the public side. She made twice what I did, though
still not as much as Maggie. She listed herself as a writer, which was about the only thing I
scanned that we had in common. Don't know what kinda words she was selling, but someone parted with
nice credit to d'load 'em. I calc'ed that I had two choices. This evening was my seventh night
anyway and I was supposed to check in by 17:00. It was already 14:00. I could wait and see if
Maggie was gonna scoot by, but generally she won't see me off before seventh night anyway. Maggie's
never said it, but I've always had the idea she didn't approve of seventh night. "Course, it's the
law whether she approved of it or not. Every man had to pull at least one seventh night gig a week
with but a few exceptions. At least I didn't usually pull more than one, unless Maggie was busy or
out of town on business. The other alternative was to mark the noti as unread and let Maggie deal
with it when she got home. I could always check in early and earn a few extra credits. As compared
to facing Maggie immediately after she read the noti, that sounded peachy with me. After I hit the
shower and changed, I left a sticky for Maggie to remind her where I'd be. Sometime she can be so
tied up with work that she forgets our plans. I hit the Metro to buzz down to the local Seventh
House. Normally I didn't flirt while I was out but there was a Jane on the Metro that was giving me
serious eye. I was on the way to the House anyway, so it's not like I was lookin' to get some on
the sly like most Johnny's do. She was a looker and a bold one too 'cause she came right up and sat
beside me, wanting to cuddle. She had the look of the lonely and I hated to tell her I was married,
but when I told her I was on my way to do my civic duty, she brightened just fine. Her voice had an
eager rasp when she asked which House I was headed too. Since she was such a looker (and seemed a
sweet gal as well) I told her and we brought out our pads and swapped sigs. At the door of the
House the attendant read my pad and pulled my records. She thanked me for coming in early as she
gave me my pharmis. There was a new pharmi this time and, after scanning it, she told me that the
docs read that it helped for stamina. She was a nice one, so I gave her a little wink and a tickle,
but she just laughed me off.

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 Probably the attendants got free rides whenever for all I know. I'm
sure the ones that dispense the pharmis got as much as they wanted. Next the Doc got her blood
sample from me and gave me the run thru. It may have been the pharmis already started boiling in my
system, but it felt like she took a little longer with the inspection than she had to. That was
fine by me, of course, because by then I was ready to flip her anyway if she would have only given
me the word. I checked a single room with the dispatcher and looked to see if the Jane from the
Metro was here yet. Unfortunately she wasn't, but the ration of fems-to- mens in the house was 2 to
1, so I doubted I would be lonely for long. Besides, by now my sig was out so that any interested
Jane in the area would know that I was here. I usually didn't go for repeaters, because of Maggie,
but there ya go. When I went into my assigned room, I hit the switch to show that it was occupied.
I set the fem limit to two as I always did. You hardly get more than two in a single room anyway,
unless you're some kinda star. Besides, if I want wall-to-wall fem I could go to the bird's nest in
the middle of the house. I had just drawn a glass of water when my first Jane comes in. She was an
older gal, maybe twice my age. That didn't bother me 'cause I always had a thing for older gals
anyway, especially the ones that blush and act all shy on me when I first meet them. Some of them
can even remember the one-to-one days, but that's usually the ones that are too old for even me.
This one was probably raised by a one-to-oner though, so she might still have that mind. Anyways,
we talk a bit and she seems a nice one. (I said I was conservative at these things.) She's got
soft, wavy brown hair and a gentle smile. She was wearing a bronze sweater that buttoned down the
middle and when I reached for the top button she smiled like a young girl. Her name was Martha and
her breath tasted like wintermint. Since she was my first tonight, we both had on all our clothes.
I think Martha liked that because she seemed to enjoy me taking off our clothes a piece at a time.
There was nothing under the blouse except sweet woman breasts that were too small to sag much. When
I gently sucked them into my mouth, her moans made me feel that it had been a very long time since
anyone had done that for her. That's what seventh night is all about for me, anyway. The rich and
the beautiful, both young and old, can marry or catch meat on the sly. But the average looking gal
with an average job might go years without a man if not for seventh night. Maybe her whole life.
Something about the average women, the lonely ones, made me feel like this was something
worthwhile. At times, something sacred. Soon we were both naked and she seemed pleased that she had
entered my room. I knew when her clothes were off that I had never seen her before because she had
a dark brown birthmark on her side that I would have remembered anywhere. Martha's hips in front
were a little bony and her butt in back sagged at bit, but she had a nice mouth and she kissed
wonderfully. I had already set the aromas to lilacs and the lamps to soft violet so when I pulled
her down into our own little nest it startled her a bit, but then she smiled and giggled. I think
it had been such a while for Martha that it was almost like being with a virgin, only a virgin who
had lived and waited a very long time. But, I don't think she was a virgin really because she knew
exactly what she wanted. I tried to go down on her, but Martha was eager for the ride by then. Or
rather, she was eager to be ridden. She surprised me when she flipped me and wanted on the bottom.
Seven out of eight ladies want to be the top so they can get their fill, but Martha just wanted me
to hold her tight and work into her gently. She pulled me down until my face was buried into her
hair and her bony pelvis thrust back against me hard for a while. Eventually her thrusting slowed
as she wore herself out, but she wanted me to keep going. By this time she was hugging me tightly
and crying, so I figured she was thinking about someone very special to her. I tried to fuck into
her lovingly, like whoever she was thinking about would have or should have. I don't think Martha
had an orgasm, which I thought was a damn shame. She was a lovely, tender woman and I wanted to do
everything I could to make her happy while she was here. I think the emotions were just too intense
for her though, because eventually she decided that she had to go. Before she left, she asked for
my sig and begged me to see her again sometime when I was in the House. I told her I'd be happy to
share a nest with her again but that next time she had to promise to let me please her. She giggled
and blushed like a schoolgirl in my arms. This was why I loved seventh night so much. Maggie was
wonderful and I love her so much it hurts. But, having a forty-year old woman in your arms
blushing, dying to come back and toss you anytime, makes a Johnny feel pretty nice. I was feeling a
little sad after Martha left when in walks a couple of go-girls that were on a date. Man, they were
ready for action. They clued me that they had been to the bird's nest but there was not enough meat
there for their taste, so they were ready for a hard ride. Janni and Marta couldn't have been more
different than Martha, which is what you get sometimes with seventh night. Marta was the dom, so
she went first crack. She pushed me back into the nest, leering all the while, though she was
gentle enough about it. Janni cranked the enviros to pulsing lights and some harsh, smoky fragrance
I didn't even know. Marta's shaved beav between her leathers was already glistening so I knew she
would be fast on the draw. Sure enough, by the time my back hit the floor, she was already settling
in. For all her complications, Marta's needs were simple. She just wanted a wild ride on hard meat.
She had her sub rubbing her off as she rode, one hand frigging her clit and the other with knuckles
knocking at her back door. Since my hands were free and I wanted her done, I pulled and twisted on
her nipples that poked out of the leather cutouts. She thanked me by picking up the pace and soon
she was popped. She pushed Janni's head down on my meat and had her clean it off. For a reward, she
let her sub straddle me with her ass facing back at me and sit down. Of course, Marta wouldn't let
Janni thrust on me until she had eaten out her dom's beav proper. That was a little boring for me
of course, with nothing to do or look at except Janni's ass. With nothing better to do I thought
I'd give her tail a tingle, but Janni's tail looked like it had already been well used by her dom
already today. Lucky for me, Janni was adept at getting Marta juiced, so in short order her dom was
wicked tired. Janni spun around on my meat without even pulling back; then she began to work me
with the well-trained muscles of a good sub. She was brutal with me, squeezing my cock out like a
wet dishrag. Janni probably never got real meat, but I could tell she was well versed in the
plastic and rubber flavors. From the way she squeezed, I wondered if they ever broke. Even with the
pharmis I had a hard time not popping. It looked like Janni was on a personal mission from God to
see if she could make me shoot, because she was working it too good and too hard for it just to be
her own rock she was after. Sure enough, Marta came around dogging her saying no way this Johnny's
gonna 'load on her scrawny snatch. Janni had a wild look, like she really needed it. No telling
what perv Marta had waiting if she couldn't get me off. I don't like doms anyways, so I decided to
try and give Janni what she needed. I started rockin' hard, thinking of all the Jane's that get me
rollin'. I thought of Maggie, of course. Then I thought about Martha, but our rockin' was too hard
to think about tender Martha. I thought about a girl from school with long, silky black hair. Just
as I was about to get my nut, I thought of the picture of Elizabeth Rose Lancaster, the plain
looking woman that wanted to be our Third, and I blew. 

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