Chapter 2

Thursday evening, after a quiet family celebration, Gary drove his son to Maude's. "I need to set expectations here," he told Chuck. "This place isn't full of young hot mamas. They're mamas, all right, but they're your mother's age -- at least."

"Really? Why is that?" Chuck asked.

"Put simply? They know what they're doing," Gary replied, "and they have the patience to teach YOU what YOU'RE doing! Young chicks haven't been there and done that -- you're here to benefit from their experience."

"Well..."

"Trust me," Gary chuckled. "It all still works or they wouldn't be there."

"Yeah, but dating someone old enough to be my mother..." Chuck mused.

Gary chuckled. "Oddly, your mother had similar concerns. You're aware, of course, they if you want foxy young mamas, you can take an older, experienced chick who knows what she's doing and crank back her apparent age, right? It's the best of both worlds!"

"Hmmm. I never thought of that..." Chuck mused.

"If you're at a pickup and some sweet young thing looks up at you with big eyes and tells you she has no idea how to suck a cock..." Gary chuckled.

"Dad! I can't BELIEVE you just said that!"

"Son, we're on our way to get you laid - and your mother is nowhere to be seen. You know and I know what the words are - and you're about to put them to the music. We can bend the rules a bit and express ourselves."

"Yeah, okay," Chuck nodded. "I see your point. Both of them, actually. But they're gonna be old, here, right?"

"They'll be old at pickup, too, Son. You need to be able to evaluate what you're looking at - you'll be having them edited later. Most likely, the criteria should be temperament and performance. But these women won't be dogs, for their age - they're here to convince you that looking at their sisters is a good idea, not to gross you out."

"Their sisters?" Chuck wrinkled his nose.

"Other older women," Gary clarified.

"Oh. Right."

At the door, Chuck was met by an old-looking Mediterranean beauty with a good-sized rack, prominently displayed. "Good evening. Do you have an appointment, Sir?" She addressed Chuck, not Gary.

"Uh, yes?" Chuck turned to his father for verification. "I'm Chuck - Chuck Oberndorfer."

"Oh, yes! I'm Fiona. Come right in - the ladies are waiting in the parlor." Fiona took Chuck by the hand and led him into the parlor, where eight women were present, apparently relaxing. They were all 'old women' by Chuck's definition - but, looking around, he had to admit that being old didn't keep them from being hot! Justine, Clara, Julia, May - the names rolled off him while he took in the visuals - they ALL seemed to have something nice to look at on them! Emily, Francine, Eileen ... Chuck drifted from handshake to handshake. "Things are a bit thin tonight," Fiona apologized, "We're training four other students..."

"Training? Students?" Chuck gulped.

"Yes, Sweetheart. You're here to learn - about women," Fiona clarified, smiling. "The first thing you get to do is pick a teacher."

"Ummm..." Chuck's eyes swept the group. Not one was under his mother's age, he reckoned, but they all DRESSED young. Not REALLY young, as a lot of REALLY young girls were showing off their nipples these days and none of them had gone quite that far - but there was a LOT of cleavage visible, and quite a bit of leg. Clothing styles tended to be racy but demure; no one was wearing a thong - or, at least, no one was wearing one with parts of it showing. There were no bare midriffs. Skirts varied between above the knee but not ridiculous to slit nearly to the hip. Several of the women wore something translucent, somewhere - but any of them could leave the house and go ANYWHERE - even a nightclub, or fancy restaurant - in what they were wearing. In fact, many of them would be considered over-dressed for someplace like a grocery store. They were all very ... classy, came to mind. Most of them - except Eileen, who was rail-thin and didn't even seem to have breasts - were ... matronly. Not fat, per se - well, Francine was pretty chubby - but they had that thickening that said they'd had children. Very few mothers avoided that, in Chuck's limited experience. Last, but not least, they were all calm and relaxed; a girl Chuck's age - probably even one several years older - would undoubtedly be visibly nervous, knowing that Chuck was selecting from among the group for a sexual encounter, but this group all had that serenity that comes with experience.

Chuck found the whole thing to be a lot more difficult than expected; one of these women was going to take his cherry - but which one? Oddly, he realized that even if there HAD been younger women in the room, he probably would not have selected one his age - they would have been outclassed. One item of curiosity surfaced, however, "Where is Maude?"

"Maude has taken on a student already this evening, Sweetheart. She's unavailable," Francine replied.

Chuck was mildly surprised. How long did this take, anyway? From his perspective, fifteen minutes would probably be plenty - he hoped to last a few seconds, but he was pretty excited. He nodded, not really understanding, merely in acknowledgement, and went back to his attempt to decide among those present. 'Eenie, meanie, miney, mo... ' didn't seem to cut it...

Francine and Eileen were out - largely because they represented extremes. That left six. Fiona was hot, but intimidating. Clara was black - something to look at, but not tonight. Chuck found that he was looking for something in particular - which was the coolest, most collected, most detached? The redhead -- what was her name? "Emily."

Emily smiled and came forward, extending her hands. "Excellent! Come, Chuck, we have much to do." Taking his hands, she led him from the room.

Gary made to fade away, but Fiona captured him. "Come this way - Chuck will be busy for an hour or two." She led him into what had probably been a library or drawing room, where a television was babbling and a couple of computers were available. "You'll find the syllabus for this evening's period of instruction up on the screens," she told Gary, "but feel free to surf the Net as you wish. Charlotte will take care of your refreshments and other needs." She pointed at a woman behind the sideboard in the corner. Gary nodded and seated himself at a keyboard to examine a class schedule already familiar from his early research.

Emily and Chuck had moved to a room that contained a computer, a large- screen television mounted on the wall, and a bed. Emily had seated herself on the bed and patted a place beside her, then pulled him closer. "This is a time of exploration - we'll get beyond in a bit. Feel free, Dear. I'm going to tell you what feels good and what doesn't - or what can be improved upon, at least. When it comes to sex, there's nothing like the practical exercise." When Chuck ran his hand along her midsection but seemed reluctant to move on to more controversial locations, she smiled and ruffled his buzz cut. "Don't be shy, Dear - I'm dressed so you can practice undressing a woman. Enjoy yourself. Get under there and find some skin - explore!" While he worked his way beneath the buttons of her blouse and worked her out of it, she lectured, "At a pickup, girls will probably divest themselves of their own clothing - and rapidly, if they're smart - but during the occasional tryst, the experience of removing clothing from another without having it become an exercise in frustration for both you and your partner is a valuable skill." Chuck's hands, then his eyes, found her breasts. "Sweet young things have breasts that defy gravity - but they've never been used, you know? They've never been swollen with milk, and then dried up after a baby has moved on to solid food. Nonetheless, most men enjoy fondling breasts - even if they sag miserably. It's a built-in thing, instinctive - and sometimes, those of an older woman are more ... satisfying. Go ahead..." Emily invited him to suckle - and Chuck couldn't resist. She was right; they were incredibly soft, and the nipples and areolas that capped them were fascinating toys. As for sagging, Emily's were losing the battle to gravity, but not in any excessive manner - her nipples still pointed outward, not downward, and the inch or so that they bottomed out below her chest wall wasn't much at all. No, they were VERY attractive ... Emily murmured, "Young girls have nipples that tend to be somewhat sensitive, but older women -especially those who have nursed children - tend to tolerate - even enjoy - a bit of gentle chewing..." Chuck tried his teeth, and Emily gasped, "Yes, like that - JUST like that!" Surprised, she found herself panting a bit - and lubricating. "You're very talented - you'll be in advanced classes in no time! Let's move on, if you're ready..." Chuck started multi-tasking, exploring the waistband of Emily's skirt looking for the fasteners while continuing to work Emily's nipples, one with his lips and teeth, and one with his fingers. Finding the button, he worked it one-handed in order to continue mauling her breasts. 'This one is a lot more flexible than his mother, ' Emily mused. The skirt was open quickly; Emily gathered herself and murmured, "Let's get me out of this..."

Chuck backed off and Emily stood, allowing the skirt to flutter to the floor, leaving her in stockings and a garter belt and red silk panties. "You like? This isn't the usual thing you'll find but it's more sexy and accessible than pantyhose," Emily told Chuck.

"It's very nice," Chuck breathed, his eyes flicking over her from head to foot.

Emily beckoned him forward, "Explore..."

It seemed natural that he end up against her with his hands on her ass. Cupping and squeezing, he murmured, "Dad says I'm here to learn to appreciate older women. It sure isn't hard..."

"Actually, it seems VERY hard," Emily replied, her eyes laughing.

"Yeah, that is," he agreed. His dick hurt, it was so stiff - and where it pressed against the soft bulge of her belly, it was hot...

"It's been proven that a selectee's family is more stable if he has a woman along who has been around and borne children," Emily gusted in his ear as his hands wandered along her back from her ass to her neck. "She can help younger women cope with her advice and experience."

"Is that why you're all my mom's age?" Chuck asked.

"Actually, Dear, I've met your mom and I'm much older," Emily purred. "I'm post-menopausal - do you know what that means?"

"No periods?"

"No periods, no eggs - and no children," Emily nodded. "And no eligibility to go anywhere. We'll teach you how to read a CAP card so you know whether an older woman who tickles your fancy is eligible. You don't have to work outside the panties," she added.

Both of his hands immediately slid under the waistband of the offending garment, "Mmmmmm!"

"Speaking of your mother, Dear - Since I'm here to educate you, I should inform you that the usual rules don't apply during a pickup. You CAN take your mother - but you MUST have sex with her, if you do. For most boys your age, that isn't such a terrible idea ... With your scores, you could take your father, too - and still manage two sweet young things..."

"Mom would FREAK!" Chuck chuckled.

"She did, actually," Emily smiled into his eyes. "Are you ready for a little comparative anatomy?"

Gary was comparing lesson plans for advanced classes for male and female students when Maude herself entered the waiting room with a couple and a teenage girl in tow. "Certainly, we accept female students," she said, "but our capacity is lower due to the limited availability of instructors - and lower demand, I might add. Male instructors are required to be potent but patient, and they must be capable of making the student comfortable and earning her trust. We don't accept walk-ins. Right now, I'm afraid we have no one available..."

"But..." the female half of the couple objected - and was interrupted by a loud beep. The television and every computer monitor in the room lit with the text, "Recommend Gary Oberndorfer." Gary pushed himself away from the keyboard as if it had burned him! "I didn't..."

Maude recovered herself and addressed Gary, "No, of course you didn't, Dear." Turning to the couple, she added, "We have AI support - full Confederacy cooperation, actually. Apparently, ours has an unusual solution in mind. If you'll excuse me momentarily, perhaps we can accommodate you, after all..." She waved the trio to chairs and turned to approach Gary, who was still in denial.

"I REALLY didn't do that!"

"I know," Maude agreed. "Would you step this way, please?" She led him out of the room and down the hall to an office, where she waved him inside and shut the door. Turning to a screen on the wall, she chastened, "See here, AI - that was disruptive, to say the least!"

"Agreed," the AI said. "But communications facilities in the room are less than optimal - no directly controlled audio ports. Interfacing with the primitive machines in place was possible but deemed inefficient."

"What is this about Mr. Oberndorfer?"

"Data collected in previous visits and the data from Gary Oberndorfer's CAP tests indicate that he is physically and psychologically suited to an instructor's position."

"He is untrained," Maude objected.

"He was in the process of training himself. He was well into the male AND female syllabuses, conducting comparisons - correct?"

"I was, yes..." Gary admitted.

"I'm sure this was idle curiosity," Maude disparaged.

"Gary Oberndorfer has been thoroughly briefed on the aims and goals of the facility - by you. Data collected during the briefings indicate that he understands and approves of the facility's mission. Although his spouse is resistant, Gary Oberndorfer is highly adaptable and would make an excellent instructor."

"The spouse presents a problem," Maude replied. "Should Mr. Oberndorfer decide to take advantage of this unusual offer, he could run into trouble there."

"Gary Oberndorfer, success at this activity demonstrates capabilities that will reflect positively on your next CAP evaluation," the AI addressed Gary. "Would this prove persuasive in a presentation to your spouse?"

"It ... might..." Gary hazarded. It was also clearly a bribe - as if he needed one. The implied 'Please deflower young girls for us' was enough incentive for him, actually, even though he DID feel that it was his duty to do it right...

"Sherry Oberndorfer would benefit from being utilized in the pool of women used in advanced pickup simulations," the AI continued. "It would be a learning experience for her and would improve her viability as a concubine, if nothing else. The probability that the facility might get favorable exposure among her circle of acquaintances at her health club is also a desirable outcome."

Maude, watching Gary, admitted, "We screen applicants and their families a bit more thoroughly than one might expect."

Gary nodded; he was surprised, but not shocked. The influence of the Confederacy was ever more pervasive - and the excuse that it was necessary to identify and neutralize Earth First terrorists and other threats was more than adequate to justify all kinds of surveillance. No one knew just how much of the Earth's data networks were regularly patrolled by AIs, but it didn't take a genius to assume that penetration approached one hundred percent. Confederacy warrants to collect and examine routine bank and business video and audio surveillance were serviced daily and without resistance - and generally without any visible result, which made complaints about the invasion of civil liberties a muted thing - who, exactly, was Big Brother watching, anyway? No one could tell... "What kind of pool is this?"

"We set up simulated pickups," Maude explained. "It is an advanced exercise. Students are presented with a random pool of women and limited time to test and make a selection from among the pool for the simulated extraction."

"I can't see Sherry doing this," Gary opined.

"You will influence her," the AI replied. It was a statement of fact. "Female testers are hypnotized and believe implicitly that an actual pickup is in process. This improves believability. Students are generally uncertain - and thus must also react as though the pickup is real. Testers remember their behavior after the test - this is an excellent method of handling those who are stubborn and deny their basic impulses."

Gary cocked an eyebrow. "What are you saying?"

"Sherry Oberndorfer's CAP score will undoubtedly improve, although it will not approach selection level. This is still an incentive, properly presented."

There was more to it than that, Gary realized, but the AI was deliberately avoiding being explicit. That left a number of possibilities flitting through his mind. He banished them, knowing instinctively that they were irrelevant to the moment. "I'll have to call her..."

"You will be connected - it is simpler than conferencing using your primitive equipment," the AI announced. There were ringtones, then:

"Hello?"

"Sherry?"

"Yes. Has something happened?" Sherry had acquiesced, but her opinion of Maude's still left something to be desired.

"Not that I'm aware of, Hon," Gary chuckled. "Look, we've been asked if we would like to be instructors here."