Agency for Good

"Here what I got. It's a hook-up request from you. It says you are within ten meters. The transaction is acceptable. The utility is almost zero; quality is low, mutual satisfaction is low. But I'm going to accept, with a message."

He spoke his message into the phone, "Would you meet me at my living space in an hour?"

Natalie's phone alerted. It showed that Scott accepted and had converted his message to text. She responded with acceptance.

"Notice that your status has changed from 'unavailable' to 'engaged.' After we have sex, it will automatically go back to 'unavailable.' Next time you want to have sex, invite somebody on your A-list or set your status to 'available' and wait for the offers to come in. Next time you want to have sex with me, use the app. I won't accept unless you've been discharged by somebody else."

"Okay. I want to search for John. ... Got him. It says, 'not recommended.' Zero utility, zero quality, and zero satisfaction. It also says that he is within 300 meters, and his status is 'engaged.' I guess that's why he wants other women."

They spent some time talking and the hour passed.

"Do you still want to see my wall?"

"Absolutely."

"I've added to the dramatization. Here's where we left off. Queue the explosion."

The big explosion was depicted along with fire and crumbling buildings. There was a fade out to a scene of a crowd of people dancing to big band music.

"While the bombs were coming down from the sky, there was dancing underground. Do you recognize the rhythm? We can dance to that."

They swooped around the room. At the end of the dance, he dipped her again, deeply. His left arm was under her shoulder blades. His right arm was around her and under the small of her back. He slipped the right arm down below her derriere and picked her up. He lifted her to his lips and kissed her. He carried her that way to the bed.

Although she did not resist, she made no move to disrobe. Scott thought that perhaps she wanted to be taken. He proceeded to do so gently. He took the bottom rim of her pullover top and lifted it. She cooperatively raised her arms so that he could pull the garment all the way off of her. After the skirt fell away, be backed her to the bed and then lay her upon it. She cooperatively rolled over on her side so that he could reach the bra hooks and she raised her rump so that he could slide the panties off.

During their previous encounter, he learned that Natalie had a very sensitive clitoris. This time, he would approach with light pressure on the outside the labia. A little tug down and then up. He made a slight circular motion on the side. Soon he could feel engorgement inside the labia. He slipped his finger down to the opening of the vagina to pick up some wetness. Thus lubricated, he slipped his finger between the inner and outer labia. That was all it took. She quit breathing and then squeezed her thighs together as she yielded to erotic pleasure.

When it was over, she spread her legs without making any indication that he should proceed. He spread the opening of the vagina and placed the head of his penis just at the opening. He asked her if she was ready. Fifteen seconds passed. Scott perceived that she was having a mental debate before she answered affirmatively. He hesitated for perhaps five seconds and then made the first tentative entry. In a little way. Out. In a little further. Out. In. Out. In time, she started adding her own motions. His orgasm came and with it the paltry energy flow.

"That was good. Not as quite good as last time, but better than any other time."

"That would be from the reduced energy flow. ... When I asked if you were ready, you thought about it."

"Yes, I considered that I was on the threshold of irreversible change. Last time was an experiment. The idea of John being an agent and having sex with other women was still abstract and unreal. Even the polygraph results seemed unreal. Until the moment that you asked, I was holding onto a fantasy that it wasn't true and that things would go back to the way they were.

"Having sex with you, by choice, for my own pleasure, would mean that it was all real. I would have to give up the fantasy. I would no longer be the woman who was unfailingly faithful to John. I would forever be the adulterer. It did not matter that John was doing it or that he had given his permission. I would be different. But then, I realized, that I had already had the orgasm. I already had the intimacy. I was already different, and the penetration made no difference and that I might as well let myself have what I wanted. And so, I said yes. But then you hesitated."

"I wanted to be sure that you would not change your mind. The first time I had sex after separating from my first wife, I had a similar moment. She had already moved on and had a boyfriend. But it was at the moment where I was about to have sex with another woman, that I admitted, that my first marriage was over. Of course, it was already over whether I had sex with that woman or not. But that was the moment I was forced to confront what I already knew. I also choose to do it."

They held each other without speaking for a few minutes, realizing that they had shared an emotion as well as energy. This shared experience, separated by time, would forever connect them.

Scott broke the silence, "will you start participating now?"

"Yes, I think that I will. My old, monogamous life has ended. My previous identity is gone. I no longer have a reason for not putting myself out there and participating. If I believe what everybody tells me, then it has been selfish not to participate. I owe it to my children to bring new energy into our lives. Yes, I will participate. Can I do it with you, again?"

"Yes, but you need first to have sex with a shooter so that you can transfer the energy that you have just acquired. You need to alternate shooters with cookie jars to get the most enjoyment."

"What about John?"

"You will never have a successful transfer with him. It will not change your energy status. Do it for love, whenever you feel like it."

"Will you still dance with me?"

"Of course."

"Can I stay here tonight?"

"Yes, but in the morning, you will be highly aroused."

"I'll chance it."

"Just in case you didn't know, high energy, agent to agent ecto-sex is self-hygienising, self-lubricating, and non-fatiguing. There is no wear and tear on our bodies, which is one reason that we can do it so often. You may get sore and chaffed if you try to keep such a schedule."

"I'll take that risk."

They chatted for a while and then cuddled in the bed. Scott went to sleep quickly, which was his routine. Natalie stayed through four night wives and Chelsea. She made sure that she was in the bed for each transaction, but after the third night wife, she could not go back to sleep. She researched anal sex on the internet. She explored the store, which had more than just clothing. It also had perfumes, scents, candles, lotions, lubricants, sex toys and just about anything needed for sex between any partners whether they be ags, pags, or nags.

Between the fourth night wife and Chelsea, Natalie removed herself to the bath. Ecto-sex may be self-hygienising, but she preferred to be sure. She came back to the bed for Chelsea's tryst and then went back to the bath to finish her preparations. She emerged after about an hour wearing a mid-thigh bathrobe.

"I never thought that I would say this: 'I need to get laid.'"

"If you need to lay down, I'm done with the bed for a while," he joked.

"I need sex."

"We all need sex. It's a human need."

"I need sex right now."

"Oh, well, in that case, you should use the app. I'm sure there is someone not far away who can discharge you. You can add a note that says 'it's my first time,' and no one will decline. You will have your biggest surge ever."

She inclined her head toward him and raised her eyebrows.

"Or you call John. The energy transfer will be nil, but it will still be sex."

She extracted her phone and brought up the app. She was poking at it rapidly with her fingernail. She occasionally paused, as if she were pondering a choice. Then she poked some more and finally pushed the send icon.

Scott's phone rang. He had a message that said, "You have a request for sex from petty agent Natalie. Utility zero, quality zero, satisfaction zero. This transaction is not recommended. This transaction is safe. Message included by sender: 'It's my fxxxing first time so don't you dare say no!'"

Scott rolled his eyes and said, "I should decline for your own good."

"You said no one would decline. You used words to entrap me into coitus with you, and now I'm using your words to entrap you."

"I don't understand. What's this about 'fixing first time?'"

With exaggerated movements of her mouth, she whispered, "fucking!"

"It will have to be the back door."

"I read about it. I got everything we need from the store. I am ready."

"I guess you have countered any objection. I am trapped by my own words. ... Let's see what you have under that robe."

She dropped the robe. She was wearing nothing under the robe, including an absence of pubic hair.

"Well, that's pretty. Bring it on over to the bed."

He held her hand as she climbed into the bed.

"How do you want me?"

"We'll start the usual way."

He had by now perfected his Natalie procedure, and she was able to experience her first double orgasm. He usually rolled his partners onto their stomachs for doggy style anal entry, but he wanted to watch Natalie's face for any sign of discomfort. He simply put her legs against his neck and raised her butt a little higher than usual. He put the lube in the appropriate places and entered her that way. There was no sign of distress from Natalie. He had to concentrate and flex specific muscles act as a shooter instead of a cookie jar. He was successful, and his orgasm came soon. It was the largest energy surge that Natalie ever experienced, and as promised, Natalie found it to be the most satisfying sex of her life, once again.

"That was heaven."

"That was an ecto-energy transfer."

"I feel so calm."

He handed her phone to her.

"Check your status. ... see these three numbers?"

"It says zero, zero and fourteen.'"

"That's how many A-list, B-list and other transactions since you became a petty agent. Other would be three times with me and eleven with, I presume, John."

"Looks right."

"Now I will use my words carefully. No one on your A-list will decline an invitation if the first number is less than a couple of dozen. Even if it is more, it would be unusual for anybody on the A-list to decline. Also, you can change your status to 'available' to get invitations. Make up your mind to accept anybody on your A-list."

"Okay. I get it."

"And now, you need to depart before I have any more company."

"Okay. Thanks for all the service," she said with a smile.

Natalie let two weeks pass without having sex except with John. She once again encountered Scott at a dance social. He knew her status. Once again, he invited her to his dorm. Once again, he waited until he had a higher than normal charge before having sex with her. Once again, he let her spend the night and become super aroused; she was even more aroused than the last time.

But this time, when she said, "I need sex!"

He said, "Use the app."

She sent him an invitation. He declined. He told her, "I'm not on your A-list. I'm not going to accept until you have at least twelve A-list encounters."

"But I'm really horny. I can't wait."

"Use the app. There will be someone that you can reach in five minutes. You can wear the robe in the hallway. No one will care. When you are done, you can come back here for your clothes or different clothes."

She made a pouting face.

"Use the app."

She held her phone and made some finger strokes and whined, "I don't know any of these guys!"

"They would not be on your A-list if they weren't ready to have sex!"

She made a face and didn't do anything.

"You are in a highly aroused condition. Don't waste it. Just push the auto-fuck button."

"What?"

"The one that says 'AF.' That stands for 'auto find,' but that's not what we call it. Click it, and it will send out invitations to the top four or five. It will give them five minutes and then select the one with the highest satisfaction rating. Go on. Consider it as part of the experiment."

She gave him a pained expression and then tapped the AF icon. After about two minutes she got a response.

"Less than five minutes means the top-rated guy responded. See. He has one question for you: 'my place or your place?' You better pick his place because you aren't at your place."

"Can't I ask him here?"

"No. I'm going to be busy. You need to explore beyond your comfort zone. This guy is one of us. He's known to be safe. Hurry and answer. It's rude to wait very long."

She made a frown and tapped, "Your place."

The app gave her directions.

"Okay. Close up the robe, and off you go. Wait. Put the panties on. It will be more fun for him to take them off. The door will be unlocked when you come back. I want to hear about it later. Go. Go!"

She left. Scott concluded that it must have been a satisfactory rendezvous because she had not returned after an hour. The app matched her with a horny shooter pag. Scott surmised that they had enough in common to have a lengthy conversation. He was gone when she came back for her clothes. She drew a large smiling face on his note board before she left.

It was two weeks before Scott saw Natalie again, but he was using the app to follow her progress. She waited four days for the next transaction. Then she went for three days and then two. Then she went two or three days between transactions for a while. The app only gave total transactions; he could not tell how many different men she was seeing.

Natalie became an active pag. She eventually had daily sex. She alternated between cookie jars and shooters. Scott invited her about once per lunar month. She and John had better communication and intimacy. Everything in their life improved, just as John had hoped it would. The recruitment of Natalie became the model for recruitment of reluctant nag wives (there were almost no reluctant nag husbands).

Among agents, society was fluid and dynamic. They were too busy having all the indescribably wonderful sex that they could want, to care about social standing or who was friends with whom. The situation was different among the pags.

Pags formed cliques and gossiped and fretted about who got invited to parties. This was considerably subdued compared to nag society because most of the pags had agent spouses. Natalie was sometimes called Scott's pag, mostly by the envious. This caused John no distress at all. Scott let on that he was Natalie's ag which predominately ended the overt spitefulness. This also caused John no distress.

Although there were favorites from time to time, Scott developed emotional connections only with Chelsea and Natalie. The connection was entirely emotional in Natalie's case. Natalie gave Scott someone for whom to care. Everybody else could take care of themselves and get what they needed from other agents.

Scott valued the company of those resistant pags, like Natalie, that made altruistic decisions to allow their spouses to join the Agency. As he ascended the organizational ladder, he took Natalie with him as his executive assistant. He valued her opinion for being more representative of humanity at large.

Natalie's and John's marriage became unimportant to both of them. They did not get divorced. But after a decade, Natalie moved in with Scott and Chelsea. They all slept in the same bed.

Scott applied himself to the improvement of the sniffers as another project. The leadership did not think that he would have much time to spend on it since he was having foreplay, sex and after-play every hour, but they assigned him as he requested. Progress was slow, but he did find ways to improve the sniffers by applying adaptive filtering.

As predicted, Scott eventually became the CEO of The Agency. Chelsea became the CTO (Chief Tactical Officer). Scott decided how much resources to allocate to a battle, and Chelsea directed it. Eclipses always got everything, but on the new moons and full moons, it made sense to hold back to maximize the available energy for the eclipses.

New moons were never as effective as full moons because as the moon waned, there was a shrinking crescent that was protected from the sun and not visible from the Earth. Scott, using game theory, worked out a system of prepositioning assets at points on the Earth that would get the greatest visibility into that shrinking crescent and effectively eliminated the new moon attack. After working out the strategy, he turned it over to Chelsea. She reduced it to doctrine so that any director could lead the defense against a new moon attack with close to the optimal use of energy.

It only took a decade for Scott to enter the Agency's record book as the man who had the most sexual encounters in his life. To date, Scott, Chelsea and Natalie are still sleeping together, running the agency and fighting evil.