It's the end of the world as we know it.

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After a long and painful war, that wiped out everyone over 50, and left very few under the age of ten, I was in the unenviable position of town leader.

My word was law, and after cleaning up homes, planting crops, setting up businesses, deciding on a school curriculum, you would think I could rest. But grief ran deep, and there had not been a single pregnancy in the first ten months of my leadership. That had to change and so I instituted a mating pool. Everyone 18-50 went in, unless they were medically sterile, in a monogamous relationship with the potential for offspring, or had an exemption.

Exemptions were rare, and I drew the bar for my brother. If you had 2 or more offspring, someone could put their name in for yours. So my name was in twice. 1/10 had exemptions, 1/10 was sterile, and roughly 1/3 had paired off before the lottery, leaving less than half the adults in the pool.

I drew ten names from the female and male pool, and they were then paired according to age. They would have to live together and had one year to produce offspring. If they failed to do so, well I didn't want to think about that, let's just say there was a plan.

Before the second drawing more people had paired off, and I had put my name in 5x as I gave an exemption to the priest, and 2 nuns. Oddly enough the homosexuals in the group did not ask for an exemption. I also had 10 men offer to be my mate. None were the man who haunted my erotic dreams.

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My garage was my home. It sat on the back lot of a small house just off the business district of town that belonged to an old war vet so fucking blindly patriotic that he still accepted paper money for rent. The dollar wasn't near what it used to be, but leave it to the conniving banks to survive the economic mayhem of the war like hives of insects. There were actually two of them in this town.

My garage was also my business. With parts and tools about below, the living loft that I had installed above may not have been luxury but was more than comfy for my tastes, and those of my acquaintances, business associates and various ladyfriends. I was relaxing with a belt of white liquor as I reassembled a carburetor when he walked in. He didn't knock, but that was okay. I had left the door open for some ventilation during the summer heat.

"Zeke Tatum," he stated rather than asked.

"Mm?" It was one of the bailiff-bouncer-runner guys. What was his name, Lenny, Charlie, Dutch?

"The Boss wants to see you," he said, unnecessarily asserting his authority as I had no reason to not comply. I always had to laugh at types like that. The Boss was the mayor, queen of this berg, the broad that ran the place and apparently she had summoned me.

"You need to come with me."

"I suppose a man can't get dressed first?" I said as I took my time setting down my screwdriver, downing the rest of my whiskey and rising from my chair. Perhaps she wanted to cut another deal for some town fleet work like she had when I had first arrived last fall, or maybe she heard that I was supplying hooch and wanted in, or just maybe it had to do with that lottery thing that everyone had been squawking about lately.

I climbed the creaky ladder to my loft kicked off my work boots and stripped out of my mechanics covers. Then I slipped a worn pair of jeans up my slender legs and tightened them with a belt. My body was lean, my skin rather coppery from all the years on the road and much of my ink was blurring and fading. There were crossed checkered flags on my left shoulder, and a crude skull and crossbones on my right wrist. The rattlesnake coiled around my upper right arm was the only real quality piece. My hair used to be blonde but past the age of 40 had darkened and was rapidly losing its color. I kept it straight and and brushed back hanging to my shoulders, letting it spill down the sides of my face. I pulled on a white undershirt and covered it all with an old tan and copper cowboy shirt, snapped halfway up and left untucked. I hadn't shaved in a couple of days and due to the apparent urgency of the bailiff dude, I would meet Lady Boss smelling like machinery. I stepped back into my boots, laced them up and descended the ladder.

"Ready when you are," I told the guy with a smirk, my blue eyes narrow under my straight brow. Next to him I wasn't very tall. If I was five-ten he had to be six-three. He led me out and I shut the door and locked it. Then we got in the jeep and he drove me to see the Boss.

 

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My biggest trouble was employing everyone, after dealing with those with desirable skills, there were still a few that could make trouble. Anyone I didn't have to employ was a blessing, and I was glad the community had worked out not only a barter system, but also used what legal currency was still circulating. The unclaimed cash in the bank had been a problem, but I said I'd use it to bankroll the school, and that shut everyone up.

I had a couple of enforcers, you know the type, strong, reliable, could follow simple instructions. It made it easier for me to be a single woman with red hair. I did not want to be in the next lottery, and so I called in my first choice of mate. Of course I didn't tell my henchman that.

We'd done business in the past, which was a plus as he did not in any way work for me, or rely on me for money. I had an office space above the café, and my living quarters were right next door. I'd had a door put in, so my morning commute didn't require going up and down stairs.

I heard the door down below open and I poured myself a drink. My grandparents had been functioning alcoholics and there was enough liquor in their basement to have one really good party, or theoretically last the rest of my life. I'd given the beer to my brother, as the shelf life on it was far shorter.

I was staring at the amber licquid when the henchmen knocked on the door, waited for me to give him permission, then he practically pushed Zeke in. I glared at him, and told him there would be no dessert for him for a week. He mumbled sorry and I told him to return to heavy duty.

There was still plenty of heavy lifting to do, and I needed to talk to Zeke alone. The next lottery was a week away, and there had been a surge of fertility testing and requests for couples housing. I was due to go to the doctor's tomorrow, not that I wanted a medical exemption, but with the current sterility rates we really did need every couple possible to be a breeding couple.

 

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Charlie or Dutch or Dumbass, or whatever his name was led me up the steps and showed me in rather gruffly. I gave him a cold smirk as he unhanded me but the stink eye from the Boss was more than enough to put him in his place. Her digs had improved since the first time that I had visited. Of course at that time she had been putting a lot of things in place both figuratively and literally at the beginning of her tenure.

I found a nice armchair behind me, settled in and raised my right leg to rest my ankle across my left knee. Our past dealings had always been cordial, even if rather cold, but I never minded that. Lady Boss was good to do business with as she didn't bring any bullshit. She had a cocktail going, or more like straight booze - something commercially bottled from before the war - and I wouldn't have minded in the slightest if she had offered some to me as well.

"So to what do I owe the pleasure?" I opened things, my voice low brassy and calm, my face rather expressionless.

 

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I noticed the look he gave my glass and felt stupid. I only had the one glass in the office so I pushed the glass across the desk and took a shot straight from the bottle. I put the bottle away and sighed, letting the warmth of Rum settle my stomach.

"I'm trying to follow up with everyone still in the lottery system." Moira was smart, confident, and knew how to use power. To some I came off as a dyke, but that was mainly because I hadn't accepted any of the offers tossed in my direction.

"Doc has been working overtime to do fertility testing, and I wanted to make sure you knew that was available." I doubted he was sterile, because of his life style choices if nothing else. Plus I didn't want him to be, unless I was. I bit my lip, now wouldn't that be a kick in the pants.

"So do you have a mate? or looking for a medical exemption?" After the first lottery one person claimed they didn't know they had to publically declare their relationship. I said Ignorance of the Law is not an acceptable reason to break it.

Luckily her lottery partner had changed her mind.

 

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So it was the sex lottery thing. Truth be told, I hadn't paid it any more attention than the popular gossip floating around and didn't care to know about how exemptions worked. I thought like only nuns and priests and such could get those. Lady Boss Moira was putting names in a hat to fuck. The way that I figured, if my name got called, it got called. In fact, Madi, one of my pieces of ass, got paired up last week to shack with some banker weasel. They're supposed to act all married for a year but I know that she'll be around again when not too many folks are looking.

The birth control was in the water. Since the war meant production at all costs, any type of poison control went out the window. Factories dumped all kinds of shit wherever they could, just to get it out of the way and most of it ended up in the rivers, either directly or otherwise. No one knew how many years it would take for mother nature to clean up and dilute it all. Opinions ranged from five to a hundred to never, so Boss Moira's solution was to procreate by attrition - have everyone fuck like rabbits.

"I aint promised to nobody, if that's what you mean," I answered her as I leaned forward to take the shot of rum and knock back half of it. Moira McTavish looked as no nonsense as she was, short rusty busty and full of spit and venom. I had to admit that she had all the right qualifications for the job - one that I had zero interest in myself. The afternoon sun from the window behind her flared a carona in her flame top mane. "What are you proposin', Scarlet?"

 

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"Proposin," she echoed with a smile. Truth be told the nuns and such had felt it was in God's hand the first round, which is why they hadn't gotten an exemption earlier. "I'm suggesting that you find me attractive, I find you attractive, and that we should shack up until the lottery pool is empty, one of use is found to be sterile, or I'm knocked up."

I cut through all the bull shit, there was no need to be coy or flirtatious, or pretend to be anything other than what I was. "You're not a threat to my job, and you're just enough of a threat to keep the slime bags from sniffing around."

"I've already had a few offers who were looking to gain a position, but the only position I'm offering is to bury your cock between my legs and pump as long as you have an stiff one."

Okay that wasn't the only position I wanted to get fucked in, but I figured he got the idea.

 

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"I'm suggesting that you find me attractive, I find you attractive, and that we should shack up until the lottery pool is empty, one of us is found to be sterile, or I'm knocked up."

I put two and two together pretty much instantly. She was overworked, horny and didn't socialize enough, if at all. I let her rationalize about threats and slime bags and all that jive. I understood. Everything that Lady Boss did around here was under intense scrutiny. Interests needed placating. Backs needed scratching. Every decision needed justification to someone or another, someone was always left whining, and she was getting to the point where it was crossing into her personal life and she had to overthink getting a shag.

"I've already had a few offers who were looking to gain a position, but the only position I'm offering is to bury your cock between my legs and pump as long as you have an stiff one."

She wanted to bone. I downed the rest of my drink and swallowed as I leaned forward to place the empty glass back on the desk. Then I sat back and replaced my ankle to my knee, gripping it there as I checked out her plump curves. I could certainly have fun with that. Add to that all the pent up stress that she had. She'd do just fine.

"So you're looking for an exemption to your own lottery," I smirked. Then I nodded at the empty to have it filled again.

 

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Moira the Boss McTavish

I knew he could get an erection, so of the over 40's had trouble with that. He was playing along and I reached into my desk poured him another drink and then sat on my desk.

"There will be no benefits other than fucking." He hadn't said no, but maybe again he had other offers. "My name is in the pool 5 times already, and the chances of it being drawn are getting higher. I'm already getting some whining about letting my brother be exempt."

I bit my lip, if it wasn't for the kids my brother would have drank himself into an early grave. "I'd much rather set the example of selecting a mate, rather than having it chosen for you, but we don't have time for everyone to sit on their thumbs, so the lottery was intended to encourage people to pair off."

I hadn't thought about the personal consequences to be honest, as I had kind of had my eye on the principle, but he'd partnered up before I could blink. I was attracted to Zeke, but hadn't given him serious thought because he operated on the outskirts of society.

It was only since the lottery that my unconscious had decided that he was a much better fit, and so I'd been waking up aroused and frustrated for much of the past three weeks. I'd already booked my appointment with Doc as my available time during her hours of operation were limited and I didn't want to use my power to get an after hours appointment.

"My doctor's appointment is after lunch tomorrow. If I'm breedable, well you'll need to be tested."

I paused, looking into his eyes, "To be honest if I'm sterile I'm still going to want a sexual outlet. I'd like it to be you." I was leaning against my desk, wondering if I'd been too honest.

 

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"There will be no benefits other than fucking," she said as she retrieved the bottle from the desk and poured me another. "My doctor's appointment is after lunch tomorrow. If I'm breedable, well you'll need to be tested. To be honest if I'm sterile I'm still going to want a sexual outlet. I'd like it to be you."

She'd played all her cards, all though I supposed that the stakes were negligible. What would I do, turn her down? Even if I did, we'd both just end up fucking someone else. You couldn't really call them consequences, so she had so little to lose, but it did mean that I had leverage for any of my own interests.

"Tested, huh?" I contemplated before taking another swig. "Jerk into a cup or something," I shrugged. Then I took a moment to eye the red-gold liquid in the glass. For rum, it wasn't bad stuff. "I'm not against, shall we say, perpetuatin' the species," I said. "But I been hearing shit about living together and that part really don't sound like my thing."

 

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"Well cohabitation does increase fornication, without out some sort of binding living arrangement, people would just fake it." I reached up and undid my hair, letting the thick waves fall down my back. "I understand if my living quarters aren't to your liking, besides I've grown used to having my own bathroom. That of course only applies if we were lottery matched."

I smiled, "As self selected mates, no one is likely to complain, unless they think we are faking it." I continued smiled, licking my lips, "And I don't plan to be faking it," Moira paused trying to decide where to go from there, he seemed agreeable so it seemed just a matter of negotiating time. "So how often are you willing to meet and fuck?"

I pause, "Twice a week?"

"Three times a week?"

"Every other day and we trade off who deals with dinner?"

"Or do you just want to shack up for the whole 4-5 days I'm ovulating and at peak fertility?" Which sounded good, until i realized it meant having him for only 4-5 days a month, and honestly I wanted him right now, irregardless of whether we could make a baby.

So I decided I really didn't care how often he fucked me, as long as it was long, hard, and regular. "I don't expect you to be at my beck and call, that would be ludicrous." She retrieved the bottle of rum, and topped off the glass. "Like I said, no external benefits, it's insulting to both of us to barter about this, but I am willing to negotiate on how often and where, and I'm happy to share a meal before shagging you."

I shrugged, leaving the bottle on the desk, "Of course if only one of us is fertile this all becomes a mote discussion." She had seen the sterile lists, and some of them had paired off, and she wasn't sure what she would do if she wasn't able to have children. It had not been on the forefront of her mind growing up at the end of the war, now, analytically she knew children were the hope for the future, she'd just never given much thought to any of them being her children.

"If you'd prefer a formal agreement, in writing, a limited partnership with the intent to produce offspring, or something like that I'm sure it could be arranged." Monogamy wasn't the rule, as after producing a child, a lottery couple could choose to live separately. Genetic diversity would actually prefer each woman producing 3 or more children with different fathers, but I was dealing with getting first children born sooner, and figured future pregnancies would sort themselves out.

"If you are concerned about paternal obligations, I'm fully prepared to raise any and all children with as little or as much involvement as you wish."

 

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I could tell how pent up she was by her overly verbose overrationalizing, but at the same time she did let her hair down with a subtle loosening shake, letting the red waves fall past her shoulders. I got the picture - living together wasn't necessary at all.

"So how often are you willing to meet and fuck? Twice a week? Three times a week? Every other day and we trade off who deals with dinner?"

She was so eager that she wasn't even waiting for a reply between each upping of her ante. It was the easiest negotiation that I'd ever had.

"Or do you just want to shack up for the whole four-five days I'm ovulating and at peak fertility?"

"Slow down, girl," I grinned. She gave me another refill and I sipped.

"I don't expect you to be at my beck and call, that would be ludicrous. Like I said, no external benefits, it's insulting to both of us to barter about this, but I am willing to negotiate on how often and where, and I'm happy to share a meal before shagging you."

"Like dinner and a movie, heh heh," I joked quietly. She made it sound like a business transaction, but then I supposed that sex often was, although in her case I would have thought that she might be the one to demand a higher price. She had to be losing her wits. I knew that she ran the town better than that. It was her social life that she couldn't manage.

"If you are concerned about paternal obligations, I'm fully prepared to raise any and all children with as little or as much involvement as you wish."

That was the bit of business that I needed to hear. Of course that hadn't been a problem with my other kids - the two that I knew about from years ago, before and during the war, when procreation wasn't quite so difficult as it seemed now, and certainly here. They were around somewhere. The boy was in Texas, I knew that much, and my daughter sent me a message every couple of years from wherever she'd dragged herself to. Truth be told, I wasn't exactly the model father, although I was never one to smack them around or anything like that.

"So did you want me to get this test done first or what?" I asked her point blank and downed some more of the rum. I supposed that in her round about way, she was trying to be direct, so I figured I'd show her how to cut to the chase. There was no more point in beating around the bush.

 

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I smiled, he had made the first step towards agreement. My clock chimed, and I realized how much time had passed. Moira had been just about ready to throw all caution to the wind and fuck him right here right now.

I stood up and fanned myself, "I would normally be more cautious about putting the horse in front of the cart, and not vice versa, but," she wasn't sure how to put it, "I don't want it to seem like a cold calculation." She sighed, "I'm really mucking this up aren't I?"

She paused, "I don't need to fuck you before we are tested, but if we do it would go a long way to dissuade any naysayers who feel this is some sort of set up or accommodation. Which it is not." She took a deep breath, "At least not for me," she ran one hand into her hair, feeling frazzled.

"Cut me some slack here, it's not like this is something I do every day." She was trying to decide if he was teasing her, or if she was muddling it all up and he was sincerely confused.

"I'm an idiot, I never asked if you were actually interested, I just spewed all the information out as if you would happy to fuck me. So," I took another deep breath, unaware of how this showed off my full breasts to advantage. "Are you interested in my proposal?"

 

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I'd never known her to be so awkward in a situation before. Lady Boss had always been decisive and never took any shit, yet here she was fumbling her way through all of this and even admonishing herself as she went. Her love life must have been so hopeless that she was willing to get it on like a business arrangement. It was as if it were the only way that she knew how to handle anything and was ashamed of it.

She talked a lot too, words and syllables just tumbling from her mouth like loose stones down a steep slope, knocking others free to fall along the way. I wasn't sure when I'd be able to get a word in even when she paused, knowing that more was to come, but I actually found it rather charming and could only smirk. She stuck a hand into her hair, about as tangled as her emotions seemed to be and huffed before continuing.

"So, are you interested in my proposal?"

Moira stood there awaiting my answer. Her khaki shorts and sandals were appropriate for the summer heat even this late into the afternoon, but they did afford me a look at her fleshy bare thighs. The slight breeze through the day bright window was quite welcoming. Even my own clothes were starting to stick to me as I sat in the chair and unashamedly watched the rise and fall of her full round tits under her green blouse, of which the lapels formed a neat V of pale flesh beneath her neck. I sized her up as at least a 36C, probably a D. I swirled my drink and took another stiff swig before standing, the motion rubbing my unit inside my jeans and allowing it to straighten up.

Stepping easily forward, I put my hands on her hips. Then leaning my face down, I put my mouth on hers as my palms lifted up to cup her breasts. I was giving Lady Boss Moira her answer.