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Shaking off the Wendy-effect Andrew got serious, “OK,” he called, “let’s get this over with. I need to find another three women to go with me.” He glanced around, “And you two need to get a move on as well.”
Adam muttered, “Thank God for that,” as he watched the Prince get the group motivated. He’d been worried that they were falling behind and that he was going to have to get involved in speeding things up.
Andrew looked around trying to get a feel for where he could possibly find a concubine in the madhouse that used to be a garden. All around him he could see young women frolicking, most of them already naked, as they attempted to catch a volunteer’s eye. More than one of the young men had lost his virginity in the middle of the lawn and Andrew didn’t particularly want to be one of them.
Spotting the marquees that had been assembled to house the refreshment areas he nodded to the Marine and headed off in that direction. Wendy hung on to his arm and the naked, but smiling, Jessica followed on behind.
Elizabeth grabbed John Stewart and tugged, “Come on, we’ve got to stick with him,” she said trailing after her brother. Behind her Steven gave a shrug and then held out his hand to a subdued Emily and smiled shyly, “I know we haven’t been introduced,” he said, “but I’m Steven.”
Emily blushed again, as the young man looked her up and down, reminding her that she was naked. “P P Pleased to meet you,” she stammered before grasping the outstretched hand and allowing him to lead her after the Royal couple. As they walked Emily commented, “You know, this is so impersonal.”
Steven glanced from side to side, “True, and probably not the best way to do things but with the numbers involved a true courtship isn’t really practical.”
Emily found herself smiling at the young man, “And you’d like that, would you, a true courtship?” she asked.
Steven grinned at the woman who was just old enough to be his grandmother, “Why of course Milady,” he said, giving her an abbreviated bow without breaking step.
“Oh we are going to get on so well,” beamed Emily, forgetting for a moment the stress she’d been under. “I’ve always had a soft spot for a romantic.” Steven blushed as the older woman beamed at him.
The walk to the marquees didn’t take long and the group entered into relative peace and quiet. Much to his surprise Andrew found a fairly substantial group of people who had been watching the proceedings through the open flaps of the tent and had retreated inside at his groups’ approach.
Puzzled, Andrew asked, “Aren’t you interested in getting picked?” as he looked around.
An older woman dressed in a maid’s uniform stepped forward. “Your highness, we were just hired to serve, we’re not part of the party,” she said by way of an explanation.
Andrew turned to the Marine and raised an eyebrow.
“Not our doing,” the Marine replied to the implied question, “As far as we’re concerned everyone present at an extraction is either a volunteer, a potential concubine or an idiot.”
Andrew turned back to the woman, “Well, you heard it from the man,” he said, “If any of you are interested in leaving then I suggest that you get out there and try your luck.”
“Thank you, Your Highness,” said the spokeswoman, then after giving him a quick curtsy she dashed for the door before anyone could say anything to stop or slow her down. Behind her the rest of the catering crew looked as though they wanted to get going after her.
“One moment,” called the Prince, holding up a hand to keep people in place. “I need a couple more concubines and so do my friends here, so if you are interested in joining us then please stay, otherwise feel free to leave.”
The majority of the catering people felt they had a better chance with the greater numbers outside and left without a backwards glance. There were about a dozen women and a couple of men left behind.
Andrew looked them over carefully, whomever he picked would be coming from this group, he had no intention of going back outside. They were a pretty average bunch, he thought, a couple of the younger girls could have been described as pretty but there was no one there that truly stood out. Then he remembered - looks didn’t count - it was attitude that was important.
He turned to Elizabeth and Steven, “Pick a side,” he said waving an arm around, “then we’ll divide them up and see how things go.”
Elizabeth nodded and moved off to the near side accompanied by John, Steven shrugged and still holding hands with Emily moved to the far side. Once they were in place Andrew turned back to the audience, “OK everyone,” he said attracting their attention. “Each of us here can take at least three more people with us when we go, so if you really want to leave the Earth come and convince one of us to take you with us.”
Adam looked on from just inside the tent’s entrance and grinned, this was more like it he thought as he watched the people scramble to get closer to the three youngsters. He stood there with Jessica and Gail and prepared for the fun and games.
The two men made a beeline for the Princess but she told them straight that she’d got the one she wanted and they turned away. The older of the two departed immediately but the younger man crossed over to Steven, just in case. Emily was standing behind her young man and watching as women younger than herself attempted to entice him with their charms and she had to admit, even if only to herself, there were a lot of charms on display. She spotted the young man as he approached and decided to put in a word for him, if nothing else it would reduce the numbers she was competing with. In the end Steven ended up picking Alan, the young man, a young waitress by the name of Angela and two older women, Wendy and Nancy.
Elizabeth hadn’t released her grip on John since she’d entered the tent and had looked positively scared at times but the young man, who despite giving the impression of being a free spirit, proved to be very sensible and managed to guide his chosen one’s choices. Elizabeth ended up with another three females, twenty-two year old Heather, thirty-nine year old Jenny and forty-four year old Tracy.
Andrew looked at the crowd heading for him and glanced back over his shoulder, he noted that his ‘mother’ had sensibly stayed back with the Marine but that Wendy was in a sort of a no mans land, half way between the door and his position. He beckoned her forward and then turned to meet the rush.
“Ladies,” he called, “get naked, if you’re not nude then go and see one of the others.”
It slowed them all down but only two went off else where. The five who remained began frantically removing clothes, which wasn’t that difficult as the uniform they wore was more like an erotic French Maid’s outfit than a sensible serving uniform. Their uniform was another victim of the cultural changes that had occurred since the Sa’arm incursion had been announced.
The women ranged in age from about his own age up to the early fifties, he guessed. All bar one would be described as overweight to some degree but he reminded himself, looks don’t matter. The youngest was also the fittest, which seemed about right. Andrew pointed at her and barked, “Get on your knees and crawl here,” and pointed at a spot in front of him.
She complied immediately but the oldest woman got a funny look on her face and stepped back, bending to retrieve her uniform.
Andrew pointed at the next woman, “Now you.”
He then did the same to each woman until he had them all lined up on their knees in front of him. Fighting down a blush he fished his prick out of his trousers and walked up to the youngest woman.
“Suck,” was all he said and her head came forward and a warm mouth engulfed the young man’s cock for the first time. He shut his eyes in pleasure but retained enough control to stop her after a minute or so before calling on her to stop. He moved down the line and based his decision on a single minute’s sucking in each case.
He tucked himself back in and then nearly came in his pants as Wendy whispered in his ear; “Don’t I get a chance?”
“No!” he squeaked and then turned back to the kneeling women. Pausing to regain his composure he looked along the line and then moved over to the third one in, “I’m sorry,” he said, “but I won’t be taking you.”
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