In the year 2120 a plague ravaged the Earth, but this plague was unique. It didn't affect the women at all, but it was devastating to the male population. The ratio of men to women went from roughly 1:1, to more like 100:1. This of course drastically changed how society ran - men went from running practically everything to essentially becoming sex slaves. Marriage between men and women became illegal, because the men had to be shared. There just wasn't enough of them to go around for women to hoard one to themselves. The younger men were fought over tooth and nail by the women for their virility and stamina. Most men went into hiding, because if they became captured, they would be reduced to a sex slave, which was not desirable for most people. Things were so desperate for a while, that if a woman delivered a girl, they would leave the baby in the woods and let nature take its course. Thankfully, that period didn't last more than ten years, and despite how morbid it was, it did help correct the disparity, but not much. It corrected things from that 100:1 ratio to more like 90:1.
However, the smartest scientists and doctors knew that they couldn't just let nature correct the disparity, it would take far too long. Leaving the girl babies alone in the woods to let nature kill them was far too Spartan-like. So, the next solution was to try and figure out how to make women have more girls than boys. The solution? Use that same hormone injection that women used for IVF before they had sex with the men. This hormone injection caused women to ovulate 10-12 eggs, compared to the usual one. The women would then have sex with one of the younger men, or 'breeders' and come back into the doctor. The doctor would then examine any embryos that may or may not have formed, determine which of them were boys or girls and then re-impregnate the women with any boys. This helped lower the ratio much more than the previous Spartan-like methods, but there were flaws with this solution.
The first and most obvious problem is that the girl embryos are essentially being aborted, and the religious right still had problems with that, so those women wouldn't come in for the procedure. Second, the procedure was monumentally expensive, and the hormone injections weren't cheap either, so only the wealthier class could afford to do this. Third, this was definitely a first world solution so, in the end, only the wealthy women in first world countries who were okay with aborting female embryos would undergo this procedure. That ultimately came out at most one in five women. The remaining four would simply let nature decide, with the occasional girl still being left in the woods.
Forty years after that devastating plague, the ratio of men to women had been able to be reduced to 1:20, or five percent of the earth's population. This was the world that James Dixon, or Jay had been born into. Jay had been born to an upper-class woman that had undergone that 'designer baby' procedure. Out of the ten eggs that his mother had ovulated, only six of them had been fertilized. Out of those six, Jay had been the only boy. His five sisters hadn't been aborted though - instead they were cryogenically frozen in case his mother ever wanted to have another child. She never did though, and Jay's sisters remained in a freezer, stuck in their embryonic stage to this very day. Jay had always thought that was really weird, but he was trying not to think about it too much.
Jay had a very pampered childhood, his mother had spoiled him immensely because he was an only child and a boy. His mother's friends had also spoiled him as well, likely because they wanted to fuck him once he reached the legal age for that, which after the plague got set at 16, no matter the age of women. Jay's 16th birthday had been very taxing physically for him. He had sex with at least five different women throughout the day. Have no fear, his mother was not among the five. Though she was well aware of why her friends and their daughters had come over to see Jay on his birthday. For the next nine years, Jay had sex with pretty much all of his mother's friends. His mother never charged her friends, and had never forced Jay to have sex with the women, so he at least had that going for him. Several of his friends had essentially been forced to become male prostitutes by their mothers.
Shortly after Jay turned 25, his mother was killed in a fight over a man. These fights between women over the few men that were left were extremely common. Killing the other women in the fight was illegal, and so that women had been arrested and thrown in prison. However, just because it was illegal, didn't mean that Jay's story was uncommon. Unfortunately, these fights were lethal every now and then. It was by no means common or encouraged, but it did happen more often that most people cared to admit. His mother had left Jay the house and all her wealth, which was fairly substantial. However, all the money couldn't heal the hole in his heart caused by the death of his mother. Jay had entered a period of deep mourning that he had yet to be shaken out of.
This period of mourning is why his friends were currently banging on his front door, demanding to be let in. "Jay, if you don't let us in right now, we are going to kick in this door!" one of his friends, Blake Beckett demanded. Jay sighed and got off the couch, where he had been binging The Adventures of Eric, which was currently the most popular TV series out there. It was definitely propaganda, because it detailed how the star, Eric, went around and had sex with countless women. Jay had always thought it was stupid, but it had been his mother's favorite, so that's why he had been binging it.
Jay opened the door just as Blake was about to shoulder his way in, and because of this, Blake charged straight into a wall. Jay just snorted at his friend's stupidity while Blake got back to his feet, rubbing his head. "Alright man, get dressed. We're going out tonight," one of his other friends, Lance Waters told him. Jay opened his mouth to protest that he would really rather much stay in, but Blake cut him off.
"Don't argue with us man. I know you and your mom were close, but she died like over a month ago. You have to leave the house and move on at some point." Jay just scowled at Blake and opened his mouth to tell them to get out, but then he realized they were right. He had to move on at some point, and his friends were just worried about him. There was no point in taking their heads off. His friends noticed that Jay was recognizing defeat and grinned at each other. "Alright man, go get dressed. Where's your beer?" the last friend, Vince Stanley asked him.
"In the fridge?" Jay told him with a raised eyebrow. "Where else would I keep beer?" Blake chuckled and slapped Vince over the back of his head as the three of them walked into the kitchen. Jay, meanwhile, walked upstairs to his bedroom. He quickly hopped in the shower - he hadn't cleaned himself off in at least a week and seriously needed a rinsing. The water actually helped him relax immensely and he could have stayed in there for at least half an hour, but his buddies were waiting on him. So he kept his shower under five minutes. He applied some deodorant before walking into his connected bedroom and got dressed. He pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans, a white tee shirt and a black leather jacket. He then pulled a pair of shined black oxfords to complete the look. He walked downstairs and into his kitchen.
His three buddies were all gathered around his island sipping on their beers. Jay had only been gone for like fifteen minutes but each of them managed to kill two beers each and were working on their third. "Jesus christ boys, keep that up and you won't be able to get up if you know what I mean." His friends just rolled their eyes at each other. "I'm serious, y'all always get whiskey dick. Maybe that's why the ladies don't fight over you three alcoholics like they do me." Blake scowled at that remark but Lance put a hand on his shoulder.
"Normally, I'd let Blake kick your ass for that comment. However, I know you lost your mom so you're not in the right mind, but you better watch it Jay." Jay just rolled his eyes. His comment wasn't totally incorrect. The ladies did always fight over Jay first and then the losers would settle for one of his buddies. But it wasn't because of their whiskey dick, or at least not totally. Jay was simply better looking than his friends. He was six foot, three inches tall and two hundred twenty-five pounds of pure muscle. He had six-pack abs and massive shoulders, biceps and forearms. He had a golden tan over almost his whole body with sandy brown hair and light brown eyes to match. He was practically every woman's wet dream and his friends just simply couldn't compete. This wasn't to say that they were unattractive, but they just weren't the total package like Jay was.
"Alright, where the hell are we going?" Jay asked his friends, walking over to his fridge and grabbing his own beer. Blake, who was sort of the second-in-command of their little friend group was the one who had the answer.
"We're gonna go check out his hot new club downtown. Temptation, right?" Blake asked, turning to look at Lance, who nodded in return. Jay shrugged, clubbing was always fine by him. Maybe getting laid would help ease the tension he was feeling, and with the way this new world worked, and with how attractive Jay was, is a guarantee. "Alright, then, kill your beer and let's go. The bus to downtown leaves in like five." Blake told him, and Jay obliged his buddy, quickly chugging down his beer. Jay belched after he was done, threw his beer in the trash and followed his buddies out the door and towards the bus stop.
Jay and his buddies were the only men at the bus stop, but there were several women present. All of them were eyeing Jay and his friends with an almost predatory look. In 2020, this would have been very weird. However, in 2160, this was just the norm. Jay and his friends didn't even pay any of the women any mind. None of the women were hot enough for Jay and his friends to pay them any mind at all.
The bus arrived shortly after the boys arrived, and they were first on board. Just like at the bus stop, they were the only men on board. Still, none of the women were nearly hot enough for Jay to give them a second look. Blake, the horndog he was, did have his eye on a decently attractive blonde woman. Decently attractive for Blake anyways, but his standards were much, much lower than Jay's. The blonde woman was short and petite, with almost no fat on her anywhere. Even in the places where women should have a little padding, like their ass or tits. She kinda looked like a skeleton from Jay's perspective. Unfortunately for Blake however, she had no interest in him whatsoever. Her almost animal-like gaze was entirely fixed on Jay.
The bus ride wasn't terribly long, no more than thirty minutes. When they reached the stop before their own, Blake woke up Vince who had fallen asleep. When the bus finally reached their own stop, the four boys hopped off the bus, along with a couple of other girls who looked like they were headed for the same club. Neither one was hot enough for Jay though, who turned to his friend, and well within the auditory range of the two girls asked Blake, "You said this was a hot club, right?" Blake chuckled at his friend. The two girls looked seriously offended and didn't pay the four boys any more attention. Not that the boys really cared, because they could do much, much better.
When the foursome arrived at the club, there was a long line of women stretching around the block. The boys didn't even bother hopping into line - men were guaranteed a spot inside any club they wanted. The four of them walked right up to the female bouncer. She wasn't attractive by any stretch of the imagination, but Jay still shot her a wink. This made the girl blush furiously and let the four boys in without a single word needing to be passed between them.
The four boys walked into the club, and immediately scouted the place. There were a couple of other men in the club, but none of them were hot as Jay. Because of this, all eyes turned to fix on Jay soon as he walked into the club with his mates. Jay was scanning the area to see if any of the women were hot enough for Jay to make a move on them. Jay spotted a couple, but the first one to catch his eye was a foxy looking redhead who was alone by the bar. He turned to his buddies and winked at them. "I'll see you around boys. Let's go have some fun, huh?" Jay said before making his way across the club. His friends just smirked at each other, and Blake clapped Lance on the shoulder. Dragging Jay out had been his idea, and clearly Lance had made the right choice.
As Blake walked across the club, the women cleared a path for him, all of them clearly hoping that he would stop at them, but none of them got their wish. Jay was bound straight for the redhead, who by this point had turned to look at him. When Jay finally reached his target, he stopped and gave her a flirty smile, which she returned in kind. "Well hello gorgeous. What's your name?" she asked him.
"Jay, and what's your name?" he asked her in return.
"Ginger," she replied. The reason for that name was plainly obvious from the woman's fiery red hair that came down to her mid-back. Ginger had pale and unblemished skin, was about five foot, four inches tall and had lovely green eyes that Jay could just get lost in. Her lips were full and looked incredibly soft. Ginger's body was what really had grabbed Jay's attention though. She clearly worked out, because her stomach was very well toned and flat as a washboard. Her thighs were muscular, and supported a very large butt that came out from her back like a shelf. Ginger's breasts were equally large, at least C-cups, possibly bordering on D-cups. Ginger had squeezed her fit body into a tight green cocktail dress that showed off all her curves and a very generous amount of cleavage. Overall, Ginger was incredibly sexy and Jay simply just couldn't take his eyes off of her. Ginger didn't seem to mind at all, because her gaze was clearly enjoying their own view of Jay's muscular frame. The pair of them had lapsed into a very comfortable silence as they checked each other out, until Jay broke the silence with a question.
"So, what are you drinking" Jay asked her in a sultry and smooth tone of voice. He did manage to break his gaze away from her body for a few seconds to make eye contact with her while asking his question. However, soon as he finished speaking, his gaze went right back to admiring her body. Ginger's eyes did the same, but after a couple of seconds, she forced her eyes back to meet Jay's in order to answer properly. However, she was interrupted by a loud voice that wrenched Jay's eyes away from Ginger to see who the hell had interrupted them so rudely.
"She'll be drinking her own blood after I break her nose!" The challenge came from a sexy black woman. This newcomer had gorgeous chocolate brown skin and straight black hair that came down to her lower back. The woman had traditional African features in her face, i.e. large nose, more of a squared off face and jaw with a larger forehead. Her eyes were deep brown that like Ginger, Jay found himself entranced by. Her lips were plump and looked extremely kissable. She had a similar build to Ginger, but she did have a slight size advantage. The black woman was probably a couple inches taller but equally fit. Her thighs were also extremely powerful with a thick, juicy ass that Jay couldn't tear his eyes away from. Her breasts were a touch smaller than Ginger's, but that ass more than made up for it. The woman had slipped on a shimmering black dress that hugged her body in all the right places. Jay was entranced, which clearly annoyed Ginger to no end, who glaring at the African woman.
Jay couldn't decide which woman was sexier, because both of them were drop-dead gorgeous. The two women were staring each other down, and the rest of the club was staring at the three of them. Clearly a fight was imminent, and the rest of the club wanted to see which of these two incredibly sexy women and won the right to have sex with Jay.
"Back off Natasha. He talked to me first, so he's mine." Ginger said in a cool tone of voice. Natasha… Jay loved that name and it definitely fit the gorgeous black woman he was staring at.
"He won't be yours after I kick your ass," Natasha said taking a couple steps forward to get within inches of Ginger's face. The redhead woman was seriously annoyed now. She didn't want to fight for the right to fuck Jay, but clearly she was more than willing to do so if Natasha insisted on it. Ginger, despite being the one challenged was the first one to strike, giving Natasha a slap across the face.
"Back off bitch. He's mine." Natasha was furious now, and grabbed Ginger by the hair, pulling her off the seat, screaming incoherently. Ginger punched Natasha in the tits, which caused the African woman to let go of Ginger's red hair. However, the black woman quickly retaliated by clawing at Ginger's cleavage, giving her green cocktail dress a large tear that exposed the redhead's lacy green bra. Ginger screamed back in rage, grabbing Natasha by the hair and pulling her in to claw at the black woman's dress, causing a large hole in the center of the dress, exposing Natasha's toned stomach to the whole club. By this point, the whole club had stopped what they were doing to watch the catfight that had started.
Jay was feeling very conflicted, on the one hand, it felt very good to have two incredibly sexy women fighting over him. On the other, his mother had died in a fight just like this one only a month ago. However, this was just the way things were in the year 2160, and Jay knew better than to interfere. The two women weren't going to kill each other, not in full view of the whole club. Catfights to the death almost always happened in private, not in very public spaces like a club. The bartender, who had briefly stopped to stare at the ensuing catfight, shook himself out of his trance and handed Jay a beer, clapping him on the shoulder. "Congrats man. I think you got the two sexiest women in here fighting over you." Jay smiled slightly at the other man, and was about to reply but he was interrupted by Ginger pushing Natasha back into the bar with a feral like scream.
Natasha, who was now pinned between Ginger and the bar, was trying to figure a way out of this. Ginger had her pinned by holding onto Natasha's hair and wrenching her head back painfully. However, this had placed Ginger's pale arm dangerously close to Natasha's mouth, and the African woman took full advantage, biting down on Ginger's unblemished skin. The redhead screamed out in pain, and Natasha pushed Ginger back, who stumbled a little and fell back onto a corner table. This caused the women who had been sitting there and watching the fight with an almost hopeful gaze, to clear out of the way with their own screams. Clearly they had been hoping that the two women would beat each other up so much that neither one could fuck Jay and they would then get a shot.
Natasha pounced in an animal-like fashion on top of Ginger, and began to squeeze the redhead's breasts painfully hard. Ginger managed to get a hold of Natasha's hair and rolled the two of them, breaking glasses all the way, which cut into both of their dresses, shredding the backs of them. Ginger's dress which was strapless, no longer had the necessary support to stay up and fell down, fully exposing her green bra that left very little to the imagination. Natasha's dress did have straps, so her dress stayed in place. The pair of women then fell down onto the ground, with Ginger on top. She squeezed Natasha between her very muscular and powerful thighs, and that was enough to hold the African woman in place. However, Natasha wasn't about to lose this fight, so she grabbed hold of Ginger by the neck and tried to roll them over. She wasn't successful in this however.
Natasha then tried to break Ginger's hold by clawing at redhead's neck and upper back, leaving scratch marks that looked painful. Ginger didn't relax her grip with her thighs however, and retaliated by clawing around the sides of Natasha's neck and by her ears, leaving her own marks on Natasha's chocolate brown skin. Natasha cried out in pain and it was enough for her to lose grip on Ginger who quickly sat up. The redhead's dress had completely fallen down to her waist because the back of her dress had just been utterly destroyed. This not only exposed that lacy green bra but also just how toned her stomach was. Ginger grabbed hold of Natasha's head and began to slam it up and down into the hard floor. Natasha could feel herself blacking out and reached out feebly to try and claw at Ginger, but it was a weak attempt and not nearly enough. After only a few strikes of her head against the floor, Natasha's eyes rolled back into her head and she blacked out.
Ginger had won the fight, but definitely at a cost. Not only had her dress been utterly destroyed, but she had claw marks on her upper back and the back of her neck. She had a bite mark on her arm, and had cuts all along her back from the broken glass. However, she still had won and skipped over to Jay, seizing him by the hand. "Come on quick, before she wakes up," she said with an almost girlish like giggle. This Ginger was nothing like the wild animal he had just seen smashing the African woman's head into the floor, repeatedly. Jay knew that fighting back against her was not a good idea. Ginger was a horny woman who clearly needed a good fucking, after all, she had just knocked out another woman to get the chance to get laid. Getting in her way was definitely not a good plan, so Jay let Ginger drag him out of the club.
Jay's friends, who had been watching the fight with their own women of the evening cheered on Jay as he was pulled out of the bar. It seemed that the two of them got out of the bar just in time, because Natasha was just beginning to stir, slowly sitting up. When she saw that Ginger and Jay were gone, she screamed out in frustration. She looked around and marched straight over to Blake, who she had clearly deemed the number two, and pulled him away from the small blonde who he had been with. The blonde pouted, but knew better than to try and fight Natasha for him, so she just watched with a sad look as Blake got dragged out of the club with a shit-eating grin on his face, Lance and Vince cheering him on as he left.
Shortly after, the remaining two friends left with their women as well. The two men who had been in the bar when the foursome arrived had been dragged out soon as the catfight started. With no men other than the bartender left, the club slowly emptied out for the evening, and so another wild night at Temptation came to a close.