The Marriage Contract
Mood:  amorous
Now Playing: The Wedding March without Everyone Marching
I grew up in Falls Town Indiana. It was a small town and I was not partial to little towns where gossip was about everything anyone did. I went off to college and got a degree in art and another in music. I was intrested in marriage rather than teaching. I wanted to marry up and the school I graduated from was not private or exclusive. I met no one in college I was remotely thinking of marriage with.
At age 23 I had met no boy since high school that got my blood boiling. I read books about connections, and marrying the super rich and found I had proper qualifications: One, documented family pictures of several generations of ancestors. I had that.
Two, being beautiful and a virgin. I had won 3 beauty contests and placed in the top 5 of 15. We lived a long way from big cities, and big cities were where the choice contests were held. My father did't want to take off from work and drive that far often. I had proof of all the contests, pictures, ribbons and trophies
Three, be willing to re-locate to where the man wanted to be. Well that suited me fine. My parents were rather difficult about religion. They wanted me to marry a local boy in our church. They would let me pick from 3 losers my age.
So I qualified and my college roommate told me about the Chuck Morris Agency in Chicago. It was the top marriage placement spot for rich marriages.
It was a hundred mile drive, so instead of sending all my papers I went with them to Chicago.
I found a small office in a large downtown building.
"No appointment with Mr. Hash?" the sort of fat, and blond secretary said.
"No, I just lived a hundred miles away and figured I would drive here and deliver my materials in person."
I handed her my photos and application, "What we do in this office Miss Meadows is screen girls who are picked out to interview. They come from all over the country, and sometimes from other countries to interview. Mr. Hash sees girls every day and his first appointment is at one, or after his lunch, he takes as long as he wants for lunch because he is the boss. His first appointment at 1 PM is a Monica.
If you read our rules you would know we pick only 2% of our applications for interview, and there are just a few multi millionaires who want another wife. Most of them average 5 wives already."
Right then the door opened right behind me, and the secretary said, "Mr Hash, I was just telling this young lady that we decide who will interview and she just wanted to see you today."
"Well in her case it's quite alright." he said.
I went right into Mr Hash's office and he sat down at his desk, waving me to the guest chair. He thumbed thru my glossy pictures and required essays on 'My Life As a Child', and 'The Importance of School' but also, 'Becoming a Lady'.
My roommate Brandy had read and edited all my essays. Brandy was elated when someone called her, 'pretty', that was because she was plain. She worked on the primise, 'There is someone somewhere for everybody.' The kind thing for me to tell her was go meet blind men, but I was too sweet and gentle for saying stuff like that. I was too much a lady.
Mr Kenneth Hash was reading my essays, looking up at me from time to time and I smiled at him; I knew of course and he knew that the essays were what girls were expected to say about their childhood, school (a total bore) and being a lady (the stuffy thing our mothers never did, but pushed when they were fat and unattractive).
"Did you write these essays Amy?" he said looking up.
"Yes sir, I let my romate read and edit them, but I wanted to make sure there were no mistakes."
"Him or her roommate?"
"Her, Brandy Conner. I have our dorm number if you want to call her?"
"You still go to school?"
"Well our course work is now over, but I get both degrees next Monday."
"You read that our girls have to be virgins, didn't you?"
"Yes sir, I wouldn't have driven here if I was not one."
"Well I hope not, but I have to check."
"Oh OK"
"I just wanted you to know upfront about our arrangement. Your pictures look real 'homey' like apple pie and pussy that smells like ice cream. Does language like that offend you? Does it violate your values?"
"No sir."
"Good our old men clients , and some of them are very old, often want a hot young puissy for their bed."
"I understand sir."
"They also want a fertile girl one who can priduce babies. Do you know any reason why you can't have children?"
"No sir, the family doctor and the college doctor said I seem normal, in the sexual parts. I started having my periods on time and I continue having them as I'm supposed to."
"Did you see men or women doctors?"
"Only women, my mopther was afraid for me to see a man. Even male teachers wrote me love letters. I had such troubles in high school and college."
"I understand, I also see what you look like. Now I want to know your complete dating history. When I re-write these application papers I am going to have 'Dating History' as an essay. But what I need to know is all your sexual contacts with men and boys, and well as women and girls. Is that going too far?"
"No," I said.
"Look it's important for me to pick the right woman for our client. You have one very bad mark against you to begin with, we can overcome it, but can you guess what it is?"
"No sir, I thought I was just about perfect."
"Your parents don't have tons of money that you will inherit. You would think filthy rich bastards would have plenty. Many have 500 maillion credits in the bank.
You seem to have all the attributes of a wife they might accept, except no money. No candidate is absolutely perfect --nose too long, tits too big, or too small.
So lets get started with your sexual history. Did you get molested in any way by a brother, cousin, uncle or most common your father?"
"I don't have any brothers, and my father played with me as a child, but he never put his penis in me or did anything sexual with me. I think I really wanted him to take me, but he didn't. I spent much time flirting with him, he did about anything I wanted but that. I wanted him to like me more than my mother, and he always did. I was very sexually conscious as a child."
"In school or at the beach did you have boyfriends or girlfriends who played games, sexual games?"
"Sure, in kindergarden we played 'penis and pussy' when the teachers were out smoking."
"I think that game is just looking and talking."
"I can tell you played it to, well I was the one who always started it. They looked at mine and I looked at theirs."
"When were you first boyfriend/girlfriend? In middle school?"
"All the boys liked me, even the male teachers. I got and received notes from the best boys. I didn't go out on dates until high school. I was a junior in high school before my first date that daddy didn't drive me, or some other girls's daddy."
"Who did you date in high school as a junior, at age 16 I guess?"
"Senate Jenkins, he was the richest boy I ever met. I dated him as a junior and senior in high school. He already had a first wife committment made by his family to Leslie Staultman. She was rich like him and 2 years older. Her family was somehow connected to his father's pipe factory."
"So what did you let him do to you on dates?"
"I stayed a virgin."
"Don't dare avoid questions!"
"We would go out on dates when Leslie was home from college and she let him fuck her."
"So he didn't fuck you but did her in front of you? Did he do her on the back seat of his car? Where you could watch?"
"Yes I took off my blouse and bra, and he would send the slave driver 200 yards from the car, and fuck her while he played with my breasts."
"Did you also allow him to play with your pussy?"
"He licked and sucked my slit. He said it tasted really good. Like a good expensive beer."
"Did he also suck on Leslie's chit?"
"No every night we went out he just fucked her and kissed and played with me."
"Did you suck his dick?"
"I only did that right before I went to college. He tried to get me to reject my scholarship and marry him, but I wanted to be educated. Leslie quit college and married him after he graduated high school."
"Did you suck any other dicks in college?"
"Not at all, for the first two years I was in college I went home Christmas. I went to see Senate and Leslie at their house. She had twin boys. I was engaged to him and wore his eangagment ring. It cost 50,000 credits and I still have it.
My 2nd Christmas home his father and mother had died in a plane crash. Then that summer my mother wrote me that someone else had moved into Senate Jenkings house. My letters came back and no one in town knew where he was. Even Leslie's family were gone from town. The pipe company had different owners.
So when the Senate plan crashed and burned; I decided to finish college and work super hard. I met a few boys at parties on campus, but life is so uncertain without money. I figured I was smart and beautiful enough to marry money. That's what drew me to your program."
"When you graduate do you have a job?"
"No sir, if this doesn't work out I'll probably go back home for awhile and then look for a job."
"That last statement is another mark against you getting a wife postiion with us. We want girls desperate to make their marriage succeed."
"Well my parents don't want me back home. I would have to tutor students or some other temporary way to make money."
"We have to make sure your marriage will succeed for at least 2 years Miss Meadown or we won't recommend you.
Chuck Morris my partner is in a similar office in New York Metro. Like me he interviews girls all day, every week. We mostly see only the most beautiful girls, but most of them have many flaws. Mostly they are too independent, too many ways they can make money if they don't marry our client.
Let me tell you about my best opening right now. Of course this is all confidential and if you tell it to a tabloid I will sue you and we have great lawyers.
My client is Farther Bishop and he lives most of the year in a castle at Stone Mountain Georgia. He had in exess of 200 million credits in various banks and also owns large chunks of Alabama and several towns in Georgia and Florida. Have you ever heard his name?"
"No sir, but he sounds fantastic."
"Don't salivate yet princess. I already have a contract with Mr. Bishop. Are you agreeable to marrying a really old man?"
"Oh yes sir!"
"What is your ideal age for an old man?"
"I don't really care how old he is since he has all that property and money."