Heaven

Continuing the conversation we were having about keeping people moving and isolated, I asked him, “How do you encourage people to keep moving?” I wanted to know more about the process.

Apparently, the diversity of education and media consumption are leading to greater cultural differences between individuals. I remember some of the other students disagreeing. They said the internet was bringing people together. He said that was only an illusion. He said that social media gives people the feeling of keeping in touch with others, without the interaction and relationship building. At the time, I felt he had a good point. I have known many people who feel alone and disconnected even in intimate relationships, or with hundreds of friends on social media.

Yesterday, He was talking about family estates, how the most prestigious families have land that’s been in their families for many generations. He said, “It is a sign of weakness when a wealthy family has to sell an estate. It is a tremendous failure. Old money should be perpetual.”
I thought the distinctions between old money and new money had gone away some time ago. When I thought about it in the context of what he has told me so far, I cannot imagine that distinction ever going away. Their ancestry and selective breeding are too important to them.

We went back to his room and the men continued talking. I made drinks for all of us. Molly and I sat next to each other and talked of our past lives. She was an anthropologist who was traveling the world before she was kidnapped. The talking was almost as good as the sex. I felt like I was falling in love. I wish I had known her before this place. I know we would have a lot of fun together. I wish I could discuss the things I talk about with him. I believe she would have enlightening insight into our situation.

At one end of the dance floor is a lounge area with chairs, couches, and low tables. It was full much of the evening, but a couple couches opened up, and we moved toward them. The men sat down first on the same couch, so we sat down on the couch across from them. Molly and I fell into an embrace on the couch and soon started making out again. My guess is that this is what they wanted, to watch us get worked up together. She massaged my breast while I ran my hand up her leg. No panties. She was wet, very wet, like I was. I rubbed her lips, and slipped my finger inside her.

We danced together in a tight space where we had to rub against each other just to move. It was very erotic and exciting. She smiled into my eyes and began caressing my body as we danced.
I felt the music flow through me. It directed my motion and emotions. The rest of the world went away. Just me and her dancing in sensuous proximity. Touching, teasing, flowing with the music.

It has been a couple weeks since we did anything social in the evenings. Last night, when we returned to the room, he told me to get ready to go out. He wanted me looking my best. I wondered what he had in mind.
When we got to the playroom it was already full of people. The dance floor was crowded. Sam was mixing music, as she often does. Women were dancing on the poles. There were groups of men sitting with women in the lounge area, drinking and talking.

I must have expressed some disdain or something which he picked up on because he said, "You should know that you are rather lucky to be here. We have rescued you from a wretched life. Now you won't have to suffer with the rest of them. You can live out your life here. You have good food, sun, fresh air, private time with me. You have fun at our parties. You serve in the house of immortals. It's the second best position to be in.”