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The Archivist
The Archivist
The Archivist
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The Archivist

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A woman just out of college has to move back home. She gets a job catsitting, and stumbles upon the cat’s owner’s rather shocking collection. A very neat and well-categorized archive of pornography. As she examines his collection, she gets wrapped up in his strange world of sex and media.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJack Stratton
Release dateJan 2, 2024
ISBN9798215524183
The Archivist
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Jack Stratton

Writer, hedonist, feminist, queer, kinky, polyamorous, dandy. Join my Patreon for access to over 100 stories, audiobooks, and more. 47 years old. Brooklyn. He/him.

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    The Archivist - Jack Stratton

    The Archivist

    Jack Stratton

    Published by Jack Stratton

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    Copyright 2023 Jack Stratton

    Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

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    There is a particular brand of depression you experience when you have to move back in with your parents.

    At the tail end of college, Kate got lots of promises from professors and advisors, thay her years of studying esoteric and philosophical subjects would lead to interesting career opportunities. There was a world out there just waiting for eager young minds like hers.

    Unfortunately, a summer of failed interviews and disheartening conversations in sterile offices all seemed to point to graduate school. So, it was back to the somewhat demoralizing lavishness of her parents’ hyper modern minimalist ranch house.

    Her father came from money, and her mother had been the CEO of some startup that was conceived and built just to sell to a bigger company for a lot of money. It had worked.

    So, her parents led an affluent life of pleasure. Which meant there wasn’t much direct pressure for Kate to make her own life, but plenty of reasons for her to escape.

    Darling, it’s so good to have you here. You know, in Europe, people often live at home until they marry. I think it’s a much more natural process, her mother said as they both sipped large glasses of murky green smoothies. The recipe of which Kate’s mother attributed her clear skin and seemingly endless energy.

    Her mother was tall and thin and athletic. Her dirty blonde hair being one of the few things Kate had inherited. She wore ridiculously expensive athleisure outfits that made her look like she was in a Star Trek reboot.

    Kate, on the other hand, looked more like the cousins she’d met from her father’s lineage. She was tall, like her mother, but busty, fat-lipped, thick thighed, and curvy no matter the diet and exercise regimen. Her mother tried to be kind, but she always seemed to imply that Kate was too big, too curvy, too buxom, even too tall. As if she could do anything about those traits.

    Similarly, where her mother was all about aerodynamic matching high-tech fibered jogging suits, Kate enrobed herself in the loosest chunky cable knit sweaters she could find.

    Your father and I are off to the country to go antiquing. Why don’t you join us?

    Kate looked around at the sleek minimalist home. It looked like something out of Architectural Digest or a 60s SciFi movie about the future.

    Why are you always antiquing? Everything in your house is hyper-modern.

    Her mother looked around and laughed. Oh, it’s just something to do, I suppose. Sometimes, I buy things and sell them online for twice the cost. It’s like free money.

    Kate gave her mother a tight-lipped smile. I’ll pass. Have a good time.

    Her mother frowned. Kate wasn’t playing along with any of her parents’ plans. She’d stopped looking for a job, and she never started looking for a husband. She didn’t dress the way they wanted, and she didn’t look the way they wanted.

    She saw all of that in her mother’s eyes as she gave Kate a tight-lipped smile and said, Well, we’re off. Hope you can find something productive to do today.

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