Back Alley Cats

It is 2077. The world is bizarre, and there are far less people. It has been fifty years since the Rupture left the world in tatters. Plagues have disintegrated cultures and thinned civilizations. In this New World Order, proximity of the body is unavoidable and proximity of the heart is unacceptable. Women are hailed as beacons of light and vessels of hope. They bear the cure. Men are the dying embers and empty husks of society. They carry the affliction. To survive and arrest humanity's extinction, men need to partake in distinct s****l arrangements which they pay with coin or bars of gold.

This is a story on how the oldest profession became a celebrated necessity in post-apocalyptic Earth. The cats purr and dare you to watch closer, because nothing is as normal as it seems. So relax, bring a warm saucer of milk, and lay down your oversexed hearts on the Back Alley Cats ^^