#freeuseverse

     Venus was an outgoing, confident young woman, who had no problem with the new law that women were free for men to use, though she had preferred it when she was allowed to tease them and string them along. She knew she had the eyes of quite a few men as she danced, the club having become a sex club by this hour in the evening, the walls lined with women being fucked, quite a few ending up with lines of guys waiting to use them based on their performance. Venus had stepped away to get a drink from the bar when she felt someone press up against her from behind, the distinct sound of a belt buckle heard just over the music. ❝Do I even get to know your name?❞ she asked, unable to see what they looked like. For all she knew, she might even know them in real life.

     Melanie had been having a very bad day; her ex had her son for the weekend, she’d been passed over for promotion, and her plans for the evening had fallen through. After a few too many drinks, she had decided it was time to make herself feel better, and had slipped into a shift, barely a dress at all, which sat around her thighs in length. She’d sat out on her deck, which was right on the beach, and waited for a man to pass by and see her, certain that they’d pay attention. When he’d come up as expected, she’d invited him in and set her drink on the coffee table. She wasn’t really eager to talk to him, so instead she let the shift fall in a puddle around her feet, revealing she wasn’t wearing a bra, just her panties so she wouldn’t flash her neighbours. 

     Poppy was used to attention from men, it was part of her powers, constantly giving off pheromones which would catch their attention, even in the brightest hours of the day when most chose not to participate in the law which expressly allowed them to use women to their whim. Given that she didn’t work and instead lived in a house with a bunch of other people who had powers, she would often see them watching her go inside, then there would be a knock at the door, which she was careful to catch when her ‘mother’ wasn’t home. Letting one such conquest inside, she took them by the hand and led them into one of the adjacent, less used rooms. ❝I saw you watching me walk home. I have to admit, I like getting attention from good looking men like you.❞

     Jacqui should have known better than to stick around after her friends had left, but she was a little drunk, a little easy and almost certain she could handle herself. She’d had the attention of a few guys who were muttering in the corner and eyeing her, and had chosen to leave, running straight into a guy who caught her and steadied her. Her reaction had been quick; she’d pulled the guy down into a kiss and backed up against the wall, the group of guys walking right past them seconds later, missing her with the guys protection. ❝I think I owe you, now.❞ she grinned at her saviour; after all, she would have ended up being shared around if he hadn’t been there. ❝I know you don’t need it, but you have my consent anyway.. if you’re interested.❞