Legal Arrangements

Someone once commented that she wished she could read/find one believable free-use story. This isn't it, but it's probably a touch closer to that description than my other free-use themed stories. Written in two days with little editing, it's just a little one-off. Hope you enjoy.

Julie Delroy was one of the most beautiful women Steve Parsons had ever known, and he considered himself lucky to have her as his lone, office assistant. She is not only easy on the eyes, she is also very competent. "Thanks for finishing the Tyson report," Steve said to Julie, as he bit into his corned beef on rye. The two were at Steve's favorite deli. They make great lunches and are only two blocks from the office.

"Hey, you're buying. That's thanks enough." Julie lifted her sandwich, and took a swig from her diet drink.

"What are your plans this weekend?" Steve asked.

"Supposed to watch the new Star Lion episode with my brother tonight. Tomorrow, he's got some hot date planned, so it will probably be me and a book."

"I still don't get it, Julie. Why don't you date?"

"I told you. I'm aromantic."

"But what about sex? Certainly..."

Julie laughed, "I told you. Asexual, too. It's just the way I am, Steve."

Steve shook his and sighed, "Damn shame. You don't know what you're missing."

Julie had heard this before. Not just from Steve, but from practically everyone in her life. She was pretty good at deflecting the conversation, though. "Don't know. Don't care to know," she said.

Steve responded, "I don't think it's asexual. More like anti-sexual."

"What do you mean?"

"If you were asexual, wouldn't that mean you're indifferent to sex? What's the harm in sex, if you're indifferent to it? But you refuse sex. I think a more appropriate term should be used. Anti-sexual."

Julie laughed again, "What 'asexual' means, boss, is I just don't have any desire for sex. So, yeah... indifferent. But why would I have sex with anyone, with that attitude?"

Steve shrugged, "I dunno. Curiosity? Kindness? Who knows? I am just saying, if you were asexual, you'd be open to the possibility of having sex."

Julie would probably be offended by Steve being so pushy had she not worked with him over three years. Never once had he been creepy or weird to her. He'd always been fair, and fun to be around. It was clear, though, this really bothered him. Julie's mother is the same way. Unable to understand how her daughter simply isn't attracted to people, in any way. And worse, that she has zero sex drive. Julie put down her sandwich. "If you must know, I have tried it. When I was in college, with my first roommate."

"A woman?"

"Yes. So what?"

Steve smiled, "No, it's fine. Makes the story even better. Please, continue."

"I just figured it out then. I had no business being there. I didn't want it. I knew, after that experience, I wouldn't bother trying again. With her, or anyone."

"Must have made for some awkward times with the roommate."

"Yeah, you could say that. Another reason not to do it."

"See?" said Steve. "If you were indifferent to it, you could have placated your roommate every now and then. Just a friends with benefits, for funsies. Well, for her, anyway. But you actively stayed away from it. Anti-sexual. Not asexual. That's you."

Julie groaned, "You are suggesting I should have fucked Robin, just to keep the peace?"

"No, of course not. But if she had asked, 'Can I have sex with you tonight?' and every now and then you indulged her, would it have killed you? Are you really indifferent, or are you more resistant than that?"

Julie was thinking. "Okay. When you put it like that, maybe I could have chilled out about the situation. I don't know. It was a long time ago. If Robin would have approached me that way... back then... who knows."

"What if she approached you now?"

"Hah! Good luck with that," Julie coughed. "That woman hates me."

"Scruple. Your brother has a friend who is dying of cancer. He's a virgin and wants to have sex one time, no strings attached, before he dies. Would you be willing?"

"What? No! He can go to an escort!"

"He specifically asks for you. Says it has been his fantasy for years."

"This would never happen."

"But if it did?"

"You're asking if I would pity-fuck someone?"

"Yeah, in so many words. You say you are indifferent to sex. I'm just checking."

"I think your argument is flawed, Steve, but fine. I'll play along. In this specific scenario, the answer is 'maybe.' It would probably depend on whether I like the guy or not. As a person, I am saying. If he were an asshole, probably not."

"What if it was me?"

Julie spit out part of the sandwich she was eating, shocked she was asked so direct a question. "Wait. You mean, if you were about to die and asked for a pity-fuck?"

Steve smiled wide, "Yeah, I guess I want to find out if I am a good person, or an asshole. In your eyes, that is."

Julie laughed, "Hah! You know I love you, Steve. However, it may be harder for me to fuck someone I like, than someone I don't know, or even dislike."

"Oh, yeah? Why's that?"

"Like... after that college experience. I never looked at my roommate the same way. It's fair to say that I was unfair to her."

"Huh. Have you ever seen a therapist?" asked Steve. "Because it sounds like an abreaction to sex, or something that happened to you in the past. Maybe something deeper, I'm not one to say. But maybe..."

"No. It's very simple. I just don't like or desire sex."

"Would it really hurt you so much to see a therapist?" asked Steve.

Julie yawned, "I'd sooner fuck you, than see a therapist."

This time, it was Steve who spit food from the unexpected quip. He somehow managed to make a joke of it, checking his watch, "I'll see if I can get you an appointment with someone this afternoon."

Julie screamed, "Hey!"

Steve kept running with it, "You offered."

"I didn't offer." Julie leaned in closer. "Steve, for years, many men have approached me, telling me that if they could have one night with me, I'd totally change my mind about sex. Do you realize how insulting and diminishing those statements are? You wouldn't be suggesting the same thing, would you?"

"No, of course not. I would, however, be open to suggesting casual sex."

"What? What would be casual about it?"

Steve sat up, scratching his brow. "Okay, maybe I should stop. In all seriousness, I don't wish to offend, or degrade, or dismiss you. But if you would allow me to speak candidly -- without taking offence to a radical idea -- I will continue. Otherwise, it might be best that I shut up."

"Steve, there isn't anything you could say that I haven't heard before."

"I'm not so sure about that. You, yourself, admit you have never been to therapy."

"What of it? It's been so over-discussed in my life, I don't need to talk about it more. Go ahead, tell me what you want to say." Julie held her hands up. "I promise I won't take offence."

"You swear?"

"I swear. Be as crass as you think you need to be."

"Julie, I won't be crass, but I will make some leaps of logic, based on what I know about you and your personality. May I ask you a couple things, though? Even if they are sensitive topics?" Julie nodded. "Have you ever had an orgasm?" She nodded again. "Often?"

Julie sighed, "No, not often. But on occasion, yes. You happy?"

"You don't think about sex with other people when you do it, do you?"

"Like.... do I think about sex, sex? No. I just kind of feel it. Ride it. I don't think I really want more than that. But I achieve orgasm, just like anyone else. Like I said, I am asexual."

"I think you should try sex again, but in a completely different way."

"Excuse me? Different, how?"

"Julie, I think you have intimacy issues. I think that's the core of it. What if you completely removed intimacy from the act of sex?"

Julie's left eyebrow pitched up and she asked, "How does one do that? Remove intimacy."

"Any number of ways, I suppose," Steve sighed. "If we're being crass, I will tell you about my ex-girlfriend. She got into all types of kinky play, and she was into this thing called 'free use' for a hot minute. She would just let me take her, let me have my way with her, while she just went about her business. Watching TV, doing laundry, talking on the phone... she completely ignored me while I used her. And she would cum! Quite a bit, actually, but she just played it out as if she was nothing but a sex object for me."

"Why the fuck would she do that?" Julie asked, looking horrified.

"She told me she loved it. She said it really got her off, because she had no obligations to anyone or anything. I either enjoy her or I don't. But she could feel and see me do everything I wanted to her. She got off on the pleasure I was giving her, even though it was just to suit my selfish desires. She also claimed she actually got to enjoy the act more than me, because I was doing all the work. Not having to constantly give back, made it fun for her. Or, at least, different than ordinary sex."

"So, like... what? She would just be naked while doing laundry? You would fuck her, and she would just keep doing laundry?"

"As best she could," Steve chuckled. "I'm sorry if I'm sharing too much, but what I am suggesting... if you won't try therapy, why not something radical like this? With free-use, you have no obligation to make the other person happy. You just allow them to use you. If you're indifferent to sex, rather than anti-sex, I don't see how this would be an impossible task for you. And frankly, if you're able to get off by yourself, this is pretty close to it. You just ride the pleasure from it, and don't think or act beyond that."

Julie was silent for a while, before saying, "The point you keep missing is... I don't want sex."

"So anti-sexual, then," Steve smiled, pointing to his colleague. "I think that's the better term for your condition. An asexual person wouldn't have a problem with it."

"That's completely unfair to say!"

Steve shrugged his shoulders. "Just the way I see it," he said.

"Well, you see it wrong."

"Regardless of what I think, you should consider a therapist. People tell you, you don't know what you're missing, because it is true. Yes, I believe in body autonomy. I also believe lots of other things. That people can discover new, good things about themselves, for instance. They can discover they like something now, that they once loathed. I used to hate butternut squash. I eat it all the time these days. I think, if I were in your shoes -- asexual -- I would be inclined to try sex, just for the hell of it, every once in a while. And I would be even more inclined with the free-use idea, as I wouldn't be obligated to participate, or reciprocate. The worse that happens is the dude gets off. So what? You're indifferent to sex, so what? Also, I am sure he would appreciate you allowing him to do that. What's the harm?"

"Just where am I supposed to find some guy to try this with, Steve?"

"Julie, you can't be naive. You have to know you are a strikingly, beautiful woman. A natural beauty. Just ask any single guy."

"They'll want to have real sex, not whatever you call this..."

"Free use."

"Yeah, I don't know, Steve. Your girlfriend sounds weird. And you were into it?"

"Ex-girlfriend. But yeah... why wouldn't I be into it? I wanted to make her happy, and not every act has to be passionate love-making, like it's your honeymoon. You gotta spice things up. For us, it was a bit of role-play and discovery. For you, I think discovery as well. I mean, if you get off by yourself, just see if you can get off this way, too. Or if you even come close."

"I'll be too grossed out by the cock inside me."

"Would you? Why treat it any differently than your fingers, if you're indifferent to it. There's no stakes."

Julie moaned, thinking hard, yet unclear exactly how to process all this. She was feeling slightly disgusted, but Steve was sincere enough for her to sort of consider this idea. "I just don't even see who I would be comfortable doing that with. Not a complete stranger, because no... I don't know where they've been, or what kind of person they are. And..."

Steve interrupted, "You're going to make excuses for why you can't do it with anyone. You know, Julie, you said I could be crass. How about this for crass? Let's not speak of this again, but if you ever happen to be naked, I am just going to get busy using your body. That's my agreement to you from here on. You can think about it. Act on it. Not act on it. But we won't ever talk about it again."

Julie burst out laughing, "You have to be joking!"

"Am I?" Steve winked. "I mean, I think a therapist is best suited to help you, but the offer is there."

"Geez, thanks, Steve. What an offer." Thick sarcasm in the tone.

"How's your sandwich?"

"Mostly uneaten. See? Even talking about sex repulses me."

"I know. It's why I said you're anti-sexual."

Julie wanted to scream and rip her hair out. She settled down and leaned back in her chair. "I'm glad you're buying, but I think you owe me another lunch, just for putting up with today's conversation."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Truth was, Steve paid for most of their lunches. "What do we have left today?"

"Court prep for the Hansen divorce."

"Fun," sighed Steve. "Let's see if we can't wrap it up by four, and beat traffic."

"I still can't believe you would sugge--"

"Zip it," said Steve. "I already said we wouldn't speak one more word about it."

"But--"

"But nothing. There's nothing to talk about. The offer is there. Do it, or don't do it. We're done discussing it."

"Couldn't this be sexual harassment?"

"What?"

"What we discussed."

"The thing I said we would no longer discuss? Yes, I agree. We should not discuss it. Let's agree to avoid discussing it, and then we can be positive that we are safe from any kinds of thoughts, or acts, of sexual harassment."

"But--"

"Enough, Julie. We have work to do."

Steve and Julie worked efficiently at putting the case notes together. They were meeting with the judge, presenting their side for Amber Hansen, who wanted half the value of her husband's lucrative, lawn care business, as well as the house and a healthy amount of child support. Standard stuff for Steve and Julie to handle. It was mostly rote stuff for Julie who had her mind on other things. She didn't know whether to be pissed about the conversation the two had at lunch, but she was confused. Did Steve really think he had a chance at seeing her naked? How would that even be possible? The only possible way would be if she willingly got naked, allowing him to violate her just like he described.

Julie kept thinking it through, 'What if he accidentally saw me naked, and then jumped me? It would be rape, right? Oh, who am I kidding. We aren't ever at risk of accidentally seeing each other naked. The only way it could possibly happen is if I decide to allow it to happen." For some reason, this really irked Julie. Steve had given her all the power. She wanted to tell him that maybe she would consider doing this free-use thing, if it was clearly understood that she probably wouldn't enjoy it. Julie did not want Steve thinking she "wanted" it, simply by stripping naked.

Julie really wanted to cuss Steve out for prohibiting the topic. It monopolized her mind. She isn't keen on sex, but this idea was vaguely interesting. Someone else does the work, while she could just ignore the act, but enjoy the action. As much as she hated to admit it, this tiny shift in thinking sparked a curiosity in her. 'Too bad I can't discuss this with Steve!' she cursed to herself. It was unfair.

The next three days got worse for Julie and she spent the entire weekend fuming over the issue. She even touched herself, imagining what it would be like to be used that way. There was no specific person in mind. Just the act of getting fucked, and not fucking back. Images filled her mind and for the first time, while they were sexual in nature, they didn't repulse her.

Steve was wearing his best suit for the court appearance on Monday, a grey and black Armani. Julie always enjoyed seeing Steve dressed this way. It fits his swimmer's build better than any of his others, and while she isn't attracted sexually, she can recognize what is attractive in nature. Steve turns lots of heads from the ladies when he wears this suit. Judge Pamela Kann was in charge of the proceedings, and she, more than anyone else in the room, seemed most impacted by Steve's distinguished looks. He had her wrapped around his finger as he presented his clients' challenges and needs for the future, post-divorce. The opposing team didn't offer much resistance.

"How'd you think it went?" Steve asked Julie, when they made it back to the office. He was hanging his suitcoat in the lobby closet.

"You were terrific," said Julie. "Our prep work worked. As always."

"We make a pretty good team," Steve smiled. "I'm gonna go catch up on last week's billing. You wanna grab us some lunch?"

"You buying?" Julie asked, knowing the answer. Steve was already unfolding his wallet. He pulled out two twenties. "I don't think I need that much for a couple sandwiches."

"Swing by Marty's next door to the deli, and get us a bottle of red. I think we earned it."

"Oh, hell, yeah!" shouted Julie. Every once in a while, the two would celebrate when they won a case, or made it through some milestone. Today felt like reason enough to celebrate, so Julie was thrilled. "I need to get some bills done, too, actually. I'll leave right after. I'm guessing it'll be about one o'clock by the time I get back."

"That's perfect," said Steve, loosening his collar. Julie noticed, just by the muscles in his neck and forearms, his new workout habits were really paying off. "Hey, get me a Reuben this time. Just the half sandwich."

"You got it," Julie said, rushing off to get her menial tasks done.

A bit later, Julie stopped at the wine store, leaving the owner, Marty, a five-dollar tip. While she stood in line at the deli, she began to think back on the conversation they had here last week. She'd been frustrated all weekend thinking about it, but today's efforts in court had helped take her mind off it. She thought back to Steve making his arguments to the judge. How confident he looked. Handsome, too, though it was his professionalism that Julie endeared most.

"What'll ya have?" asked the lady behind the counter, in a rush to serve as many as possible in the busy diner.

"One whole reuben, but two separate boxes please."

"So, you want two halves?"

"Well, yeah, but that makes a whole. I figure I'll buy a whole, which is cheaper than two ha--"

"But you want two halves?"

"Right," said Julie.

The woman screamed behind her. "Two half reubens." She turned back to Julie, "Anything else?"

"Uh, no, ma'am," said Julie, confused by the transaction.

"It'll be just a minute. Pay over there, please. Here's your ticket."

Julie meandered to the other side of the counter and paid, happy to see the lady had marked it as one whole sandwich, and not two halves. It saved her a couple bucks. Julie then stood off to the side while waiting for the order. Images started flashing in her mind again, the kind that had monopolized her thoughts over the weekend. But this time, Julie applied those thoughts to what had just occurred. Arguing over whether a sandwich is whole, or two halves, is absurd. It would have been even more absurd if Julie had been naked, getting railed by Steve from behind, while this transaction took place. Julie had no idea WHY this weird fantasy formed in her mind, but regardless, it did, and it amused her. She even giggled out loud, drawing a couple strange looks.

A few minutes, Julie received a paper bag with her order. With the bag in one hand and the wine in the other, she headed back to the office. While crossing the walk, she began fantasizing about being taken at her desk. Bent over, just taking some guy's cock, using whichever hole he desired. Julie kicked at the ground. "Why am I thinking about this so much?" she asked herself. And as much as Julie tried to make the image of the man "random" in her fantasies, she couldn't help but place Steve in the role. It frustrated her that she didn't have better control of her own fantasies. It hadn't yet dawned on her to even define this as a sexual fantasy. To her, it was like a morbid curiosity... or so she was telling herself.