Chapter 4: Sharing Arrangement
*From the Ruler's blog, entry 51*
People keep complaining about walking on others fucking around. So let's fix that. Ladies, if you walk in on two people having sex, ask if you can join in on the fun. Let's turn it into a hot threesome!
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Liza woke up with the feeling of Roger's boner pressing on her buttcheek. Again. Her roommate had decided to sleep on her bed and spoon her during the night. Their bed, she had to remind herself. It was also his property, so she couldn't complain about how he slept on it, even if it made her extremely uncomfortable. Liza turned off the alarm clock and proceeded to get ready for work.
It had been a month since the Ruler had come up with a solution to the Manhattan housing crisis. "You just need to share more. If you find a girl that lives alone, ask her to share their apartment with you! Girls, be good hosts and remember to share!". Liza had made the mistake of not checking the blog that day before leaving for work. Immediately after she left the building, a guy who looked like the real-life version of the Simpson's comic book guy approached her. "You live in a nice building, can I live with you?"
And that is how Roger had become a permanent part of Liza's life. They had just finished the legal paperwork last week. Her apartment was his too. As a lawyer, Liza could understand the full consequences of the paper she had signed. She had spent the last decade working hard, climbing the legal ladder until she had landed her current job in one of New York's top firms. She was making enough money to afford a nice single-bedroom apartment, while also having enough to spare and save for the future. And for Roger, now. From what she had gathered, he had been unemployed for the last six months and wasn't looking for anything now that he had a secure roof under his head.
Liza turned the shower on. Hot water poured on her. She started to do a mental rundown on the work to do today. She heard the bathroom door open, and Roger, half asleep, entered. He leaned on the wall and stared at her naked figure.
"Could you please leave?" She asked. It was pointless. Roger had been sharing tips on the internet with other Manhattan guys pulling the same scam. This one he found out four days ago.
"It's my bathroom too, you know I have full rights to be here, we have to share the space" And he was right. Liza could offer no argument against it. She was an amazing lawyer, but she couldn't talk her way out of this one. She could only politely ask. Yesterday he had gone ahead and joined her in the shower. Thankfully nothing was stopping her from leaving. She went to work unshowered that day, but there were lines she was still trying to keep uncrossed.
She had considered moving back home to New Jersey with her parents and her 20-year-old sister. But after the incident where every female flight-attendant had quit and then been forced back to work, governments had become adamant in not allowing people to escape the Ruler's effects en-masse without good cause. Fear of the Ruler stepping in further was starting to supersede people's rights. So the NYC mayor had enforced a policy to not allow women to move away without heavy paperwork and a reasonable justification. Even homelessness wasn't an option, she would get immediately sent back to their apartment. Liza was confident she could make her application go through, legalese was her second tongue after all, but it would still take weeks. And all the while she was stuck with Roger. She still hadn't had the guts to tell her family about him. They would only worry, and there was nothing to be done. This was her fight.
Liza put on her panties and pants. She went to the kitchen to make breakfast, naked from the waist up. She still had to show Roger her tits, as he had not given her permission to cover them since the day they met. Another one of the Ruler's rules he was abusing. So she had had to go around topless around the house for the past month, only being able to put on clothes once she left the apartment.
Roger hadn't managed to fuck her yet. In one of the few bright feminist news of the past year, the Ruler had been convinced to make it so sexual assault accusations that didn't fall under the rules would be severely punished. "At the end of the day, I try to be a good person", he had said. No false accusations either, as lying about it was forbidden. So both Liza and Roger knew what the other could and couldn't do. In a sense, it was a legal battle, with extremely fucked up rules. But it was still her field. Roger was taking his time with this. She knew he was working hard to bend any known rules to get her to spread her legs without consequence. He had nothing else to do all day. He constantly masturbated in their bed with her on it, leaving cum on the sheets, which she could do nothing about.
Roger's best shot had been when he had asked for her anal virginity, one of the Ruler's most direct rules. Unfortunately for him, Liza's boss had already taken her that very day. Thinking about that incident gave her mixed feelings. She appreciated that her coworkers had managed to get him fired after what she did. But the memory of her boss' dick ramming into her ass, and the massive orgasm that gave her made her feel guilty for his firing. She couldn't hate him. But she knew that was just the Ruler doing his magic.
Liza knew the day when Roger would find the rule that would make her his was coming. New rules were happening every day, and they were starting to pile on. But she would hold on as much as possible. She grabbed the toasts from the toaster, put them on a plate, and started spreading jam. Then she grabbed one and went to bite it.
"Oh, breakfast, cool" Roger said, and quickly stole Liza's toast from her hands. No, not Liza's toast. She was sharing. It was *their* toast. So there was nothing wrong with what Roger just did. She wanted to get angry, but couldn't. She put two more toasts in the toaster. "Hey, can you make us coffee?" That's how breakfasts went these days. She prepared food and coffee for the two of them, while he sat and watched dumb videos on Youtube at full volume. From the outside, she knew she looked like a topless maid making breakfast for a manchild.
Once her forced roommate had been satisfied, she sat back again and finally got to eat her breakfast. She checked the Ruler's blog, as she did every day after not doing so landed her with Roger. Today's new rule was... worrisome. Stumbling on people having sex had become very common these days. She would need to put an ear in every door she had to open. Focus on looking at the floor whenever entering some place new. She decided to check on the feminist forums to see what other tips to avoid being forced into threesomes other women had come up with. Roger was not the only one crowdsourcing ways to work around the Ruler. Before she could open the link, Roger once against snatched her phone.
"Just let me take this for a second, ok?" Roger said, smiling.
"I am happy to share," She replied, lying. Roger opened Amazon and proceeded to buy a bunch of video games, a new expensive monitor for his PC, and (for some reason) a Welcome to Las Vegas sign. On her account. While her money was safe in the bank, he couldn't directly steal from her (he had tried). But as long as those packages were being sent to their home, they also belonged to him. So Liza had to accept these "Roger expenses". Her savings were starting to dwindle.
"Here you go roomie" Roger handed her phone back, winking at her. "I am going to play some Fortnite, have a nice day at work!"
