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In the 4th installment of the
Chronicles of Free-Use America
, we follow a day in the life of Priya Singhal. Priya is a 22-year-old software engineer immigrating to Free-Use America to work at a large Silicon Valley tech company.
Author Note
The themes and events expressed throughout this series are purely erotic fantasy. IRL, this level of misogyny should only be practiced between consenting adults. All characters are 18 or older.
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Chronicles of Free-Use America Ch.3 - Priya
Starting a new life in a new country was a difficult leap of faith for anyone. But for a young woman growing up in India's middle class to move to the United States, it was more of a trust fall off the side of a high rise.
It was no secret about the American Free-Use laws among foreigners. While often censored for non-free-use nations; television, films and music from the US was still highly suggestive to the nature of American culture. As an ally to the US in WW3, India had developed a close relationship with the US and NATO. In 1995, in response to the booming success of free use in other developed nations, India introduced their own version of the legislation that was inherently tied to the caste system and really only applied to the lower labor class.
In the middle merchant class, Priyamanjari's life was seemingly unaffected as she grew up. But the growing conflicts in the northern border, stoked by Russian and religious tension created an uneasy atmosphere in daily Indian life. That uneasiness drove further divides between the castes and the Hindi and Muslim population as well as stoking distrust in the government.
By the time Priya graduated university, terrorist attacks in the northern portion of the country left many citizens wondering when (not if) the next war would erupt. At the suggestion of her father, Priya found employment in one of the American-owned tech companies that operated in Southern India, setting up regional support centers for their global customer base.
While primarily staffed by citizens of the region, working at the social media mega-corp, Para or formerly
Parabook
, was Priya's first real introduction to American culture.
Priya's first exposure to free-use was during a video call with US-based engineers. Despite the company policy prohibiting open free-use on international conference calls, Priya could barely conceal her shock as she watched the back of a blonde woman's head bobbing up and down while she gave the American engineer a blowjob just out of frame while the engineer continued his lecture on the new product.
After a moment, the American man cut his video for a few seconds and when he turned the camera back on, the blonde woman was sitting next to him. Priya watched as the blonde wiped her mouth before she started presenting her slides to the group. Priya couldn't believe how casual they both continued with business, ignoring the oral sex as if it were just an everyday occurrence. Later, Priya learned that this (and so much more) was an everyday occurrence for Americans.
After that day, Priya saw her overseas American coworkers in a completely different light. Like most, she thought that American free-use culture was sensationalized or misrepresented by rumors. She thought about the woman on the call and how being forced to give oral sex to her coworker and it initially upset Priya. She was not nearly as religious as she was when her mother was alive, but she was raised Hindu which meant casual sex was discouraged.
But after thinking about the video call, she recalled that none of the casual objectification took away any of the woman's outward confidence and professionalism. This made Priya think of a trend she noticed in the censored American movies that also started to influence Bollywood where promiscuous women were depicted as the righteous while the prudish were villainized.
The pieces were coming together, and Priya felt that her worldview was expanding. The US may have been the first, but by 2025, many western countries had gone free use. It was only a matter time before India expanded their free use laws. From that day on, she made it a point to pay close attention to her American coworkers on video chat. Women with suspiciously smudged makeup, freshly stained tops seemed more obvious now.
But one visual that really caught Priya by surprise was another Indian woman a little older than her giving a video demonstration of a new data processing tool. The high-def feed from the American office clearly showed a fresh rope of cum draped from her forehead and over her black hair. If that wasn't enough to shock the astute members of the audience, the woman instinctively wiped the trail of white cum on her finger and quickly licked her fingertip dry between transitioning slides on the presentation.
Priya wasn't the only one that noticed this display. Soon after, many of her Indian coworkers were gossiping about the presenter and making lewd comments. Though Priya didn't join in the jokes. A part of her admired the woman for pushing her career and speaking so intelligently and confidently in a male dominated industry from a male dominated culture. Was it somehow easier to succeed when the sexual tensions of the workplace were removed and replaced with open free-use?
These questions continued to swirl in Priya's mind as she continued working her way up the corporate ladder. Being a bright and creative young woman helped her hone her skills and speaking fluent English and Hindi made her an easy candidate for leadership despite her young age of 22. After nearly two years with the company, Priya was one of six engineering leads for the regional data center. And when
Parabook
rebranded to Para, they sought to fill many of the new roles within their expanded entertainment and tech sector with internal employees that demonstrated value to the company, including their regional offices from around the globe.
This is how Priya took the bold step to moving to America and working in the heart of Silicon Valley. Surprisingly, Priya's father and only living parent, was excited about his daughter's opportunity. Priya shared some of the company literature on American society and the expectations of women with her dad. After some discussion and bargaining, Free-Use was the least of their worries.
The rigid caste system had all but cemented their family's status as lower-middle class. With a looming conflict with Pakistan and the growing dissension between the populous, American and European companies were the few viable methods to increase a family's status or start over in a new country. It was with a heavy heart that Priya's father gave her career aspirations his blessing and bid her farewell at the airport to start her new life with promises to visit her as soon as she was settled in her new job, and they could afford it.
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As Priya stepped off the plane in San Francisco, she didn't know what to expect. If she were to believe the men sitting behind her excitedly chatting the entire flight, as soon as she left the tarmac, she would be stripped naked and swept into an endless orgy. Luckily, that was not the case. Between the pilot's warning, the posted signs, and the repeating announcement, there was to be no free use or public sex of any kind until clearing the Immigration and Security checkpoint to leave the international arrival terminal.
This didn't stop her from catching the hungry gaze of many of the other men at the airport. Priya was used to the objectifying stares and the awkward flirting from men at home in India. She was a beautiful young woman with intelligence and an intriguing personality that she often tucked behind a defensive shell.
Priya was a petite woman, standing only a couple of inches over 5' and weighing just over 120 lbs. She could easily pass for a teenager by looks alone, but once someone got to converse with her, they would get a sense for her maturity. Despite her small frame, Priya developed some narrow curves around her hips and modest B cup breasts. Though, after reading up on it, she expected that to change with her diet shifting to the hormone-addled food in America.
Influenced by American and Bollywood fashion, Priya had a healthy skin care regiment that included protecting her brown skin from the harsh Indian sun and waxing most of her body hair. She kept her long black hair clean and straight to frame her youthful exotic facial features. Using some online tutorials, she sculpted and slightly tamed her naturally thick eyebrows and wore enough makeup to feel flirty but not whorish; another thing she expected to change with American fashion influence.
Preparing for a full day of air travel, Priya only wore a base layer of subtle makeup and a knit beanie to keep her hair from rubbing against the back of the seat the whole flight. She dressed for comfort, but also sported an American flair with a zip up sweatshirt, jeans, and sneakers. Nothing was name brand, only the knock-offs and local Indian brands were in her budget.
When the group of passengers approached the checkpoint, they were immediately separated by gender. The men's line appeared to be moving quickly compared to the women's line as Priya watched the two men that were once sitting behind her happily move through the checkpoint well ahead.
Most of the other women in line were from India, having all arrived on the same plane, but as other gates opened the line grew more diverse with some Asian and European travelers as well. The woman in front of her in line was an older woman, wearing a traditional Indian Saree dress of bright colors and intricate embroidery. After a brief chat, Priya learned that the woman, Manisha, was traveling to reunite with her husband and sons who moved to the US a few months prior. Manisha had a nervous excitement in her body language, and her eyes scanned the crowds in search of her family.
After a security guard explained that families and other pickups had to wait on the other side of the checkpoint, the woman calmed down slightly, and Priya offered to keep her company as long as she could. Though, eventually, Manisha was called to the next available office to begin her processing followed by Priya to one of the far offices in the row.
When she entered the office, she found two men waiting for her. One behind a computer equipped with a high-definition camera and flash bulb and another standing against the back door to the office.
"Ma'am, place your bags in the red square and stand in the green square," the pudgy Latino man behind the counter instructed her with a rehearsed tone as he pointed at the taped lines on the floor.
Shaking away the overwhelming feeling that gripped her, Priya pushed her wheeled suitcase to the red square and stepped into the green one in front of the camera.
While the man flipped through the paperwork and keyed on his computer, he started questioning Priya. "My name is Agent Padilla, and this is Officer Mills. I'll be processing your work visa and identification. The officer is here as a witness since you do not have male representation. Do you understand and consent to continue with the proceedings?"
Priya felt like she was in trouble or being interrogated for a crime as the man with the suit spoke to her with haste and authority while the uniformed police officer stood at the door. She offered a polite response, "Yes, sir."
