Brave New Girl

The next day at work her boss, Tom Farrell, came in a few minutes later than usual and sighed as he sat down, "I'm glad you're in today."

"Oh?" Lucia smiled, "why's that?"

"I missed you," he said with a cheeky smile.

"Cheeseball" Lucia rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress her own smile.

He perched himself on the corner of her desk. "So..?" He raised his eyebrows at her, "don't keep me in suspense! How'd it go?"

She heaved a dramatic sigh and buried her head in her arms on the desk. "I didn't get it."

"That bad, huh?"

"I don't know. The interview and the viewing itself were great, better than great. I loved it. But it almost seemed like it was already decided I wasn't going to get it before I even got there." She sat back up and gave an imitation of her interviewer, "you're a big fat giant baby, why are you even here, go away."

"Somehow I'm confident that wasn't said or meant at all," Tom laughed. He reached out and took her hand in his, "is it bad if I say I'm both surprised and immensely relieved?"

"Oh, Tom."

"I promised myself I wouldn't say anything until after, and here we are."

"Say what, Tom?"

He gave her a cheeky grin. "Why don't I tell you over a fancy dinner?" She started to open her mouth to protest the expenses but he held up her hand, "Lucia, I insist we have something other than Standard Rations for this. Non-negotiable."

She opened her mouth to respond but saw Tom's eyes were glazed, interacting with his Personal Device. A scowl washed over him and he stalked away without a word. Lucia turned to her work device and began catching up on the work accumulated from her absence.

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Sitting on the bed in Tom's studio apartment, he brought her a glass of wine and Lucia gasped. "Tom, this is too much!!"

"We all deserve a little splurge now and again, and I've been saving up for this anyhow."

"I've never had wine before! Besides," she slanted him a saucy smile, "I'm not old enough to drink, Mr. Farrell."

He laughed. "Next you're going to tell me you can't get in a car because you don't have a license. Hold my glass, I'll bring dinner." He leaned back from the bed and turned the corner to the kitchenette, then came back with two plates.

Lucia was speechless. Fresh chicken, broccoli, and wild rice, with lemon wedges as garnish.

Tom frowned at the plates, "it was my first time cooking broccoli so I'm not sure if I did it right, but the color is really nice, don't you think?"

"It's amazing." She realized she was about to cry. "Tom, this must have cost a fortune."

"I've been saving up since you first applied. I figured however long you were in the process would match with how big a splurge we should have, no matter the outcome." It had been 7 months since she first applied.

"Thank you. This is... I'm overwhelmed." Lucia took a deep breath and then smiled. "I can't wait, let's try it!!"

They both took a fork of broccoli and clinked their forks together, "cheers!" She bit into it and crunched off a bite. Tom laughed, "I don't think I cooked it right."

"Oh, wow. I don't even care!" She said, taking another bite. She didn't know what it supposed to taste like, but it was delicious. It tasted crisp and fresh and clean. So clean. "This is amazing!"

After dinner and a few small glasses of wine, they lounged on the bed, Tom tracing circles on Lucia's palm. "If you had been accepted I was going to tell you I'd miss you. I was tempted to ask you to wait, but I knew you were so excited, you've been so focused towards it. It's selfish of me, but I'm glad I can keep you."

"Maybe selfish, but very sweet. I hadn't thought about it since you have Eun Ae, Julie, and Andres. I guess I've never really thought past just getting in. I haven't really thought of anything for myself outside of getting into the FRA. All of my life has just been temporary things until I make it, but..." she trailed off

"And" Tom corrected, "and now you have to opportunity to discover what you want to do with your life."

She fell back and stared at the ceiling. Want? She wanted to be in the FRA. She wanted to produce the next generations. She wanted to be the longest running genetic contribution. The Population Contributors were the sacred servants of society. Just the word servant ran a thrill of excitement up her spine, her body's response to the idea alone was so much more erotic than any person had been able to elicit. What in life could compare? But it was out of her reach.

"They said I have potential. That maybe it'll happen later." As she said it she felt it was impossible.

"But?" Tom asked.

"But I don't know what else I can do. My genetics will not change next time I apply. I don't see how anything I accomplish will change the result."

Tom lay back and joined her viewing of the ceiling. "Why did you apply to be a Marketing Data Entry Specialist?"

She rolled on to her side and looked at him, furrowing her brow. "What do you mean? For the credits."

"Sure but lots of things give you credits, definitely more than Data Entry."

"I didn't really think about it, it offered the most credits of the jobs I qualified for without higher education. I also do the PoolR thing for credits."

"THAT'S why you do PoolR!" He laughed. "I've always preferred Strangely."

She groaned. "At least you didn't say TinderPool. Nik's always telling me to do TinderPool."

Tom laughed again. "Well that's a surprise since I've fucked Nik on Strangley multiple times."

Lucia sat up quickly, "What!?" Tom smiled and nodded. "That little sellout! Tinder has got to be sponsoring him! I don't know why I didn't think of it before. He's basically a walking talking ad for them."

Tom's smile turned lazy and indulgent. "I love when you're mad, little hellcat."

Lucia sank down onto him, molding her body to his. "Why's that?"

His hands were on her. Rolling her over he straddled her chest, pinning her arms to her sides with his legs. The heaviness in his eyes showed he didn't care about her questions anymore.

He pulled his cock out of his pants and it hit her chin. He grabbed her hair and lifted her head, but she kept her lips shut. He smacked his cock against her lips a few times.

"Hurt me" she whispered.

A cheshire grin spread across his face and he took his hand from her hair, stroking her cheek with the back of his fingers, raising his hand back and watching her flinch as he threatened to hit her multiple times.

He was making fun of her for asking and she glared at him. "You fucking--" That's when he backhanded her, her face snapping to the side. Infuriated she started trying to wriggle out from under him but his hand went from his cock to her neck and he spat on her face.

"Open your mouth." She didn't and he slapped her other cheek. "Open your fucking mouth." He was still wearing that stupid grin.

She opened her mouth and he pushed his cock into her mouth, down past the back of her throat and she gagged. "Relax" he said through gritted teeth. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath around his cock, and let him slide down balls deep and he moaned. "Look at me. Good girl."

He grabbed his cock from behind his balls and squeezed, swelling the head inside her throat. "Relax." She needed to breathe and started tapping the back of his thighs. He pulled her head even more, wiggling it back and forth, forcing her nose into his soft underbelly.

She started gagging, her eyes rolling back. "Fucking look at me" he said. They held eye contact while she gagged, tears welling in her eyes and spilling over. He brushed a thumb under her eye, wiping away a tear and he moaned, "good girl."

He pulled his cock from her throat and it slid out covered in a thick coating of her slobber. Strings of it running from her mouth to his cock and balls, more dripping down her chin. He tilted her head back by gripping her hair and pulling down. He then wiped his cock over her face, covering her in her own drool, spitting on her again and mixing it in with his cock. He dragged his balls into her mouth and she began sucking them while he slowly stroked himself.

He rocked himself back and his balls escaped her mouth with a gentle pop. He pushed his cock back into her mouth and it slid easily down her throat. He held her head still and he began thrusting, slowly at first. One of his hands slipped around to the front of her neck, feeling it bulge from his cock over and over. Her hands reached up to his wrist and pushed his palm against her neck.

He shuddered and granted her tacit request, squeezing her throat around his cock. His pace quickened and she felt his balls get tighter as they slapped her chin. Her vision began blurring, the edges turning dark, the darkness closing in. Her fingers lost their grip and dropped from his hand. "Fuck, just a little longer." Darkness overcame her.