I know you're dying to hear what happened between her and me, but before you know what and how, you must know when where and who. I won't bore you with the history of the world to this point, but you must understand that I am living in the second information age.
The first information age came after the invention of the computer, when suddenly record keeping and administration became so common that some dull individuals even chose to document their weekly happenings on blogs.
After the information age came the space age. There isn't anything interesting to say about this age. There were people landing on planets, Terri forming them, world leaders deciding to elect someone to lead them to save countless wars and bombs, and lots more details you don't care about.
Another detail you probably don't want to hear, but I feel is important anyway, is people became much more open about sexuality. There were still people who believed certain things are sins, and people who tried to teach others to believe them. However such people were quickly out cast and often got into trouble with the police for harassment of strangers, neighbors or most commonly, their own family.
With homosexuality, masturbation and orgies considered a shameless form of enjoyment and gay marriages the norm, demands for privacy decreased. Having a camera in every room including those you go to the toilet have sex or masturbate was a small price to pay for a crime free community. There were of course communities that chose not to be monitored, but such communities were infamous for housing pedophiles, rapists, murderers and various other criminals. Eventually no one wanted to live in an unmonitored house, and rich people even paid extra for extra cameras to cover all the blind spots. Everyone was assured that such cameras were for crime fighting purposes only, and that all information not relating to a crime would not be released to the public. With the reputable Empress overseeing the entire operation, what could possibly go wrong?
That was why they called it, the second information age.
I am a professional body builder, and to keep up my clients' confidence, I need to keep in shape myself. My wife loves it, because my muscles excite her. My kids also love it, because even as teenagers I can still swing them around and throw them in the air.
So back then, that was pretty much my life, sleeping with my wife, taking care of my kids and bringing the family more money. More importantly, I had control. So long as I stayed within the law and took good care of my family, I could do whatever I wanted.
One day, I was shaving, and I looked at the emergency exit. I thought about caveman times. Back then, a cave would only have one exit. We had come along way since then. Every room has an emergency exit which opens suddenly whenever an alarm is raised. Coincidentally, that was exactly what happened. I instinctively ran towards the door, just as I had been taught in the annual emergency drills our community experiences.
I saw the police with massive guns. "I didn't see anything!" I yelled in a panic. "Get in there quick! Where are my kids?"
They suddenly pointed their guns at me and read me my rights. "You have the right to see or show anyone the evidence against you. You have the right to unmonitored consultations legal advisor, human or mechanical. You have the right to contact anyone you wish whilst in custody, however choosing not to have your conversations with them may be used against you in the court of law. Do you understand your rights?"
"Show me the evidence!" I yelled.
"Alright," said one of the police officers with a smile, pick a monitor.
I pointed behind me to the wall of my house. Suddenly it showed me placing explosives on a memorial dedicated to some cause I've never even heard of. I know I didn't do it, but seeing those images, my face, my clothes, my muscular physique, my overconfident style of walking, for a second, even I was convinced I did it.
"You have two choices," said the same police officer, "You can object to the charges, which might take a few days to get sorted out, or you can confess now and get the sentence over and done with as quickly as possible."
"What is my sentence?" I asked.
The police officer looked at the monitor on the back of his glove blankly for a bit and looked up and said... "Your crime was one of rebellion against the community. The Empress will hear your political views personally, and if your views are justified you will be released with a warning and a link to a webpage on the proper methods of expressing hatred for parts of our system. If your views are considered dangerous, you may be looking at a life sentence."
"I didn't do it!" I pleaded.
"Well, not confessing changes your sentence to arson. Are you sure you can refute the evidence against you?"
Long story short, I found myself in a room alone with the Empress. We were sitting opposite each other on a table. Her hair was black, and she wore very official and professional looking clothes.
"I only pleaded guilty because I know people almost never successfully refute charges against them." I explained, "What do I have to do that could convince you?"
"Well," she said playfully, "You look like a nice guy. Maybe if I could be certain of how nice you are..." she bit her bottom lip for a second, "I could certainly spare you life in prison."
It didn't take too many brain cells to work out she was flirting with me. I was a married man, but at the time, it seemed like the only way out.
She had a nice figure, but her clothes left a lot to the imagination.
I tried to grab her hands, but my hands slipped through the hologram. "You didn't think I'd really be allowed here alone with you did you?" she asked with a giggle.
"What do you want from me then?" I asked in frustration.
At that moment the door opened behind me. By the time I turned around, the door had already shut behind me and another woman stood there. She had ample breasts which were amazingly firm. She had a tummy so flat, it almost curved inwards. She was barefoot, wearing a tight but torn, dirtied and damaged T-shirt and a mini skirt that was most probably one a skirt that went down to the ankles before it was damaged. All the skin that was showing on her arms legs and head showed signs of dirt scars and bruising. She turned away and cowered in the corner.
"What the fuck have you done to her?" I yelled.
"The same thing I'm going to do to you if you don't fuck her in front of me!" the Empress snapped.
"That's not right!" I yelled, "She doesn't deserve this!"
"No!" yelled the badly bruised woman to the Empress. "Don't worry! I can seduce him! Give me a chance! Please!"
The badly bruised woman arched her back making her already ample breasts seem to grow massively in size. She started playing with them, then one hand slowly felt its way down the front of her skirt as her nipples perked up. Though the entire time, I could see the fear of death in her eyes.
