They rode the same bus, but rarely sat near one another. Jake sat at the back every day. Robin would sometimes come to sit beside him, but on most days she ducked in at the last minute, sometimes with the bus already moving, to take the first seat available. On those days, Jake would watch the door with his breath held tight in his lungs, not releasing until he saw her. She would sit and preen her hair or finish putting on makeup to hide the rosy cheeks from her rush.
Jake never understood the pattern of her appearance or that of any woman. Some times she was no better dressed than him, wearing an old t-shirt, a pair of ragged jeans, and a ski cap that did a poor job of containing her mass of curly, black hair. Other times, she would wear a skirt and blouse. Jake knew those words and that they generally applied to the items Robin wore, but would have hesitated to call them that in conversation. He did understand they made her look much more sophisticated and adult, as though she were no longer a random coder like himself.
From time to time, Robin would be at the bus stop early. Jake did not understand these days either. Robin would tell him that she couldn't sleep or that she'd woken up too early. She'd relay these banal comments while shoving a coffee into his hand and not giving him time to remove his earbuds. Taking a place beside him, she would also focus on her phone while sipping her own coffee and listening to the podcast playing in her ears. Jake liked this. He liked the feel of her shoulder bumping against his as they rode through their colonial neighborhood and into the business district with its sleek and clean designs. They were friends. Work friends. Their interactions began with the commencement of the workday, which sometimes bled into the morning commute, and ended when they went home, though in the seven months they'd known one another Jake had not been on the bus home with her once.
While at work, they interacted as much as was appropriate for any two coworkers, which was very little. Robin's cubical was on the other side of the pool from Jake's. For a two week period some months ago, they'd been assigned to the same project. During this time, Jake became certain that he was madly in love with Robin.
On the morning of the seventh anniversary of the passing of the Sexual Service Act, Robin ran late. She barely made it into bus at all and took her spot near the front. For the first time, Jake was grateful that she had not come to sit beside him. His mind was elsewhere, and Robin had a way of needling out information from him. It did not help that he hated lying to her.
His goal for the day was to get through it without letting anyone know that he'd finally given in. His live in freeuse girl was arriving that evening. Intellectually, he knew he had been a fool. Over the past seven years, society had adjusted dramatically. Once the legislation passed, it quickly became clear that more women than not had wanted to take part in the program. Puritanical prudishness disappeared overnight. After two years, the program expanded to include multiple other components.
The live-in girls, officially called Residential Based Sexual Service Employees, were enough to catch Jake's eye. He'd never cared for the girls at the office, the ones like Susan. She'd been with their company since the beginning of the SSA. Jake figured she'd been fucked on every desk and table in their office even though she had a room designated for that specific purpose. When she wasn't bent over somewhere, she was probably underneath someone's desk blowing or licking to pass the time. Jake was still human and not free from temptation, but his tendency towards privacy won out in the end.
That's not to say he hadn't spent time with a freeuse girl. Recollection of those times, in combination with his otherwise frustrations, ultimately led him to contact the new program. Before meeting Robin, he'd visited a cousin in the country. It had been the cousin's eighteenth birthday and several SSA volunteers had been brought in for the party. Jake had been shocked to walk into a bedroom and find a woman naked on the bed, her ass wiggling in the air as she asked which hole he'd like. Jake stepped up to the woman and took off his pants. His cock slid into her pussy with no resistance. The woman moaned gratefully while he fucked her. When he finished, she smiled at him and went back to reading something on her phone. He felt a surreal empowerment as he left the room, his cum still leaking down the woman's thighs.
On a separate occasion, he'd seen a woman with enormous breasts in a pharmacy. She was buying a bag of gummies and toothpaste. Jake recognized the symbol on her shirt and propositioned her. She took him by the hand and led him over to an area in the store designed for that purpose. Many places, tired of having people fuck in the middle of their shops, started creating areas for SSA workers. The woman sat Jake down and soon had her tits pushed around his cock. She bounced up and down, letting the head of his cock push into her mouth on each down stroke as her hot titflesh surrounded his shaft until he came and splattered all over her breasts.
He recalled a few other encounters as the bus trundled towards the city center, but mostly Jake thought of who would be waiting for him when he arrived home that evening. He also wondered what Robin would think of him. They'd discussed the freeuse girls before, and Robin had not mentioned any objections. The question that burned in Jake's mind was why she hadn't enrolled. He'd even looked at statistics to make sure he wasn't insane. Over eighty percent of women in Robin's age range were enrolled in the program. Even more shocking was that number increased as the age of participant went down to the minimum of eighteen where ninety-seven percent of the female population was enrolled. Jake had learned of a few extremist groups who thought the program was demeaning or unfair, but those were anemic even at their strongest moments.
The women who declined the program fell into two categories. The first had become termed Dominants, women had already achieved wealth and power and desired to act in dominant roles. The research noted that many Dominants were former program participants. The other group consisted of women who were already in committed relationships. This group shrank over time as program enrollment also spiked after marriage. Jake's greatest fear was that Robin had an unspoken of husband or boyfriend.
He'd tried to figure it out many times since they worked together on the two week project. The closet he came was a conversation the night before he decided to go ahead with the live-in. The conversation occurred during lunch when Jake and Robin happened to be the only two in the break room. The television blared on about the success of the new Residential and Reproduction programs, and it was Robin who brought it up. "How come you never use the girls in the office?" she asked between bites of a homemade chicken salad sandwich.
Jake answered, "Not a big voyeur. What about you? Never seen you spending any time with Nelson or the girls either." He hoped that his quickened heart did not cause his voice to waver.
Robin shrugged and blushed slightly. "You've seen that guy's cock. It could split a girl in half. Nah, I'm not into the biomodded guys. Or girls, like you said."
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Shit, is anyone not biomodded these days?" Jake did not do well in casual conversation on even the best of occasions and the most benign of topics. Speaking with a woman he thought he loved about the ubiquity of biologically enhanced anatomy did not come easily.
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I'm not. Are you?" Robin, on the other hand, spoke with ease of someone entirely disinterested in the topic. They could have just as well been speaking about the weather.
