Samson drove down Main Street at a glacial pace. Traffic was backed up for blocks. At this rate, they were not going to be getting to their jobs on time. Fortunately, both Samson and Marcie worked at the same sales company, MayZing. It had actually been the place where they met. They were both cautious at first, knowing that office romances rarely panned out well, but to everyone's surprise, their romance went perfectly. They bonded over anime, games, and craft beers. Within a year, they were living together.
Samson looked over to Marcie, who was reclined all the way back in the passenger seat, her coat pulled up high over her face and her black sunglasses on. Their hopes that people would have come to their senses by the morning were unfounded. People had not come to their senses; quite the opposite. The internet was ablaze with some extremely fucked up stories. How this was helping "depression" was beyond their comprehension. So Marcie was staying hidden. Samson turned on the radio.
"This is an information broadcast from the Ministry of Social Health," a calm male baritone read from a script, "Public Assets must remain accessible at all times. Men are reminded to complete their transactions as efficiently as possible to avoid any unintended delays. Sexual intercourse is not permitted if it would place any citizen, participant or otherwise, in danger. Please comply with all lawful orders given by law enforcement." Samson switched to another station. The same message repeated on every channel. He turned the radio off.
"So fucked up." He said.
"So very fucked up." Marcie agreed.
When they stopped at a red light, they witnessed the new reality. A young woman in a yellow and white sundress and a wide-brimmed hat was sitting at a bus stop; she seemed oblivious to what was going on. A man in a business suit approached her and said a few words… they were too far away for either Samson or Marcie to hear. A few moments of hesitation from the woman, and then she dropped to her knees, her sundress flaring out around her as she took the businessman's cock into her mouth. Other commuters stepped around the pair as if they were a normal obstruction, a bin, a pothole, or a slippery when wet sign at best. The light turned green, and Samson kept driving.
"It's like the fucking sexual apocalypse out there," Marcie said as she dipped down further into her seat. "But I don't see any hellfire or sexy fallen angels."
"What about me?" Samson raised an eyebrow.
"You're sexy. Just not evil demon sexy. More like sexy nerdy-guy sexy." Marcie tried to bring some levity to the situation.
"I'll try to be eviler."
"No need, I like sexy nerdy-guy sexy."
A siren wailed from the side of the road. A police cruiser shot past and stopped just ahead of them. Two officers stepped out and placed a woman in handcuffs. An older man was pointing at her accusatorily. The woman was forced into the back of the cruiser.
"Looks like they weren't joking about imprisonment," Samson said with an undertone of horror.
They arrived at the front entrance of the MayZing building. A crowd of men were gathered at the main glass doors. A mix of employees that they recognised and random passers-by they didn't. They were clearly awaiting new "Public Assets" to arrive. Samson swerved last minute to avoid entering the main car park.
"Park at the back, my card lets me into the service lift. Should be quieter there." Marcie suggested, acutely aware of what would happen to her if she went through the main doors.
"Maybe we should have stayed home."
"Bills aren't going to pay themselves."
"I guess not." Samson pulled around the back and into the little-used loading bay. They only needed this area when MayZing took on a client with shippable products, and right now, MayZing was handling ships instead, luxury cruises to be exact. No need to stock physical items.
They gingerly stepped out of their sedan and rushed over to the service lift. Marcie pulled out her purse and waved it several times over the card reader before the reader finally beeped in recognition. They stepped in, and Marcie pressed the button to take them to the second floor. The hum of the elevator did nothing to quell their collective anxiety. Samson grabbed Marcie's hand tightly as they ascended.
"We'll get through this." Samson wasn't sure if he was reassuring Marcie or himself. Perhaps both.
"We will." Marcie lifted herself onto her tiptoes and kissed Samson's cheek. Even with her black heels on, she wasn't as tall as him.
The service lift opened directly into a lesser-used corridor. Samson stepped out first, checking for others. Clear. He led Marcie down the corridor and towards the manager's waiting room. Marcie was the secretary for their manager and boss, Gordon Fumes. Mr Fumes was a decent guy and a happily married man. He would hopefully see all of this as ridiculous. With any luck, he would not take advantage of Marcie.
When they entered Gordon's office, he was looking rattled. He was pacing in front of his desk, tie slightly loosened, hair uncharacteristically out of place. When he saw the pair enter, he stopped and turned to them. He looked down at Marcie's blouse and the substantial breasts within. It was almost instinctual, but he quickly catches himself and corrects his misdeed. Though his lingering is noticeable.
"Ah, Mr Wells and Miss Sinclair," he stopped and straightened up his tie, "I'm glad you are both here. "It is absolute bedlam out there. The cruise line account is blowing up, and the sales team is very distracted by partaking in the Free Use Mandate."
"That bad?" Samson asked.
"Quite. Half the female staff didn't show up today, and the ones that did are currently occupied in the lobby or breakrooms. The sales floor itself is wild. I'd start firing people to keep them on track, but the government would string me up by my thumbs if I did."
"I imagine everywhere is experiencing similar issues," Marcie sighed.
"Quite right you are, Miss Sinclair," Gordon wiped the sweat from his brow, "Look Wells, I know the law has changed, but I am still a professional. Marcie is the best secretary I've ever had, and I need her typing, not… well, doing other things. You have my word that I will keep respectful."
"Glad to hear it," Samson felt a crushing weight lift from him.
"Samson, I need you out there on the floor. Someone needs to actually perform their job today. Marcie, please set up at your desk. I will keep the doors locked once Samson leaves."
Samson looked over to Marcie with concern. She looked back with a warm smile and nod. They kiss, more desperate than usual. Longer than they should have in a professional environment, especially in front of their boss. Samson stepped out of the manager's office, a sharp thunk ringing behind him as Gordon locked the door. He couldn't help but feel like leaving Marcie with Gordon was a bad idea, even with his promise. But he didn't really have a choice.
Gordon calling the sales floor 'wild' was an understatement. It was the sound that hit him first. First, the familiar: the frantic ringing of landline phones, the murmur of sales pitches, and the clicking of keyboards. Then the unfamiliar: skin-on-skin slapping, squeaking of office furniture, guttural groans of men in pleasure. Then he was hit with the aroma of cheap coffee and sex.
Right as Samson entered the sales floor, near the entrance was Barry. Top sales closer Barry. He was leaning back in his ergonomic chair, headset on, chatting away. Mid-pitch to a customer about a "Diamond Tier Caribbean Package." His body was not as cool and collected as his words. He was gripping the armrests of his chair, steadying himself as a junior admin girl, one of the new hires, was under his desk, slurping away at his cock. Barry stopped mid-sentence to let out a soft, shaky breath before his voice smoothed back out. He closed the deal as he patted the girl working diligently to please him on the head as if she were a golden retriever performing a trick. Barry gave a casual wave to Samson as he walked past.
If only that were the end of it. Samson passed the central meeting room on the way to his desk. The floor-to-ceiling glass walls, designed for transparency, were now being used for exhibition. It was a fucking zoo. Three guys from Logistics had the older but quite fit HR rep bent over the conference table. Her skirt was hiked up to her waist, and her black panties pulled down to her ankles. One man was deep inside of her pussy, slapping her ass as he thrust inside of her, shaking the table with each mighty blow. The other two men stood on either side of her, stroking her hand up and down their cocks as they sipped their morning coffee.
The cubicles on the way to Samson's desk became a minefield. He stepped over discarded clothing, high heels, blazers, panties, all scattered on the ground like confetti. Samson had to physically step over a woman from the cleaning crew who was naked on her hands and knees, trying her best to clean up as one of the other guys was jerking off against her ass.
As Samson got close to his own cubicle, he was stopped by a line of sales consultants. They were waiting for the kitchenette, or rather, they were waiting for the woman inside the kitchenette. The hot young intern was sitting on the counter next to the coffee machine, legs spread wide, accepting man after man. Each consultant would walk forward fuck the intern, take a doughnut, then head back to their desk.
"Morning, Sam!" Roman, one of Samson's fellow sales consultants, greeted him, "Wanna grab a coffee and a doughnut? The new policy is brilliant! The new intern is apparently super tight."
"I'm ok Roman, got to get logged in."
"Your loss, don't wait too long, or else she is gonna be used up."
"Maybe later." Samson lied. He was almost there… But there was one last spectacle to pass. Near the photocopier, someone had taped a hastily handwritten sign that read "DEPOSIT ASSETS HERE." Two female sales consultants sat underneath the sign, knees pulled to their chests. They looked exhausted. They weren't actively being used, but they were clearly being kept there as 'inventory' for anyone needing a quick fuck.
"Shouldn't you two be getting back to your cubicles?" Samson asked awkwardly.
"Our supervisor said to wait here instead." One of the girls replied.
"This is so messed up…" The other one sighed, "I just had my hair done, and that bastard came in it."
"Right." Samson didn't push the issue; he finally made it to his cubicle, his safe, warm cubicle. No fucking happening in here. It was a madhouse around him. What struck Samson the most was not that everyone was fucking—that was expected—it was how everyone was still mostly working. Sales calls were still being taken, printers were still printing, and deals were still being made. The women seemed to be demoted from colleagues to fuckable furniture. It didn't surprise him that the men were behaving like kids in a candy store. Everything was suddenly free. Zero restraint, zero shame.
"Is there anything I can help you with Sam?" It was Tina from Payroll. She had a sweet voice to match her sweet looks. Orange braided hair, a smattering of freckles, thin, like a cover model, it was a surprise she wasn't being used right at this second. "Coffee? Doughnut? Blowjob?" One of those was not like the others.
"Blowjob?" Samson asked, surprised.
"Ok!" Tina dropped down to her knees and shuffled towards Samson's crotch.
"No, no, no. I'm good, thank you. I was just questioning why you were offering blowjobs."
"Oh!" Tina stood up, looking a bit perplexed that Samson had rejected her generous offer, "I just thought I would get into the spirit of the new legislation, you know? Can't beat them? Might as well join them!"
"So you like the Free Use Mandate?"
"Honestly, I don't know yet, but right now it is kinda fun being used like an object." The words that were coming out of Tina's mouth fried the innocent image of Tina that Samson had formed in his mind.
"I guess that is one way of looking at it." Samson turned on his computer and wiped down his keyboard with a disinfectant wipe.
"Well then, call me if you need anything, I'm very happy to serve and service." She smiled so innocently and sweetly that Samson almost forgot what she was implying.
"Yo Tina, over here, dick needs a warm mouth!" A man called out from a few cubicles down.
"Coming!" Tina skipped off.
This was going to be a hell of a shift.