I woke up in a completely white room. This definitely wasn't the kind of place I usually woke up in.
I was sitting in an uncomfortable chair. In front of me, a table. On the table, a contract and a pen. And sitting on the other side... the hottest blonde I had ever seen.
She was wearing one of those porn secretary outfits.
The top buttons of her shirt were undone, showing off a generous amount of cleavage. The edge of her bra peeked out, like an invitation.
"My name is Roxanne. Yours is Sekou, right?" said the goddess of lust.
She spoke with such a sensual voice that I got hard just hearing her say my name.
"Yeah, that's my name." It was hard to focus with that cleavage hypnotizing me.
"You gonna explain why I'm here?"
I asked for an explanation, but what I really wanted was to mentally map out every freckle on her chest.
She noticed my gaze, of course. They always do. But this one liked to play with fire — instead of covering herself up, she adjusted her shirt to give me an even better view. And flashed me a teasing smile.
Did this goddess want to fuck me? No. She just wanted to mess with me.
"I'm a recruiter for a corporation called QuantLux." She began her pitch. "From what I read in your file, you've been imprisoned in the BrainNet for seven years. So you probably haven't heard about the recent change in digital rights law."
Fucking bastards. Changed the law again. Probably another way to screw over people like me.
"This new law allows corporations like the one I represent to purchase the digital rights of inmates like you."
"So now I'm a slave to this QuantLux ?" I asked. But honestly, I didn't even care anymore.
Seven years locked in BrainNet had already broken whatever was left of my humanity. What's the difference between belonging to the government or to a private company? In the end, it's all the same shit.
"Technically, what QuantLux purchased was the exclusive right to sign a contract for the use of your digital persona."
"This contract right here?" I asked, flipping through the stack in front of me.
A huge contract — the kind that sells your soul between the fine print.
"Yes. Once signed, you authorize QuantLux to manage your digital rights."
"Which means you decide which simulation I stay trapped in."
"Something like that," she replied, smiling faintly.
"Do I have the right to refuse?"
"Of course. But I should warn you: if you refuse, there will be consequences."
She saw the disbelief on my face and decided to elaborate.
"You'll have to pay a penalty to the auction house. Since you're in BrainNet, that penalty will be converted into additional sentence time."
Of course. They always find new ways to fuck us.
But then she let slip something interesting: an auction? Was I a hot item? Or just some clearance sale?
"Also, my boss will lose the deposit he placed at the auction house. And he's... vindictive. Well-connected too. You don't want to make him lose money."
Basically: if I signed, I was screwed. If I didn't sign, I was even more screwed.
"Can I add a clause to the contract?"
I'd already decided to sign, but I wanted to keep the conversation going with that woman for as long as possible.
"You can try. I promise I'll at least listen."
Man, this woman was so damn hot.
"I'll sign the contract… if you fuck me. Right here. On this table."
She didn't say anything. Just gave me a wicked smile. Shifted in her seat.
Before I knew it, her foot was between my legs — the sharp point of her heel pressing against my junk.
Never felt pain that pleasurable before.
She lit a cigarette, without moving her foot.
"You have until I finish this cigarette to sign the contract. After that, my patience runs out."
She looked at me with that gaze. My brain was screaming, but my body had already surrendered.
Years locked away. Just her foot pressing down there was better than most sex.
Yes, I knew it was all just another simulation in BrainNet. But who cares?
I savored every second. And she seemed to enjoy my desperation.
I wanted to hold out until the very end. But my strength gave out long before the cigarette did.
Don't judge me. I hadn't seen a woman in years. What did you expect?
When I came in my pants, she pulled her foot away and gave me a mocking look.
"Already? That was fast."
Bitch. Give me a few days to recover, then we'll see.
With nothing left to lose, I signed the contract.I'd probably regret not reading the damn thing.
Roxanne took the contract, stood up, and walked away — swaying her hips like she knew she owned the world.
As soon as she left, everything went dark.
When I opened my eyes again, I was in a bed with silk sheets, in a suite bigger than my old apartment.
All this time, BrainNet could've put me in a place like this.But they preferred the cursed warzones.
I got up and walked to the window. I was on a high floor. From the view, the city looked like a cyberpunk version of ancient Rome.
Marble arches shimmered under floating holograms. Drones flew over temples that looked more like investment banks.
The suite's decor was modern, but the vibe was imperial.
Where the hell was I?
It was all too good. Which meant shit was coming. It always was.
"Mr. Sekou, you're already awake," said a sweet voice behind me.
I turned around and saw a petite brunette, small breasts, wearing a Roman-style toga.
My dick was still hard from the encounter with Roxanne.She saw the bulge, blushed, and bit her lip.
"Mr. Sekou, do you require my assistance?"
Yeah. Her body language said exactly what you're thinking.
She was an AI. After all my time in BrainNet, I could spot one instantly.
"Who are you? Some kind of personal assistant?"
"Yes. My name is Alexia. I've been assigned as your personal assistant."
This was too good to be true.
But for now... I wasn't going to ruin the mood by thinking too hard about it.
"You can help me, Alexia. I'm in desperate need of a massage..."
Now, if you'll excuse me. I've got a few years of frustration to work out.