Gangs of London

The sound of drawers slamming in the bedroom was drowned out by Kara’s third glass of Malbec. She scrolled mindlessly through Instagram, where every other post seemed to be either government propaganda (#DoYourPart) or some smug couple posing with their state-approved conception certificate.

Mohammed emerged from the bedroom, his arms full of the last of his belongings, his beloved gaming console, the good skillet, the framed photo of them at Brighton Pier where he’d first told her he loved her. Back when love meant something more than scheduled clinic visits and microwave dinners.

The door slammed.

Kara turned, and lay face first on the bed.

Two years. Two years of dates, of whispered promises, of him learning how to make her favourite pad Thai just so he could watch her lick the sauce off his fingers afterward. And now? Now that the government’s clinic nurses handled his "needs," she might as well have been a roommate. A boring one.

In the past they would cuddle on the sofa watching a rom-com and now all he wanted to do was play call of duty with his friends.

She had tried to join in but it wasn't for her, very quickly Kara realised that a lot of the things that she had taken for granted in their relationship were so that he could get her into bed, when that was gone there was no real reason for the relationship to continue

The door slammed shut and a wave of anger filled her being, "Is this all that men want" she mused downing her wine and refilling the glass with the last of the bottle, she recounted the arguments "Did he only do and say those things to get me into bed and now that he was being 'serviced' that I am no longer needed"

Kara got to her feet and stumbled to her long bedroom mirror, she was only 25 and about five foot five, her gym toned body was gave her the start of her six pack but she had managed to keep her boobs which were still a B cup. With her long black hair and tanned skin people had previously assumed that both her and Mohammed were of the same race but both her parents had been blonde and had joked that their had been a mix-up when she was born at the hospital.

Kara stripped and ran a bath, she went to get a fresh bottle of wine from the kitchen and tripped over a box that she had meant to throw out, her name was on the front and there was a official government logo embossed over it, she knew exactly what it was but hadn't bothered to open it.

Curiosity got the better of her and the cheep packaging fell away in her hands, and she was left with its contents a pale blue badly made rubber dildo. She rolled it around her hands it was clearly made of the least expensive material that the government could afford, it still had the rough silicone mould lines on the side and was as sexually appealing as a tea pot. The government had sent them out to all of the adult women in the country so that they could manage their own sexual urges as they could not have sex any more.

Naked she sat on her sofa holding the sex toy, she squeezed the top and ran her finger down the fake shaft, picking at the loose bits of silicone, for a second she thought about Mohammed and his own cock and how this thing looked very little like what it should, again the thought of him filled her with anger and in a moment of spite she said out load "Fuck him, I'm going to do what he cant, I'm having a wank"

Her legs opened and her hand slid down to her pussy, she winced for a second, her bush was far fuller than it had ever been and she ran her fingers through it until she felt the tip of her clit, swollen with neglect.

Kara couldn't remember the last time she had done anything like this, other than putting on a show for Mohammed when she was allowed before the ban on sex, it had probably been a couple of years since she had done it just for herself, but like ridding a bike she quickly found her rhythm.

Her body responded with her clit hardening and her fingers felt wet, she looked at the unappealing sex toy and thought "Fuck it"

She took the toy in her hand and gilded it towards her now wet cunt letting the tip enter her, it was an unpleasant feeling and she desperately wanted the real thing, her right had continued to play with her clit as she slid the toy into her, she could feel the rough edges of the mould lines scrape inside of her and the slight paint felt good as if she was doing something that she shouldn't.

She pushed the toy deeper and deeper and let out a little moan when

"BEEP-BEEP-BEEP! WARNING: ERECTION DETECTED."

Kara froze. The alert wasn’t coming from her apartment.

Through the window, the silhouette in the adjacent building ducked out of view. The sound came again—sharper this time. Some poor bastard across the way had gotten an eyeful of her solo show and triggered his mandatory chastity alarm.

Fuck.

Realisation hit her, she had forgot to close her curtains, the lights in her room were on and anyone looking in would have seen her.

Kara swallowed hard and then heard the noise of running water

Kara dropped the toy and felt with a wet splat on the ground,

The bath overflowed as Kara scrambled to mop it up, her heart pounding. Would he report her? Would the Fertility Police kick down her door for indecent exposure?

An hour later Kara had sobered up, no one came to the door, she was still naked but had used every towel in her flat to stop the water from seeping through to the downstairs apartment.

She closed her curtains and refilled her glass with wine, tonight was a wipe-out, she had lost the man that she loved, had failed to climax and had put on a sex show for a stranger.

Kara took her phone and began to google "what happens if women accidently expose themselves to men"

A wall of text appeared and as the fuzziness of the wine filled her senses she decided that she wouldn't read it and began to put the same thing through social media, videos started appearing and she clicked on one "Bait-Girls"

A woman appeared on screen wearing a mask that looked like an old sex dolls face, she spoke directly to Kara's rage:

"They took our pleasure and gave us this." A close-up of the same shitty government-issue dildo. "They think we’ll just take it? Well, sisters, it’s time to give the men a taste of their own medicine."

The montage that followed was glorious chaos:

A brunette in a sheer sundress "accidentally" dropping her shopping at a bus stop bending over and exposing her naked breasts, sending three men into alarm-induced chastity lock.

A punk girl grinding against a park bench until a passing jogger literally came in his pants, his monitor blaring: "ILLEGAL EJACULATION! POLICE DISPATCHED!"

An attractive older woman finger herself very slowly outside a clinic, causing a stampede of **** donors.

The manifesto ended with a rallying cry:

"Flood the system. Make them see us. And when the streets run white with wasted sperm… maybe then they’ll listen."

Kara’s fingers hovered over the "Share" button. Then, with a grin that would’ve terrified Mohammed, she thought about what she could do.