Meanwhile... (1/2)

SOPHIE

I walked up to my apartment.

This day wasn't as awful as usual. I actually got some work done.

And I knew why. I didn't see Jack all day. The asshole had a way of making everything and everyone chaotic around him. But today, I just got to work. The newest articles were almost finished.

That meant I had to give them for him to read. He was the freakin substitute editor now or something. Oh God. No. Until he demanded them from me, I would hang on to them. And hope Gretchen returned to her post soon. It was still two weeks until the new issue was going to be published anyway.

I opened my front door. Mr. Fun & Paws immediately greeted me with their meowing. Yeah yeah, I know, you were hungry.

"Calm down already. You get your food on time everyday. Geez."

I took off my shoes and hanged my coat. They were running in my feet now, purring and rubbing themselves on me. It always felt good, if a little annoying too.

Annoying, like Lana had been lately. The woman was going off the rails or something. Today she could barely sit down and focus on her writing. She was just pacing all over the place with her hair all ruffled up for some reason. Was she losing it? Did the Remington thing hit her really hard? I mean yeah, we would all probably lose our jobs in a couple of months but I wasn't going apeshit about it. She even had to leave work early today. And she smelled weird.

I still can't believe I sniffed her panties that time.

Just the thought of that... The smell, so rancid, yet so fresh at the same time...

No! Stop thinking about that already. You're not a lesbian. You're not a weirdo. At least not in that way. Why the fuck had I told Jack what they smelled like? That was easily the most humiliating experience of my life. No, I wanted to forget that experice ever happened. In that sense, I was almost happy the magazine was ending.

Something weird had happened in my brain after that whole thing. Like now, as I was unpackaging this cat food for my babies... Its smell was so strong. It smelled like... Stop that! I pinched my nose and placed the two food bowls on the floor. Mr. Fun & Paws wasted no time stuffing it down their gullets.

Well... No one was around... I could, you know, just say it... To them...

"Hey... You guys... You know, your food smells like... gravel and sweaty armpits."

They didn't even look at me. Oh man. I felt really dirty doing that. Describing the smell like that. My face was flushing hard and my pussy was a little bit wetter. I touched it a little. Who cares, nobody was seeing this anyway. Nobody knows what a freak I am.

Damn that Lana and her panties... Something broke in my brain. And I really didn't want to think about Jack and Lana doing it. Over and over again. With her panties getting wetter and wetter every time. That must've been the most disgusting pairing in the history of humankind. And I had to watch them flirt and flirt every day, thoughts drifting to what Lana's panties must smell like now...

Was I masturbating to this now? Yes I was. Like I was almost every day.

The saddest part? I couldn't get off to it. It just got me incredibly hot.

I really hoped Remington destroys the whole magazine really soon.

---

HENRIKA

This felt good. This felt nice.

Just cuddling up with Ulla after her long workday. Watching the newest episode of The Handmaid's Tale. Feeling her warmth as I leaned into her and she placed her arm around my shoulder.

It was starting to feel like we were an old couple already. I mean we dated for a year, and got married five years ago. So that's whole six years of my life with Ulla already. I regretted none of them.

"Do you know why they put this stuff on? To mock us. They know that they run the whole system, and they can do whatever they want. So here's a fictional show for you. You know, where we show how powerful we are and how **** you are to try to fight back. This is their whole vision of the future.", Ulla began ranting again.

That being said, she had gotten a little more... ideological lately. Don't get me wrong, I hate the whole patriarchy thing too, but not nearly on the same level as Ulla. But for the last days... She had gotten a lot gloomier about the whole thing.

"Don't worry baby. Things are changing for the better every day."

She let go off me and got up.

"No they're not! They're fully in control! Can't you see? It's fucking hopeless! Everything we do, it's hopeless! Men make all the rules! Every single one of them! If we women get to do something it's only because they're letting us! The whole fucking system is completely and utterly rigged!"

Wow. I'd never heard this kind of desperation in her voice. This was so different from the usual Ulla. She was the most motivated fighter for women's rights I had ever met. I had fallen in love with the way she held and fought for those ideals, never giving up. It was what made her her.

Now she looked.... broken? Wait, was that a tear streaming down her face? Oh my God!

I quickly got up and hugged Ulla. I pressed her tight against my body, our boobs smashing softly together.

"What's the matter babe? Please tell me what's wrong! Is this about the magazine buyout? Believe me, it will all end up okay!"

"No it's not. It's just... it's all fucking pointless."

I looked deep into her eyes. "No, nothing's pointless! Everything we do matters!"

Oh God. Even her tear-filled eyes were so... sexy. I never saw her this ****. She was always the dominant one.

I don't know if she was planning on telling me something, but I think both of us just got lost in our eyes. She kissed me, and I kissed her. And it wasn't a normal kiss. It was our most passionate kiss in years.

As we slowly removed our lips from each other, she was smiling again. I hope she had forgotten her worries by now. I giggled a little bit, and it got her laughing too.

"Henrika", she said, "Go get the strap-on. I'm going to need you to relieve some of my stress."

---

LANA

So...

This one was the award I got from MacLansky writing school. Our whole class was trying to win this one. But no. It was me. I wrote a beautiful short-story about a lost pidgeon that put everyone in tears. I could still remember the jealous looks of Miranda and Miller as the teacher handed this to me. They had worked so hard on theirs. Me? Well, I guess you could say I was just naturally talented. I whipped up my story in an afternoon. I was feeling inspired that day.

I could've been a novel writer. But somehow journalism seemed like steadier work.

And my sister made it look so fucking easy.

The other award paper that was on my kitchen table was the one that I got in elementary school. My very first one. Something that normal people don't keep around anymore.

But it was the most important thing to me ever. It was after Mr. Hutchins gave me this, that I knew I wanted to keep on writing. Like I had found the thing I was best at. The one thing where nobody else could come close to me.

What had I even written about back then? I couldn't remember now. All I knew was that it ruled. And if I looked at it now, it would probably be shit, but something no normal second-grader would write. Yes, I believed I was exceptional. Always had. I had talent.

...

I really wanted to put both of these back on the wall.

No self-respecting woman was thinking about doing what I was thinking about doing.

Drip.

Another drip. My pussyjuice was leaking all over the floor now.

It leaked so much I had to leave work early today. My pants were getting wetter and wetter at the office. If I stayed any longer, people would have seen or smelled my wet patch eventually.

At home, I could be completely naked and not ruin any of my clothing. Again.

Jack. Oh God, Jack.

I hated him. I hated him. I hated him.

Did I love him? No, I hated him. I definitely hated him.

No no no. Don't think about Jack! That just made me pussy unbeareably wetter!

Drip. Drip. Drip.

What if I just completely cut him out of my life? Like I was planning to on monday, before he got me on my knees again? I mean what if I never just spoke to him again, so he wouldn't be able to manipulate me?

And lived with this dripping pussy for the rest of my life?

...

I couldn't believe what had happened today. With... Gretchen, of all people. They had **** me to join their disgusting little game. And I joined. I didn't walk out with my dignity intact. No matter what I did for the rest of my life, I could never live that down. That experience was a part of me now.

I was reduced to nothing but Jack's plaything now.

Jack. The fucking wussy who sat next to me for years. Who I could push around and make fun of. The guy who I was destroying daily with my writing achievements. It felt so good to show to him every day that a female writer was kicking his 'experienced' male ass.

But now I was nothing but his plaything. How the fuck could that have happened? And in just a week?

I wanted to shout in his face. But... it felt impossible.

He was so... fucking dominant.

Like he was a steel tower and I was a small insect trying to fight it.

I subconsciously started rubbing my pussy on the edge of the table. I had to rub it somewhere. I was so full of lust I could've fucked anything at this point. This was so sad.

I looked at the two awards. Which one was more precious to me?

...

Maybe if I just did this, came, and then never needed to see him or do anything for him again?

If I just came this one time?

Would I be able to disobey him when he came knocking on the door?

...

I was doing this for me, alright?

I wanted to break free of his hold.

I wasn't destroying my dignity.

...

I wasn't.

...

I grabbed the award I got from elementary school. Fuck him.

I was taking hurried steps towards the bathroom now. Fuck him.

I crumpled up the award in my hand. My precious award. The one that made me who I am.

Fuck him.

I opened the toilet seat cover and dropped the crumpled up paper there. No going back now.

Fuck him fuck him fuck him

I let the stream of piss I had been holding in for an hour let go.

It was the best orgasm of my life.

Fuck.... him....

(LANA: +5SP) (+84SP)