Off to Tribeca

The life of a wanderer is calling upon me and I'm more than happy to answer. I've always wanted to travel, but I never knew I'd be doing it under these circumstances. I thought my education would have doomed me to a monotonous life as a jaded post-doc engineer for at least the next ten years, but as it turns out...

Oh, good going, Dahlia. She just tossed our little donation into the soup kitchen, her shortstacked form handling the weight of those bags pretty well. Better than I could have. The volunteers working there very gladly took what she gave them without ever worrying about the food possibly being poisoned or something... Or that she's regularly flashing her cunt at them. After coming back, she drops down onto the seat next to mine and gives my balls a quick fondle through the hole in my pants, which makes me twitch and grit my teeth, as I'm still a little unused to such treatment. She seems mildly amused: "You better get used to that happening. Released are a little, um... Different?" No kidding. I woke up this morning to find her shoving my cock into her rectum. Could at least have asked. Not that I would have said no.

I ignore the intimate greeting and enter New York once more; the state and the city. My first concern is to meet with the guys over at Tribeca, if only to see what they're all like. I'm fully prepared for the possibility that they're like Dahlia, but not every one of them could be, could they? After all she's done with and to me, I gotta say I've grown pretty fond of the insanity. It's a welcome change from what my life was like before. She's giving me directions as I drive toward One World Trade Center, an unmistakable landmark ever since its completion. Apparently, the commune is somewhere northeast of it. I decide to park the car in a lot near to where I assume she wants me to go, trying to get used to the draft in my groin as I step out. My companion looks up and down over me while I stand there, which makes me feel a little awkward, getting me to ask: "So do I look good, or is this against the dress code?" She thinks while eyeing my limp but still sizeable dick very critically, and finally admits: "It should be fine. Come on!" -and jogs off to the general direction of where the commune probably is.

Is... Is this really it? This isn't exactly what I expected, but then again, what should I have been expecting? It seems to be a five-or-so stories high apartment complex that has been converted into some sort of a communal living space. There's patchwork planks, sheets of metal, and masonry all over the outer walls, making it look like a mutated fusion of several different buildings, or some post-apocalyptic squat hut. Wires are dangling over the roof and connected to nearby buildings through windows far above the streets, no doubt leeching electricity and maybe also an internet connection off of them. Obviously nobody's priority was making this place look good. Not that any of the Shackled care. I approach the commune's door, which has been spray-painted with:

NYC MULLION

I ask Dahlia: "The hell is a 'Mullion'?" She quickly clarifies: "Just what we call places where Released gather. They're all important to Phantom Window." Satisfied with the answer for now, I open the double door into the building.

Dahlia follows right behind me as I step into the lobby of this Frankenstein's monster of an apartment. Turns out its insides looks as cobbled together as its outsides: The walls are plastered with wood paneling while the floors are haphazardly carpeted. Then, my suspicions are confirmed as I witness what I'm guessing are other Released walking back and forth. How can I tell just by looking? Their style of dress is more or less the same as ours'. Bared crotches and asses, some tits too. Even some in their birthday suits. Everything is so openly displayed that I can't help but start getting hard. At first I try to shuffle into the corner in shame with my hands over my stiffening dick, but Dahlia pulls me back by my arm: "Hey, I said it would be fine." I whine: "B-But I'm getting hard, Dahlia..." She whispers, clearly having noticed: "So what!? That's kind of to be expected when everyone's showing off like this."

This just keeps getting better. She insists that I go walking around with my boner bopping about, showing off my arousal to the people around me, which is somehow supposed to not make everyone feel ridiculously awkward. She notices I don't say anything, and keeps encouraging me: "It's all natural. Don't worry about it, nobody will mind." Even then, these aren't Shackled that won't think twice about it, these are other Released who might actually confront me about it. Normal, everyday people with thoughts and feelings like mine. They might get horny too, or ask for action, maybe even go at it without asking like Dahlia has. Christ, I don't know about this...

I take a moment to muster up my courage, and slowly lift my hands off my now full erection, which falls free and points straight forward. Now, if I don't look down, I might forget that it's even there, and nobody can stop me from pretending that's the case. Maybe I'll get used to the exciting imagery and it'll soften up on its own. I keep my eyes on the road and try to look cool while my heart is pounding like a jackhammer. Thankfully there's nobody in sight who's having sex out in the open, but that may be pure chance. I can't know how common that kind of thing is in here, or if it even happens at all.

I try to take my mind off my cock by conversing while walking: "This just seems like some stupid free love cult to me. What's supposed to be the point of all this, again?" -she doesn't answer- "Dahlia?" Turns out, she's ran off somewhere, leaving me on my own in this place.

Dammit.

I guess she thought I'd be brave enough to do this alone. Either that or she very purposefully didn't want to be my tour guide. Whatever, there's signs posted about, I'm sure I can figure it out on my own. Staring at the directory in the lobby, there's some interesting locations listed. There's the bathroom, the dormitory, restaurant, roof, basement, living area, yard, orgy pit, temple, workshop, IT room...

Wait, what? Not only is there an honest-to-God orgy pit in here somewhere, it's right next to a fucking temple? How does that..? I can't even...

A rather attractive girl who's walking past, looks to be in her mid-twenties, lithe in frame and naked except for loosely fitting shoes and long white gloves, short red hair, sees me looking confused and asks: "Is everything fine? Need directions?" Her eyes pass over my rock-hard cock, and she smiles, but only returns them back up after checking me out.

Shit. Uh...