One for the road

‘… So I had to express out loud my wish for a friend, and they would twist the logic of our actions to try and be friends for as long as possible. At least that was Aly’s approach. Did this thing have any range at all? I suppose I’d find that out now that I was miles away. She also seemed eager to do anything that would please me…’

On my journey to the supermarket and back, I was mostly zoned out. I bought mainly groceries for our meals, but also some other products that would be consumed regularly as well, like soap, shampoo and toothpaste. I bought her a tooth brush too. Most of the way, however, I spent trying to figure out how all of this worked and what hidden details, fine prints, conditions, etc could be abused by that demon guy.

I was already on my way back home. The roads were pretty empty this Saturday morning, so I let my mind wonder about the contract and the certificate. The devil was definitely trying to screw me over and corrupt me, he said himself he would do it. My problem was that I had no idea how his tactics would work, if he was using Aly at all or if he would do something else entirely. I also had no way to know if he was already using her, or if all of what happened yesterday was somehow her mental image of what a good object does to her owner (it would make sense, explains why she would be his choice in the first place).

No, if I was to figure this situation out, the answer to my present little conundrum was simple: I needed more information on how these “friends” work. And the best way to do it is to simply find a new friend, a person who is very different from Aly, and see how they react. This may seem stupid at first, getting more friends would certainly bring more opportunities for corruption, right? Well, if that devil is going to try and corrupt me anyway, I may as well find out more about how he goes about it while he does it. And, if I’m being honest with myself, having another hot girl around wouldn’t be half bad either. But I do it for science!

Another interesting question that comes out of all of that, too: can I specify any facts about my new friends before I call for them? It would definitely be an interesting test to do, if nothing else. So, what kind of quality would both be something I like in my new friend, as well as something the contract wouldn’t possibly be able to distort for its corrupting purpose? I considered the personality shift I wanted, but it was too vague, ‘different from Aly’ could mean anything and I wasn’t really sure what specific characteristic would help me out on this little experiment, so I decided to go for something obvious to see. This had to be something simple, small. Hair color should be alright. I took a small breath to calm down, collected my thoughts, and said:

“I want a friend with blond hair.” I said to no one in particular while in my empty car, on an empty street.

A flash of light shone on my rear view mirror and, after that, police lights and siren came out of nowhere. I quickly pulled over and, as the cop car was doing the same, I saw behind me that I’d just crossed a street with a traffic light and a small camera on the side of the road. I had probably run a red light, only to be caught red handed by a cop! Damn, that’s what you get for thinking about loopholes and hot women all day, Alex!

A female officer came out of the car. She was a tall black woman, with the defined muscled body you would expect from a police officer. Her strong legs walked with practiced purpose, her wide hips swayed as she did so, her ass was toned and thick, her big breasts were firm D cups and her face was serious and bore a pair of sunglasses. But, most importantly of all, she had curly dyed blonde hair. Was she the new friend?

“License and registration, please.” Maybe not.

“Sir, were you aware you just crossed a red light?” she asked in a serious voice.

“Yeah, sorry. I only realized once I heard your sirens.” I quickly went to the glove box to take the documents out. As I handed them to her, I shyly continued “I don’t suppose you want to be my friend or serve me in any way?”

“Excuse me?!” She stopped looking at the papers and took out her sunglasses incredulously.

“Nothing! I was just trying to start a chat…” I quickly looked away embarrassed.

“Whatever.” She slowly returned to the documents while eyeing me suspiciously.

After a while, she threw them back on my lap, threw an additional piece of paper and then got away from my window. My eyes didn’t follow her afterwards, because I was intensely focused on the last paper she gave me: it was an ownership certificate! It was a bit smaller than Aly’s, the size of a postcard this time, with a metallic black texture, silver font and details on the edges that looked like golden spears. The written contents of the certificate itself were the exact same as Aly’s, except for the name, of course. The name on this one was “Bianca la Rue”.

“Hey, sorry for before.” She came back and started leaning against my window frame. “I didn’t recognize your face at first, but once I saw your name on the documents I realized my mistake and gave you the certificate.”

“No, hum... no problem.” With her leaning on her forearms and moving forward like that, I had a perfect view of the valley in her chest. She definitely had opened some buttons and it was really distracting.

“Yeah, I just told my partner over there about my new situation. So, what do you want to do with me?”

“I was… what was I doing?” so distracting. ”Yes, I was taking some groceries back home, to help my other friend.” If she cared about me staring, she wasn’t showing it at all anymore.

“Yes, and I should accompany you to make sure it all goes well. No problem, I’ll just have to call in. Give me a second.” She stepped away from my window and started talking on her radio. It was a saddening turn of events, but her figure wasn’t bad to look at either. Not bad at all.

“Calling dispatch, calling dispatch. This is officer la Rue speaking.”

“This is dispatch.”

“Hey Jake, I’m going to have to drop off work for now, I just became someone’s property.”

“Oh wow, girl! And they just told you to do something?”

“Yes.”

“And you think the boss will be ok with you dropping work like that?”

“I couldn’t just stop working whenever I wanted if I was a person, but I’m not. I’m someone’s property, an object, and when they order, I follow. You can also tell the boss to check all the rules and guidelines he wants, there is no law preventing an object or a property from leaving work to go follow its owner.”

“Damn, you’re right. But still, if he finds something…”

“If he finds something you can send him my way. It is my decision to go do this, so I should take the heat for it.” Just then, a cocky smile spread across her lips. “You can tell him good luck, though.”

“I like my job, thank you very much. God, you’re so lucky you get a day off work just for being someone’s property.”

“Maybe more than one.” Then she looked back at me. “Depends on what owner here decides. Over and out, before you start complaining too much.”

“Over and out. I just can’t beli–“ and the transmission was cut off.

“There, I am free to go with you now.” She got around the car, entered on the passenger side and threw her glasses on the back seat. Shortly after the police car went on its way and was away from our view, Officer Bianca started undoing her top completely. I didn’t move a muscle, I could only stare at the perfection that was her chest.

“If you wish, we can trade seats, so you can look at me as much as you want.” I could barely form a nod. We got out of the car, switched seats, she started the ignition and started driving.

“So, where are we going?” she asked. I gave her my address.