The Wheels of Justice

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I slouched in the back of my improvised ride, watching the city blur past the window. The woman behind the wheel, whose name I hadn't bothered to learn, hummed along to the radio as she navigated the dense traffic. Why call an Uber when I could just ask any woman on the street to drive me wherever I wanted? Early that morning I'd just picked one at random as soon as I'd left my apartment, a brunette with a nice smile, chatting animatedly with a friend next to her car.

I had asked her to drive me around for a while. Her friend had raised an eyebrow, her face twisting in annoyance, but had ultimately just left with a shrug. Now the brunette was more than happy to drive me wherever I wanted and then some. Well, alright... She wasn't exactly happy about it, but she wasn't unhappy either. She'd grumbled about having places to be, and having a job, but she'd obeyed. When I promised to explain to her boss what was going on and make sure she wouldn't get fired, she'd relaxed and even commented that it was a nice opportunity to take a break.

Now on my way to the commercial district, I replayed the morning's events in my mind. My second visit to Le Petit Château had been surreal—arriving to find the place technically closed but the staff already there preparing for lunch service. And just as I'd commanded yesterday, every attractive woman there was still completely naked, including Jeanne Beaumont herself. The restaurant owner had greeted me with the same professional demeanor she'd shown the day before, her olive skin glowing in the morning light, her elegant bob framing her face as if being nude while signing over ownership documents was the most normal thing in the world.

She'd shown a hint of regret when handing me the papers, mentioning something about her late husband and their shared dream of building a legacy. I felt a bit guilty about taking it from her, especially when I had no real interest in running the place, so I'd agreed to make sure I'd leave her enough for her own plans, professional or personal. Her face had lit up somewhat at that, and she'd thanked me before going back to her office to finish preparations for lunch. A first expedited wire transfer of sixty thousand dollars was already on its way.

The memory sent a thrill of power through me. What was even more surprising was how quickly I was adapting to this new reality. Just two days ago, I'd been a nobody—unemployed, living in a messy apartment, my greatest achievement being my Valheim character reaching level 97. Now I owned a high-end restaurant and, apparently, every woman on Earth. And it felt… right. Not morally, of course. The situation was still fucked up, but I'd been given an insane amount of power over the world and it felt stupid to just not use it, especially since no one else seemed to have any real issue with it.

Before leaving this morning, I'd checked the Discord server where men were frantically trying to identify whoever now "owned" all women. Despite dozens of women recognizing me on sight by now, there wasn't a single mention of me online. No descriptions, no photos, nothing. It was as if the women I'd encountered didn't find their interaction with me significant enough to discuss, which was both convenient and somewhat deflating. Even cosmic power couldn't make me memorable, it seemed.

My chauffeur pulled up to Riverside Auto Gallery, a sprawling dealership on the edge of the commercial district. It wasn't one of those ultra-luxury places with Lamborghinis and Ferraris—I'd always thought guys who drove those were just compensating for something. This place had a decent selection of mid-range to high-end vehicles, all arranged in neat rows under strings of triangular flags that flapped in the breeze. The showroom was a glass-walled building with polished tile floors and LED lighting that made every vehicle gleam like it was in a commercial.

As I stepped out of the car, I felt surprisingly reinvigorated. For the first time in years, my life seemed to be taking a turn for the better. My phone buzzed with a text from Zoe:

"Feeling better after your weird existential crisis? Marcus says the D&D campaign is still on for Thursday if you're up for it. He's threatening to make us fight a tarrasque if you don't show. BTW, just so you know, I'm still here for anything you need. Anything at all. No pressure though!"

I smiled at her message, appreciating how she managed to remain so… Zoe, despite everything. My thoughts drifted to Claudia, the waitress from Le Petit Château. Her round face and curvy body had been on my mind since yesterday. I wanted to see her again, maybe invite her over, but my thumb hovered uncertainly over my phone. Which was ridiculous—I literally owned her, so why was I nervous about texting her? Yet there I was, feeling like the same awkward guy who'd never known what to say to pretty women. Some things, apparently, not even cosmic power could change.

"Wait for me, please," I ordered the brunette, and she nodded. She seemed happy to have a moment to check her messages, her eyes already glued to her own phone.

A salesman spotted me immediately as I headed into the dealership—young, maybe twenty-five, with gelled hair and a blue blazer that looked one size too small, deliberately tight to show off his gym-sculpted physique. His smile was bright white against his fake tan as he approached, though I caught the slight hesitation in his eyes as he took in my wrinkled t-shirt and the jeans I'd been wearing for at least a week.

"Hey there, my man!" he said, extending his hand. "I'm Tony. What brings you in today? Just browsing or looking for something specific?"

"I'm thinking it's about time I bought a car," I replied, shaking his hand. "Something nice, but not too flashy."

"Cool, cool," Tony nodded, clearly trying to gauge if I could actually afford anything in the showroom. "What's your budget looking like? We've got some great pre-owned options if you're trying to keep it under thirty."

I glanced around at the gleaming vehicles, feeling a strange new confidence. "Actually, I'm interested in something new. Maybe that one there. I have a budget of... I dunno... fifty to sixty, let's say. But it's not set in stone."

Tony's eyebrows rose slightly. "The GV70? That's a sweet ride, man. About fifty k, but worth every penny." He was talking faster now, excitement building at the prospect of a big commission, though doubt still lingered in his eyes.

"Yeah, I recently came into some money," I said casually. "I'm the guy who owns all women" I said it with a shrug, trying to capitalize on my new status.

Tony laughed, the kind of laugh you give when a customer makes a joke and you're trying to be polite. "Right, right." He slapped me on the shoulder. "Well, let's get you behind the wheel and see how it feels. If that's not the one, we've got a bunch of other options."

Tony led me through the showroom, gesturing at various models with the enthusiasm of a game show host. We looked at a sleek blue sedan, a compact SUV in gunmetal gray, and a sporty hatchback that Tony insisted was "perfect for city driving, but still has that wow factor, you know?"

"So this Genesis here is right at the edge of your budget," Tony explained, running his hand along the hood of the silver GV70. "German-level luxury but without the German price tag. And this Lexus over here," he pivoted smoothly, "slightly under budget but loaded with tech. The sound system alone will blow your mind."

I nodded along, pretending to care about horsepower and torque while really just trying to figure out which one looked the least dorky. After years of public transportation and Ubers, I just wanted something that wouldn't make me look like I was trying too hard.

"I'm leaning toward the Genesis," I finally said, tapping the hood.

Tony's smile widened. "Excellent choice, my man. Let's talk numbers." He guided me to a small glass office in the corner of the showroom. "So, we're looking at about forty-eight thousand base, plus tax and fees. We've got some great financing options—"

"I'll pay in full," I interrupted.

Tony's pen paused mid-scribble. "In full? Like… all of it?"

"Yeah, wire transfer. Probably tomorrow or the day after that. I just need the funds to be cleared."

His eyebrows shot up, and I could see him recalculating everything he thought he knew about me, though I could tell the idea of me claiming I didn't have the funds just yet kept him from being sure. I wasn't exactly the picture of success, but the promise of a full payment could make even the snobbiest salesmen forget their prejudice. "That's… unusual. Most people finance, even if they can afford not to. Tax benefits and all that."

I shrugged. "I prefer to keep things simple."

"Right, right," Tony nodded, though his eyes had narrowed slightly. "We'll just need to verify the funds before we can proceed. You know how it is—paperwork, regulations." He was trying to sound casual, but I could tell he was skeptical that the disheveled guy in dirty clothes sitting across from him could actually afford to drop fifty grand in one go. "We can do it now and as soon as the bank clears the payment, the car is yours. Deal?"

"Deal."

As Tony started preparing the paperwork, the glass door to the showroom swung open, and a woman walked in. She was tall and athletic, with short blonde hair and sharp features, dressed in a crisp pantsuit that screamed "corporate executive." Something about her seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place her.

She spoke loudly into her phone as she entered: "I don't care what the board thinks, Jeremy. The acquisition is happening with or without their blessing. I'll call you back." She hung up and scanned the showroom with the focused intensity of someone who knew exactly what they wanted.

Tony immediately perked up. "Excuse me for one second," he said to me before standing. "Ms. Winters! Good to see you again. The Audi you inquired about just arrived yesterday."

The woman—Ms. Winters—nodded curtly and started to respond when her eyes landed on me. Her expression shifted instantly from businesslike to recognition.

"Well, I'll be damned," she said, walking over and holding out a perfectly manicured hand. "The man in the flesh!"

Tony looked between us, confused. "You two know each other?"

Ms. Winters laughed, her voice cracking like ice. "You could say that. This is the man who owns me." Her tone was both casual and somehow mocking, like a joke only she understood.

I chuckled nervously, glancing at Tony. "That's me," I shrugged and shook her hand.

"I'm Katherine Winters, CEO of Winters Pharmaceuticals. I… I'm yours, of course." She laughed again, more easily this time.

Tony's confusion morphed into disbelief. "Damn, man," he whispered to me. "You really weren't joking."

Katherine turned to Tony, her expression matter-of-fact. "Joking? Of course he wasn't joking. I'm his property. I'll do anything he wants me to. Right, sir?" she asked me, turning back toward me with a smile that wasn't quite right. I found her attractive, but in an abstract sort of way. Her features were sharp and well-defined, her posture perfect, her figure fit and muscular, but it felt like I was appreciating the aesthetics of a well-crafted knife rather than a beautiful woman.

"Right," I said awkwardly, still trying to figure out why she looked so familiar. "Wait... Katherine Winters, you said?" I knew that name from somewhere. Then it hit me—the Cardiavax scandal from a few months ago. A pharmaceutical company had artificially inflated the price of a life-saving ****, causing a nationwide outrage, and a few deaths. And standing before me was none other than the CEO of said company, who had bragged about it on Xitter. No wonder I felt so uneasy.

"Yes," she replied, her smile never wavering. "At your service. Anything you want."

Tony stood there, his eyes wide with a mixture of awe and curiosity. He didn't seem to know where to look or what to do with his hands, so he kept clasping and unclasping them behind his back.

I grinned at the evil woman, knowing just how to get some fun out of the situation. "Well, I'm glad I ran into you. I've got a couple of ideas in mind, actually."

She arched an eyebrow, my expression probably triggering the alarm in her brain that told her to watch her back. "Is that so? What do you have in mind?"

"Well, for starters, I'd like you to buy me the car of my choice. What do you think?"

She looked uncomfortable now. Good. "Are you sure I couldn't rather interest you in a... sexual favor?" she asked, arching her eyebrow. "Or two? Or three?" She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I've been told I'm very, very good."

I laughed and she backed off. "Tempting, but I'll pass," I replied, waving her away. "Or maybe another time. I've got a lot of options, after all. For now, let's just start with the car, shall we?"

Tony seemed to be waiting for the conclusion of our exchange, his eyes flicking back and forth between us, clearly hopeful to get the deal done. "So, the Genesis?" he asked.

"Oh, I think I'm going to go bigger. Maybe that Porsche over there?" I said, pointing to the Panamera Turbo S across the showroom.

Katherine's jaw clenched, but she nodded stiffly. "And I imagine you'll command me to do it if I don't agree to it, so let's not waste our time," she said. "Mr..." She looked at Tony, waving her hand expectantly. "What's your name again?"

"Tony," he replied, a little breathless.

"Tony, can you please bring the paperwork and a pen? I'll buy my owner his Porsche. Cash." The last word made her grimace, but only slightly, only for a moment.

"Erm... Wouldn't you like to know the price before..." he started, but Ms. Winters cut him off.

"Seems like I don't have a choice. I don't want to know the price. I'll pay. Can we please get this over with? I have a busy afternoon." She looked at me and smiled, but the smile did not reach her eyes.

Tony hurried off, leaving us alone. I couldn't help but feel a little sorry for Katherine. She was clearly not used to being on the losing side of a deal, and the shift in power had left her visibly shaken. It probably wasn't much of a shift, she could probably afford hundreds of these cars, but the humiliation must have hit her harder than the loss of cash. But then again, whatever invisible **** had made her my **** seemed to smoothen things over. By the time Tony came back, she'd regained her composure, even managing to **** another smile as she signed the paperwork and transferred the funds.

"I hope you'll be happy with it," she said, her tone polite but strained. "I should get going. I'll see you soon enough, I'm sure."

"Hold on," I said, stopping her. "I said I had a couple of ideas. I've got another one, actually."

The way her face twitched before she could control herself was pretty funny. "Oh?" Oh, yeah. She'd expected the worst and had been hoping to get away before it was too late.

I smirked, feeling a rush of power. "There's a trial going on about your little **** scheme, right?"

"Yes," she answered reluctantly, looking like a deer in headlights.

"How about you go ahead and... plead guilty?" I suggested, my smirk growing wider. "I think that would be fair. Don't you?"

She seemed to hesitate for a moment, her eyes darting around the room as if looking for an escape. "I'm sorry but..."

"Oh, sorry, I wasn't direct enough. Plead guilty. I command you to plead guilty."

She took a sharp breath, her shoulders sagging in defeat. "Alright. I'll do it. I'll... call my lawyers as soon as I'm in my car." For a moment, I thought she was going to cry.

"And don't try to get out of it. No tricking the genie, so to speak. You don't get to plead guilty and then turn around because you've technically fulfilled my command. Plead guilty for the entire duration of the trial, and don't do anything to avoid punishment." I added the last part quickly, realizing I needed to be careful with how I worded my commands.

Katherine nodded slowly, her eyes downcast. She wasn't going to pull a fast one on me, no sir. "Okay." She took a deep breath, collecting herself. "If that's all, I'll take my leave now."

"Sure," I said, dismissing her with a wave of my hand. "Run along. And hey, thanks for the car."

She left the dealership without another word, her heels clicking on the tile floor, her posture rigid. As she stepped into the sunlight, the tightness in her shoulders relaxed, and she let out a long, shuddering sigh.

"Damn," Tony breathed, breaking the silence that had settled in her wake. "That was... something." He raised his arm, keys jingling in his hand. "Congratulations on your new ride, man."

I grabbed the keys, a satisfied grin spreading across my face. It felt good to put someone like Katherine in her place. Justice served. I could now dismiss my new chauffeur and leave on my own. There was someone else I could serve some justice to. "Let's go for a ride!"