The shortstack gets some questions answered

"Wait, can you answer some question before you leave?", Vanessa pleaded. The man turned back around, a smirk playing on his lips. "Sure, shortstack. Ask away." "Well, let's start by what is the meaning of shortstack. I heard the woman in the measuring place use it too..." The man laughed, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Vanessa's spine. "Shortstack is just a term we use for girls like you," he explained, his voice dripping with disdain. "You know, the ones who are short and stacked." "Ohhh...", said Vanessa in a sudden realization. "But why does it say that in the app too?" "Ah, well," the man said with a shrug, "that's just how they categorize you. Makes it easier for the guys to find what they're looking for. They perform body type scans to categorize potential FUTs and choose them to cater for all possible tastes." The man smiled, seemingly satisfied with Vanessa's confusion. "Don't worry about it," he said, waving his hand dismissively. "You just focus on being a good FUT." "What's a FUT, then?", Vanessa asked.

The man looked at Vanessa, a sneer on his face. "A Free-Use Target. Or a Fuckable Utility Type, if you will," he said, making air quotes with his fingers. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more important things to do than educate you. Goodbye, shortstack."

"Wait, just one more thing! What does free use actually mean?"

The man rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed by Vanessa's persistent questions. "Free use means that any person participanting in the initiative as user is free to use you however they see fit," he explained, his voice dripping with disdain. "That could be anything from cooking and cleaning for them, to being their personal sex toy, like I just did."

"Wait, so they are allowed to do ANYTHING to me?", Vanessa asked, her eyes wide with horror. The man nodded, a cold smile on his face. "Within reason, of course. The can't commit any crimes on you, like kill you. And what counts as **** is much more lenient since technically you have given consent to everyone inside the initiative. But hey, that's the price you pay for being a FUT." He turned away and walked away, leaving Vanessa alone and terrified.