A bottle of water

Scarlett Johansson smacks her lips, having finished her salty meal of cumflakes, now extremely thirsty since she's never really had anything to drink in this reality. She looks up at Burgerking as she eats the last bit she can find off of her face and meekly asks, "Can I... have some water, or something?"

Burgerking looks down at the empty dog bowl and considers filling it with water from the tap for her, but she sees him looking at the dirty bowl and begins tearing up again. He decides he's gonna have to give her something special to cheer her up if they're going to be friends. He looks out into the hallway to make sure no one is coming, then closes and locks his office door. He closes all the blinds to his windows and covers the camera on his computer before reaching into his mini fridge and handing her an unopened bottle of water.

"If anyone asks, I gave it to you in the bowl, okay?"

Scarlett is pleasantly surprised at an actual kind gesture out of him, for once, and gladly takes the water bottle. "Thank you" she says sheepishly as she opens it and quickly begins gulping rapidly, driven by a powerful thirst.

"Of course! We're friends now, ya know?" King says happily, pulling another chair beside her to get to his computer and begins pulling up his list of open jobs. "New clones tend to have an odd reaction to the water around here, so feel free to masturbate if you need to. I don't mind at all!"

Scarlett slows her chugging of the water, almost **** with surprise, as she reaches the end of the bottle and considers what he just said. Why would she need to masturbate? Wasn't this bottle sealed?

She believes she has the answer to her question as King scrolls through the list of jobs, looking more like he's scrolling through a porn site, with pictures of women in bondage often getting fucked from various positions. At first she has no idea why he thinks she would feel the need to masturbate over her fate as a prostitute, apparently, but quickly finds her body growing hot and her bare pussy getting wet enough to nearly drip onto the chair, as she looks over his shoulder.

The most offensive part to her are the prices being offered for the acts, usually only one or two dollars a day, sometimes even less, but it's not quite as horrible of a paycheck as she thinks. Free from the constant need to court and please women, distracting them from greatness, the men of the world have managed to evolve technology to near the point of being post-scarcity. Sophisticated algorithms and complicated machinery mine, deliver, manufacture, and distribute all consumer goods with very little human interaction at any point, even to the point of self repair; all on a power grid of glorious, free, wireless energy.

The fact that the major companies ruling the world are creating everything for almost nothing has driven almost all prices down to where the penny has the purchasing power of the dollar had in the year 2012, where Scarlett Johansson grew up in the simulation. The only price not being driven down by the technological future machinery was the one thing they couldn't make any more of: land. This meant women were able to feed and take care of themselves fairly easily on their meager salaries, but relied on the quasi-immortal men for housing, since rent was prohibitively expensive with any jobs they could get.

The prospect of being tied up somewhere in public and getting fucked all day for only a few dollars actually makes Scarlett a bit more horny, and she can't figure out why. She thought he was kidding around or simply mistaken, but she's been overcome with a need to touch her clit. She begins a slight moan with every breath.

"We'd be able to get you better offers if you had some interesting genetic modifications, but the man who ordered us to make you just wanted the standard model Scarlett Johansson, and most modifications can only be done between cycles on the new body, so we'll have to work with what we've got for the most part." King says, still looking at various offers she might qualify for. Scarlett begins to tentatively touch her clit for the first time, almost entirely unable to stop herself. "We'll get better offers the first day since you're still a virgin though. Aren't you glad we didn't have sex?"

Scarlett is suddenly very unhappy about the fact that he didn't try to **** himself upon her, as she starts trying to figure out which way to rub to give her the most pleasure, but it seemed pretty great no matter what. She begins to moan a bit louder and King looks over at her, remembering she just had her first taste of the chemical laced water of the future.

"Oh, right. You're probably pretty bummed about it now, huh?" He says, staring deep into Scarlett's eyes as she looks back at him with lust. She nods, surprised at her own quick change in attitude over the whole situation. "You wanna fuck me now, huh?" Scarlett nods again furiously, hoping he's changed his mind about her virginity. He sighs a bit and begins to reach over between her legs.

"I guess I can make you cum real quick if you want, but you're really gonna want to stay a virgin until we can find a buyer." He begins fingering Scarlett Johansson with the practiced ease of spending the last 100 years or so getting off horny women when he has better things to do. Scarlett starts moaning louder and louder as she approaches her first orgasm, while King awkwardly tries to continue scrolling through the job listings with mouse in the wrong hand.

"We can probably get you set up as an Luber driver pretty easy, after we sell your virginity tomorrow." King says, still rapidly diddling her clit. "Or we could get you a job as a waitress at this restaurant, I think I can get you a good recommendation, and if all else fails I'm sure we can find a company that wants to sponsor a Scarlett Johansson clone with a brand tattoo."

Scarlett begins shaking, barely able to pay attention to what he's saying as she rapidly approaches her first orgasm. "I don't.... I don't.... have a.... Driver's license...."

"Oh don't worry, the cars are all automated. You'll just be there for the customers to use during the trip."

She realizes that even the job that seemed like the least likely to get her fucked all day will also, indeed, get her fucked all day; sending her screaming over the edge.

"Well we can decide most of this stuff tomorrow, after we find someone who wants to deflower a fresh Scarlett Johansson." King says casually over her loud moans. He quickly moves his hand away when she's finished having the greatest experience of her life, drying the juices off his fingers onto her breasts before returning the proper hand to the mouse. He moves to shut the computer down while Scarlett breathes heavily and gently quakes in her chair. "Let's go ahead and get you dressed and back to my place, since you'll be staying with me. Unless you want to spend the night in a kennel."

Scarlett doesn't know what a kennel is, but given the collars and dog bowls, she can only imagine it would be unpleasant. Her feelings about Burgerking slowly begin to turn around as he roots through his desk drawer to find something for her to wear. Maybe he is a nice guy as he says.

She realizes it's still gonna be rough as she sees the clothing he finds.