The Pleasure Grid

The Pleasure Grid

Players pay to control and use real people as sexual avatars.

Chapter 1 by pistachios pistachios

My teachers always said I would get into real trouble one day. Naturally, I didn't listen and landed in a big heap of trouble.

What started as a prank became way more serious--like, robbing a convenience store serious. Nola and Clay ran the moment they heard the Enforcers' sirens. They didn't bother getting me.

I was in the backroom, counting the store's hidden stash and deaf to the sirens. Five Enforcers barged through the door, and I had no escape.

Laws against robbery and pretty much any other offense have always been strict. So, I landed in juvenile prison at seventeen and expected to be transferred to an adult facility when I turned eighteen.

But I got a surprise on my birthday.

A suited man with a salesman's smile walked into my cell and laid a stack of papers in front of me. He said, "We can make a deal, Lora."

The terms he offered were simple--spend the next twenty years of my life in prison or spend five years as a Doll on the Pleasure Grid. "With your pretty face and tight little body, you'll do very well." he said. He didn't stop smiling once during our conversation. "Some popular Dolls even stay on after their contracts end because they can start charging good money."

I didn't think too hard. I took the pen he offered and wrote my name on the dotted line. The next day, he signed me out and drove me away from the gated compound that had been my home for a year.

Now, I see what he drove me to is just another prison. It's prettier and much bigger but still a prison. My new home, a neat town, is encased in a glass dome. Like plants in a greenhouse, its buildings and inhabitants receive close inspection from caretakers. In this case, the caretakers are the corporate overseers of the Pleasure Grid.

Still, when I walk into my assigned apartment, I'm relieved it seems normal. It has all the amenities a girl a might need--bedroom, kitchenette, bathroom. Really, after prison life, it's heaven.

Then, the door bangs open, and a man in a black t-shirt and pants walk in. Six feet something and broad shouldered, he looks like an Enforcer. Even his brown hair seems be growing out from a buzzcut.

I like tough guys, and this one looks tough as nails and utterly delicious, but he doesn't look interested.

"I'm Jay." he says.

"I'm Lora."

"Take off your clothes."

My eyes widen. Ok, maybe he is interested. Then, I remember where we are. "Am I being...played as a Doll right now?"

He looks at me like I'm a little slow. "No, I'm here to check you and shave you."

"What?"

"You're Doll, and female Dolls get groomed and checked by male Dolls."

"You're a Doll?"

He nods patiently, and I notice the black pouch he has tucked beneath his arm. He says, "I need you to take everything off, lean back on the couch and spread your legs. I'm going to inspect you and get you ready for the Grid."

What next?

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