LAND of the FREE (A Dystopian Society in a Post-Apocalyptic America) (Mystical Slayers Book 1)

by Michael W. Huard

  The women had planned on advances from at least someone at the meeting. Both would then be likely to set a sensual trap for the men, to then be able to stay in the building and prepare for the other sisters' arrivals, which they had also planned. But a modeling gig? That caught them both by surprise and was nothing close to what they imagined happening. It would, however, work perfectly! Not that either one of them wanted to model anything for this shitty Corporation’s gain.

  Zaey was not all that nervous about it. She had done a little bit of acting and modeling in her teens, just for fun. So, if it saved her from having to seduce someone and kept her in the building overnight, she would do it. "I’ll do it for you guys," Zaey announced. Sinaye, on the other hand, had a few questions. She too liked the part about getting in and the fact she would get a room of her own. She would be able to get things down when time permitted.

  Sinaye was still curious as to what they would model and how, "I am willing to do some modeling, but no nudes, and may I ask what type of outfits? And for what products?" The guys were both ecstatic that the ladies were agreeing. They assured both women there would be no nudes. As for products, nothing silly, mostly items a lovely woman would use, or anything a fellow business owner, one with lots of money, would want to sell, such as new or advanced items recently created by the company. The guys were making this up as they went along, but would find a few innovative products in the morning.

  All agreed to such a shoot, discussed the work schedule, the preparation schedule, and how the timing would all go down on the next day. The ladies were eventually shown to their very plush rooms and everything was set in motion.

  Cador and the boss spoke minutes later, out back in a private room. Both were planning on showing up that evening, or maybe even inviting their respective lady for a night cap. Cador just wanted to go see Sinaye, and he had thought up his plan of how to do this way in advance of this very moment. It was simple; get her drunk and seduce her. It was going to be one hell of a night.

  The bigwig of all Y-Wood, Arn Marcou, had another idea. He wanted to take Zaey and show her all the amazing areas of the Corporation first, and then fuck her. The later part of the night was about to get very interesting indeed. He knew his seduction was going to take a bit more effort.

  Resin was somewhat more of a charmer than his boss, so he grabbed the best bottle of wine he could find, and made way to Sinaye's room.

  ***

  Arn Marcou was nowhere near classed as a romantic. He was surely more of the impress-the-girl-with-his-infinite-money-and-power type. He made his way to Zaey's room with plenty of ideas and places he wanted to show her to demonstrate this power he held. He hoped the Company's wonders would lure her into his arms.

  ***

  Y-Wood's top assistant, and in his mind successor to it all, knocked on the voluptuous scientist’s door. With a plan to do a bit of investigating, the young lady had not yet changed into anything more comfortable. Answering the door, she was surprised to see Resin standing in the hall, a bottle of wine in hand. She had figured perhaps tomorrow he would make a move on her, but it looked like tonight was the night. Resin had changed and was now wearing a long, silk red and black kimono, and pretty much nothing else. "Was I that obvious?" he asked. "I have wine," he said, showing her the bottle, "and the night is still young. And if I do say so myself, you're the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. You've got the looks and the brains. You spin my head in so many different directions." He blushed, as did Sinaye. She thought about how sweet he was . . . and how confusing.

  ***

  As the president knocked on the little Australian’s room, still wearing his suit, he thought of what he would say and was ready and prepared. Zaey herself had not changed as yet either. She had planned a little investigation of Old Fenway late tonight. As she opened the door, the main guy of the entire evil, corrupt, and wicked Corporation stood before her.

  Arn said his piece, "I thought perhaps we could take a late night stroll of the compound together? There are so many amazing things to see here. I love showing others all that we do and that we have done, and to be honest, I could not think of a livelier young lady to do such a thing with this evening."

  Zaey was a bit taken back, her plan was to have a sneaky look around on her own, and here she was being offered a guided tour of the complex. It was a shame this old guy desired her as a companion on such a rendezvous; it would make things difficult. She considered what he might have in mind. But she felt she could delay his plans if she played her cards just right. "I suppose it could be fun, if not very interesting," she replied. "Let me grab my shoes."

  ***

  Sinaye was just about to go to her sister’s room and this situation had put a bit of a dampener on her plan. Resin was actually not that bad looking of a man, he was fit and smart, in his early thirties she guessed, and had a nerdy side which Sinaye found somewhat attractive. But honest with herself, she knew he was a Y-Wood guy and not one to think highly of. Then again, perhaps he was an assistant with a better plan than his boss and fellow Corporation stiffs. She convinced herself to let him in. "One night cap won't hurt," she responded, allowing the charming, bald silk-robed man into her room. She felt a little awkward as to what he was wearing, but in he came.

  ***

  Zaey and the big Corporation’s president walked about visiting many of the chambers he held so dear. Everywhere they went, guards followed them, one being the potent Omagus, said to perhaps be the most powerful robot in existence. Zaey did not consider an assassination attempt on the president. Yet. The creations and the inner works of Y-Wood were, to say the least, astonishing. The president felt special and held Zaey's arm as they walked about. He imagined her to be his girlfriend, while she was more interested in seeing the places they were visiting. She looked about for guards, traps, secret passages, the special places, and the one door in particular. In one chamber, he showed her digital renderings of the entire universe on several large computer screens. He explained, "Our ships can now travel to other planets in mere days, a feat never thought of in the past. The world is changing, my dear."

  "Really? Wow, that's amazing, I had no idea!" She was half lying, but still played along. "How is that even possible?" She was simply trying to make conversation, while also covering up the fact that she already knew a little bit about such space travel.

  "Well, my dear, the empty space around us contains energy and this energy, over time, gets harnessed by things known as wormholes in space." Marcou was now motioning all around himself with wild arms. "These wormholes connect two points in space, one point in time on one side, and another point in time on the other side. By traveling through the wormhole, you are indeed bending time and space. Finding these wormholes has meant that we are now able to vastly accelerate our spacecraft, thus getting from one place to another in a much quicker time. We have since discovered parts of the universe which no one even knew existed." He was clearly very proud of such a discovery and Zaey tried her best to show how impressed she was with this newfound knowledge.

  She took it all in, making mental notes as they continued to wander through the complex. There were rooms researching everything, such as sex robot chambers, neural implant manufacturing quarters, Nano produced food creations, bioengineering drug making stations, and robot labs with the newest innovations in such an expanding field. All sorts of research right before her eyes. Y-Wood was always on the brink of the best finds and newest methods in the entire world.

  ***

  Sinaye was now alone with one of Y-Wood's top dogs. She considered attempting to kill him, right here and now, while she had the chance. He had taken no precautions and had entered her room alone. He was no slouch, she knew by his appearance and the way he handled himself. Still, she thought about it. He poured her a drink and the penthouse room, where they now shared glasses of wine together, had a fitting decor for a romantic sipping.

  Sinaye asked, "You have me wondering what
my choices will be in the morning for the photography shoot?"

  Resin smiled, "Anything you put on will easily be a success."

  They giggled and continued a teasing twenty minute conversation. They actually had a lot in common. She could not have sex, she had to hold back. There was too much to do, no time for anything of that sort to happen tonight. But the wine messed with her head, and he was rather charismatic. Resin made a move to draw closer and lightly touched her face. Sinaye touched the back of his hand and their fingers melted together. Passion now filled the room; Sinaye had not had a man for many years. But, she would not give in here, she kept telling herself over and over. She kept the conversation going, first about robots and their rise, their AI and how soon enough the robots were going to be, if not already, a second human-like species. Then she steered the talk to his life, and how at his young age he was so high up in the company. But, nothing seemed to stick, both of them found themselves drinking more and getting more hands-on and more acquainted as the night progressed.

  ***

  The president of Y-Wood wanted the petite, tight-bodied Zaey as his sex toy this very evening. But he felt like she would resist. He had shown her the place in great detail after much time spent just strolling about, and he knew she was more than impressed. He let her walk about and explore, even when time was being wasted away for the evening. He actually enjoyed just watching her.

  Zaey was most interested in that door. The one which, earlier in the year, the sisterhood had tried and failed to enter. She only got a quick view of it from afar, down a hall which the president had said was off limits. She had asked why, but only got a flimsy reply about it being too dangerous with experiments which were still toxic. She did, however, get below ground for a short time. There she had seen the largest chamber in the entire Y-Wood estate. Thousands of computers lined the chamber, all working, all sending out data, programming robots, and doing the dealings of the world right here from this very arena. It was an amazing thing to see, and Zaey hoped to destroy all of them later in the visit, somehow, someway, even if she died trying.

  Marcou’s head was racing as they finally completed the tour. Perhaps tomorrow, when she was modeling and wearing things to make her feel sexy and pretty. Yes, later on tomorrow, he would have her. He led her back to her room and thanked her for the company. "Well, that was nice. You get some rest now, and we will have you all dolled up with special treatment tomorrow morning for the big advertising shoot."

  Zaey was glad he made no advance on her and thanked him for the tour. One thing she knew, she would never touch that disturbing, overly-refined old man who stared at her constantly, even if he was the last man on the planet.

  Back in the seclusion of her room, she quickly took notes on all she had seen: The rooms, hallways, hidden doors, locked doors, eye holes, traps, and everything else. She went to privately text all information first to Lomax so he could relay it then to the others. For some strange reason, every time she tried to send the findings, an error flashed up on her digital wrist transformer. She would have to try again in the morning, it was very late.

  ***

  Resin was not all man. His lower body was lost a few years back in a terrible accident while travelling around the city. He was put back together, so to speak, and with such elite materials he was now better, stronger, and faster than he ever was before.

  He and Sinaye were finally up close and he kissed the scientist on the neck, which led to the cheek, and then to her sweet lips. There were once seven billion humans on this planet. Today, maybe there were half a billion left. But at this moment, Resin felt like he and this amazing goddess, were the only two beings in the entire universe.

  Sinaye wanted to hold back. She was tipsy but still coherent. This man was the bad boy type, which was the exact type she had always been drawn to. His body was sexy and muscular, and his skin was very smooth to the touch. She kissed him back. She knew she could not let this happen! She had work to accomplish, and one of those accomplishments meant she may even end up having to kill this man who was now passionately kissing her.

  His hands slowly lifted her blouse off over her shoulders, and then he unclasped her bra. She wanted to stop him, but she just couldn't. Once her bra had been loosened and slipped down to her stomach, out came mounds of marvelous flesh, so beautiful, firm, and real. He buried his face in her chest. That's when she finally came to her senses and stopped him. "It's late now, I . . . I have to look my best for the shoot in the morning . . . and are we not supposed to be up early for pampering and all that stuff? I have to get some rest, Resin." Sinaye grabbed her top and covered up, almost shy now after her moment of madness.

  Resin had been turned on all the way until this point. He was about to reveal . . . well, it would have to wait now. "Wow, that was a quick change of heart!" he said, looking genuinely surprised. "Just when things were going so well too . . . at least give me the satisfaction of knowing we can pick up where we are leaving off here after you do the modeling? Can you do that?" He awaited her response; she was so pretty. He had cracked her sassiness. Man, things had been looking so good! She had really loosened up . . . and now this! Resin couldn't quite believe it.

  Sinaye felt relieved that she had stopped it. She gave him his answer, "I don’t see why not . . . yes, I would like to see you again." It was getting very hot in her room, which made her all the more glad it had ended. "I will see you in the morning," she added, "you get some rest too, you're going to need it come tomorrow night," she winked at him. He liked what he heard, but still he did not want to stop. However, and this was new to him, he respected her, he admired more than just her body. It was not a familiar emotion to Resin and was certainly off for his usual behavior, but he turned away and left her room.

  With the top Corporation assistant finally gone, the scientist slowly pulled herself back together. Even though her body was still excited and in need of a cold shower, Sinaye slipped out of her room and went to join Zaey in hers.

  Zaey saw that Sinaye looked all hot and bothered. "Ummmm, what's going on?" she asked. "Are you drunk?"

  Sinaye shook her head and giggled like a child. "Anyway, you're the one who should be being questioned! Where were you all night? Did you manage to get out there and search?"

  Zaey looked at Sinaye and she too shook her head, wondering what the heck her sister had gotten herself into. She explained the findings from her grand tour. "Yeah, I got some really good details for the area in general, but sadly not the door area. I couldn't get any of this information through to Lomax for some odd reason."

  Sinaye was glad to hear about Zaey's discoveries. "That's good," she smiled, " . . . man, I feel a little lightheaded."

  Zaey asked, "Did you two . . . do anything?"

  Her friend raised her shoulders and then dropped them. "No, we did not!" Both girls grinned at one another, Zaey shaking her head. They then chatted into the early hours of the morning. Both were quite tired from their long day and eventually fell asleep in Zaey's room.

  Unbeknown to the sleeping sisters, Raegan and Mahira had just reached the outer perimeters of the Y-Wood Corporation. They had set up a small area where they would wait and would soon prepare to enter the park stadium. So far so good.

  Chapter 22

  Both Zaey and Sinaye were given the full pamper treatment the following morning. Luckily, female working bots came to find them and didn't seem to care that both had ended up in the same room overnight. They served the ladies fruit, omelets, juice, coffee, nuts, and pastries for breakfast. The food was good and real!

  Next, the ladies had a swim in a grotto-like pool to burn off the calories from breakfast. After their swim, they were each treated to full body massages, which made both women feel wonderfully relaxed.

  Lastly, the female worker bots took them both to have pedicures and manicures, then to a salon shop where a styling bot and her crew prepared modeling standard hair and makeup for the ladies. They both looked ever so per
fect.

  On a nearby television screen, an announcement was played in the studio salon, R-Bel News Commercial Interruption Broadcast: Bringing action as it happens. Travel in the sky has never been safer, or more practical and available. At Y-Wood, factory working robots create the latest innovative designs in sky cars to fulfill all your traveling needs.

  The shoot was ready to happen. President Marcou and Resin Cador joined the girls as they entered the photography studio. A human male, a dark-skinned, half Caucasian, half Mexican fellow with a big flat-panel camera and a long drooping mustache was waiting for them. His name was Ashman, and he had all his lighting equipment set up ready to start. Introductions were made and the girls were taken to wardrobe.

  The entire shoot was amazing, especially for both the Y-Wood guys; their dream girls posing in many outfits under the lights, looking so lovely, so sexy, and just beautiful.

  Sinaye posed in a white lace corset top which had ties all the way down the front. It was very tight and her assets were accentuated perfectly. Resin was so much in awe, he had completely forgotten what she was even modeling this outfit for. Zaey had first come out in a brown mini-dress with a silver steak illuminated down the front of it. The dress looked gorgeous on her, and Marcou marveled at her innocent beauty. Sinaye then modeled a two-piece, purple and black, state of the art work out suit that had built in oxygen. She looked amazing and the company would surely have huge sales with this new invention. Zaey next wore a bright yellow dress to showcase the latest in fresh, clean, spring fed water globes. She had the perfect welcoming face to model for such a presentation. Both women modeled a few other outfits, including sparkling evening gowns which were available for all rich wives and personal robot lovers via Y-Wood.