S*x Payment World

She climaxed one last time, spasming lewdly in front of me, when our SRs simultaneously beeped. I waited for her to recuperate a little before removing my cock from her depths.

She panted for some time, red-faced and sweating, trying to get her bearings back.

“Haaah… Haaah… Haaah… I can’t believe you paid for it all already. I’ve rarely had such pleasurable payment in the past. Please wait a moment.”

She moved to the staff-only area of the store, only coming out a few minutes later, all cleaned up. I also put my clothes back on, happy with how my first time turned out.

She had a box with my phone in her hand as she approached me, a smile on her face.

“Here you go. Do you need any help with the initial setup and data transfer?”

Since she offered, I had no reason to refuse.

“Yes, please.”

“Alright.”

I handed her my current phone while she took the new one out and expertly manipulated it.

“What’s your name?”

She asked me after transferring the sim card.

“Oliver.”

After nodding, she continued with the data transfer. When this was done, she asked me to log in to my account and connect to the cloud. Finally, I had a last-generation brand-new phone, the type of which I would never have considered buying in the past.

“And done. There you go. Thank you for your purchase.”

“Thank you for everything, ma’am. You’ve been an amazing help.”

She grinned, putting her mouth close to my ear to whisper.

“I put my number in it. Feel free to call me whenever you want, for more intimate fun.”

That bewildered me.

“R-Really?”

“I’m sure you’ll become very popular from now on. Remember me if you want to try things that younger women aren’t willing to do. I’m fine with most everything.”

I swallowed my saliva, already letting my imagination run wild.

‘Is that the famous booty call? The one that’s only available to Chads, Megachads, and Gigachads?’

I thanked her one last time before going out of the store. In less than two hours, I acquired a smartphone worth $1300. I couldn’t deny it anymore. This world was made for me.

With both my balls and mind light, I walked back to my apartment, spending the rest of the evening discovering and playing with my new acquisition. I noticed one more entry in my phonebook. Allison, the kind and open-minded middle-aged woman.

The next day, Tuesday, I spent the morning and afternoon working at the convenience store as usual. Nothing too special happened, except for one woman wanting to pay with a handjob, which I gladly let her do.

I left work when my shift ended, already having plans for what to do next. I could continue roaming the shops and paying with sex, but I decided becoming an SR streamer was an even better option. After all, it was the same, with the increased bonus of building a fan base and getting donations. I have never been too timid, and even though I wasn’t an amazing speaker, surely I could manage something. It was mostly about sexual adventures, anyway, and chatting wasn’t the most critical part.

However, before I could start, I had to procure the equipment I would need. Like most things related to SR, the place to go was Lacos. The megacorporation had shops everywhere, and one of these was just a few minutes away from my home.

However, when I arrived, I was met with a startling sight. A large group of people was gathered in front of the store, with banners and slogans, in the middle of protesting. A group of security personnel was guarding the store, while some police were monitoring the situation.

“Stop the monopoly on stimulations!”

“Propagators of numbness!”

“Make SRs affordable!”

“Down with blood-sucking corporations!”

“Give me back my son!”

These folks were shouting a lot of things, clearly very stirred up. Many passersby were watching the demonstration, some looking fed up and leaving, others treating it as entertainment. The shop entrance wasn’t blocked per se, and some clients were still going in and out, but I first made my way toward one of the onlookers, curious about the protest.

“Excuse me, sir, may I ask what this is all about?”

He sent me a glance before responding.

“It’s as you can see. A protest against Lacos.”

“Yes, but what are they protesting for?”

He looked at me, dumbfounded.

“You don’t know? Have you been living in another solar system all your life?”

I smiled wryly since he wasn’t wrong, in a way. Seeing my reaction, he sighed, but still explained what was going on.

“No need to pay them too much attention. It’s just the usual stuff. Recordings are too expensive, Lacos is a monopoly with too much power, Lacos is lobbying against genetic research to solve global numbness to keep their business going, and so on.”

“…Is any of that true?”

“Maybe some of the minor stuff, but most of what they say doesn’t make sense. If you listen to them, Lacos is kidnapping people and running human experiments in secret. Some of them even say they engineered the numbness purposefully.”

“Wasn’t Lacos created decades after World War I?”

“Exactly. Most of these folks are just conspiracy theorists. Not worth anyone’s time.”

“…I see. Thank you, sir.”

He nodded, refocusing his attention on the group of protesters. I also stared for a minute more, not sure what to make of the protest. I then quietly moved to the side, entering the store as far away from them as possible.

The inside was large and very high-tech-looking, with a lot of items I didn’t recognize. Maybe because of the demonstrators outside, not many customers were inside the premises, and I was immediately approached by a woman clerk.

In this world, it was normal for male clients to be handled by female clerks, and vice versa, just in case of payment by sex. Of course, there were specific shops for those who were into the same sex, with employees with similar sexual orientations, even though one might need to travel further away to get to these few boutiques.

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