Free Use Experiment Ch. 01

Despite the advent of superior technology, it would appear that the arrival of a simple letter, albeit a letter that doesn't bear the words 'bill' or 'final notice', can still be a cause of celebration in the lives of anyone younger than fifty. In fact, the jubilant emotion and celebration was by Graham, a twenty-five-year-old bloke from Yorkshire.

'Congratulations on your successful application to the world's greatest experiment...' the wonderful letter read, 'You have been one of only ten men selected for a study assessing the benefits and negatives of how choice and the lack of affects humanity. We wish to discover the actions, reactions and further consequences of how 'free will' affects a wide range of humanity.'

Graham read further, as it delved further into details of compensation (a lot), accommodation (free and all-inclusive), and when the experiment would take place (very soon). In fact, Graham was concerned that the date was only a couple of days away and that there was no address of where he was going to be heading, merely a number for him to contact to arrange transport and ask any questions, which, with trepidation, he did.

"This is Roxanne," an unexpectedly alluring voice answered, the accent Irish but the voice low and enticing, "how can I take your call?"

"Um, Hi," Graham spoke nervously, "I was calling about my acceptance into the free will study..."

"Oh, you are a lucky one," Roxanne giggled, an action that caused flutters within Graham's cock, "I look forward to seeing you there Graham."

"That sounds great," Graham declared a bit too loudly, eliciting another giggle, "but I don't know where there actually is."

"Don't worry about that," Roxanne purred, "we'll arrange all transport and accommodation, I just need to confirm you have your passport."

"Passport?" He exclaimed. "I mean, yes, but am I going out of the country? I just assumed we needed it for identification purposes."

Hearing a faint, rhythmic clicking on Roxanne's end, Graham waited for a reply.

"Well, seeing as you live in England, Graham, I can assure you that you absolutely will be flying off elsewhere. If I were you, I would pack for a fairly long flight."

"Oh my," he gasped, blindsided by this, "I wasn't expecting anything like that."

"Don't you worry Graham," Roxanne assured him, her voice sending shivers down his soul, "I think you'll have a wonderful time when you get here, so don't worry about anything now." A few more clicks on what he assumed to be a keyboard or mouse. "Now, I believe the time is eleven in the morning, the second of November in Yorkshire?"

"Yes," Graham agreed rapidly, although he'd probably have agreed to anything for this voice.

"If I was you Graham, I'd start packing a bag. Your car will be with you just before one pm."

"What?" He exclaimed, "I've got two hours to get ready?"

"Slightly less," Roxanne corrected him, "your flight from Manchester leaves at five, so there's no room for delay. Now, your driver will take you straight to the airport, where someone will meet you. I look forward to seeing you very soon Graham." With that, the phone clicked, leaving only silence in Graham's ear.

Still in a daze, Graham looked uncertainly around the small room he called home, part of a flat share with two other people he barely knew, and one other person he barely knew but was a complete bellend. What was he supposed to do, tell them he was going to be gone for over a week for some shifty experiment he'd read about on the web, and they were flying him out of the country? They'd tell him he was an idiot, falling for an obvious scam.

So that's why Graham, his bags all packed for a variety of different climates, told his friends he was going on an unexpected business trip with work. In the same way he didn't know much about their lives, they knew just as much about his, so accepted it without question, not wondering why a small family business would send the most junior employee alone on a business trip. However, when a Bentley pulled up outside and a chauffeur, hat included, stepped out and opened the door for Graham, insisting that he would place his luggage in the boot and that he made the most of the refreshments available from the fridge, they did look on with envy.

After a few questions to the driver were met with flat, empty responses, Graham focused upon the fridge, taking a coke, but tempted by the wide variet of beers and RTD's available. It was as he closed the fridge he noticed the screens in the back of the seats, fully loaded with a variety of films, shows and, best of all, a full on N64 emulator.

Having reached 'Bunker II' on Goldeneye, Graham was surprised as the cars' movement stopped suddenly, shortly followed by his door being opened, revealing the airport terminal.

"Your destination sir," the chauffeur spoke incredibly politely, "I hope you've enjoyed your ride, and I look forward to picking you up on the way back sir."

"Thank you," Graham mumbled, aware he'd mostly ignored the man the entire journey.

"Oh, and sir," the Chauffeur continued, handing his suitcase over to him, "if you leave Natalya in the cell until you've cleared the level, she's less likely to die." With that, he closed the boot, stepped back into the car, and drove off, Graham gawking after him. He'd been stuck on that level for ten minutes, of course you left Natalya in the cell! Bloody idiot.

Cursing his stupidity, Graham continued that run by walking into a young lady in a suit who, if he hadn't grabbed her waist, would have immediately been bowled over.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," he said immediately, making sure she was okay before his mind recognised he was still holding onto her shapely waist. "Oh god," he cried again, letting go, "I'm so sorry! I'm such an idiot."

Going red, the woman immediately waved her arms, causing parts of Graham to twang as it made her breasts bounce, bound as they were in a tight shirt.

"No, no, it's okay, Graham," she demurred, "I got too close to you without warning."

Although still fixated on her curves, Graham was still aware enough to recognise she knew his name, a look of concern crossing his face.

"I work for the study," the woman reassured him, picking up her own bag that she had dropped, "As I'm also local, I've been tasked with joining you on the journey, as I shall also be involved in the background when we get to Las Vegas."

"Vegas?" Graham gasped. "That's where we're headed?"

"Oh yes," she nodded, "and as we don't have long, I suggest we head to the check-in, but before that," she held out a hand, "My name's Georgia."

Taking it, Graham shook it politely. With his embarrassment now fading, he was putting great effort not to stare too hard at this stunning woman before him. Long brown hair, glasses perched on her heart-shaped face, natural curves both top and (he coughed internally), bottom, she was probably five foot seven, still shorter than his six foot two but he could at least talk to her without bending down.

Making their way into the airport, Graham was further shocked as Georgia steered them towards the first-class check-in desk.

"Oh yes," she laughed as she noted his shocked face, "the studies determined that everyone involved arrives refreshed, so no economy for anyone."

It seemed like a dream as they made their way through check-in, with minimal delays at security, and headed straight past the sweaty masses to a first-class terminal, where a glass of champagne was pressed into both his and Georgia's hands the moment they took a seat at the bar.

"Cheers," Georgia held her glass, and Graham responded with a gentle clink, his eyes fixated on the beauty who was with him, and whose own eyes seemed to be staring straight back at him.

"So," Graham tried to act relaxed, "we've got some time before boarding, why don't you tell me about yourself?"

"Well," she smiled, her cheeks dimpling, "I'm Georgia Smith, English by name, Welsh by birth, Scottish by ancestry. I'm a physiotherapist working out of Liverpool. I've got one daughter, she's three years old, and we both still live with my parents. There's no father on the scene," she said this perhaps a little too quickly, her eyes darting away as if embarrassed, "but we're happy. My hobbies are video games, drawing and making the most of having a child to go to theme parks and places that I'd be too embarrassed to go to by myself."

Laughing, Graham couldn't help himself, and began grilling her about her favourite consoles and video games, disappointed she was a PlayStation girl, but happy that she too had used an emulator setup for when modern games became too much.

"Rogue Squadrons definitely better on N64 than PC," she was saying, causing Graham to melt inside, interrupted with the announcement that their plane was now boarding. Downing the last of her second champagne, she picked up her bag before appearing surprised as Graham held out his arm for her to hold. She paused, and Graham thought he'd gone too far by what he considered a simple gesture of politeness and kindness, but she finally took it, her cheeks bright red and dimpled as she did so, and they walked to their terminal arm-in-arm, talking more quietly about themselves than before, although it was unlikely either of them noticed or had intended this to be the case.

As they boarded with the few others with first-class tickets, Graham was pleased to find that they had seats directly next to each other, keen to keep up the conversation with her. However, Graham's face fell when the steward offered Georgia a partition wall for privacy. Admittedly that smile was immediately restored by Georgia's demurred response.

"I don't think that's necessary, that is," she paused, turning to Graham, "if that's okay with you?"

If it were possible to agree harder he would have, his smile returning instantly, an event noted happily by Georgia.

The first few hours of their journey went by in a blur as they continued to talk about their lives, their interests, their dreams, enjoying the odd beer and flute of champagne as they did so, Georgia leaning over onto Graham's chair as they shared his Nintendo Switch to play a battle on Advance Wars, Graham's Grit losing to Georgia's Max, to her immense delight.

"That was great," she declared, "I used to play that with my cousins on long journey's when I was younger," smiling, she grinned at Graham, "I used to kick their ass too."

Their plan to play another round was interrupted by dinner being brought round, followed by the dimming of the lights and blankets being brought round. Tired but not quite ready to sleep, Graham convinced Georgia to watch 'Fellowship of the Rings' with him, relaxing their chairs back, their two screens playing simultaneously, both using their own screens for sound, but Georgia happily lay against Graham to share a screen. When Graham raised an arm to let her cuddle into him, she immediately accepted, pulling her own blanket over the two of them to share.

As the fellowship reached Rivendell, Graham went to speak to Georgia to find that she'd fallen asleep. Pausing both their screens and gently removing her earplugs, Graham lay back gently and nodded off, happier than he had been for some time. And he dreamt...

He was on a plane, and Georgia was still next to him, but she had the voice of Roxanne, Irish and incredibly erotic. Her hands running over his body, under the blanket, touching his cock, oh, now she was touching his groin, okay, proper wanking him off under the covers now, oh, hello, now it was her mouth, incredibly wet, he could feel himself ready to... to...

He woke up, rock hard but definitely covered. To his disappointment, the seat next to him was empty, but his disappointment was quickly replaced as his bladder made itself known that it was ready to burst. Standing up, his legs shaky, he was briefly worried someone would see his woody under his trousers, so stiff did he feel, but the people in the seats around him all appeared either fast asleep or fully focused upon the TV before them. Walking to the first-class toilets, he noticed the one on the left side of the aisle was engaged, so he headed to the connecting one on the right side.

Desperate to piss, he didn't notice anything untoward as he released what felt like a gallon of urine, relief flooding his body as he felt himself relax, and it was only as he moved to wash his hands, which admittedly wasn't far in the cramped space that he realised that he could hear something next to him, a soft noise, with gasps and moans thrown in. It seemed to be on the left, from the connecting toilet, and he doubted that anyone else would be able to hear it, so quiet was it, but it only took him a moment to realise what was happening. Someone next door, definitely a woman, was having a bit of 'alone time' with themselves. Or, he considered, maybe not alone.

His inquisitive nature was interrupted by a slightly louder gasp, followed by silence. His cock had returned to rock hardness by then, and he'd been hoping it would last longer, but a moment later he heard the sound of a toilet flushing, then running water of taps, something he hurried to copy, keen to see who came (haha!) out of the toilet. Hands barely dry, he unlocked the door and rushed round to the other toilet, delighted when he saw Georgia exit alone, almost bumping into her in his haste.

"Oh, hi," she spoke, sounding breathless and embarrassed, her face red, but probably from exertion rather than embarrassment, "sorry..." she muttered, squeezing past him to get to her seat, there wasn't a lot of space, and Graham thought there was no way she couldn't feel his erection pressed up against her own groin. In fact, she looked up at him as she pressed against him, unintentionally biting her top lip in response.

Slowly moving back to his seat, Graham grinned as he watched Georgia flusteredly sit down and fiddle with her seat.

"Feeling better?" He teased, confirming for definite that he had heard her.

"Oh... ah, well..." The heat on her cheeks was definitely embarrassment now, as she struggled to respond.

"Don't worry," he assured this beautiful woman whom he'd just heard orgasm, a gentle noise he thought he'd remember forever, "it's nothing to feel bad about. We all have needs."

Swiftly glancing down at the bulge in his trousers, Georgia bit her lip once more before grinning.

"That's definitely true." Teasingly her hand 'slipped' off her seat, brushing against his erection and eliciting a moan. "If I'd known I'd have seen if you were willing to join me."

It was Graham's turn to go bright red now. He was no virgin, but he'd never considered joining the mile-high club. For Georgia though, he would have been willing to change that.

"Well, I..."

Slowly, gently, Georgia pressed her lips against Graham's, before placing her head against his chest.

"Now," she spoke softly, "shall we continue with the Fellowship?"

Nodding, still stunned by this absolute stunner showing genuine interest in him, they replaced their headphones, pressed their screens, and Graham tried to focus on what he considered one of the greatest films of all time, made more difficult by what was absolutely one of the best times of his life.

They'd started on the 'Two Towers' when the pilot announced they would be landing shortly, and Georgia and Graham, who'd leaned more and more into the other, were forced to sit up and rearrange themselves, although they remained hand in hand, sneaking dazed, happy glances at the other when they thought they weren't looking. As the plane landed, their hands remained entwined as they walked up the aisle out into the airport, passing through immigration and all that normally frustrating business with no problems. Reaching the baggage claim, Georgia went off to get further instructions from a colleague, while Graham collected both of their bags, Georgia's thankfully quite distinctive with its pink and blue colouring. He'd just hauled both off the line when she returned, a small look of dissatisfaction on her face.

"So," she spoke softly, "I've been told that you're getting a different transport than me, so you guys can get your instructions separately from us. I've already been told the plan, but, and this is only if you want too," she spoke softly, "when you get to the hotel, wait at the reception for me until I get there. Obviously," and this was said with sadness, "you don't have to wait for me, you're welcome to change your mind once you've heard the full explanation of the study, but," and she turned to face him, her eyes looking fierce, "I'd very much like to come up to your room with you, even if it's just this once."

Although confused by a seeming change in her mood, Graham's cock nodded in agreement, keen to sleep with her even just the once.

"I'll wait for you," he replied, eliciting a smile in response, "don't you worry."

"Oh, Graham," she spoke softly, "I really hope you do, but I also understand if you get distracted..."

She tailed off as they reached the people they were meeting. More loudly than they had been, she gave Graham some final instructions.

"Right, you go off with Damien here," she gestured at an older-looking man whose own suit was much fancier than her own, one or two other men also present standing behind him, "and I'll go off to Jenny over there," as she gestured a petite redhead waved back, surrounded by roughly twenty or so other women, a wide variety, black, white, Asian, petite, tall, etc. A small nod, and off she went, Graham was disappointed he didn't get a kiss, but it sounded like he was onto a promise, so was happy to wait.

Shaking his hand, Damien spoke and dressed like a caricature of a Southern gentleman. "Graham!" He spoke incredibly loudly, "Great to see you! This is Noel and Rayne," he pointed at the two other men, "and you're the last one of your group. The other men will turn up later, but you three are first. Come, come with me and we'll head off to our destination."

In a daze, all three men followed Damien to a stretch limo, dark black and what Graham considered ostentatious, as they entered they were surprised to see a woman there already, immediately offering them a beer, wine, spirits, whatever they wanted, while wearing nothing more than a pair of gold shorts and a barely present bra. What the fuck sort of study was this?

Taking a beer, Graham and Noel sat as far away from the woman who gave her name as Mercedes as possible, while Rayne immediately started flirting with her. Noel and Rayne seemed almost opposites, Noel was a tall, solid black guy who looked late thirties, his nature and words quite gentle as they chatted, while Rayne appeared to be barely twenty, around five foot five, slim, white, and incredibly loud and brash. They spent about five minutes talking and getting to know each other as the limo travelled slowly through the Vegas traffic before, finally, Damien asked for quiet.

"Okay," he spoke in a loud Texan accent, "so you're all here to take part in a study about free will. You're aware that there's only ten men taking part, meaning you're all very lucky indeed, because there's two hundred and fifty women taking part, and this study isn't just about free will." He paused as Rayne cheered at the ratio of male to female. "Yes, that's all good, but it gets better. The study is about free will, for you, but for the ladies, it's about free use. For the next week, every single woman in the experiment has to do exactly what you say, which includes menial tasks, but also sexual ones. Whatever you say, they do." Even Rayne was silent at this, so shocked were us all. "For example, Mercedes, take off your top." Instantaneously, she unhooked the bra, her small but perky nipples staring us all in the face. "Start touching yourself," Damien commanded, and immediately she twisted her own nipples before her fingers slid under her shorts, shortly beginning to moan and gasp as she visibly filled her cunt with her own fingers.