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Residential Dreaming

The other residents had all gone up to the rooftop, in an excited, party-ready mob. Alicia alone waited in in the lobby of their luxury apartment complex, hovering nervously by the reception desk. She should’ve gone up with the others. She knew that. But she still simply couldn’t bring herself to do it.

The middle-aged receptionist gave her a kindly look. “Some iced water, dear? You look stressed. Perhaps a little champagne, to take the edge off?”

Alicia shuddered. If she joined the rest of her neighbors on the roof, there’d be plenty champagne. All she had to do was get in the special corner elevator, press the red button, and...enjoy.

If only.

She tamped down a wave of panic and glanced frantically to the etched-glass lobby doors.

“Don’t worry,” the receptionist crooned. “Mr. Oakes will be here soon and help you. You know he always does. Our residents’ comfort is his top priority.”

“Right.” Alicia worried her hands into fists. The business manager, Mr. Oakes, or Dennis, as he insisted the building’s tenants call him, did always help. But he wouldn’t be happy about this.

Her heart picked up as he finally walked in from the street. His firm, heavy footsteps clicked against the perfect marble floors. Alicia flushed and stared at her clasped hands, barely able to meet his eyes.

“Alicia.” There was no trace of anger in his smooth voice, just quiet disappointment. “Alicia, Alicia...what are we going to do with you?”

“I’m sorry!” she blurted. “I just can’t. Please. Just...make me do it. I can’t do it on my own.”

Dennis sighed and patted her shoulder. She tried not to wince, but failed. He sighed again.

“You know, our HOA rules say we can’t torment tenants,” he pointed out. “If you’re uncomfortable, you can move. We’ll be happy to give you a good reference for your next landlord.”

“No!” Alicia gave him a pleading look. “I don’t want to move. I like it here. You know I do. I just...”

She trailed off, unable to go on. She did like living at Residential Dreaming...most of the time. Where else in the city would she find a modern, fully-staffed, rent-controlled place with endless amenities, an amazing community of like-minded, intelligent young professionals, and every comfort one could dream up? Her marketing job paid well, but she’d need to own a Fortune 500 to afford a similar setup anywhere outside ResDream. For only a membership fee lower than rents in the cheapest part of town, she lived liek a queen. It really was a dream.

If only the housing contracts didn’t have...a quirk.

“Just do your thing,” she mumbled to Dennis, “and make me go up there and everything will be fine.”

“Will it?”

“It’s in the contract!” she blurted. “Assistance is available for the social hour rotations, if a tenant asks for it.”

Dennis raised an eyebrow. “I know. But the other tenants haven’t requested assistance in months. You, my dear, are the last holdout. You truly find no fun in social hour?”

She did not. Alicia sighed. “Look, just work your magic on me, and I’ll do my part and not have to worry about it for another month.”

Thank goodness the building had dozens of apartments. Social hours happened weekly, but everyone’s name only came up in the rotation once a month. Sort of like...rent.

If rent involved the oldest currency known to humankind.

Dennis gave her a long, evaluating look. “Very well. Let’s go to my office.”

With a hand on her back, he guided her down a side corridor to his large, well-lit office that smelled of oranges and cinnamon. Dennis was an avid fan of the downstairs bakery, and every morning they delivered a fresh platter to his cherrywood desk by the window.

He picked up a scone and bit into it as he walked around the desk. With his free hand, he touched this thumb to the top of a drawer, causing it to slide open.

“Are you certain you wouldn’t rather try social hour on your own?” he asked Alicia. “I promise it’s enjoyable.”

“I don’t enjoy being cheap entertainment,” muttered Alicia. His displeased look made her wince. “Sorry. That was...sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“Well, we do value honesty.” Dennis removed a small electronic device from the drawer, no larger than a thumbnail. Seeing it made Alicia shiver; but relief ran through her, too. In a minute, this would all be done. She never remembered much after Dennis got out the damned thing; it was as though she blinked, and she was back in her nice apartment taking a leisurely shower.

If she tried not to think about what happened in those hours she couldn’t remember, it was almost...ideal.

Dennis frowned. “Do try not to look as though you’re going to the guillotine.” He put down his half-eaten scone and wiping his hand on the serviette next to the platter. “Turn around, please.”

Alicia shivered slightly as he moved her long hair out of the way, exposing the back of her neck. Her inability to see him moving behind left her feeling vulnerable. She knew what would happen, of course, but she’d still have liked to be able to anticipate the timing of it.

“Last chance,” he coaxed. “Social hour is a lot more fun without guided assistance.”

“No, thanks. Bring on the brainwashing.”

“Shh,” Dennis chided. “You know we don’t call it that.”

She scoffed. “Might as well call it what it—”

Alicia lost her train of thought abruptly.

It was as though the sound inside her head suddenly went off, like someone had hit the mute button. There was simply...nothing there.

She breathed out. Distantly, she was aware that a room existed around her, that her body was in an upright position, that time and space existed and she did not simply float in a silent void. But none of that information mattered. There was nothing in her head except placid waiting.

“How do you feel?” said Dennis. His voice echoed inside her empty head.

“Fine.” Alicia’s own voice sounded foreign to her ears. “Calm. Docile. Blank—”

“Good.” He brushed her hair back into place. “As always, don’t let anyone touch the back of your hair; you will need to return here to have the device safely removed, once the party has ended. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” The word came out automatically, then her mind settled back into docile blankness, with only his commands echoing in it. She would not let anyone touch the back of her hair. She would return here to have the device safely removed, once the party ended. She understood. She would not let anyone touch the back of her hair. She would return here to have the device safely removed, once the party ended. She—

“You will join the social hour, engage in conversation, be fun and outgoing, and treat everyone in a friendly manner,” Dennis ordered. “You will enjoy any activities proposed to you, and you will behave in a way consistent with the Residential Dream policies. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Turn around.”

She did. The warm-toned wall she had been staring at vanished, replaced with the rest of Dennis’ office and with Dennis himself, standing before her. She blinked, and the contours of everything she saw became fuzzy. Then her memory of what she saw became fuzzy, too. Then, she forgot she saw anything at all. She forgot she had turned around. All she knew was she would not let anyone touch the back of her hair. She would return here to have the device safely removed, once the party ended. She would join the social hour, engage in conversation, be—

“Good.” Dennis tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. His warm breath tickled her cheek. She forgot the sensation as soon as she felt it.

“I’m going to do something new this time,” he said. “Just to see if this will persuade you to more fully commit to our community here, without my needing to do this every month. Okay?”

“Okay.” Her vision blurred as he stepped back, then adjusted. She did not move as he playfully tapped her nose.

“Gotta think how to phrase this,” he hummed. “The device won’t allow you to store or access memories beyond what’s necessary to obey commands... But I think we can work around it. Hm. Alright.” He cleared his throat. “Alicia, when I say ‘now’, you’ll remember everything about your life. You’ll be able to all your access memories and knowledge, and hold a conversation with me as though you were awake. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“You’ll also be able to pay attention to what we talk about, and to process it as though you weren’t wearing the device. Your mind will function as it does when you are awake, even though you will still remain under the influence of the device. Is that clear?”

“Yes.”

“Now,” said Dennis, and information flooded Alicia, like water filling an empty pool. She stumbled, and he caught her elbow to keep her upright.

“Wha...” She moaned, pressing her palms to her ears. “Wha’rrre you doin...?”

“Showing you what you’re missing.” Dennis caught her as she tried to make her way to the door. “Don’t run. Don’t panic. Everything’s alright.”

Alicia swayed in his grip. Her mind told her everything was not alright—but at the same time her heartrate slowed. Her panic receded. Everything was alright.

Everything was not alright!

Everyhing was—

She moaned again, and Dennis helped her to a chair.

“Okay, calm down. These new commands aren’t frightening. Your mind can make them work.” He patted her shoulder as she doubled over the armrest. “Sorry about that. Never tried this awake-while-being-assisted thing.”

Alicia shook her head. The motion made her nauseous. “What are you doing?” Her tone came out calmer than she’d expected. “This isn’t how it’s supposed to work.”

“No, I’m supposed to wind you up like a good little doll and send you up to entertain our guests. But I’m wondering if your recalcitrance to cooperate without the assistance device is because you don’t know how fun social hour is. So I’m going to let you remember it.”

“I don’t want to remember it! I know just what it is.” Her neighbors always praised the damned parties. “I don’t find it fun to offer myself up on a platter to old creeps I’ve never met. Use the device like it’s meant to be used, turn off my mind, and let’s get this done.”

She glared at Dennis, who’d backed away from the chair and was watching her thoughtfully.

“Your refusal to fully engage with our community practices is irritating the higher-ups, my dear. They’ve asked me to troubleshoot. So that’s what I’m doing. We’ll see how remaining aware during today’s social hour impacts your overall agreeableness, and then I’ll decide whether to let you keep the memories or try again next week.”

Alicia gaped. “. Again?! How many times have you tried this, exactly? And wait—next week? My rotation won’t be for another month.”

“True. But the sooner we persuade you, the better. A quick solution will impress the bosses. Big raise for me.” He winked. “It’s not all about you, darling Alicia. But don’t worry, you won’t remember the rotation changes. You never do. Sit,” he said, as she shot to her feet. “And quit scowling. It’s not a pretty look. Try smiling.”

She was back in the chair before she even knew it, her face arranging itself into a smile.

Dennis chuckled. “I may be allowing you the illusion of free thought, dear, but you’re still wearing the device. Which makes you my pretty little empty-headed doll. You’re only able to think because I commanded it. And I can override that command at any point.”

“You’re crazy.” She couldn’t even raise her voice. It stayed calm, and her face remained fixed in that damned smile. “This isn’t in the contract. I never agreed to this. I’ll sue.”

Dennis laughed. “Will you? That’ll be something. But perhaps you’ll change your mind if you enjoy tonight. So, to that end...here are two more instructions: first, any time someone touches you, you’ll get aroused. The more you’re touched, the more aroused you’ll get. Second: you won’t be able to climax unless it’s with one of our guests.”

She gasped again. “That’s horrifying! What are you doing? Stay away from me.” She leaned away as he approached, but, having been commanded to sit, she couldn’t leave the chair.

Dennis trailed a hand down her shoulder, over the collar of her white business shirt. Alicia cried out as heat shot up between her legs.

“Seems like it’s working.” He grinned and caught her hands as she tried to bat at him. “Calm down. Don’t fight. I don’t want you to get injured.”

The fight drained out of her at once. Her hands hung limp in his grip. But the arousal didn’t fade—oh, no. The longer he held on to her, the higher it climbed, until her body almost bucked under the need.

“Stop!” she cried out. “Please! I—I can’t—please, Dennis! Stop!”

He let go and she arched desperately in the chair, hands flying to her crotch. She didn’t even think about this presence, about the inappropriateness of it all: she just tore at the belt of her elegant pants until she could touched her pussy, and she rubbed, frantic to slake the demanding lust...

“Argh!!”

Dennis laughed. “Remember, dear: only our guests can bring you to climax.”

“Fix it!” she demanded, still rubbing her leaking pussy. The arousal burned through her, having plateaued, but nothing she did eased it. “Please! I can’t—I can’t do anything like this!”

“Sure you can: you can go up to the roof, and find someone to fix it for you.” Dennis walked to tall dressed on the opposite wall and pulled out a short, strapless black dress. “Stop playing with yourself and put this on. Our guests expect a party, and your outfit looks like you’re about to give them a powerpoint presenation on stock trends.”

Alicia all but tore out of her slacks and blouse, and she tugged on the tight dress in a rush. When she realized she couldn’t zip it up, she screamed in frustration.

“Don’t touch me again,” she begged Dennis. “I’ll go crazy. Please—aaargh!”

“Don’t move.” He pulled the dress properly into place and began zipping it up the back, trailing teasing fingers down Alicia’s skin as he did so. Unable to move, by his command, she screamed. Every one of his touched seared through her, soaking her world with mad lust.

He laughed when he was done. “Good thing the office is sound proof. You can move again—oof.”

Alicia lunged at him, her hands tugging at the crotch of his pants. “Please,” she gasped, rubbing herself against him, “I need—I’ll—do anything—please—”

“No. Don’t move.” Dennis laughed again at her frustrated snarl. “Dial down the enthusiasm a little; our guests like the siren, not the banshee. Don’t act totally unhinged until it’s time to climax. Shh, quiet now.” He put a finger to her lips as she babbled more pleas, and Alicia moaned, falling to her knees, eyes rolling into her head.

The need, a deep-red, hot hunger, overtook her completely. All she wanted was to climax. All she needed, all she could think of—

“Stand,” said Dennis, and she found herself on her feet, her pelvis thrusting back and forth desperately. “You’ll go up to the roof now and join the party. Feel free to take your enjoyment as you wish, as long as you make sure our guests enjoy it just as much. Once the party is done, you’ll return to this office, and we’ll evaluate.”

Alicia sprinted to the corner elevator, her body burning with need. She had to climax. She had to find a guest to take care of it. She had to—

The elevator doors opened to show the rooftop, verdant and well-lit, a hundred of her neighbors milling about, scantily-clad, dancing and swimming and drinking and laughing with maybe half as many guests in dark tuxedos.

A few waved to her, smiling, and some of those who’d drawn waitstaff duty approached to offer her drink flutes or other delights. But Alicia had no time for that.

She found the closest guest, an aging man that looked like he might’ve once been a boxer, his tall, brawny frame now given over to paunchiness.

“I need you to touch me,” she said with her best smile. “Would you like that?”

He laughed and slapped a hand to her ass. Heat seared through her again. Alicia moaned and rubbed her breasts against his sweaty form.

“More,” she gasped. “Please.” She tugged him toward one of the many private areas, surrounded by luxuriant shrubbery that guarded the soft couches, swings, and toys from curious eyes. But the man tugged back.

“I like an audience,” he grinned, and he nodded toward one of the lounge areas in plain sight.

“Yes.” Alicia began tearing at his shirt. “Anything you want. Please. Just fuck me. Please—”

He laughed again and slid a hand between her legs, and she gave their audience a primal, lust-mad scream.