In a desperate attempt to save the planet, the female president decides to make martial law takes place and women lose their rights to choose a mate, use contraceptives, and wear clothes.

Chapter 8: Maria and Emily visit Chris

Chris stands up to see who is knocking on his door, as he turns down the sound on the television.

"Who is it?" he calls out, padlocking the door. "It's your friend Maria from down the hall," she replies, her voice playful, yet teasing. Chris's brows furrow, loathing the way she use the word 'friend', as he had been wanting to sleep with her for years. He unlocks the door, swinging it open to find Maria standing naked, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders, her olive skin glowing under the hallway lights. She leans against the doorframe, her hands placed on her hips, a smirk playing on her lips. "Didn't you hear the new rules, Chris?" she asks, her eyes flicking down to her body, then back up to meet his gaze.

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Chris leans against the doorway, his eyes traveling quickly over her form, taking in her nakedness for the first time. "Well, yeah," he replies, his voice tinged with surprise and a hint of awe. "I'm surprised you're in such good spirits. I mean, I saw what happened out there. I wouldn't have blamed you if you were hiding under the bed right now." Maria chuckles, her shoulders rising and falling slightly. "Oh, I freaked out at first, don't get me wrong," she says, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and disbelief. She gestures to the hallway, her eyes following the path her tossed clothes had taken. "I mean, these guys just

pulled off my jeans and panties and tossed them into the hallway like I was some...some piece of garbage. I didn't even know what was happening." She shudders at the memory, her face contorting briefly in disgust. Just then, there's a soft knock at Chris's door, and he turns to see another familiar face—Emily Johnson, his other secret crush, standing there naked, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and fear.

"Maria," Emily says, her voice barely above a whisper, "I saw what happened. I was in my pajamas to my apartment when the National Guard grabbed me. They tore off my clothes and took turns with me. I heard you next door and saw your clothes in the hallway". Chris's jaw drops, his eyes widening in disbelief as he takes in the sight of his two secret crushes, both completely naked and shaken by the ordeal they've just been through. But they recovered.

Maria, her voice stronger, asked, "Chris, will you go to the corner market for us? I'm starving, but I don't want to risk going out there again. You know how men can get." She winked at him playfully, her hands still resting on her hips.

Emily, seeing her cue, chimed in with a soft laugh, her cheeks still flushed. "I'm famished. Besides, I don't think I can face another round of... 'inclusivity' without some sustenance." She bit her lip, her eyes sparkling with a mix of fear and mischief. Chris's heart pounded in his chest as he took in the sight of the two women before him, their playful banter and teasing smiles sending a jolt of desire through him.

He knew he should be focusing on the horror of their situation, but the raw, primal attraction between them was undeniable. "Okay, I'll be back soon," he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. "When I return, maybe the three of us can watch TV together in my apartment. You know, try to take our minds off things, at least for a little while." Maria's expression suddenly shifted, her eyes narrowing as she placed a hand on her hip. "Chris, you're just like the other men, aren't you?" she retorted, her voice sharp. Chris's brows furrowed in confusion, taken aback by her sudden change in demeanor. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice tinged with defensiveness. Maria's lips curled into a playful smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Just kidding, Chris," she said, her voice softening. "Of course, we will. Right, Emily?"

Emily, her cheeks still flushed, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, sure," she said, her voice a soft whisper. "It's nice to get close to a guy I actually know, you know? Especially after... after what happened."

Chris blinked, his brows furrowing in confusion as he tried to process the sudden shift in their conversation. "Wait, what?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "You mean, you guys want to... hang out, here, together?"

Maria chuckled, her hand reaching out to push him lightly in the chest. "Relax, Chris," she said, her voice playful. "We're just looking for a little distraction, that's all. Something to take our minds off
... everything," Maria said, her voice softening as she looked up at Chris, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and vulnerability.

Chris's heart pounded in his chest as he took in the sight of the two women before him, their bodies bare and inviting, their eyes filled with a hunger that mirrored his own. He knew he should be treading carefully, should be mindful of the horror they had just been through, but the raw, primal attraction between them was undeniable.

"Okay," he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him.

"Let's get you two inside before someone else takes notice." He opened the door wider, letting the women slip past him into the apartment. As they passed, he couldn't help but admire their bodies, the gentle curve of their hips, the soft swell of their breasts. His cock twitched in his pants.

Emily looked around the apartment, her eyes taking in the comfortable couch, the large TV, the worn but cozy furniture. She seemed to relax a little, some of the tension leaving her shoulders.

"Look, we're not hungry for food exactly. Not after what just happened," Maria said, her voice barely above a whisper. She glanced at Emily, who nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, I think we just need... comfort. Distraction. Something to make us feel normal again," Emily added, her cheeks still flushed with a mix of embarrassment and defiance.

Chris nodded, understanding their need for comfort and closeness. He knew he had a chance, an opening they were offering him. He could wait, be patient, and let them guide the pace.

"I get it. I'm starving, but I think I can find something that'll fit the bill," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. He knew he was guaranteed a lay, but he wouldn't push it. He wanted them to want him, to come to him willingly.

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