It arrived in the mail last week, in an envelope stamped with the official seal of the Department of Human Proliferation. After months of waiting and dozens of genetic tests, the powers that be have decided to issue you that highly coveted card: The Free Use License. This little laminated card grants you right to fuck anyone you want, anywhere you want, any way you want. With the full power of the law behind you. The only restriction is that you cannot use birth control of any kind. The Free Use License is sitting in your pocket, ready to be pulled out whenever you want. All you have to do is figure out where you want to start...

Your stepsister answers the phone with a mixture of curiosity and excitement in her voice. "What is this about?" she asks cautiously. You explain that you've received the Free Use License, and she starts to chuckle nervously. "Of course I knew about it," she says, her voice taking on a seductive tone as she continues, "But I never thought I'd see one of those up close." She pauses for a moment, obviously considering the implications. "So... what are you planning to do with it?"

Your stepsister audibly gasps into the phone, her breath becoming ragged as she tries to compose herself. "Well," she says slowly, "I'd like to be your first." She pauses, gathering courage before adding with a sultry whisper, "Right here and now. If you want."

Do you accept your stepsister's offer?

Your stepsister giggles slightly at your observation, then her expression grows serious again. "I know," she says quietly. "And I'm not happy about it either. But... if you can make me forget about him for a little while..." She trails off, obviously wrestling with her desires and her loyalty to her husband.

There is an awkward silence on the line as both of you weigh your options. The power of the Free Use License is enticing, but so too are the complexities of human relationships. What will you say or do next?

Your stepsister sighs audibly into the phone, sounding both relieved and disappointed at your decision. "I understand," she says quietly. "But just remember... if you ever change your mind..." She trails off suggestively, leaving the rest unsaid. After a moment's silence, she clears her throat and adds with forced cheerfulness, "Well then, let me know when you find someone else to have fun with. I'll be interested to hear about it."

The connection clicks off, leaving you holding your phone and contemplating the Free Use License in your hand. You wonder how many others out there are just as eager to make use of theirs...

You arrive at the bridal salon, hoping to find someone willing to make use of your license and benefit from your Free Use. Your stepsister's words echo in your mind as you scan the store, assessing each potential partner's readiness to take the plunge into a no-holds-barred sexual adventure with you.

The owner of the bridal salon, a middle-aged woman named Maggie, looks you up and down carefully before responding. "Well now, young man," she says with a hint of amusement in her voice, "I'm not sure this is quite the sort of establishment you were hoping to work for."

Her eyes travel to your Free Use License, and a speculative glint appears in them. After a moment's consideration, she shrugs. "You're here now, and I could use some extra help. But," she adds sternly, "I expect you to keep that thing under wraps while you're on the clock."

Maggie nods in agreement and hands you a name tag with your new title on it: "Alright then, let's see what you've got. You can start by unpacking those boxes over there." She points to a pile of cardboard boxes labeled 'Bridesmaid Dresses'. With a wide grin, she adds under her breath, "And don't forget your uniform."

As the first bride-to-be enters the store, you can't help but smile to yourself. The power of your Free Use License hangs heavily in the air, and every woman who crosses your path seems to feel its alluring pull. You carefully select a suit from the staff uniforms and make your way over to assist the newcomer. As you guide her through the rows of elegant gowns, you can't help but wonder which one of them will eventually end up on your own bed...

The bride-to-be tries on the dress you've suggested and immediately lights up with joy. Her hands flutter to her chest as she spins around in front of the mirror, taking in the delicate lace and intricate beading. "Oh my god," she breathes, "it's perfect!"

You watch her carefully from the sidelines, noticing how her breasts rise and fall with each deep breath, how her hips sway whenever she turns too quickly... This moment feels almost surreal, like you're in a dream where anything is possible.