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...

The tram is crowded with people, jostling and bumping against each other as it careens through the city. Your eyes slide over everyone around you, cataloguing bodies, assessing their desires, wondering which one of them would be the perfect target for your Free Use. You look to your left...a young woman in a tight black dress is laughing too loudly with her friends, not paying attention to anyone else on board. To your right...an elderly man dozes off, his head tilted against the window, vulnerable and unsuspecting. Or there's always the couple sharing an intimate glance across the aisle, their fingers occasionally brushing as they read over each other's shoulders...the possibilities are endless, and now it's up to you.

The couple is startled by your approach. Your ex's face blanches as she recognizes you, and her boyfriend tenses up beside her. "Um...hey," she says tentatively, looking over at him for support. You can tell that they were deep in conversation before you interrupted them, but now the air between them has gone cold. "What do you want?" she asks, eyes narrowing suspiciously.

You pull out your Free Use License and show it to her, grinning confidently. The card glints in the light of the tram, catching her eye. Her expression shifts from annoyance to surprise as she takes in what you're showing her. "I...see," she stammers, looking at your license again and then back up at you. "Well, I guess this changes things."

Her boyfriend, finally realizing the gravity of the situation, stands up to confront you. "What do you think you're doing?" he demands, placing himself between you and your ex. You can see anger and fear warring in his eyes.

The boyfriend glances at your ex, then back at you. He takes a step closer, hands curling into fists at his sides. "Well, if it comes to that, I'm not going down without a fight," he says, his voice tight with anger. "I won't let her be used like this!"

Your ex puts a hand on his arm, trying to calm him. She looks conflicted, clearly torn between loyalty to her boyfriend and the desire to obey the law. You can see she's nervous but aroused as well; her breath quickens and her cheeks flush red. "It's...complicated," she whispers to you.

The tension in the air is palpable, electric. Any second now, things could escalate into a physical confrontation. The question remains: what do you want to happen next?

You lean in close to your ex, taking advantage of the distraction as the officer leads her boyfriend off the tram. "Well, you were saying...?" you ask, breath hot against her ear. Her body shudders with a quiet moan and she arches into you, pressing herself against your hard length. The rest of the passengers around you seem oblivious to what's going on, lost in their own conversations or staring at tiny screens.

You move to sit down next to her, sliding an arm around her shoulders as she snuggles close. "We could...go somewhere more private," she whispers, glancing up at you from beneath long lashes. "Or we could just do it here..."

The tram continues to sway and jerk along its track as you seize your ex by the throat, thrusting her body up against the seat before you. Her eyes go wide with shock and fear, but there's an unmistakable hint of arousal in the way she shudders under your touch. Your arm tightens around her shoulders, making it difficult for her to breathe, as you force yourself deeper between her legs.

Her moans become more frantic as she struggles weakly against you, her fingers scrabbling at your arm. But it only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through you both. The rest of the passengers are either ignoring what's happening or feigning ignorance, lost in their own worlds and oblivious to the act being committed right before their eyes.

You push yourself harder into her, using your hold on her throat to control the pace and intensity of your thrusts. Her body arches with a scream that's muffled against the crook of your elbow as she comes beneath you. For several heart-pounding moments, you remain locked together, the two of you gasping for air and trying to steady your racing hearts.