He awoke as her alarm went off. It was time for work. She got out of the bed, turned off her alarm, and went to the shower. He watched her leave the room and listened to her go into the bathroom and start the shower. He closed his eyes to go back to sleep. After five minutes, he realized that he had to pee. He wouldn’t go in there while she was in the shower, so to burn time he played a game on his phone. Probably a bad decision because this would inevitably wake him up too much and make it harder for him to go back to sleep, but he did it anyway. After about ten more minutes he heard the shower turn off, and her walking out of the room. He got up and went to the bathroom to handle his business. After washing his hands, he walked to the kitchen to grab some water. On his way back he stopped to look at her while she was putting an oil mixture on her skin. They were both naked. She was standing in another bedroom they had converted into a closet, near the dresser. There were a couple racks to hang clothes they had put together, along with a dresser for underwear and other delicates. She was just starting to finish putting on the oil and was rubbing it in one final time. He walked over to her and hugged her from behind. She smelled sweet, like orange chocolate, and her skin was soft and slick. He kissed her neck. His hips were pressed against her back, his hands were around her stomach. They went and grabbed her breast as he continued kissing her neck. She let out a little moan and said “baby, I have to get work”. He knew this of course. She worked a 9 to 5 and it was 8:15. He also knows that she doesn’t like to go to work smelling like sex. She feels like everyone else will smell it on her, and it is possible that someone would recognize the smell amongst her scented lotion and perfume. He was trying his luck. Seeing her naked, glossed over body struck a chord in him, and he wanted to see if she would return the note. “I know, you’re just so sexy”, he replied, still grabbing her breasts and kissing her neck. She could feel him getting hard against her booty. She was starting to get turned on herself. A part of her wanted to stay, a part of her wanted to continue getting ready for work. He doesn’t make moves against her often, it had been a while actually. She normally takes charge of the sex as the aggressor. He likes it that way because he knows she’s into it then. But she still likes it when he makes a move on her sometimes. And here he was, making a move on her at a bad time. Dick rock hard, balls probably filled with sperm, basically drooling at the mouth. She was starting to drool a little bit at the mouth too, and elsewhere. With one hand on her breast, he slowly moved his other hand from her breast down to her stomach, down further to her pubic hair. He didn’t know if she would let him go this far. Typically, she’ll let him do everything but touch her there if she’s not ready. When she’s not ready it’ll tickle instead of feeling good. He was going to try his luck anyway, prepared for the rejection, but he had to at least try. To his surprise, she opened her legs a bit, letting his hands go far down enough for his fingers to touch her clit. She moaned and turned her neck around to kiss him. They kissed while he massaged her breast with one hand and her clit with the other. She opened her legs further. He moved his hand down towards her opening and felt that she was wet. He moved her wetness from there up to her clit. Continuing this motion, he rubbed her up and down for about a minute. She moaned as she kissed him. This was the first time in a while that he was turning her on without her really doing anything to supplement him. She wasn’t using a vibrator, she wasn’t fantasizing about past sex with him or one of her favorite porn videos. He was warming her up by himself and she was loving it. He was loving it too. She could feel him precuming against her butt. He was ready for action, and by now, so was she. She turned towards him and they began kissing and hugging. Her breasts pressed against his chest, his hands went from her middle back to her bottom, grabbing her ass aggressively, yet sensually. His dick rubbed against her clit now that they were face to face, stroking her as his fingers did earlier. She put her leg up, he grabbed it and held her close. Grabbing his dick, she began putting it inside of her, he bent his knees a bit for positioning, straightening them once he entered her. They both moaned and kissed each other as they stood their humping. His stomach grinded against her clit, and he was hitting her G-spot from the angle they were in. She could hardly continue standing it felt so good. They continued kissing, but it was more like they were moaning in each other’s mouths with an occasional kiss. She locked her hands around his neck. He felt her weakness and grabbed her other leg to pick her up. She jumped into him to help. With both legs crossed around his lower back, she grinded against him. She always fantasized about this position, but never thought she would do it. The excitement overtook her and in less than a minute she was feeling the orgasm coming. She squeezed her legs around his back and her arms around his neck, dug her face deep into his shoulder. Her entire body shook with each grind as she became closer to orgasm. “I’m coming” she almost yelled as she dug her fingernails into his back. He could feel her gushing down his dick. Now his knees were starting to get weak as he was getting close to coming himself. Still digging her fingernails into his back and filled with passion from her orgasm, she began kissing his neck up to his lips. She kissed him firmly, as if she wanted to push her mouth into his, while also grinding fiendishly. As he came he grabbed her tightly, breaking away from their kiss to grit his teeth from the intensity of the orgasm. His legs were even weaker now, but he stood their firm nonetheless. They stood there for a moment, kissing and then laughing gently. She got down from him one leg at a time. He popped out of her still hard when she backed away from him, pulling him out. She bent down to taste herself on him, he moaned and jerked in pleasure. After she wiped her mouth, she went to the bathroom to refresh a bit. It was now 8:30. He smacked her butt, she smacked his back, and he walked back to bed, resuming his sleep.
The car pulls into a parking spot across from the bank. Two men are in the car. The man driving loads a fully automatic assault rifle and a side pistol. The passenger inserts a full clip into his automatic shotgun. They don’t seem nervous at all. They look at each other grinning and say, “let’s go give it to them”. They swing their doors open, the driver swings the strap of the assault rifle around his shoulder, the passenger cocks his shotgun. No one is around to see them enter the bank. The driver opens the bank door and quickly disarms the security guard, all it took was a look at the firepower in his arms for the security guard to take his pistol, put it on the floor, and kick it towards the passenger. This was done so quietly that the customers didn’t even notice. The passenger takes the security guard’s pistol and fires a shot into the air. Everyone is alarmed and he has everyone’s attention. He yells “Everyone put your hands out, this is a charity!”. They all scream and began panicking, running into each other and looking for escape routes. The driver fires another shot in the air, “next person that moves gets one in their head!”. Everyone froze. “Line up, everyone where I can see them, with your hands out”, the driver said calmly. The passenger yelled “hey, get your hands out of your pocket!” while pointing his shotgun at a banking customer. He took his hands out of his pockets, trembling, and held them out. Some people were crying by this time, and others were consoling them. The passenger took off his backpack and threw it to the driver. He unzipped it, reached in, and pulled out one stack of hundred-dollar bills equaling one grand. He gave it to the first person, looked at them menacingly, and said “here’s a stack for you”. Then he continued down the line “here’s a stack for you, here’s one for you, and you” and so on. His tone was like he was telling them he was going to kill their family, looking at them with piercing eyes through his ski mask. Next in line was a mom and her little girl, maybe 5 years old. She was crying and hugging her mother. Her mother was crying too, saying to the driver “please don’t hurt us”. The driver smiled and said, “I don’t want to hurt you, and I won’t, just give me your hand”. She cried as she let one hand go of her daughter and stretched it out towards the driver. He grabbed her hand, rubbed the outside of it gently, turned it over so that her palm faced upwards, and laid a stack in it. “Now for the girl” he said. The mother quickly grabbed the girl tight saying, “no not her, give it to me instead!”. But the driver insisted by putting his hand on his weapon. The mother wiped her face of tears, then looked at her daughter in her face. “You have to be brave now honey, just stretch out your hands towards the man and everything will be ok”. The mom turned the girl around towards the man, and the girl stretched out both of her hands, cupping them like she was getting ready to splash water on her face. The driver smiled, grabbed the girl’s hands, rubbed them gently, and laid a stack in the middle. Sirens in the background were getting louder. The driver began moving quicker, handing out stacks to people at twice the speed he was before. The passenger yelled to the driver “We’ve got to go man!”. But it was too late, “Come out with your hands up!”. The two came out with their hands up and the police rushed inside. They found the weapons and the backpack full of money, arrested the two, and hauled them off in police cars. “It was terrible, they were handing out stacks to everyone!” cried one witness when giving her statement.
You see, in this world, paper money was outlawed. The rise of digital currency, often referred to as “credits” was the new money. There were all different types of digital money, various coins mined digitally. Each coin obtained is automatically converted into its respectable amount of credits. “Bitcoin” being one of the first digital currencies had a high conversion value, while Jcoin had a low conversion value. The ratio was 100 to 1. So, anyone found with paper money was immediately arrested for contraband. The government was enforcing digital currency as the only way to make purchases. They started doing this as soon as the value of the dollar plummeted a few years ago. Then they discovered that it was easier to track purchases when they are made digitally. There became no such thing as not leaving a paper trail, every purchase was documented. Granted, the coin exchanges and mining histories were still not traceable, but whatever was done with that money could be traced. If you were found with money, it meant that you were trying to be incognito and therefore, up to no good. Some underground criminal enterprises accepted the dollar still, to keep their transactions off the digital books. The dollar became exclusive to arms deals, drug exchanges, and prostitution. Actually, there was an entire underground community that sold items purchased by the dollar. Food, medicine, toys, and a lot of other household items could be bought for paper money if you knew the right person. “Charities” became a new form of criminal activity. A “giver” would walk in to a public place and give everyone a bunch of money with the intention of throwing the authorities off their tail. Most people would throw the money away, some would keep it in case it was worth something one day, others would, not wanting to throw it away due to nostalgia but also not wanting to necessarily keep it, find somewhere to spend it, or give it to someone who knew where to spend it. Being caught with paper money immediately put you under suspicion. The police would hold you for days while they went through all your movements for the past week. They trashed your home, interrogated your friends and family, and the event went on your permanent record. When the government found any paper money, they would burn it. Ultimately, they wanted to burn all the money. All investments, shares, and anything else that could be liquidated was converted into credits automatically. This was discovered once some millionaires began liquidating their assets, and being outraged to find credits in their account instead of money. The value of credits was not accepted in the beginning of the transition. Everyone wanted to horde as many dollars as they could, expecting them to become the central currency again. After a couple years passed and the dollar’s value fell even more, they just became relics of the past. Banks underwent a drastic change. There was no such thing as a paper credit. Credits were exclusively digital. However, money orders were still a thing, under the new name of credit money order of course. Same thing for wire transfers. Anything you could do with paper money could still be done, just with something called a credit voucher. These vouchers contained a barcode that could be scanned that revealed the amount of credits that were encoded into it. Once these vouchers were scanned, they could not be rescanned due to each one being randomly generated. Even though this was the electroconomy, some people were still old fashioned. They wanted to pay their bills in person, or make a withdrawal from a real person instead of a computer. Credit vouchers could be used to do just that. A customer could walk into a bank, request a withdrawal of a particular amount, and receive a credit voucher for that amount, take that voucher to someone they owed credits, and pay them using it. So, a lot of these vouchers were floating around, but they weren’t any good. They could be scanned to show how much they were worth, but they couldn’t be used again like the dollar could be. Banks vaults were filled with these vouchers, all categorized by names and accounts. This helped to serve as a sort of physical record of the transactions made by everyone in case something happened to the information in the cloud. Occasionally some would come in to try to deposit some dollars. They would have to prove that they had these dollars before the Great Transition or the security officer there would apprehend them. Proving this could be difficult. You had to either have a receipt of the transaction that dated pre-Great Transition or a bank statement showing that you made a withdrawal pre-Great Transition. If you signed up for electronic statements, this was easy. But if you had paper statements delivered to you in the mail every month, I hope you saved them, otherwise be prepared to say goodbye to all of that money. Being unable to prove you possessed this money pre-Great transition resulted in a forfeit of the money. Not many people tried to deposit the money into their accounts because the dollar wasn’t worth anything anymore. A one-dollar bill was now worth a penny. Unless you possessed millions of dollars, going through the trouble of proving you owned them pre-Great Transition wasn’t worth it. The government offered a credit-for-dollar exchange during the first year of the Great transition, where every dollar was worth one credit. Not taking advantage of that, expecting the Great Transition would fail, would be a mistake many would come to regret. |