Free Use Novels & Stories

Chapter– 0001 Sierra's POV It was a whole thing when free use went into effect, because it affected my family directly. Our house and property line fell in a free use zone, and it’s all that the news had been talking about for weeks. “I hope you’re ready, Sierra. You’re gonna find out first hand what a pervert I am.” he said, speaking confidently and laughing about it right in front of my mother. She wasn’t the type to disagree with him publicly, but I knew that she hated free use. I think it just bothered her seeing the way he started looking at me.

" Izzy asked. "Only with your father. With you two, I'm your free use slut." "As in the p**n movies?" I asked. "Yes. It means you can take me whenever you want. No matter what's happened in life, whether I'm menstruating, ill or in any way incapacitated. Whether I'm busy, flustered, emotional or happy, Frankie and you have the right to use me whenever the mood takes you." "So we can use you equally?" Izzy asked.

"Oh, my! Is that Mrs. Lundell inside? How did she die so suddenly? I'm sorry, Maddie." She then turned to look at Harvey and started acting coquettishly. "I really like that urn, Harv! Can you ask Maddie to give it to me? "The stray dog I had just died yesterday. It was so pitiful, so I want to use Mrs. Lundell's urn for it. Pretty please?" I looked at Nelly in disbelief. Harvey reached out to grab Mom's urn. "Give it to me. This urn is perfect for the ashes of a stray dog."

“But for you, I am free. You can use me however you want, but please don't discard me later. Just love me after.” “You're being cheesy.” “It doesn't matter. You're smiling right now, that's what's the matter.”

I pushed open the salon door and walked straight to the front desk. “Hi, I’m Jenna Vogel.” I showed them my ID. “Could you please print out the record of yesterday’s appointment change, today’s payment receipt, and the release form for that finished photo?” The receptionist froze for a moment, then checked my information and did as I asked. I took the papers from her. The release form stated that the photo would be used for the salon’s marketing. The model was listed as Bianca, but the payer and the phone number on the release were both mine.

Every year, the week before the statewide college entrance exams, I had my parents empty fifty rooms at our hotel and hold them for my classmates, free of charge. Then the scores came out, and our class president, Natalie Reed, had bombed hers. She led the whole class online and claimed our hotel had run construction in the middle of the night on purpose, just to keep her from getting into college. The post went viral. The hotel was reported until it was shut down. My parents lost every cent they had saved, and their hair went gray overnight. Through all of it, not one of the fifty classmates who had stayed in our hotel spoke up for us. Then I opened my eyes, and it was the week before

After I moved into my new apartment, my neighbor, Bianca Ferraro, started showing up at my door every evening for a free meal. I lived alone and always cooked more than I needed. For the sake of keeping the peace, I did not mind sharing. That changed one workday at 3:00 am, when someone pounded on my door and yelled, "Open up! My boyfriend's waiting at the bar downstairs. Make me a cheese platter and open a bottle of red wine. I need to bring it down." I opened the door, still half-asleep, and stared at Bianca standing in the hallway. "You're serious?" She rolled her eyes. "Don't act like it's such a big deal. It won't even take you that long." My temples throbbed. "I'm not your pers