Submit to Utopia

Submit to Utopia

Welcome to Utopia – You’re Going to Love It Here

When movie star Maria Rivera moves with her husband and teenage daughter to the secluded small town of Utopia, she hopes for a new beginning. But from the moment they arrive, something feels wrong. Everyone is friendly, and the women are all beautiful. The town’s leaders are powerful, its rules unspoken yet absolute, and its allure impossible to resist.

Welcome to Utopia – You’ll Feel Like a Whole New Person

As Maria struggles to fit into Utopia’s carefully curated perfection, she watches in horror as her daughter, Sofia, is pulled under the influence of Jodi -- a devoted and dangerously persuasive young woman who blurs the line between mentorship and seduction. The more Maria fights to keep Sofia close, the more the town turns against her, forcing Maria to question her own sanity, her desires, and the price of defiance.

Welcome to Utopia – You’ll Never Want to Leave

In a town where surrender is survival and pleasure masks control, Maria must decide: escape and lose her family forever, or submit and become the woman Utopia wants her to be.

Welcome to Utopia – You’re Never Going To Leave

Olivia Bond has had three bestsellers under another name. She is also the author of popular dark erotica novels Nympho Camp, The Domination Game, Hollywood Bound, and Captive Heat.

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Submit to Utopia

Olivia Bond

(For Adults Only)

CHAPTER ONE

Their first day in Utopia had started so well....

Maria Rivera guided her luxurious white Mercedes-Maybach S-class through the quaint streets of Utopia, the charming Gold Rush-era mountain town that would be their new home. Behind the wheel, Maria's snug t-shirt molded to her figure, accentuating every curve with a subtle allure that hinted at her confidence. Troy sat next to her, his muscular frame relaxed in faded jeans and a snug tee, his eyes taking in the breathtaking scenery around them.

The quaint buildings of Utopia passed by as she drove down Main Street, lined with historic Victorian homes that looked freshly painted, alongside charming shops including a florist, an art gallery, Utopia Wine and Cigar, Utopia Hair and Skin Care, and two dress shops. On side streets, she spotted the police and fire departments, city hall, the post office, and Utopia Water and Power. Mountains loomed in the distance, their peaks touching the clouds. The warm sunlight made everything sparkle and glow. A few couples were out walking their dogs. The air was crisp and clean, carrying the scent of pine and wildflowers on its gentle currents.

"Look at this place," Troy said. "It's like something out of a postcard. I bet the air is cleaner up here."

Maria nodded, dark hair fluttering around her striking features. "Mmm, and hopefully a lot more private, too. After the craziness in LA, it'll be nice to just blend in for once."

She glanced in the rearview mirror at Sofia slouched in the backseat, oblivious beneath her headphones. White leather hugged her daughter's lithe figure—cropped jacket, miniskirt, towering heels. Bold fashion for a bold new start, even if it seemed out of place in this small mountain town. Sofia was legally an adult now, so Maria had stopped commenting on her clothes, but she hoped her daughter would figure out how people dressed here.

As they cruised down Main Street, a few locals smiled and waved. The genuine small-town welcome both heartened and unnerved Maria. Would her fame follow her here? She craved the anonymity, to be just another face in the crowd. Yet, buried deep, a traitorous part of her still yearned for the spotlight's seductive glow. She was used to being the center of attention with her striking beauty and designer clothes, but she wondered how she would fit into this small town. Would she be accepted? Would people judge her for her lavish lifestyle?

Just beyond the nondenominational Utopia Community Church at the far end of town, Maria made a right turn onto Ironwood Drive and the road started climbing. After a few minutes, Troy pointed at a massive three-story Victorian off to their left. Maria turned up the long, meandering drive, dense pines casting dappled shadows across the hood of the Mercedes. Rounding the final bend, they pulled up in front of their sprawling mansion. It was perched atop a hill overlooking the pine forest and the town below.

She brought the car to a stop near the large moving truck parked out front, its rear and side doors flung open as workers carried furniture down ramps and up the front steps through the double doors into the house. Their personal assistant, Keke Holt, was monitoring the unloading as she marked items off a checklist on the clipboard she held. Whenever the movers walked behind her, they stole glances at her athletic body barely concealed by her spray-on red yoga pants and sports bra as she stood in the sunlight tanning her brown Polynesian skin. Originally from Hawaii, she had spent much of her twenty-four years outside, sunning, surfing, and running when she wasn’t at her job dancing the hula for tourists. When they had first interviewed Keke for the job as their personal assistant six years earlier, Troy had immediately been struck by the long brown hair that cascaded all the way down to her lower back. Maria had been concerned that Keke wouldn’t have sufficient time to work for them while studying for her bachelor’s degree in business at UCLA, but she had somehow managed it, and over the last six years Keke had become indispensable to keeping their lives running smoothly.

Off to the side of the moving truck sat Troy's cherished Ferrari 308 GTB in all its fire-engine-red glory.

"Ah, there's my baby!" Troy rubbed his hands together with glee. "I was hoping she'd beat us here. Nothing like a welcome committee to start things right."

Maria rolled her eyes fondly at his boyish exuberance and cut the engine. Troy hopped out to greet Keke and the movers while she twisted around to address Sofia.

"We're here, sweetie. Want to come check out the new digs with me?"

No response. Maria reached back and gently tugged off the headphones. Sofia blinked in confusion.

"C'mon, kiddo, up and at 'em. Time to start our new lives."

With an exaggerated sigh, Sofia grabbed her oversized designer handbag and extracted herself from the deep luxury of the rear seat. Standing by the car, she swept a critical gaze over the house, quirking a perfectly arched brow.

"Does it at least have a pool?" Her tone dripped with adolescent disdain.

"Yes, princess, there's a pool." Troy chuckled indulgently. "Have a little faith, will you?"

Maria shook her head as she rounded the car, smiling at the moving men in acknowledgment as they carted an antique desk past her. Keke flashed Maria a brilliant smile and gave her a thumbs-up gesture.

Maria touched Troy’s arm, prompting him to stop admiring his Ferrari and give her a big hug.

“Welcome to our new home. I hope you like it,” Troy said, looking deeply into her eyes.

“It’s beautiful. Better than the photos. And huge.”

“Are we still talking about the house?” Troy asked with a leering smile.

Maria kissed him and took a step back toward the Mercedes. "I'm off to scout the local supermarket. Have to fill up that gourmet kitchen, after all." She gestured at Sofia's retreating form. "Sofia, want to come help me pick out snacks?"

Her daughter merely jammed the headphones back on and sauntered after Troy, hips swaying in her heels.

"Guess that's a no, then," Maria muttered.

As she slid back behind the wheel, an odd sense of unease rippled through her, subtle but undeniable. The hair on her nape prickled as if someone watched from the shadows of the trees.

When she scanned the property, she saw only the ordinary hustle of moving day—dusty men hauling boxes, Keke directing traffic, Troy admiring the Ferrari, Sofia's bored silhouette in the massive front doorway as she stared into the cavernous foyer at the grand staircase beyond. With a deep breath, Maria pushed aside the unfounded disquiet and guided the Mercedes back down the serpentine drive.

Just new town jitters, she told herself firmly. Everything was fine. It had to be.

Their fresh start in picturesque Utopia stretched ahead, bright and unsullied. Here, they could leave behind the pandemonium and pressures of their old life to bask in the tranquil mountain charm.

***

Maria pulled into the Utopia Grocery store parking lot, her Mercedes gliding smoothly into a spot near the entrance. There were maybe forty cars in the parking lot, which surprised her since there were only about two hundred people living in Utopia, and a few hundred more down the road in Little Utopia where most of the workers lived. As she stepped out, the warm summer breeze caressed her skin, carrying with it the faint scent of pine and a hint of flowers.

She glanced around, taking in the scene before her, and immediately felt a wave of self-consciousness wash over her. The parking lot was filled with beautiful women, all of them dressed in revealing, sexy outfits and towering stiletto heels. Some even sported tiny bikinis that left little to the imagination, their tanned skin shining in the afternoon sun.

Maria looked down at her own casual moving clothes—jeans, tennis shoes, and a tight t-shirt—and couldn't help but feel out of place. She tugged at the hem of her shirt, suddenly wishing she had opted for something a bit more fashionable since this would be her first contact with the locals.

As she made her way toward the store entrance, Maria noticed that nearly all of the women had large breasts and perfectly sculpted bodies. It was as if she had stumbled into a gathering of Hollywood starlets or high-end escorts. Or maybe porn stars.

Two women, one in a red crop top and denim shorts that barely covered her ass, the other in a shimmering gold bikini top and nearly transparent sarong with nothing underneath, smiled and waved at Maria as she passed. She returned the gesture, a bit taken aback by their small-town friendliness and their skimpy attire.

Maybe there was a community pool party going on, or something similar. Considering some of the dresses she had won to awards shows, or outfits she’d worn in her movies, she wasn’t one to judge.

She grabbed a shopping cart and stepped through the automatic doors, immediately engulfed by the cool, air-conditioned atmosphere. The supermarket bustled with activity, the clacking of high heels against the polished floor mingling with the soft murmur of conversation and the occasional beep of the checkout counters.

Maria began to make her way down the aisles, the scent of fresh produce and baked goods wafting through the air. She couldn't help but notice that, once again, all of the shoppers were women, and they were all dressed like they were ready for a night out at an exclusive club, or a sex club, rather than a trip to the grocery store.

Tight dresses, low-cut tops made for display, and sky-high heels seemed to be the uniform of choice, with the occasional bikini thrown in for good measure. Maria felt like a fish out of water, her practical moving attire a stark contrast to the overt sexuality on view.

As she reached for a box of cereal, a woman in a skintight red dress and matching stilettos brushed past her, the scent of expensive perfume trailing in her wake. The woman smiled and waved at Maria, just as the others had done in the parking lot, but said nothing, seemingly focused on her own shopping.

Maria tried to strike up a conversation, hoping to gain some insight into the peculiar dress code. "Hi there," she said, offering a friendly smile. "I'm Maria, I just moved to town. Is there some sort of event going on today?"

The woman merely shook her head, her perfectly coiffed hair bouncing with the movement, and continued on her way, pushing her cart down the aisle without a word.

As she made her way through the store, Maria encountered the same response from every woman she passed. They would smile, wave, but remain tight-lipped, never engaging in conversation beyond the most superficial of greetings. It was as if they were all part of some secret society and she didn’t know the special handshake. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more going on beneath the surface, something that everyone else seemed to be in on but her.

Despite the nagging sense of unease, Maria continued to fill her cart, trying her best to focus on the task at hand. She also felt a pang of disappointment that no one seemed to recognize her. While she had hoped to escape the spotlight of her Hollywood career, a small part of her still craved the validation and attention that came with being a famous actress.

As she made her way to the checkout counter, Maria's cart was overflowing with groceries so she could stock up and settle into their new home. She began to unload her items onto the conveyor belt, the beep of the scanner punctuating the awkward silence that hung in the air.

"Well, hello there."

The deep masculine voice startled Maria, and she looked up to find herself face to face with an attractive man who could have been a fashion model. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a chiseled jawline, his dark hair perfectly tousled in a way that looked effortless but probably took hours to achieve.

He wore a neatly pressed white shirt, half-buttoned and rolled at the sleeves, showcasing strong tanned forearms. His name tag read "Tony Carter—Store Manager" but he looked more like he belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine than behind a checkout counter.

Maria felt a blush creep up her neck as Tony's eyes raked over her, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I don't think I've seen you around here before," he said, his voice low and smooth like honey. "And trust me, I would remember a face like yours."

She couldn't help but laugh, the sound coming out a bit more high-pitched than she intended. "I'm Maria," she said, extending her hand. "My family and I just moved into the house on Ironwood Drive."

Tony took her hand, his grip firm and warm, and held it for a beat longer than necessary. "Well, welcome to Utopia, Maria," he said, a slow smile spreading across his face. "I hope we see a lot of you here."

As he began to scan her items, Tony kept up a steady stream of flirtatious banter, complimenting Maria on her choice of produce and making lighthearted jokes about the sheer volume of groceries she was purchasing.

"You must do this with all the women," Maria said teasingly, gesturing to the other shoppers milling about the store. "Flirt a little, make them feel special. I bet it's great for business."

Tony chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "What can I say? I’m all about customer service. And I appreciate beauty in all its forms," he said, his gaze lingering on Maria.

Maria nodded, glancing around at the sea of scantily clad shoppers. "I have to ask, what's with all the sexy outfits? And the bikinis? Not that I'm complaining, I mean, if I had a body like that," she said, gesturing toward a woman in a barely-there swimsuit sauntering past the checkout.

Tony shrugged. "What can I say? The women here just like to take care of themselves," he said, glancing at her figure again. “And it looks to me like you fit right in.”

Maria just smiled, hoping he’d say more.

"We're a pretty casual bunch here in Utopia," he continued, scanning the last of her items. "Lots of outdoor activities, especially in the summer. Hiking, swimming, sunbathing...I guess you could say we like to make the most of the good weather."

Maria nodded, not entirely convinced but willing to let the matter drop for now. She paid for her groceries, thanking Tony for his help and trying to ignore the way his fingers brushed against hers as he handed over her receipt.

As she pushed her cart towards the exit, Maria resolved to keep her eyes open, to try and unravel the mysteries of Utopia one thread at a time. For now, she had a car full of groceries to unload and a new home to settle into.

Maria stepped out into the warm summer air, the sunlight warming her skin, and wondered if she was just trying to find faults in this cute little mountain town. Sure, it was a carefully crafted form of cute with its well-maintained homes and lively Main Street shops, like a film location prepped to represent the traditional fantasy of friendly small towns, but the usual array of homey Midwestern characters had been replaced by wealthy families who could afford to live in a dream.

Maria popped open the trunk of her Mercedes, the gaping maw ready to swallow up her numerous bags of groceries. As she reached for the first load, a familiar voice startled her from behind.

"Need a hand with those?" Tony asked, his rugged body suddenly appearing beside her, his tight black t-shirt clinging to his athletic physique.

"Oh, Tony! You surprised me," Maria replied, her heart fluttering in her chest, though whether from the surprise or Tony's proximity, she couldn't say. "That's very kind of you, but I'm sure I can manage."

"Nonsense," Tony insisted, his hands already reaching for the bags. "I just want to make sure you feel welcome here in Utopia. If you or your family need anything, don't hesitate to ask me or my wife, Willow."

“That’s nice of you. Thank you.”

As they worked together to load the groceries, Tony continued, "We've only been here a month ourselves, you know. I met Willow when I was a park ranger, and we moved to Mill Valley, just north of San Francisco, but there was too much traffic and the rat race just wasn't for me anymore. I needed a change of pace, a place where I could really be myself, so we moved here."

Maria nodded, understanding the sentiment all too well. "And have you found that here?"

Tony's eyes met hers, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. "Willow and I have learned a lot about ourselves while we’ve lived here, but it’s a journey, right?"

With the last of the bags tucked safely away, Maria closed the trunk, her mind swirling with questions and possibilities. Was Tony's friendliness merely a neighborly gesture, or was there something more to his attentions? Had he recognized her from her acting career, despite her casual attire and lack of makeup?

As she slid into the driver's seat, Maria waved a final thank you to Tony, his figure receding in her rearview mirror as she pulled out of the parking lot. The quiet winding streets of Utopia stretched out before her, the quaint storefronts and lush greenery reminding her of a studio back lot like they were about to film her next movie.

Lost in thought, Maria barely registered the flashing lights in her rearview mirror until the sharp chirp of a siren jolted her back to reality. Her heart sank as she pulled over to the side of the road, expecting the worst. Had she been speeding without realizing it?

The crunch of boots on gravel announced the approach of the officer, and Maria steeled herself for the inevitable lecture and ticket. But as she rolled down her window, she found herself face to face not with a nameless, faceless uniform, but with the ruggedly handsome visage of Sheriff Roy Peters in a tailored uniform. Maybe nobody was recognizing her in this town because everyone looked like a film star.

"License and registration, please," he said, his voice a rich baritone.

With trembling fingers, she handed over the requested documents, watching as the sheriff's keen eyes scanned them before flicking back to her face.

"I'm sorry, but have we met before?" he asked, his brow furrowed in concentration as he took off his sunglasses. "You look awfully familiar."

Maria shook her head, used to this line of questioning. "No, I don't think so. But I am an actress, so you might have seen me in something."

Recognition dawned on the sheriff's face, his eyes widening in surprise. "Of course! You were in Queen of Barbaria, weren't you? I have to say, you looked incredible in that movie. Very memorable. Oh, and Babes Behind Bars was great, too! I love those women in prison movies."

Maria felt a blush creeping up her neck, remembering the scant costumes and racy topless scenes that had defined those particular roles when she was starting her career. "Yes, well, I wasn't wearing very much in those," she admitted, trying to keep her tone light. Why didn’t anyone mention the award-winning films she’d been in? “But thank you. It’s nice when fans remember me.”

"Oh, I remember," Sheriff Peters replied, his gaze lingering on her breasts a moment too long before he cleared his throat and glanced at her license. "Home in Malibu. So, just visiting the area, then?"

"We just bought a place here on Ironwood Drive. My husband and I wanted a fresh start, somewhere away from the craziness of Hollywood."

The sheriff nodded, handing back her license and registration. "Well, I just wanted to check in, seeing an unfamiliar car and all. We like to keep a close eye on things around here, make sure everyone stays safe."

"I appreciate that," Maria replied, relief washing over her as she realized she wasn't getting a ticket after all. "Did I do something wrong, though?"

"Not at all," he assured her with a brief smile. "Just being cautious. You have a good day now, ma’am. And welcome to Utopia."

As the sheriff walked back to his cruiser, Maria let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. With a final glance in her rearview mirror, Maria pulled back onto the road, her mind replaying her conversation with the sheriff. She supposed it might be an advantage to have a fan here who was a cop, just in case she ever needed him. At their homes in Malibu and Bel Air, they’d had a couple of unwanted visitors, fans who had somehow gotten Maria’s address and wanted to meet her, and there had been plenty of cops around who responded quickly and helped keep an eye on things for a while. A town like this probably didn’t have much in the way of a police force, so Troy had even thought about getting a gun in case it happened again, but Maria had talked him out of it. She didn’t like guns and didn’t want them around the house.

In any case, now that they were in a remote little mountain town like Utopia, why would they need a gun?