Chapter 1

I found myself with her dick in my mouth, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I could feel her shape with my tongue. She was long and slender with a slight curve. Her head was slightly tapered and was beginning to flare outward.

I went to work: teasing her head with my tongue, dragging my lips lazily down the shaft, applying ever so slight suction. My ministrations were being appreciated, as she began to twitch tentatively and her hips began to rock. Small, desperate coos passed her lips as I pushed myself farther onto her cock. I continued at my slow, meticulous pace, drawing out deep sensual moans from her chest. She melted into the chair, submitting to me.

My own pleasure began to rise from her delicious prick. Sparks danced on my tongue as I pressed it against her throbbing mass, my lips ached with pleasure as they slid over the subtle topography of her shaft, smearing my blue lipstick down to her hilt. My throat ached to be filled and each time her head nuzzled against the entrance a rush of cool lightning would travel down my spine.

With her index finger between her teeth she managed to whisper a word, “Please!”

I picked up the pace, bobbing up and down with increasing urgency. She let out a surprised gasp and began to reflexively buck against my throat, prodding the pleasure button there. I grabbed her hips and held her down, she was happy to let me take control, as her hands roamed up her stomach to find her neglected breasts.

Her moans grew in intensity, her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. My own pleasure was threatening to distract me from my task, my face flush with errotic energy, my orgasm drawing near. I glanced up at her, to see her beautiful green eyes staring back at me, burning with lust and desperate need.

The dam broke.

I could not control myself any longer. I fucked my face on her dick with wild abandon, each rapid bob of my head bringing me closer to release. I heard her cry out my name, and buck one… two… three times. I slammed my head down, and let her into my throat. My eyes fluttered up into my skull as I came, the skin on my face felt like it was singing, and my mouth was thrumming with energy. My throat spasmed as it milked her dick of all that she was worth.

“Holly Shit, Rose!” Anna panted.

After a few moments I pulled myself off her dick and smiled at her with cum dribbling down my chin.

I slumped down into the sofa next to Anna, took a sip of my Caucasian, and enjoyed Sapphire’s dance in the afterglow.

The Black Diamond was a strip club, not the most glamorous in the city, nor the seediest, but a nice laid back club with friendly girls and a stable group of regulars. I don’t work there often, only a few days out of the week, mostly I work freelance, on-call servicing clients across the city.

By the way, my name is Rose Thorne, and to put it bluntly I’m a prostitute. I’m serious, I have a degree in companionship from New Hong Kong Academy of Companionship. It was there I learned how to draw you in with conversation, dance, give a massage, suck your dick off, fuck you so hard you forget your own name, yah know the basics. I’m attractive enough to get plenty of stable work: I’ve got long legs, a lithe silhouette, B cup breasts.

The things that sorta sets me apart are my musculature and demeanor. Before I was a prostitute I was a marine, and it definitely shaped my body and mind, in some ways I can’t be certain. If you haven’t guessed Rose Thorne isn’t my real name, or at least it isn’t my legal birth name. The rose thing is a brand, I have a head of short feathered red hair, my lips are full and glistening blue, I’m covered from head to toe in a winding rose vine tattoo, I exude the smell of roses from every pore, the only thing not red or rose themed about me are my sky blue eyes.

Not that I’m bragging about my good looks, I paid good money for my body mods, and in my line of work you either own your own body or somebody else does. I’ve got most of the standard combat body mods added during my service: a gen three blue-box (embedded neural interface), a reinforced skeleton and enhanced musculature, enhanced multi-lobed lungs, a second heart, enhanced vision. When I started work as a call girl I got a few lewd mods: the rose scented sweat I already talked about, micro-vibrators in my lips, throat, tongue, fingertips, dick and cunt, my milk, saliva and cum are laced with a chemical that heightens the libido, and speakers in my breasts and butt make me a walking sound system. There are a few more mods I’ve been thinking about getting but they might push me into a niche market so to speak.

It was dusk in New Philly. And I’m not talking about the dusk on Earth, no this is New Philadelphia, Venus. Here the sun takes one hundred and forty-even hours to cross the sky the wrong way. Around this time the Sol just hangs there in the east, casting the city in a red haze. Soon it would be dark, and the city would change. It’s not something that I can put my finger on, but the darkness changes people, maybe it’s the artificial lights or relief from the heat, but hiding beneath the skin, the thoughts and feelings we wouldn’t admit to having, when the sun goes down, well… they come out to play. It’s definitely good for business.

I became mesmerized by Sapphire’s movements, she was curvaceous with long blue locks, and her dance was slow, flowing and sensual. Sapphire was a friend and a dorm mate back in college, not my bed mate mind you, that would be Crystal. Sometimes I reminisce about the good old days when the whole gang was together and we’d have crazy drunken group sex.

Anna on the other hand was not in the old group, she showed up at the Black Diamond a few months ago when she first moved to the city. I was dancing when she walked in the door. Our eyes met, and I stopped. It had never happened to me before when I was working. It was like she saw straight through the act, through the clothes, through the body mods, and saw me… and what she saw made her smile.

She was a rather plain looking girl: nut brown hair, big green eyes and a genuine smile. Next few days she was in there, chatting me up, buying me drinks, sucking my dick. She was sweet, charming, and a helluva lot smarter than I. She was a scientist, but she never found out what she worked on, save that she worked for a company called Nuvitech. One night she got real wasted and she kept going on about “Lack of Ethics” and “Motherfuckers in management”. She was a nice girl in a sea of bitches and douche-bags.

She put her arm around my shoulder and leaned in for a kiss, “Are you gonna dance?”

I returned her kiss, it was quick, sweet and long enough to transfer some of her semen over, “No, I’m tired. I’ve been working for six hours, I might crash in the back here, but I’m pretty sure Sapphire groped me last time I did that.” Sapphire heard me and gave me a coy wink. I winked back.

“Come to my place, we’ll cook up some curry before nightfall.”

My heart lurched a bit. Lately our relationship started to get serious, it started with small comments, I stopped charging her for sex, she gave me a key to her apartment, yesterday she asked me to move in with her.

I hadn’t said yes, yet.

I hesitated for a moment, “Sounds wonderful.”

My bluebox pinged, I had a message. It was a Lubr message with an attached address, “This is an offer for long term employment, payment negotiations will occur in person.”

It was strange, most Lubr messages were flirtatious or creepy, sometimes both, not cold and distant. There was some attached payment, probably so they could give me a poor rating if I didn’t show.

I groaned, “Uhhh… I forgot to sign out of Lubr, and I just got a job.”

“Can’t you cancel a job and another Lubr girl is automatically assigned to it?”

“They requested me specifically.”

“Do you think it’ll take long?”

“No, it’s not that far, and it sounds like they want to discuss becoming one of my regulars.”

“You need more regulars,” I just moaned and nuzzled into her shoulder. She started to nudged me up with her elbow, “Alright you lazy bum, you got a job to do, girls to please, dicks to suck, pussies to fuck.”

I got up slowly and stretched my lithe form with my arms to the sky, “OK, OK, I’m up. I’ll meet you at your place, K?”

Anna got up and was heading for the door, “Look’n forward to it.”

I slipped into the back to freshen up. It was a utilitarian space for the dancers with showers, vanities, sample testers, electrical taps and most importantly a coffee machine. I kicked off my 6 inch platform heels, peeled off my adhesive push up bra, slipped out of my low cut skin tight jeans and tossed my red leather bolero onto a hanger. I pulled out my jeweled butt plug with a grunt and set it down on an unused vanity. I poured myself a cup of steaming hot java and saddled up to one of the sample testers lined up against the wall. A petite pink haired girl was already in the middle of using the one right next to me. Her name was Gina, she was new, must just turned 18 when she showed up a few weeks ago.

“How’s it hang’n Gina” I said as I plunged my erect dick into the machine’s waiting orifice. As soon as I was hilted inside the tester, it wirred to life. Suddenly I couldn’t move as the device griped my shaft like a vice, creating an airtight seal. It began to gently vibrate, suck rhythmically and massage me with expertise as it inspected the skin for sores.

“Umm, goouuhd, you?” She tried to hide her grunt of pleasure as the machine succeeded in its lewd task.

“I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to say ‘down and to the left’.” That elicited a chuckle from her. I spit into the saliva receptacle and brought the small suckers up to my erect nipples. I sipped my coffee as the machine began its inspection of my pussy. A sucking noise accompanied the cup’s meeting with my vulva. A few moments later a probe was at my lower lips, and soon it was all the way in, flexing and prodding at my prostate with a gentle vibration, all the while inspecting every inch of my being.

The black gold rolled over my tongue as I inspected myself in the wall mirror in front of the phalanx of testers. I flipped through various makeup ensembles, and eventually settled on an understated setup with soft red lipstick and smokey eyes.

I moaned softly as I released myself to a relaxed orgasm. The machine continued its ministrations until I was spent, a moment later a green light lit up with a ding. The probe at my pussy was gone and my dick was released with a pop. The machine closed up to start its self cleaning cycle.

“We haven’t fucked have we, Gina?” I said as I got into one of the showers. I left the door open so she could watch every little thing I did.

“Ghaaa, no” She was pretty cute when she squirmed.

I shampooed my boyish red hair and scrubbed my scalp. Feeling the stress of the day wash away. “Well don’t hesitate to ask any of the girls here for pointers.” I soaped up my supple skin and massaged my perky breasts, squeezing and teasing them with my nimble fingers.

“Thanks I’ll, uhh, keep that in mind.” Her breath hitched as I wrapped one hand around my turgid shaft, while the other hand drifted across my shapely ass, which I had posed to accentuate.

“Ya-know my girl, Anna, her birthday is on the 4th. I’m throwing her a big birthday orgy, all the girls at the Diamond are invited. You gonna be there?” I bent down at the hips to wash my shapely, inhumanly long legs. I felt her eyes drift across my body with lust as she watched my breasts jiggle while I presented my muscular ass to her.

“The 4th, yaaaaahmmmm, I’ll make it” She watched as I took an electrical tap off of the wall and pressed the nozzle against my rosebud. With a bit of resistance the tube slid easily into my ass until I felt it click into my hermetically sealed colon implant. I hummed with release as waste flowed from my ass into the tube, while electricity flowed in to charge my batteries.

The tap came out clean and left my asshole gaping. I took my soapy hands and plumbed my pussy and ass. “Good, wear something sexy or don’t wear anything at all, also bring a date, its mandatory.”

“Do I have to? I’m not so great at meeting people.” She caught herself and pretended that she wasn’t watching as I rinsed myself, toweled off and stepped out to apply product to my hair.

“Really!” I slapped her tiny buttock and gave it a squeeze, “With this tight ass, bitches must clamoring over each other to get at that dick.”

“Mmmmfff, oh ffffuuck.” She doubled over the machine as she came. After a few breaths to recover she replied, “*gasp* I want someone who likes me for me, ya-know.”

I pushed my ruby buttplug in and pulled on my skin tight jeans (no underwear, never underwear) and smiled as my nine incher left its classic bulge. I applied my adhesive bra and adjusted it until I had a satisfactory push up effect. I slipped on my 6 inch platform heels (like I need to tower over people more than I already do). “Well this is your chance, bring a date or you’ll get five across the ass.”

She blushed when I held up my hand, “Yes ma’am.”

She was finally pulling out of the machine as I put on my shoulder holster, tucked my handgun under my left shoulder and threw on my red leather bolero over the top of it all, “Remember to relax and don’t bottle your self up when your on the machine, it’s not good for you, and it eats into your break time.”

“Yes ma’am.”

I left as she stepped into one of the showers.

xxxxx

The address was a residential apartment, which didn’t bode well. I’m still on Lubr because people mostly use for blow jobs in coffeeshops during lunch or in between appointments. There’s probably a toggle for ‘public places only’ buried in the settings.

I mounted my bike tore out of the parking lot. I love my bike. It’s a Hanna Viper with red and blue stripes. As I speed through the city I felt the wind whip at my clothes, felt the thrum of the engine between my legs, and the city lights wash over me.

I pulled into the apartment complex parking garage, to see a woman in a buttoned up striped suit waiting by the elevator. She was demure and asiatic with chic epicanthal folds and straight jet-black hair. “Follow me.”

We stepped into the elevator and she entered a pin into the keypad and the elevator began its ascent.

I tried to break the awkward silence, “So is your boss like… super kinky or something?”

I got nothing, not even a twitch from her, “Got it… super kinky.”

It was clear from the travel time that we were heading up to the penthouse, and sure enough the elevator opened with a chime to a lavish penthouse apartment. In the modern era of synthetic materials and minimalist architecture, the super rich were paying top dollar for hand carved wooden furniture, hand woven rugs and drapes and bespoke art and architecture. The apartment had a rich organic smell to it.

She led me passed an austere statue of a pre-shift woman fully nude in the throws of passion, one hand down her crotch and the other holding a pitcher, perpetually drizzling her curvaceous form with water.

She led me to an ornate double door and opened it to reveal a grand library. The walls were line with old leather bound books and erotic art, at one end a real wood fireplace crackled and burned, filling the room with a comforting glow and pleasantly rural scent. In the center was an ornate desk, which I can only assume was mahogany. The woman who led me here must have had a twin or a clone because she was also standing by the desk. Behind the desk was a slender woman in a sharp three piece suit buttoned up and perfectly tailored to her. The most striking thing about her was that she had no arms. At first I thought she was just holding her arms behind her back, but her suit was tailored with no arms to perfectly fit her impossibly thin frame. Her hair was a bun of perfect platinum blonde waves and her eyes were steel grey points that burned into me.

“Miss Thorne.”

“And you are?”

She got up and strode toward me with serpentine grace, as her thin torso swayed to adjust her weight on her wide hips and long legs tipped with en-pointe ballet heels. She came right up to my face. I could feel her breath against my lips as she looked directly in my eyes. I instinctively grabbed her waist to stabilize her, I could touch the tips of my fingers all the way around her. She took the opportunity to lean into me, releasing herself to me.

“My name is Lynda Drake.”

Chapter 2

Something was burning. The air tasted like metal and the popping of electric jolts stirred the dead air. I tried to wipe the floor off my face with my aching hand. I heard my voice groan in the distance. Every joint seemed to crack and snap as I pushed myself off the floor. My vision was blurred from tears and corneal warp. As I blinked my surroundings came to focus incrementally. I was standing in an single room apartment, barely enough room for one person to live in. The floor was littered with clothes, cables, electronics and takeout boxes. Beyond the acidic smoke was the heady flavor of BO and noodles. Along one wall was a simple and well used cubby bed inset in the wall and along the other was a desk under heavy assault by electronics projects and monitors, with a small stack of old books within arms reach.

Something tugged at my head and my hands reached up to find a cable attached to my left temple. After a sharp tug it came loose. I reflexively tried to access my blue-box but something was wrong, nothing was there, it felt like a part of me was missing.

My stomach rebelled and I somehow made it over to the utilitarian badezimmer before collapsing at the foot of the porcelain throne. What was left after my ordeal felt like a stone in my stomach.

I crawled into the shower, turned the handle and curled up in the basin letting the water run over me. I sat there for a while just breathing and trying not to pass out. Eventually I gathered the strength to stand, stripping off my clothes and shower proper. I scrubbed off what felt like a few days of grime before scraping a thick layer of dandruff off my scalp. After I was done washing, I stood there idly pondering while I absentmindedly fondled my dick. I tried to recall yesterday, and came up short, day before yesterday: nothing, three days ago: still nothing. It started to dawn on me that I couldn’t remember anything, not even my own name.

I inspected myself in the bathroom mirror: pale skin, round soft features, short straight black hair, mint green eyes with epicanthal folds, a thin mouth. I was short and thin, not much in the way of breasts, a tattoo of a dragonfly sat on my shoulder.

I toweled off and picked out some clothes from what I assumed was the clean pile. I tried the main computer on the desk… dead. I tried the laptop sitting next to it… also dead. I suspected the abandoned screwdriver on the desk bore some responsibility. There was another laptop sitting on the bed, it looked like it was off and not plugged into anything. I booted it up… and was confronted by a username and password field. Shit. After a moment I closed my eyes and just started typing. My fingers knew where to go and soon I had typed out a username: M1ntyeyes28 and a password: W!n73rmute. I was in. I accessed the email client, and again I was halted by user authentication. I started browsing the files, which were mostly half finished projects, scattered notes and porn. I found a plain text file labeled “passwords.txt”. Am I an Idiot? As it turned out, yes, I was an idiot. After logging into my email I scanned through for anything that might contain my name. Most of the mail was newsletters, alerts or just old fashion spam, but occasionally there were the actual correspondences. The first one was from someone named Switch:

Hey Mint it’s me, Switch.

I’m back in town passing out copies of the new parcel, so I’ll be over to give it to you. Also hit me up if you wanna hang out, I’m staying at my gf’s place. Also great work on the Donatto Job, those skinny legged bitches didn’t know what hit ’em.

Some complex emotions washed over me, mostly annoyance, but at least now I had a name: Mint. I had no idea if it was my birth name tho, probably not. Who uses their real name over the net?

My mind turned back to my blue-box, what was wrong? How was I going to pay for the repairs without it? My thoughts were interrupted by an deep animalistic roar from my stomach, I had no idea when my last meal was. I approached the mini-vending machine in the wall and pushed the buttons for a protein bar and a beer, and waved my hand in front of the reader. The machine beeped and replied, “Enjoy!” I was relieved that not all my cyberware was broken, not that I knew what cyberware I had installed.

I spent the next few hours on the one piece of hardware in this shoe box of an apartment that wasn’t fried, learning as much as I could about my self. I found out I was a hacker, most of the projects on the laptop were some form of deploy-able malicious code and I seemed to understand most of it. My browsing history was pretty clean and innocuous, I guess I liked to cover my tracks.

I checked my contacts, surely I knew a good ripper doc, and sure enough, I did: Elana Mircea. I found a scrap of paper and jotted down the address. After finishing my beer, I threw on a hoodie and headed out the door.

It was dawn, the rays of Sol cast horizontal streaks of gold through the forest of glass and metal. The streets had yet to fill to capacity as the non-Venusians were still in their sleepers. New Philadelphia, Venus was a beautiful city, the streets were scrubbed clean, the buildings were expertly polished, the parks were finely manicured, and the Powers that Be were keen on keeping it that way. It was vanity on a massive scale. The people were no different, in an age of affordable beauty, the Venusians had bought in. That’s not to say that the city was all glamour and no grime, it was just hidden, painted over, put out of sight and out of mind, but it was there, just under the surface.

I lived on the east side. Things just felt a bit more real over here, the people were just a shade more eclectic. They spoke in a colorful array of tongues and the air was filled with a clash of spices from around the known galaxy.

xxxxx

The address led me to a small side street in one of the and rougher Bohemes. I began to recognize the place, like finding your way through a childhood home in the dark. I hoped the deteriorating chain linked fence, pushed in an old door with a sign that said “Danger: High Voltage” in several languages, and took a service elevator down to some maintenance ways.

Dr. Mircea’s office waiting area was warm. Styled with something of a Persian hygge, fine couches and ottomans sat in the corners flanked by bookshelves filled with books, curiosities and knickknacks. Dr. Mircea herself was a bizarre looking woman. Her hair was dyed rainbow and her cheekbones were lined with alien looking ridges.

She was lounging on a fading sofa drawing something with a piece of charcoal when I walked in, “Ah Mint! Your early… about two [2] months early. You want somethin’ new or are you having trouble with somethin’ old?”

My instincts told me to trust this woman, but still I hesitated. “I uh… think I fried my bluebox.”

She tempered her surprise with a well practiced matronly bedside manor, “Oh, fried it you say?”

Her lab was significantly more sterile than her waiting area, awash in marbled tile and soft neon lighting.

“Have a seat in the chair. Have you experienced any other issues besides your bluebox”

I sat in the fraying patient chair while the doc washed up, “Yeah, I can’t remember anything before I woke up this morning.”

When she was done she started to examine my left temple, “What can you remember?”

She felt around my port and the artificial skin covering around my implant. As her light delicate fingers pressed softly against my skin, I couldn’t help but think about some other things she could be doing with those fingers, “Uh… well… skills, motor memory, certain things feel familiar, but I had to figure out my own name from emails.”

She peeled off the artificial skin and exposed my implant to the open air, “My, my girl, you really put yourself through the ringer, I’m surprised you whole melon isn’t mush.” She went to her cabinets to gather some equipment, “Looks like I’ll have to replace the whole implant, probably some of the neural traces, and there might be some tissue damage but I won’t know until I get the assembly out.”

She started hooking me up to a head brace, “Can you recover my memory?”

“Honey, I’ll try and recover as much as I can.” After a few moments with probing tools, my bluebox popped free, exposing the raw neural interface. She attached some kind of device to my head, “I made some modifications to this particular diagnostic machine, so the sensation might be a bit… different.

She turned on the machine and my world exploded. My eyes fluttered up into the back of my skull, a chill bore down to my bones, my skin was on fire and lighting ran up my spine. My whole body tensed until I shook. Far away I heard myself scream as my heart beat close to the edge of bursting. I felt like I was falling through a storm of chaos, light and burning cold. As suddenly as I fell into perdition, I was raised to paradise. Every mussel went lax and a warmth began in my vagina, accompanied by a slow throbbing sensation. The warmth spread up from my toes until my whole body felt like a sex organ. A dark sensual moan thundered in my chest. My spine arched and my hips started to gyrate to hasten the approach of the inevitable, the inescapable, the righteous climax. When it came it thundered across my skin and deep in my bones, my nipples and penis sang a high pitched hymn, and my vagina spasmed with urgent need. I lost track of time in the climax as it turned to a glorious plateau. My hips bucked wildly as I cummed my brains out until I was lost in an endless ocean of Ecstasy.

xxxxx

My eyelids lifted slowly as my head swam. My head was no longer in the clamp and nothing was dangling from my implant. Doctor Mircea was over by a counter fiddling with something, “Oh! Your awake, Did you like the modifications I made to the diagnostic machine?” Her lips curled into a flirtatious smile.

I opened my mouth to say something clever, but all that came out was a low unintelligible moan.

She let out a low chuckle, “Thought you might, and it’s always a treat to watch your little Asian ass squirm.”

She sat on a stool next to me and handed me a juice pouch, “Looks like your most of your blue box was turned to charcoal, but I was able to recover your ident chip. You received relatively minor tissue damage, you can thank your upgraded insulators for that, but it looks like you received a massive shock to neural circuits associated with long term memory. I’ve cleared out the necrotic tissue and initiated neural regen, but its not looking good for your memory.”

“isszz fffere anyfing you can doo?”

“I’m afraid not, unless you made a backup, your memories are gone.”

I must have looked sullen because Dr Mircea brightened her smile, “Hey, I’m sure if you take a good look around you can find a backup, you always struck me as the meticulous type.”

I shook my head, cleared my throat and focused on enunciating, “So, what about my bluebox.”

“Ah, I’ve fitted you with a Adlar Synthetics TX-309, it’s actually a bit of an upgrade from your last one. Its ready to boot up.” She touched the side of my head and reapplied the artificial skin.

After a few moments my bluebox was up and running. It was like having a room in your mind, just as I was here in the real I was also there, but instead of having to concentrate to create it, it’s just there, static. Files, settings, apps, just a thought away. The bluebox was registered to a Zak West, age 23, probably a forged identity. I opened up a command prompt and began entering commands to change the settings. I needed to close security loopholes I knew to be there.

I connected to the net, and was immediately struck by a torrent of notifications. My hands gripped the chair and I screamed. They tore into me, each one demanding that their priority was paramount.

“Oooh honey, you want some water, that notification flood looked bad.”

She handed me a glass of water while my head was spinning again, “What do I owe you?”

“Oh don’t worry about it, I’ll give you the emergency discount. Just pay your tab when you get work and we’ll be cool. Now if we’re all done I’ve got another appointment I need to get prepped for.”

xxxxx

I rounded the corner to my apartment and standing by the door was a girl waiting at my door. She was slightly taller than I was but probably about the same age. She had a goth-punk aesthetic, dark purple lipstick and eye-shadow on pale white skin. She had a dangling dragon earring and two lip studs. Her short white hair was in a spiked pixie cut with shaved sides. Along her neck was a disturbing visage of a naked angelic creature. She wore a leather jacket and torn jeans with canvas shoes. My heart pickup when I saw her and my dick gave a twitch.

Her face lit up when she saw me, “Hey Mint!”

She opened her arms and took me into a hug. “Long time no see.” I felt something hard press against my stomach. I pushed her back and took a step back, but she kept her hands on the sides of my shoulders.

She turned her head and confusion crept into her smile, “Woah, whats up?”

“Umm… do I know you?”

Her smile returned, “Yer fucking with me, Mint. It’s me, Switch!”

“Sorry, I… uh don’t remember you… or like anything.”

“Wait you serious?”

I nodded.

She took a step back and looked me up and down, “Fuck man, that sucks. Like I had always heard stories of cowboys getting their brains zapped but… you know.”

“I know what?”

“Well I figured it was always fucking fairy stories man. Let’s not talk about this out here.”

I waved my hand in front of the door lock and it clicked open.

Switch wrinkled her nose, “Fuck, when did you last clean?”

I gave her a look.

“Right sorry. After you didn’t respond to my emails… and texts… and calls, I got worried and came over. I also brought you a copy of the new parcel.” She reached for her left wrist and pulled out a data cable, “Do you want it on your bluebox or something else.”

I pointed to the laptop I was working on before, “Put it on that laptop over there.”

She flopped onto my bed and jacked into my laptop to initiated the transfer, “Since you don’t remember, I should tell you the rules of the parcel: never upload it, only decrypt it when your disconnected from the net, and don’t tell anybody about it.” When she was done she unplugged and pulled a folded piece of paper from her pocket, “Here’s the decrypt key. Got it?”

I pocketed it, “Yeah, hey do you know what kinda jobs I was doing recently?”

She laid back onto the bed and propped herself on her elbow, “No, not in detail, though you did mention you were looking to crack something to do with Nuvitech.”

“Nuvitech?”

“Yeah, it didn’t sound like a job tho, more like hacktivist stuff, or curiosity. Hey, did you check if you had a backup?”

“Yeah I looked around, couldn’t find anything. Everything except that laptop was fried or run through with a screwdriver.”

“Did you check the building network logs?”

“Hadn’t yet. I needed to get a new bluebox.”

“What are we waiting for?”

I took the laptop from her and plopped onto the bed next to her. She watch over my shoulder as I set to work. I started by scanning the network and probing the floor’s router. I discovered there was an extra admin account by the name mhhy. I recognized the name and opened up my passwords folder to discover that I had the password. I guess I had already hacked my building’s network and set myself up as an admin. I queried the logs and we spent a while in silence just reading the TCP packets. I took some sleuthing to sort out the traffic, but we were able to filter out only my traffic. A lot of it was innocuous, a fair bit was encrypted (probably onion traffic) but then it all fell silent, no packets in or out. The last connection was to an IP registered to Nuvitech. Just before it all stopped, a huge amount of traffic was between the Nuvitech IP and my old bluebox’s IP.

She grabbed my shoulders and gave me a gentle squeeze, “So it was Nuvitech! That’s great, can we figure out what was being sent?”

“I doubt it, theoretically it could all be in the buffer, let’s check.” I queried the buffer, “Nope, it’s all gone from the buffer.”

“Shit! What are you going to do?”

“Well… I could go poking around Nuvitech again, but if I don’t figure out what happened the first time, there gonna skull fuck me again.”

She brought herself over to my ear and a flirtatious quirk entered her voice, “In the meantime I could fuck something else for you.”

I turned to her, “Are you serious?”

“What‽ I’m horny,” She rocked her hips to hump the air, “and I bet I could shake some memories loose.”

I weighed it all for a moment coming to the conclusion that I shouldn’t, but another part of my brain seemed to disagree. Before I could think, I opened my mouth, “Fuck it!” and grabbed her behind the neck to bring her into a kiss.

I melted into her arms while her tongue explored my mouth.

We broke the kiss for a moment to undress each other. She ripped off her jacket with urgency and her hands felt up my form before she pulled off my hoodie and shirt in one clean motion. I gasped as my sensitive tits were exposed to the cool air. She giggled wickedly as she grabbed them. Before I knew it my left nipple was engulfed in her wet hot mouth as her hands slid down to grip my ass. She teased me with her tongue lashings before switching to the other one. My heart beat faster with every breath until it became clear that I needed her inside me.

She bit down on my nipple playfully, and I moaned as pleasure arced from my tit to her offending tongue, “Oh, fuck me!” My voice came out a bit sluttier than I intended but it got the message across. In a flash, her pants were off, with her turgid erection and dripping pussy fully on display. She hadn’t even taken off her bra. She stood above me, her hands hooked into my jeans, tugging at them like a feral animal.

“Woah woah, let me at least unbuckle them.” After some fiddling with the fasteners, my pants slid down my pants, letting my twitching erection spring free. Her open mouth zeroed in on my pussy, and began slurping and sucking on me. I opened my mouth to speak but I could only moan and mewl as she plumbed my femininity with reckless abandon. Her soft lips encircled my labia while her tongue probed me deeply. She broke the kiss leaving tendrils of cum and saliva connecting her lips to my pussy. She saddled up to me with her dick twitching in anticipation. She took her right hand and rooted around in her own sopping pussy until her hand was coated in her own juices. She jerked herself off, coating her dick with her own fluids until she was satisfied that she was properly lubricated. The head of her cock was pressed ever so lightly against my pussy lips while she shifted into position.

She rammed straight home, eliciting a deep sensual scream from my chest. Her hot pulsating erection filled me so completely my heart nearly burst. I wrapped my legs around her, pulling her into my embrace. I could feel her hot breath on my lips, her tits pressed into mine and my dick sandwiched between our stomachs. Her eyes met mine and I could feel her lust burn into me. She pulled out only to hilt once again, and again, and again. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure radiating from my core as my needy pussy gripped down on her member.

She increased her pace as she became overcome with lust. My breath hitched as I neared my climax, electricity ran up and down my spine as her thrusts hit my prostate over and over again.

I managed to whisper something before my orgasm reached its peak, “I’m cumm—.” I was interrupted when her lips met mine and our tongues danced once more. My eyes rolled back in my head as orgasm overtook me. My needy pussy gripped down hard on her engorged member. My dick exploded between our bodies, coating the underside of our boobs.

A mere heartbeat later and she thrust into me with more force than before as her dick spurted its load inside me, filling my belly with its warmth. She took one last hump before letting herself rest within me.

Our kiss rode out the orgasm until we were flush in the afterglow. Our heartbeats returned to normal and our breathing calmed. She rolled off of me, her cum covered dick popping free from my soaked nethers.

“Oh fuck, Mint, we should do this more often.” Switch said exasperated.

Chapter 3

I blocked out the noise, the shouting, the blaring alarms and steadied my breath. I reached down, down into the well of power in my core, I felt my nerves tingle as my flesh broke out into goosebumps. It spread outward and bloomed in my chest. It thrummed through me in rhythm with my heartbeat and the cadence of my breath. It flowed down my arms until I felt it burning at my fingertips. I held it back, letting it condense until the pressure became almost unbearable. After a few pregnant moments I unleashed it on the object of focus, a great metal blast door that towered before me. The cool temple air rushed past my nude form as a light flared and suddenly the door was no more. Its remnants were twisted fragments, sheared and burnt edges of the crater. I stepped through, feeling residual power sizzle in my veins. I was somewhat spent, but still flush with adrenaline.

The diffuse lights of the temple flickered as the destruction spread to some distant location, as evidenced by a low rumble of the floor tiles. I felt my stomach turn as the artificial gravity falter and finally fail. My silvery hair flowed into a great corona around my head as my bare feet became unmoored from the floor. I spun impotently in the air and reverted back to the instinct to swim, but only succeeded to flail uselessly. I took another breath and remembered my training. I felt the power spread across my skin, my body becoming infused with cold fyre. I felt the power push and pull on reality as it pulsed through my veins, my pale skin shimmering with light. I focused on its weight and suddenly I was falling sideways down the vaulted corridor. I oriented myself so my long white locks and slender legs trailed behind me as I approached the end of the hall. When I reached the end of the hall, I slowed my descent and changed direction to fall down the adjoining corridor.

A smile spread across my face as I floated through the temple. This was not my first time using The Gift to maneuver in zero-G, but to feel that freedom once again, I couldn’t contain myself. I giggled like a little girl as I spun and danced in zero-G, my wavy pale locks flowing around me in the void.

In the distance I heard the whirring noises of the guard’s maneuvering thrusters followed shortly by their quieted voices. I was stopped by yet another blast door, it would take me a second to get through it, time i feared I didn’t have. As I mustered my power, I heard a shout behind me, “She’s down here!”

I spun to see a group of temple guards round the corner. They were armed with hard-light long rifles and clad in silver and pale blue hardsuits which bore the insignia of the Word. I alighted on one of the walls, my delicate bare feet meeting the cold temple walls. I ducked behind one of the columns that lined the walls (floor/ceiling). Their rounds dashed off the angular architecture in a shower of multicolored sparks. I peeked over the column while I gathered power in my right hand until I had a ball of white hot light. There were only three of them. I waited until I had an opening, I stood and brought my hand to bear in a relaxed gesture. There was a flash of light as my power was unleashed in a lance that burned right through one of the guards. She was knock back by the blow as a splatter of blood was released to float in the temple air in little scarlet droplets.

I pushed off and glided to another piece of cover on the opposite wall. I concentrated and shaped the energy to be a shimmering barrier of light with my left hand and held it in front of my face and body as I stood up from my current cover. A shard of light shattered upon my shield as I gathered more energy with my right hand. I didn’t shape it into a destructive blast but let it lengthen into a flexible cord. I swung my right hand and the whip of light followed my motions.

The whip wrapped itself around a guard’s neck. She reflexively reached for her neck to no avail. I jerked the whip. My intentions traveled down the whip and she was yanked with enough force to overcome her grav-boot’s grip on the wall. She collided with the final guard and they both went tumbling into the air.

I released the whip but there remained a ring of light still tightening around the previous guard’s neck. I formed some of my remaining energy into a small blade and lunged at the final guard. Still disoriented from her collision she didn’t see me coming as I flew toward her dagger trained at her neck. I rammed her and I wrapped my bare legs around her while we spun through the hall. I plunged the dagger into her neck and her blood splattered across my nude body, painting my pale flesh red.

I released the body, and floated for a few moments to catch my breath. I didn’t have to long, more would be coming. I spun back to the blast door and gathered what little strength I had left for another blast.

I glided down the twisted labyrinthine halls dodging patrols as best I could and pressing on despite the rumblings of the station and the approaching sounds of chaos. I got to one of the escape pods, but standing in front of the hatch was Mother Abigale. She was standing with her back to me… and on the ceiling, I must have gotten turned upside down in the confusion. She was clad in the backless white robes of the priestesshood, her black hair in a braid that coiled about her in zero-G. The flowing geometric tattoos that lined her body were shimmering with power. She held a white gold staff in both hands parallel to the ground.

I turned myself around and stood on the ground before her, nude and covered in blood. She turned her head to me and spoke with her face in profile, “You have blasphemed this day, Child.”

I couldn’t turn back now, “I need to go to her, Mother!”

She turned to me so she could look me in the eye, her sharp words bit into me, “You are selfish, she was not the first candidate you were aware of. You thought we would make an exception just for you? Because she was you sister?”

A fire weld up in my chest, “She might have been my sister, but that doesn’t lessen the injustice, I swear this will end.”

Her muscled arms flexed as her hands gripped the staff, her lips pursed into a stearn frown. I gathered energy, preparing for a fight I couldn’t win. But then she stepped aside, planting the staff beside her. Her voice was distant, “Perhaps it is the season for change.”

I raised my eyebrows.

She motioned to the escape pod, “Go! Before they catch you.”

As I floated into the escape pod she motioned to my side, “Be sure to keep an eye on that.”

I touched where she motioned and found a small tear in my skin, no it was a wound, I was stabbed! When was I stabbed, where was the pain?

As I secured myself into one of the seats, I saw Mother Abigale float down the hall with her feet length braid trailing behind her. When she reached the end of the corridor she turned and smiled warmly at me, “When your done, Find me beyond Sol’s light. Goddess be with you.”

The hatch shut with a hiss. Mother Abigale and the Temple drifted away, and I was alone in the void.

THE END