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Retirement by Noodlehammer
Worm & Cyberpunk 2077 Xover Rated: M, English, [V, Skitter], Words: 181k+, Favs: 2k+, Follows: 2k+, Published: Jan 28 Updated: Jul 29
743Chapter 10: Biotechnica Hotel, Part 2
I said I wouldn't do this, but after reading Chapter 9 again it really does feel a bit short on substance. It used to be a single chapter anyway, before I started adding more and more porn to it.
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Taylor survived the pool experience, somehow, even if she had felt like she was about to combust the whole time. She wasn't the most skimpily dressed woman in the pool area, but it had still felt like everyone was staring at her. Some people had definitely looked and it had been all she could do to not hunch into herself in an attempt to hide. Without the crutch of her swarm shunting, the only thing she had to fall back on was the knowledge that she was a badass veteran cape and not some shrinking little girl. Focusing on her job of mapping out the hotel and everyone in it helped.
Still, V had taken most of the attention with her confident swagger. How she managed to walk like that without the sling bikini slipping off her breasts remained a mystery. Taylor had tried to 'bounce' as little as possible, always fearing that she was one wrong move away from a nip slip. For the first time, she regretted not being flat anymore.
The most annoying part was that she knew even that was part of V's plan. Charlotte was supposed to be Bianca's cute little plaything, so her embarrassment just further fed the narrative.
This gig was testing her in ways she had never expected to be tested in. And it wasn't even close to over, not for the day and not in absolute terms.
After the pool, V had taken them for the hotel's spa treatment. That had been more bearable, even if the pampering was a bit much. Now it was evening again, and 'Bianca' wanted to go to the casino.
Of course, she couldn't go without dressing up. The allegedly Italian-French woman of undefined Nordic ancestry wanted to be the center of attention. For that purpose, she wore a flashy silver dress that clung to her curves like a second skin and had a generous boob window.
'Charlotte', as an accessory, also had to be dressed up, much to Taylor's dismay.
The backless black dress was a halter top that didn't show any cleavage, but it was just as tight as 'Bianca's' and also showed just a hint of side-boob and a lot of back. It was worn without a bra. Worse, it had double slits going all the way up to the waist. The only thing covering her privates would be a draping little curtain thing, but at least the back side of the skirt was wide enough to cover her ass. As long as she didn't turn too fast. To top it all off, she would have to wear a pair of crystal heels, shorter than 'Bianca's', but still far too high for her liking. They were entirely too striperrific.
"You look delicious." V whispered huskily into her ear after watching her put on the dress. "I'll be expecting you to get me warmed up while I'm playing."
"What?" This was new. What did she mean 'warmed up'? The plan was for V to play poker and for them to cheat outrageously by using her bugs to spy on other players' hands. It would be easy to whisper it into V's ear while 'Charlotte' was acting as eye candy.
Bug senses might be shit, and their sense of scale severely disorienting, but she'd definitely be able to see the difference between red and black and general shapes.
"I want to hear all about the things you want me to do to you, or that you want to do to me?" The older woman's tone went even lower. "If I'm not leaving the poker table with a puddle in my panties, you were doing it wrong."
Taylor felt the blood rushing to her face again. How was V managing to escalate from whatever last night was? Doing weird stuff in private was one thing, but whispering filth into her ear while there were other people around? She didn't even know if she could do that kind of thing at all!
But instead of saying so she just nodded, falling back on old reliable – confidence built on pure bullshit.
The looks they received in the elevator made Taylor want to squirm uncomfortably, but she managed to keep still despite not being able to rely on her swarm for it. And then they were in the casino floor and stopped sticking out quite so much since everyone was dressed up.
The hotel casino was smaller than a dedicated casino would be and didn't have any slot machines or other solo gambling venues. V quickly bought some chips and then made for a poker table.
"Mind if I join you?" She asked with a sharp smile, receiving a chorus of invitations.
While her girlfriend sat down, Taylor remained standing and assessed the rest of the table. She found herself being just one of several pieces of eye candy, which was still a surreal experience.
One bearded old man had a pair of identical young women flanking him. It was impossible to tell whether they were twins or products of biosculpting. The only difference between them were their hair and eyes. One had bright blue hair and green eyes, while the other had green hair and blue eyes. Judging by their clothes, they were probably joytoys.
The only other woman at the table had curly, vividly red hair and a truly massive chest, which was held up by a tight corset. Her eyes were a creepy, solid black that made her look soulless. At her side was a small, effeminate man with delicate features and silver hair, who was dressed in a suit and holding on to one of those long cigarette holders when his 'patron' needed both her hands for the cards.
There was a man that looked about thirty that had nobody with him. He had one of those thin mustaches that Taylor always associated with the 1930s and was puffing on a fat cigar. He looked like he was trying too hard to look classy. Or maybe that was just her bias.
The final attendee was surprisingly young, probably no more than twenty-five, with slicked back blond hair and a white suit. His 'companion' was a very curvy black woman wearing entirely too much jewelry and bright, not blonde, but metallic golden hair that was clashing garishly with her… everything. Maybe she was spending too much time around V, because Taylor wanted to cringe at how bad they looked together.
"The game is Texas Hold 'Em. The minimum bet is set at five hundred eurodollars." The dealer said as he shuffled the deck.
That seemed… a bit low? It would be a lot of money for the average person on the street, but peanuts to wealthy corpos. A quick check around confirmed that there were tables with much higher stakes. V must have joined this one because she had no reputation yet.
The cards were dealt, two for each player. Taylor only had a vague idea of how Texas Hold 'Em was played, but she didn't need to understand the game. She just had to tell V what the other players had.
But it would be suspicious if she just whispered into her ear every time the cards were dealt… which was why V had told her to constantly whisper filth into her ear. Damn it.
At least she wouldn't stand out. The color twins were running their hands over the old man and each other, the silver-haired pretty boy was rubbing the redhead's shoulders, and the metallic blonde black woman was… trying to strike a pose?
… this was the wannabe table, wasn't it?
The realization that they were not playing games with dangerous people, but with a bunch of losers putting on airs, did a lot to settle Taylor's hackles. She could do this.
But her new resolve ran into an immediate problem – the heels. Taylor was a tall woman, and V was sitting down. In order to whisper into her ear, she would have to lower herself down quite a bit, and the fucking heels restricted the ways that she could do that. She was basically limited to an awkward bowlegged squat, kneeling on the ground, or bending down at the waist and sticking her ass out. Two of those were not really options.
V had tricked her.
Taylor ignored the heat climbing up her neck as she bent over at the waist, wrapping her arms around V's neck for stability. With her lips at her girlfriend's ear, turned away from anyone that might be able to lip-read, she started talking.
"I bet you're feeling pretty pleased with yourself right now." She whispered. "Old Man has a five and a seven."
Spending time around Lisa gave you a finely-tuned sense for smugness, and that was definitely smugness radiating from V right now.
"When we get out of here, I'm going to get have revenge." Taylor continued. "Redhead has two aces. I'll be thinking of a way to get back at you for our whole stay. Mustache has a ten and a queen, I think." The jack, queen, and king cards were harder to make out than the others. "Maybe I'll make you wear a frumpy grandma sweater. Blondie has a seven and a nine."
The round of betting went through and the dealer added extra cards to the table. One of the face up cards was another ace, so it looked like the redhead was going to win. Despite her rather bad hand, V continued betting pretty high. Even a novice to gambling like Taylor could see that she was deliberately setting herself up to lose, making the first impression of a reckless and overly-aggressive player.
Sounded in character for 'Bianca'.
As expected, the redhead won, raking in a substantial pile of chips with every sign of pleasure. Much of that pile was there because V had kept raising the stakes.
Taylor's own stakes were getting a bit problematic. What the hell was she supposed to keep saying if this game went on for several hours? It was barely the end of the first round and she was already stumbling.
V noticed, because of course she did. But instead of doing something sane, Taylor froze as she felt a familiar hand grip the inside of her thigh. Rather high up her leg at that. Her eyes snapped sideways, just catching the corner of 'Bianca's' icy blue gaze.
"Describe how you'd lick me from top to bottom. In detail. Then you can tell me how you'd like me to lick you" She instructed in a low voice. The hand on her leg slowly inched upwards. "Because one of us is going to get teased at this table, and if it isn't going to be me, then it's going to be you."
It might sound like a threat, but it was a lifeline. Plus, when it came to choosing the lesser evil, Taylor was an old pro. "I would start with your ear, just nibble on it a bit and tug at it with my teeth. Then I'd slowly lick inside the shell…"
Despite the embarrassment, she was able to get into the groove of it, just talking sexy nonsense as if it was only the two of them, adding as much detail as she could think of to pad it out, and slipping information on the other players' cards in between. V's initial bad loss quickly turned around and she began accumulating more and more chips. She still threw the occasional round, made 'mistakes', and fumbled with overly aggressive plays, but overall she was winning.
Taylor also noticed another odd thing. Her female counterparts were trying to copy her. She hadn't noticed it at first, but after the initial suspicion rose up, it was impossible to shake and she became more and more certain of it over time. They were glancing at her as if they were trying to cheat on a test.
Was she… the best eye candy at this table? The thought was so bizarre and alien that it caused her to stumble in the middle of a description of what she would do with V's nipple. Taylor did her best to return to the task at hand, but the notion wouldn't leave her and she began paying closer attention to her counterparts instead of just the players.
Surely she was wrong, right? She was definitely the plainest one here, with a boringly brown hair color, the least revealing dress, and practically no jewelry. It didn't make sense for her to be considered the best eye candy. The only thing she could be said to have that the others didn't was her height and muscle development.
And yet… they were definitely glancing at her and trying to copy her. Hell, even the players were paying more attention to her than their own eye candy. As the game had progressed, a slow conversation had started between the players, a conversation that V had gradually asserted herself as the top bitch in. During that time, she had fielded a few questions about 'Charlotte' and talked her up, mentioned rewarding her with bioware.
Her girlfriend had tricked her into being sexy. Taylor had known, intellectually, that she was going to be pretending to be a sugar baby – someone who was explicitly leveraging their sex appeal for advantage – on this gig, but it hadn't really sunk in until right now. Sex appeal was just not something she had, this was a fact that she had internalized a long time ago. She was just going to be faking it… except, you couldn't really fake sex appeal. It was in the eye of the beholder. You either had or you didn't, and now she suddenly had it.
Or maybe not so suddenly. V hadn't been particularly subtle in her efforts to make Taylor 'strut her stuff' and had repeatedly stated that she was hot. She even forced her to say it herself to a mirror regularly, but she had automatically been dismissing it as a joke or empty flattery. The right neurons hadn't been firing. Even after the biosculpt had smoothed out the parts of her body that she had taken the most issue with, Taylor had only thought of herself in terms of 'not unfeminine anymore' and 'couldn't be called ugly'. The idea that she could turn heads while walking down the street had still been absurd.
Taylor did not know how to deal with this new reality.
V, perceptive as ever, quickly noticed that something was off. She gently nudged Taylor away and handed her a couple of low value chips. Relatively low value.
"Be a dear and get me something to drink, will you, Charlotte." She purred. "Something with a kick. Get a little something for yourself, too."
It would be nice to stretch her legs a bit. Staying bent over like that for an extended period of time would have been absolute murder on her back, legs, and feet if not for the bioware augmentations, but she was still feeling a bit stiff.
"Right away, Ma'am." Taylor said obligingly.
The walk towards the bar was surreal, feeling like she'd stepped into some alternate reality where Taylor Hebert was sexy instead of awkward and off-putting.. She learned how to ignore stares a long time ago. Capes were always stared at, and she'd become so infamous that nobody really wanted to let her out of sight for long.
But that had been on Earth Bet, and the stares had returned here in Night City. She had barely registered it at the time, simply going back to ignoring them for the most part. Except… how many of those stares had been because she was considered a threat and how many of them had been because she was considered attractive? Right now, she was definitely not considered a threat, but plenty of people's heads turned as she passed through the casino.
Behind her, she felt the black woman with the metallic golden hair move away from the table and follow behind her. Was she being copied again? This was so weird. It was behavior she'd seen back in high school, all the mid-level little bitches emulating the top bitch, which at the time had been Emma. Taylor had always been the weirdo loner looking on from the sidelines, if she was lucky. Getting picked on when she wasn't. Now she suddenly found herself in the top bitch position because of V and had no idea what to do with it.
She reached the bar and barely had to wait at all before the bartender came to her with a friendly grin.
"What can I get you?" He asked. Unlike a lot of the service staff, he wasn't skin-modded to look like an android. Probably because his job required him to be personable.
"Something fruity for me, and something with a good kick for my… friend." Taylor wasn't sure how to describe 'Bianca' and just defaulted to being vague.
The bartender glanced in the direction she pointed at, took a good look at 'Bianca' and then nodded. "A classy lady and her young… friend." He smirked. "I think I have just the thing."
He put one cocktail glass and one regular glass on the table and launched into a flashy routine of mixing drinks. Rum, vodka, and something she didn't recognize mixed with pineapple and orange juice.
"For you, the Yellow Hammer Slammer." He said, sticking a straw into the glass.
"Thank you." Taylor said, taking the drink and doing her best to smile. V had made her practice.
Meanwhile, the bartender had continued mixing, this time nothing but various alcohols. She recognized gin and some kind of wine.
"That any good?" Her fellow eye candy had caught up by now and stood next to her at the bar.
Taylor stopped sipping at her drink and looked at her, once again struck by the garishness. The woman was thick and curvy in ways that she would never be and her face was quite pretty as well, but she was just so gaudy. Never mind how the metallic gold hair clashed with her dark complexion. It could have worked if not for the bright pink dress and excessive jewelry. Earrings, a necklace, bracelets, rings,… it was all just too much. Same with the makeup.
Taylor might not have any idea what would work well, but she could definitely tell what wasn't working, and it was this. It was like this woman was just trying to be as loud as possible. Had her 'date' just thrown money at her in the hopes of looking richer than he was?
"It's very good, yes." She said, sipping slowly at the drink. The burn of the alcohol was almost completely hidden by the sweetness of the orange and pineapple.
Why was this conversation even happening?
"Preem, might have to try one myself." It was almost sad watching this woman trying to act nonchalant. She was so bad at it. "So where do you work? Don't think I've heard of any agency where the joytoys are so standard."
Taylor froze. Did this bitch just… call her a basic whore?
If she was still in high school, that might have hurt. As it was, it was transparently easy to see what was going on here. Rank jealousy.
A pleasant tickling sensation fluttered in her stomach. It took Taylor a moment to realize what it was. She was feeling powerful. Not in the pants-shittingly-terrifying way that she used to feel bad about, but in the feminine way that she had never experienced before. Another woman was feeling threatened and insecure around her, enough that she felt the need to insult her to make herself feel better.
Taylor still had no idea how to navigate this uncharted social territory and did not have any repertoire of subtle put-downs she could use to retaliate, so she just stuck to the 'truth'.
"I work for Biotechnica." She said coolly, tilting her chin up defiantly.
Belatedly, she realized that this move now had her literally looking down her nose at the shorter woman. Hurray for unintentional condescenscion.
The joytoy bristled. "And you think that makes you better than me?"
No, Taylor didn't think that, but 'Charlotte' would. Honestly, that question was probably a better gotcha than anyone hearing it realized, because she really wasn't sure how to respond to it.
So she didn't respond to it and just turned to the bartender, who had finished mixing V's drink a little while back. She placed the casino chips on the counter, probably overpaying by a massive degree, and picked up the pale drink.
"What is this one called?" She asked, completely ignoring the now fuming joytoy.
"A French 77. Sophisticated, sweet, and kicks like a mule." The bartender explained.
"Perfect." Taylor was very amused that he'd picked such an appropriate drink to make for V.
Not sparing the other woman any more attention, she took both drinks and started walking back to the poker table. That was apparently another unintentional insult, because her fellow eye candy barely waited for her own drink to be ready before stomping after her.
Her intentions were clear – 'accidentally' bump into her and make her spill the drinks. Damn it, what a mess.
Taylor pretended to be oblivious, then stepped aside at the last moment just as the other woman came up behind her and very deliberately tried to shoulder check her. The lack of impact made her miss a step and she twisted her heeled ankle, tumbling forward and accidentally throwing the drink she was carrying into her own face.
Naturally, this event drew a lot of attention. The laughter started immediately.
Taylor wasn't exactly enjoying the fallen woman's public humiliation, but that had been meant for her, so she couldn't feel too bad about it either. In the end, she just walked past, ignoring the pitiful, alcohol-soaked glare, returning to the table.
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Well, that could have ended in disaster. V had to wonder if Taylor realized just how much she had flexed on the room back there. Probably not.
However, there was something different about her. V couldn't put her finger on it immediately. So she paid close attention to her girlfriend's behavior from then on – not like the other players at the table needed a lot of focus.
It was as she sent her to pick up the second round of drinks that V got an inkling about what had changed. Taylor was standing straighter, her chest held out more proudly, more sway in her hips, and a hint of smugness in her expression. The bug master was good at not emoting, but things leaked through when she was banned from swarm shunting.
Taylor was finally feeling beautiful. It was about time – V had been working on that for months. Old and entrenched thought patterns didn't disappear overnight, but they could be gradually worn down. She was using the same technique on herself to beat down her own paranoia about letting anyone close.
As a result, 'Charlotte' had also become more comfortable in her role, and there was an undercurrent of lust to her whispered descriptions of the sexy things she wanted to do that hadn't been there before. The drinks probably helped with that. Even with bioware enhancements, the alcohol eventually started to tell.
By the end of the night, 'Bianca' was twenty thousand eddies richer. Not bad for such a low stakes table. The other players bowed out when it became clear that they weren't getting their money back, which suited 'Bianca' just fine. She was pleasantly buzzed and 'Charlotte' was even worse off, needing help to keep steady.
'Bianca' made sure that anyone looking their way saw the eager smirk on her face. She led 'Charlotte' into the elevator, pressed the button for the sixth floor, then immediately pressed the younger woman face first against the wall, hands slipping under her dress.
"Stop it!" 'Charlotte' whisper-screamed. "There's cameras in here!"
"You seemed to enjoy being watched earlier." 'Bianca' murmured, roughly pinching a nipple with her left hand while her right slid over the thong.
"What!?" The younger woman sputtered in shock. "I didn't!"
"Didn't you?" She whispered back heatedly, tugging on the nipple and rubbing her fingers over the thong. "Then what was that smug little smirk on your face about when I sent you out to get drinks for us?"
"I wasn't smirking." 'Charlotte' denied.
'Bianca' pulled on the nipple painfully, making the younger woman hiss. "You know better than to lie to me, sweetie."
"Maybe I enjoyed it a little." Taylor (and it was Taylor, rather than Charlotte) admitted in a small voice.
"As you should." 'Bianca' said huskily, stepping up her fondling. "You were, without a doubt, the most molestable woman there."
"Ma'am, please." 'Charlotte' begged, obviously embarrassed.
"Please what?"
"Please stop. Don't do this here."
"Will you wear the collar for me?" She asked lustfully.
'Charlotte' swallowed, then nodded. "Yes, Ma'am. I'll wear the collar."
"That's what I like to hear." 'Bianca' praised. Then the elevator dinged for the sixth floor. "Come along."
She pulled her lover along by the hand, feeling the heat pool in her core. 'Bianca' was a horndog, but V wasn't really faking that. It was always easiest to make a false personality by exaggerating a genuine trait, and she absolutely was hot for Taylor all the time. Especially when she got to play with her. 'Charlotte' emphasized Taylor's youthful inexperience with sex and shyness, which made them a perfect pair.
"Undress for me." She murmured once they were in the bedroom. "Slowly."
'Charlotte' did her best to look confident as she slowly pulled her dress off and shimmied out of it. Then she turned around and did the same with her thing, making sure to bend at the waist to do it like a good girl. Her heels went last, again featuring the maximum possible amount of bending over.
"You're so beautiful." V murmured, walking around her lover and trailing her hands over her, enjoying the way she shivered.
"Thank you." Taylor said quietly, a little smile pulling at her lips.
"Something is missing…" 'Bianca' hinted.
'Charlotte' pinked and glanced towards the suitcase with the toys. Reluctantly, she walked over and picked up the collar, just holding it in her hands for a second.
V stared at her with anticipation. Finally, with a little huff, Taylor put the collar on. It took a good bit more effort to tamp down the fire in her eyes and pull Charlotte over herself again.
"It looks good on you." 'Bianca' praised, grabbing her chin with two fingers and tilting her head up so she could give her a kiss. Then she turned around, presenting her back. "Unzip me."
'Charlotte' did so, allowing her to step out of the step out of it.
Then she turned around so that they were facing each other, and 'Bianca' gave her next instruction. "Now my panties."
'Charlotte' went down to her knees, slowly sliding the thong down her legs and slipping it over her feet. That left them face-to-crotch, allowing the younger woman to clearly see her moist nether lips.
"You did that to me, sweetie." 'Bianca' said huskily, reaching down to run her fingers over herself, smearing the juices across her pubic mound. "You have a real way with words – all those naughty things you whispered to me…"
A hint of pride and smugness entered the currently blue eyes. Taylor might be a bit awkward about how different the dynamic between Charlotte and Bianca was, but she still enjoyed validation even though she tried to hide it.
"I was just doing what you told me to, Ma'am." She demurred.
"So distant." 'Bianca' murmured sadly. "Are you trying to break my heart?"
'Charlotte' looked momentarily confused, but then her cheeks flushed in realization. "No, Mommy. I'm sorry."
"No, I'm sorry." She said, much to the younger woman's confusion. "I clearly haven't been showing you enough love."
She led 'Charlotte' over to the toy suitcase before she could protest and took out one of the Mrs. Studds. The bigger one, as it happened, then one that 'Charlotte' had worn last night.
V was eventually going to tell Taylor that she'd had both of them custom made using their biometric data. She was slightly 'roomier', which was why Taylor got the bigger cock.
It would also build her confidence a bit. You would think that dick measuring would be an entirely male preoccupation, but it really wasn't. If it was possible to compete over it, people would do it. Put two people into an empty room and give each of them a rock, and they would start comparing them to see who had the better rock.
Or in this case, give two women fake cocks, and they would automatically start comparing them.
'Bianca' pressed herself up against her lover's back as she carefully attached the sextoy. Then she pointed to the contained of fake cum. "Fill it up."
It was terribly amusing to watch her girlfriend attach the small hose to it and flip it on. She just looked so awkward. Well, this gig was also a way to push Taylor's boundaries and get her more comfortable with being kinky. Their relationship was established and solid enough now that it could take a little stretching.
"Umm, how much?" 'Charlotte' asked, looking down as the sextoy's testicles slowly grew larger as the fake cum inflated them.
"A little bit more… more… enough." 'Bianca' said once the fake nuts were about a handful. She made sure by fondling them and giving the shaft a nice stroke, triggering the internal and clitoral vibrators. "Perfect. Now lay on the bed."
'Charlotte' walked with a slightly awkward waddle, clearly very distracted by the thing jutting forward from between her legs. Once she laid down, her eyes kept flicking to it nervously as it stood proudly erect.
'Bianca' stalked towards the bed, still wearing her high heels. "Now just let Mommy love you…"
She crawled onto the bed, running her hands up 'Charlotte's legs, stopping at her waist. 'Bianca' made a show of licking her lips, then bent down to engulf the Mrs. Studd with her mouth, taking it all the way to the hilt. V had gotten removed her gag reflex a long time ago.
The fake penis felt almost identical to a real one. It had much the same texture, and it bent the same way. Only the slightly 'off' taste of the RealSkinn and the temperature gave it away.
'Charlotte's' breath caught and her hands fisted the sheets as the vibrator reacted to the deepthroating. 'Bianca' made sure to liberally coat the shaft in spit before pulling back with a smug grin and crawling forward over the younger woman's body.
"Will you be good for me?" She asked, rubbing her moist nether lips over the head of the fake cock.
"Yes. Mommy." 'Charlotte' whispered, swallowing. Her eyes were fixed on the spot where they were almost connected.
"Then don't cum until I allow it." 'Bianca' instructed and sank down on the Mrs. Studd in a single motion.
'Charlotte' gasped as the Mrs. Studd vibrated strongly in response. 'Bianca' started off slow, rolling her hips in wide circles as she worked the shaft. The vibrator in the penis part was kept at a deliberately low intensity – this wasn't about pleasuring herself, but about teasing her lover.
And it was working. 'Charlotte' started breathing deeply in her attempts to control herself, reaching up to take hold of the bars on the bed. Her eyes started drifting shut as the pleasure began to build.
"Look at me." 'Bianca' commanded, speeding up slightly. "I want to see your eyes."
'Charlotte' obeyed, her pupils blown out and full of lust. "Mommy, I'm getting close."
"Hold it back." 'Bianca' ordered, throwing her head back with a moan and reaching up to pinch at her nipples. "You don't cum until I say so."
"Yes, Mommy." The younger woman hissed, starting to squirm.
V was pretty sure that Taylor could have shunted her building orgasm into the swarm as well, but she wasn't allowed to do that. Not to mention that it would ruin the entire point of having sex.
"Mommy, I can't…!" 'Charlotte' cried out, throwing her head left and right in a vain attempt to hold back.
'Bianca' let herself fall forward and gripped the younger woman's face, forcing eye contact again.
"You will." She whispered huskily, working her pelvis over the shaft. The sight of her normally so self-controlled lover gripped in the throes of pleasure was insanely hot. "Hold it back."
But 'Charlotte' could not. With a defeated cry, she shuddered and thrust her pelvis up. The sensors in the Mrs. Studd registered the orgasm and triggered the ejaculation, filling up her vaginal canal.
'Bianca' kept hold of 'Charlotte's face, staring her in the eyes as the orgasm continued and as it abated. She didn't say anything, just kept their gazes locked as embarrassment and a hint of shame filled the younger woman's face.
"I'm sorry, Mommy, I couldn't hold it back any longer." She said.
"That's alright. No harm done." 'Bianca' crooned, petting the brown hair. "But you did leave quite a mess."
Saying that, she rose off the Mrs. Studd and moved further up until she was straddling 'Charlotte's' face, letting her see the fake cum starting to ooze out of her stuffed hole.
There was a moment of silence as she stared down with pointed expectation.
After several seconds, 'Charlotte' licked her lips nervously, eyes flitting between 'Bianca's' blue eyes and the creamed pussy hovering over her.
"Then I should… clean up after myself?" She asked uncertainly.
"Exactly." 'Bianca' spoke the word in the lewdest possible tone, lowering herself onto the younger woman's mouth.
The first lick was hesitant, but then she realized that the fake cum tasted more like a fruit smoothie than actual cum and she became a great deal more enthusiastic.
As if V would subject her lover to the taste of the real thing.
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These are the trials and tribulations of Jackie Welles…
Day 3.
Jackie exhaled purely for lack of anything else to do as he paced around the apartment. The TV was blaring some nonsense. God, but this was boring, and it was barely the third day!
Day 6.
Jackie was usually not much of a reader. He did have a book that he liked to read before a big job, For Whom The Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway, but reading in general was not one of his primary hobbies.
This boring ass gig was changing that.
Day 11.
"Thirty-one! Thirty-two! Thirty-three!" Jackie grunted, lifting up the heavy dumbbells.
He'd ordered them delivered to this apartment, since he couldn't leave. With his recent bioware enhancements, they had to be extremely heavy in order to do anything for him.
Not that he had anything better to do.
Day 17.
Making 'ninja noises', Jackie threw cards across the room, pretending that they were shuriken. He was starting to get some serious distance with them.
Day 22.
"Misty, mi amor, I miss you so much." Jackie crooned into the phone. "I feel like I'm gonna explode if I don't see you soon."
Despite that, he didn't suggest that she come visit him in this apartment. The danger might be minimal, but he didn't want his girl anywhere near it regardless. He was technically already doing a gonk move by telling her about the gig at all, but he wasn't going to leave his girl in the dark.
Misty giggled at him. "Just wait a few more days, then you can explode as much as you want."
Jackie groaned. "You little tease. When did you get so cruel? This is V's fault isn't it?"
Considering that his current suffering was V's fault, it seemed like a fair deduction.
"Maybe." Misty said coyly. "I can send you something naughty to help you pass the time…?"
Jackie knew it was a bad idea, but he couldn't say no to that.
Day 27.
"Oooohhhhhmmmmmmm." Jackie chanted, sitting in a meditative position. "Oooohhhhhmmmmmm."
Taylor and V had better finish up soon, or he was going to achieve enlightenment or some shit.
Day 30.
The huge pile of bugs – the technological eavesdropping kind – had been depleted to nearly nothing. Day by day, Taylor's insects had come in and carried a bunch of them off to be planted inside the hotel.
Jackie was snoring thunderously in his bed when he was awoken by an ominous buzzing.
"It is time." The walls spoke.
In his half-asleep state, Jackie screamed like a little girl and reflexively activated his Sandevistan even as he rolled off the bed.
A hellish sounds came from the walls that he belatedly recognized as laughter.
"Real funny, Taylor. Hilarious even." He grumbled, holding a hand to his chest.
"It is time. Prepare the cyberscorpion." The bugs said again.
That got him perked right up and he quickly forgot all about the scare.
On the dining table it waited, one of Taylor's newer toys. The cyberscorpion.
It was exactly what it sounded like – a cybernetically augmented scorpion. Its legs, stinger, grippy claw things, and most of its body were all replaced with cybernetics. The only thing still natural about it was its nervous system. The thing could crawl up vertical surfaces if they weren't too smooth, the pincers had more movement range and dexterity, there was a small camera on its back, and the stinger could be fitted with a number of attachments.
Despite their best efforts, Taylor and Vik hadn't managed to find a way to create a repeater that would act as a relay for her powers. The ripper hadn't even managed to detect any kind of signal at all. He had, however, been able to adapt some neuralware for use on sufficiently large bugs. Usually, that would be useless, but with Taylor in control, it allowed for cybernetics to be used on bugs.
Of course, nobody made bug cyberware, so Viktor had to make them custom. Fortunately, that wasn't all that hard since they didn't have to be particularly sophisticated. Taylor's power was once again doing most of the heavy lifting and it wasn't like bugs could become cyberpsychos.
At least, Jackie hoped not.
He took the datashard with the daemon loaded on it and attached it to the cyberscorpion's stinger. Then he watched as spiders wove a strong net of silk strings under it, and large beetles came to grab the ends and fly off with the cyberscorpion.
"Godspeed." Jackie saluted.
At least the jolt of adrenaline had him wide awake. If anything was going to go wrong, now was the most likely time for it to happen.
XXXXX
Taylor smothered a smile at Jackie's antics and focused on the job.
Planting bugs in all the rooms and staff areas was easy. Slipping the daemon into the subnet was considerably more risky, because the best place to do that was in the primary mainframe.
After the DataKrash, people had learned about the danger of excessive connectivity. Reliance on firewalls and cybersecurity was replaced by requiring physical access to get to the deeper parts of a secure subnet.
It trying to get in across the net was like attacking a castle from the outside, having physical access was like getting in through a secret passage.
Obviously, actually getting to the mainframe wasn't easy. In fact, it was pretty much impossible unless you were willing to smash through multiple security checkpoints. Doing it by stealth was out of the question, because nobody was supposed to go there except for the netrunner in charge of the hotel's security.
But the room still needed airflow, and her cyberscorpion was small enough to fit into the vents. Taylor had spent the entire month so far gathering information to make sure that it could be done. The patrols of the robot security, the movements of the staff, the conversations, the cameras, the air shafts, the maintenance tunnels… everything. And the final verdict was that it could be done.
Meanwhile, V had been entrenching their cover by giving them a reputation.
A reputation as a dirty old pervert and her young plaything. Bianca had particularly become known for being overly bold and self-assured in everything she did. Talking to people, gambling, and sex. Everyone 'knew' that Bianca was a freak that took particular enjoyment in flexing on people. She had gotten 'caught' by staff or other guests several times, molesting or pressuring an awkward Charlotte into sex in places where she had no business doing that kind of thing. That first incident in the elevator had been only the beginning. By now, said staff 'knew' that the shameless woman was a thrill-seeker that loved the risk of getting caught.
And on this night, 'Bianca' was feeling extra randy because she had won big at poker. Nearly a quarter million eddies after getting into a bluffing contest with another reckless player. She didn't even wait until getting to the elevator before starting to get handsy with 'Charlotte'. Plenty of people saw them and everyone would know exactly what they would be doing for the next couple of hours.
'Charlotte' put up a token effort at fighting 'Bianca' off as she was molested all the way back to their room, but Taylor was mostly focusing on flying in her cyberscorpion and then leading it through the labyrinthine mass of air vents and maintenance passages that led to the mainframe.
Once they were inside, the hanky panky stopped and V stroked her hair while she rested her head on her lap. It wasn't really necessary as she could control her bugs without losing focus on her body, but it was nice.
And it was important to get this right.
The cyberscorpion scuttled its way through the building, unnoticed. V was also connected to it and using its camera as a relay for her own cyberdeck, occasionally having to open up a maintenance shaft.
Finally, they made it to the mainframe, where a dedicated netrunner was jacked in and running security. If this was the old days, back before the DataKrash, it would have been an artificial intelligence that never had to eat, sleep, or go to the bathroom, but nobody would trust an AI like that nowadays.
Taylor had been keeping an especially close eye on this netrunner over the past month, and had a pretty good idea about his movements.
There were netrunners out there that hated spending time in realspace, but he was not one of them. Made sense, since he had to stay within the hotel's network instead of doing whatever he wanted out in the wild. That was probably why he liked to really savor the sandwich he ate every night he was on the clock, in between two and three in the morning.
Taylor waited patiently for him to jack out and go on his break, leaving the mainframe unprotected. As soon as it happened and he was out of the room, the cyberscorpion scuttled in from where it had been hidden and used its stinger to jack into the dataport.
"Uploading the daemon now." V whispered, her eyes glowing slightly to indicate that her focus was elsewhere.
Taylor was prepared for something to go wrong, but nothing did. The daemon was uploaded with time to spare, sinking deep into the subnet and hijacking its own resources to coordinate the web of listening devices they had planted across the hotel. The netrunner would come back and find nothing wrong, because the daemon would be part of the subnet by that point.
And the cyberscorpion scuttled right back out, where it was picked up by another team of strong flying bugs.
XXXXX
It had been a fun gig, but V was glad that it was almost over. Pretending that she was still one of these corpo chucklefucks had been more tedious than she'd expected. Felt good to take their money, though. Maybe they should open a casino themselves one day? Imagining someone trying to read Taylor's poker face when she was swarm shunting made her want to laugh.
Most of the stuff they brought was packed and they were ready to go, but V intended to make their exit memorable for Taylor. And get her girlfriend good and riled up.
That was why V was waiting for her when she got out of the shower, naked and Mrs. Studd already attached. By the look on her face, Taylor had already known about it thanks to her bugs.
"Ma'am, I just got out of the shower." 'Charlotte' said plaintively.
"I'm not letting you walk out of here without staking my claim." 'Bianca' said lustfully, fondling the Mrs. Studd. "Unless you'd like to wear the collar for our exit?"
Taylor would never go for that, but that wasn't the point. The point was to roleplay.
"No, Ma'am." 'Charlotte' shook her head in resignation. "What do I have to do?"
Taylor had improved her act significantly since the first day. She was a lot more comfortable and a lot less awkward.
"Bend over the couch and spread yourself for me." 'Bianca' instructed. "I'm going to stuff your holes."
Nothing new there, except for the part where Taylor would have to carry the fake cum around in her as they left the hotel. She would never have gone for it when this gig started, but a month of constantly having her boundaries pushed had done its job. She only hesitated for a second.
"Yes, Ma'am." She said demurely, before going over to the couch and bending herself over the backrest, reaching back to spread herself open.
To have someone of such otherworldly power so obedient made a familiar bolt of arousal lance up V's spine. She had to wonder what Taylor would be like if the roles were switched and was looking forward to finding out.
"That's what I like to hear." 'Bianca' whispered as she knelt down, sticking her tongue into the offered feminine sex. She didn't indulge for long, just enough to make sure it was good and lubricated, even though 'Charlotte's small moans tempted her to keep going. Standing up, she positioned the Mrs. Studd's tip at the entrance and whispered again.
With one thrust, she plunged in, reveling in the sharp grunt of pleasure it elicited. Then she grabbed hold of 'Charlotte's' wrists to use as handholds and set a quick pace. This time, it wasn't about drawing out the pleasure, but about marking territory.
Although she did still turn off the vibrator end when she felt her orgasm approaching, wanting them to peak together.
"I'm almost there, Ma'am!" 'Charlotte' reported urgently, hissing out the words through her small grunts and moans.
'Bianca' didn't reply verbally, instead setting the vibrator to its highest setting and increasing her pace. It took only a few seconds before they climaxed, cries of pleasure mingling in the air. She stayed sheathed inside the younger woman until the Mrs. Studd finished expelling its store of tasty fake ejaculate, then slowly pulled out.
The sight of it slowly beginning to ooze back out made her lick her lips and swallow, resisting the urge to dive in and slurp it out. V was really hoping that Taylor had become fond of these additions to their sex life by now.
"What do you say to the idea of walking out like this, with cum oozing down your legs?" She suggested lustfully, knowing that Taylor would never go for it.
"I would rather not, Ma'am." Was the predictable stiff reply. She took a deep breath and grabbed one of the things V had left on the couch earlier. A shiny strip of latex-like black material. "Please seal me up."
"Well, since you asked so nicely…" 'Bianca' teased, taking the black strip. She pressed it over the younger woman's vagina and rubbed her fingers over it, making the nanomachines in the black strip attach to the skin, forming an airtight seal. "But we still have more holes to go."
Silently, 'Charlotte' handed her another item from the couch. The anal pump.
V smiled as she took it. Taylor had a strong sense of fair play, and simply taking it up the butt herself first had gone a long way to convincing her to not protest much that first time. Now she had gotten used to it and knew the joys of anal.
Once her bowels were cleared out, 'Charlotte' silently handed her the lube and continued holding her cheeks spread as it was applied. Then came the container of SavorySpunk.
"Did you know that the Mrs. Studd can be kept connected to the Spunk container?" 'Bianca' asked, as she plugged the hose in. "Then it will just keep cumming and cumming."
'Charlotte' stiffened slightly, then took a deep breath before speaking in an even tone. "No, Ma'am, I didn't know that."
"Is that something you would like, Charlotte?" 'Bianca' asked, prodding the tip of the Mrs. Studd against the lubricated anus. "To have your bowels stuffed full to bursting?"
A faint tremor ran through the parahuman's body. "No, Ma'am. I would prefer just the normal amount."
V wasn't disappointed, having expected as much. The question had mostly been to put the idea in Taylor's head for later.
"As you wish." She said, disconnecting the hose.
"Thank you, Ma'am." The relief was obvious in the younger woman's tone, and in the way she relaxed.
'Bianca' pushed forward, penetrating several inches in, making 'Charlotte' yelp in surprise.
"My pleasure." She whispered hotly, continuing to slowly push forward.
Nanomeds did a lot to fix the issue of gaping, but Taylor's sweet booty had still become a great deal more accommodating since the first time. There was no need to spend thirty minutes slowly pushing in and letting her get used to it in tiny increments. This time, she was able to hilt herself in less than a minute.
"Oh, I love this tight little ass of yours." 'Bianca' said huskily, running her hands over the firm muscles of the gluteus maximus. Then she grabbed the conveniently placed wrists again and repeated what she'd done previously.
Both of them had already cum once, so it took longer this time. 'Charlotte's' sweet moans were even more pleasant to hear.
"Ma'am, I'm cumming!" She cried out, legs trembling.
"Then do it, cum for me!" 'Bianca' urged.
Judging by the way the vibrator went to town on her, she did indeed clench. V groaned loudly and thrust forward, feeling the Mrs. Studd ejaculating again. They both trembled in the throes of their shared orgasm.
Once it passed, 'Charlotte' silently handed her the buttplug.
"You want me to plug you?" 'Bianca' asked teasingly.
"Yes, Ma'am." 'Charlotte' didn't rise to the bait.
Chuckling, she carefully pulled out and inserted the buttplug before there could be any leakage.
With a deep, shuddering breath, 'Chalotte' pushed off from the couch's backrest and walked awkwardly over to her clothes. Clearly, she was not feeling comfortable with the volume of fake jizz moving around in her bowels and vaginal canal.
'Bianca' smiled as she looked at her, reaching for some strategically placed wet wipes to clean up the Mrs. Studd. Then she reached for the container and refilled it.
Taylor froze, clearly having either heard it or sensed the movements with her bugs. Whichever it was, she slowly turned around with a questioning look on her face, her eyes flicking down to the Mrs. Studd.
"Ma'am?" She asked warily.
"I said I was going to stuff your holes." 'Bianca said huskily, striding forward and running her thumb across the younger woman's lips. "We still have one more to go. Unless you'd prefer the collar?"
A hint of exasperation flashed across Taylor's expression, but she didn't put up a fight as she was maneuvered back against a wall and pushed down to her knees. 'Bianca' put the tip of the Mrs. Studd against her mouth and started pressing forward.
V strongly suspected that Taylor was cheating and shunting her gag reflex into the swarm, because she didn't seem like the type of girl that had practiced deepthroating enough to master it the old fashioned way. Still, she didn't call her out on it as she started fucking the younger woman's throat.
The vibrators in the shaft were disabled for this, as they would just make things weird and unpleasant, but the vaginal ones responded to the blowjob just fine. The biggest enjoyment, however, was seeing Taylor's eyes nearly black with lust, staring upwards as the shaft of the fake cock disappeared into her mouth. The fire in them was very much not Charlotte, but V really couldn't bring herself to care.
"Here it comes." She gasped, feeling her third orgasm approaching. She pulled back so that only the head of the Mrs. Studd was past her girlfriend's lips. "Hold it in your mouth, baby."
Realization of her plans bloomed in the blue eyes, but it was too late to protest. The Mrs. Studd erupted, filling up Taylor's mouth with thick, banana-flavored goop.
V pulled her girlfriend up and smiled at her, leaning forward to give her a peck on the lips. "Now we can go home."
The stare she received in return made her lips twitch. She was definitely going to be paying for this.
XXXXX
Taylor was pretty sure that the scanner at the door had picked up on something. The look that the guard gave her – a mix of surprise, amusement, and sympathy – was a bit too noteworthy for it to be otherwise. It made her want to shrivel up and die of embarrassment. At least she knew that all of the hotel's employees had fully bought into the lie that was Bianca and Charlotte, small comfort that it was.
The two of them stuffed their luggage into the Delamain limo and rode off. V called Jackie and told him that he was good to pack up and leave, and the rest of the ride was done in silence.
Delamain was known to be perfectly discreet, but it still seemed like a bad idea to discuss crime inside it.
But that wasn't the main reason why neither she nor V spoke during the ride. No, Taylor didn't say anything for the simple reason that she couldn't. Her mouth was still full of fake cum after all, banana flavor and all.
She could have swallowed it already, but she had a different idea. They took a slightly roundabout way through the city, and got dropped off in a place where they could change cars, before finally making their way home.
As soon as they were in the safety of their loft, Taylor grabbed V and pulled her into a rough kiss, forcing the fake cum into her mouth. Her girlfriend resisted for a moment before accepting it, only pulling away once all of it had been transferred.
V wiped the corners of her mouth and swallowed heavily, quirking a grin. "Mmm, kinky."
"You are so fucking embarrassing." Taylor cursed, finding it hard to muster up any real outrage. She had agreed to the gig after all, and had known there would be kinky stuff going on. "I hope you enjoyed yourself."
That much was sincere. Taylor started worrying that she was boring in the bedroom almost from the start, since V was obviously much more experienced. This entire episode had been horribly embarrassing, but not… bad. If her girlfriend had enjoyed herself, then she was willing to experiment a bit.
"I did." V confirmed honestly, smiling. Her expressions still looked wrong with the blond hair and icy blue eyes. "Wait right here for a second, and no peeking with your bugs!"
"What are you up to?" Taylor asked suspiciously. Her girlfriend didn't reply, just grabbed a bag that was sealed airtight from her closet and moved in the direction of the armory. "V!"
"Just wait! Don't do anything, just… wait. Please?" V pleaded.
Confused, but also curious, Taylor found herself nodding. "Okay…"
"And don't peek!" V repeated, carrying the nondescript sealed bag into the armory. "I want it to be a surprise."
"Fine."
V disappeared almost before the word was spoken, the door of the armory sliding shut. Now alone, Taylor grimaced slightly and shifted in place, feeling the fake cum sealed inside her moving with her. Would it count as 'doing something' if she cleaned that up?
Knowing V, probably.
Ignoring the urge to break her word and peek, Taylor walked over to the fridge and got herself a bottle of RealWater. Just what she needed to wash out the lingering taste of bananas in her mouth.
And damn it, she was getting horny again. No, scratch that, she'd been getting horny ever since they left the hotel, and she wasn't sure if it was because of the fake cum's mild aphrodisiac effect or if she was just becoming a sex fiend. She'd spent the whole ride plotting how she was going to get back at V for all the stuff she'd done during the gig, but especially for what she'd pulled at the very end. Whatever this 'surprise' was had better be good.
The lights dimmed and the sound system started playing music. Not the usual stuff that was popular in Night City, just a pure instrumental. It was a distinctly Arabic, or maybe Ancient Egyptian, tune, the kind that instantly made you think of sand dunes and stone palaces.
Taylor looked towards the armory door as it slid open, and nearly choked on her water.
V had changed her outfit. Instead of the fancy corpo dress that 'Bianca' had worn, she was now wearing little more than a golden collar, delicate golden chains, and two strips of white silk over her crotch and backside, and another two over her breasts, apparently held in place by nipple chains.
And she wasn't staying still.
V was swaying along to the music in a distinctly serpentine fashion, slowly moving closer.
Taylor had to shake her head to throw off shock and nearly hypnotic state her girlfriend's movements had put her in.
"V… what the hell is with the slave girl outfit?" She asked, bewildered.
"It's not a slave girl outfit." V pouted. "It's a high priestess outfit."
"Uh huh, sure." It was really hard to focus with all the swaying and bouncing on display. "And you are wearing it, because…?"
"Because I've put you through a lot this past month." She replied, not stopping her undulating movements. "And this is my way of showing appreciation for putting up with it."
Putting aside the fact that V must have planned this in advance, Taylor focused on the other bit. "You were just playing your role. I agreed to it ahead of time."
Even if she hadn't known exactly what she was agreeing to.
"And now I'd like to play a different role." V leaned in close. "Please let me worship you, Mistress."
Taylor had to swallow a sudden lump in her throat at V's unmistakably suggestive tone and the eager expression on her face.
"This isn't necessary." She muttered.
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The Biotechnica gig had presented a golden opportunity to… expand Taylor's comfort zone, now it was time to catch the rebound before it could start shrinking back.
"Please don't tease me anymore, Mistress." V mewled, rubbing herself against the younger woman. "Use me to satisfy your dark lusts!"
"V, come on." Taylor squirmed uncomfortably, gently trying to push her away.
Damn it, this wasn't working. V knew that Taylor had the right inclinations to be an aggressive and domineering lover. She had seen it in her eyes more than once even before this gig. Hell, kiss-feeding her that fake cum earlier had been a great sign – not to mention really hot – but the gonk just didn't have the confidence to go for it when she was feeling it. You'd think that putting her on the backfoot for a month would have her boiling over with frustration and ready to make V her bitch for a few days.
Half the reason she'd brought two Mrs. Studds on the gig was to put the idea in her head. It would be good for her to really take charge in the bedroom, even if only occasionally. She was too introverted to ever be socially forward, but simply becoming truly comfortable with herself would go a long way. Once the inside matched the outside, Taylor would be preem as hell. Well, more preem.
Since tempting her was apparently not going to work, V decided to play dirty.
"Please, I need it." She made her voice into a meek and submissive whimper, rubbing her thighs together right up against Taylor. "For the whole month, I've been eagerly waiting to see what you would do to me once we came back home. Don't step on my hopes and dreams, Mistress. I'll do anything."
Taylor had a severely overdeveloped sense of responsibility. If she thought that something had to be done, then she would put on her big girl panties and go do it. It didn't matter if she didn't want to or didn't believe she could, she would at least go out and try. It was the thing that V found most attractive about her.
And yes, your girlfriend begging to be dommed wasn't exactly an emergency, but Taylor wasn't exactly unwilling either, just shy. 'Bianca' had spent lot of their time 'bottoming from the top' and confirming it. Taylor definitely liked being in charge at least some of the time, she just didn't have the same confidence in the bedroom that she did in a fight. That was going to change.
V had never imagined ever being in this situation, having always been far more comfortable being in control. However, she also hadn't imagined ever meeting a dimensionally displaced woman with super powers granted to her by an alien entity, so allowances had to be made.
And Taylor wouldn't be half as sexy if V had tried and somehow managed to succeed in making her submissive and biddable. If was for the greater good of them both, together and individually, that Taylor learn how to act like domineering supervillain in bed.
"Anything?" The bug master asked softly. She had gone still and her eyes were dark with lust.
YES!
"Anything." V confirmed earnestly.
Taylor was quiet for a few seconds, then her cybernetic arm came up to rest on the back of V's neck.
"You left a mess in me back at the hotel." She said, still with the same soft tone.
V let herself be pushed down to her knees and looked up imploringly. "May I clean you up, Mistress?"
A shudder ran through Taylor's body, and it was all she could do to not grin.
"You may." The bug master allowed, still softly.
V went to work immediately, removing the corpo skirt and pulling down the panties, then gently peeling off the seal over the younger woman's vagina. It was, as expected, wet and glistening with the fake cum that hadn't had time to get absorbed into the tissues yes.
She dived right in, dragging her tongue along the labia to scoop up any that got away, then sticking it inside. She kept her eyes open, but half-lidded, staring upwards as if in a daze as she ate up the mess she left behind. She was also deliberately loud about it, swallowing audibly and making soft sounds of enjoyment.
It was working. Taylor's gaze was fixed on her eyes, the blank and guarded expression on her face slowly transforming into open lust. It was all V could to not grin.
She continued licking long after the last of the fake cum was gone, because Taylor was still holding her head in place. Even as her jaw began to ache a bit, she continued and would have kept at it for as long as she had to.
But eventually, Taylor pulled her away and just looked down at her for a while.
"Is it clean?" She asked softly.
"Yes, Mistress." V replied submissively, licking her lips.
"Then you're half done." Taylor told her. Her tone had no hesitation or uncertainty in it, but it couldn't be called commanding either. They'd get there.
"Yes, Mistress." V repeated, crawling around the bug master on hands and knees and then retaking her kneeling position behind her.
She leaned in and gently grabbed the circular end of the buttplug with her teeth, slowly pulling it out. Taylor tried very hard not to react, but she still tensed up and held her breath as it came out. She was probably clenching her jaw, too.
V made sure to be loud as she used her mouth to clean it up, again struggling to hold back a grin as she saw Taylor turn her head to watch in her peripheral vision. The sharp little inhale was also a good sign.
Once she was done, V put the cleaned buttplug on the floor and turned her face toward's her girlfriend's crack. Her anus was already glistening from the fake cum that was trying to escape.
"May I?" She breathed, putting her hands on the firm cheeks and slowly drifting forward as if hypnotized.
"You may." Taylor allowed with, a faint tremble in her voice, removing her shirt. Hopefully that meant that she was getting into it.
V didn't hesitate to dive in, once again licking around the anal ring to catch any of the fake cum that had already escaped. Then she stuck her tongue into the already tightening hole, scooping out any of the stuff that she could reach.
Taylor had to push back to keep her balance, and the flexing of the bowels that V could feel meant that she was helping push the fake cum out. There honestly wasn't much left that hadn't already been absorbed, the intestine being much better at that than the vagina, but V made sure to lick thoroughly.
Taylor certainly wasn't complaining. Getting her ass licked had been one of the things she had consistently enjoyed during the Biotechnica gig. She would have probably shied away from it if she wasn't 'forced'. V could have told her that she didn't mind – even enjoyed – doing this for her until she was blue in the face and Taylor wouldn't have believed her, but now that she'd had a month of it happening, it wasn't weird to her anymore and she was able to enjoy it from a dominant position.
V continued long after there was no SavorySpunk left to clean up, taking a great deal of smug enjoyment in Taylor's heavy breathing and little shudders. She would have kept going for as long as her young lover wanted, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm right here, but the bug master spoke up before it got to that.
"Is it clean?" She asked.
"Yes, Mistress." V pulled back a bit to reply, then waited a beat to see if Taylor would order her to do anything. When no further instructions came, she knew that the bug master had no idea how to continue from here. Well, that was fair, this was her first time playing a role like this. Baby steps. "Did I do good? Do I get a reward?"
There was no sign of relief in Taylor's tone or body language, but V was sure that the feeling was present.
"Yes." She said. "What kind of reward would you like?"
V ducked her head in a show of bashfulness. "I want to have my bowels filled up by you, Mistress. Please ravage my ass and dump all the remaining Spunk in me."
She had been careful to leave just the right amount.
Again, it was hard to see a reaction, but Taylor's breathing suddenly became a little deeper. She'd liked that.
"Is this why you mentioned it back at the hotel?" Taylor asked, connecting the obvious dots.
"Yes, Mistress." V played up the bashful act, looking up through her eyelashes.
It would be easy to dismiss the small exhale as nothing, but V knew that Taylor was amused. Excellent.
"Go get the Mrs. Studd." The parahuman ordered.
V started crawling over to the sextoy suitcase.
"Why are you crawling?" Taylor asked.
"You didn't tell me to stand, Mistress." V replied promptly. It also gave her an opportunity to shake her mostly bare ass at her lover.
There was another small huff of air, which had her hiding another grin. V took three objects from the toy briefcase – the Mrs. Studd, the SavorySpunk container, and one more small object that had never seen use in the hotel.
Taylor said nothing as the Mrs. Studd was attached to her groin and the SavorySpunk tube plugged in. But she did speak up when the other object was offered to her.
"What's this?" She asked, turning the small item around in her hands. It was like a very small phone, with a touch screen interface.
"The remote control for the Mrs. Studd, Mistress." V replied.
Not nearly as convenient as controlling it with neuralware, but Taylor could hardly feel in charge if she wasn't able to control her own sextoy dick.
"I see." Taylor said, glancing at the remote control with an inscrutable expression before handing it back. "Hold on to it for now and go bend over the couch."
Someone was holding a 'grudge' over their last time together at the hotel. V knew for sure now that she was in for a pounding and could hardly wait. She did as she was told and assumed the position, having to stand on her toes because of how tall the couch's back was.
Taylor came up behind her and flipped up the little but of silk cloth, then started applying the lube , both to V's anus and to the Mrs. Studd. By now she was quite comfortable with the action and didn't hesitate to user her fingers to really stuff it into the hole. Once it was done, she wiped her hand on V's thigh.
"The remote." Taylor stated, her cybernetic hand taking a firm grip of V's currently blonde hair.
V's heart was pounding with anticipation and she let out a soft hiss as she was slowly pulled back by her hair. The tip of the Mrs. Studd was pressed firmly into her sphincter, but not yet pushing in. The way that her chest was being forced out strained the nipple chain and tugged at her nipples. She blindly handed the remote back, breathing hard and heavy.
"Are you ready?" Taylor asked, something hungry in her tone.
"Yes!" V shuddered, legs trembling. "Ruin me, Mistress!"
She was hilted in a single thrust. Not fast, but relentless. V's eyes rolled up in her sockets at the delicious pleasure/pain of being stretched, and she cried out lustily to let her lover know that she was enjoying it. As soon as the Mrs. Studd was all in, Taylor used the remote to make it start vibrating.
She was given no time to adjust to the intruder – not that she needed it – as the bug master started pounding away with quiet grunts, fiddling with the remote the whole time. The vibrations got stronger, as did the thrusts, but it was fine. The bioware enhancements weren't good for just combat.
More than fine, even. V's legs were shuddering and her breath coming in ragged gasps as she was fucked properly hard for the first time in years. It only took a few minutes before she was feeling the coiling tension of an approaching orgasm building in her core.
"I'm going to – NNNGGHH – CUM!" She gasped out.
"Hold it!" Taylor commanded, yanking on her hair roughly. "I'm almost there."
That only sent another jolt of pleasure up V's spine. She tried to obey, she really did, but Taylor had only gotten rougher and faster.
"I can't… I can't!" She gritted out through clenched teeth, her whole body tensing up from the effort of holding back the coming orgasm.
The yank on her hair was probably not even intentional, but it was the crack in the dam that broke her self-control. The orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave and V screamed as it took her, eyes rolling up and body shuddering.
Taylor leg go of her hair and let her flop forward, grabbing her hips with both hands and hammering into her with enough force to injure the unaugmented. V could do nothing but take it, helplessly bent over the couch and her body still convulsing from possibly the most powerful orgasm of her life.
It seemed to go on forever, but had to be no more than a few seconds. Taylor continued pounding away at V's abused, oversensitive ass, obviously racing to reach her own peak. Finally, she grunted and thrust forward one final time, holding on to the older woman's hips.
V moaned weakly as she felt the fake cum pour into her bowels in an endless river. More and more, until she felt stuffed full and bloated. The Mrs. Studd continued vibrating as well. It was too much, and she shuddered in another orgasm. Less powerful than the one before, but she was already so sensitive…
Just as she was wondering if she had miscalculated the amount of fake cum, the flow stopped. The vibrating of the Mrs. Studd stopped a moment later.
For a while, there was no sound except that of two women gulping down air.
"Are you okay?" Taylor eventually asked, sounding concerned.
"Okay?" V repeated in a lazy murmur. "That was the best fucking of my life. I'm better than just 'okay'."
She could feel her girlfriend relax. The gonk had no doubt started worrying that she'd gone too far or something.
"Okay, that's good." Taylor breathed out in relief. "So, umm, what now?"
That confidence was a work in progress. They'd get there.
"I need to be plugged or I'll be oozing cream like a squeezed donut." V said, slowly getting her breathing under control.
"Right." Taylor sounded embarrassed.
V didn't bother holding back a snicker as the younger woman awkwardly slowly pulled out.
Taylor seemed to take a bit of offense to that, because she was none too gentle when she came back and stuffed the buttplug in her ass.
"Well?" She asked a moment later. "Are you going to get up?"
"Ah, I might need some help." This time it was V's turn to be embarrassed. "My legs don't seem to be working right."
"Sorry." Taylor muttered, pulling her up by the arms..
"You should be proud and smug, not sorry." V informed her, taking a glance at the spot where she'd been bent over.
There was a sweaty outline of her body imprinted there, which made sense as she was soaked in it. So was Taylor, actually. But more than that, there was a puddle on the floor and the back of the couch looked like someone had sprayed it with water. V hadn't even realized she'd squirted.
"Damn, you really messed me up." She said, leaning heavily on her lover for support as she looked at the evidence.
For a moment, it looked like Taylor was going to apologize again. Then she paused and slowly smirked.
"Yes, I did." She said.
Well, the feeling was genuine even if expressing it didn't come naturally. Baby steps.
"We should probably at least wipe that down with a towel." V sighed.
"I've got it." Taylor said, and her swarm crawled out of every corner, descending on the mess and starting to devour it.
"You really are a goddess." V whispered reverently. No post-sex clean up to ruin the atmosphere? How had this never before come up during their relationship?
"… let's just go take a shower." Taylor muttered, obviously flustered.
Adorable.
"Yes, please." V agreed, smirking. "And then I'd like a cuddle."
"Sounds good."
XXXXX
A while later, the two of them were spooning in bed, with Taylor as the big spoon. She ran her flesh hand over her girlfriend's belly, feeling a bizarre mix of pride and embarrassment at the slight bloating there.
Now that things had calmed down, there was also a question Taylor wanted to ask. A question that had been building up for the whole of the past month.
"So, what angle were you working during this gig?"
Because V was always working some kind of angle. She was a lot like Lisa in that regard, although much better at it. Tattletale had an unfortunate tendency to let her mouth run away from her, and a certain arrogance about her intelligence and powers that didn't always match up with reality. V was much more subtle and controlled. The perks of not being a teenager or a cape.
The currently blonde woman's reply was lazy. "Figured me out, have you?"
"You weren't really hiding it." Taylor pointed out, reaching up to tug at a nipple.
That, ironically, made it easier to trust her. V always made sure to drop plenty of hints that she was up to something. She appreciated the consideration.
"Mmm, I had lots of angles." V admitted with a purr, scooting even further into the cuddle. "Expanding your horizons, introducing you to new pleasures, building up your confidence, showing that you could trust me not to push you too far."
"You almost did a few times." She commented.
"It was the mommy roleplay, wasn't it?" V guessed accurately.
"Yeah." Taylor admitted.
She didn't exactly have 'mommy issues' outside of her grief, which she had somewhat dealt with, but it had still been weird. It was only the fact that 'Bianca' had literally nothing in common with her actual mother that kept her from getting creeped out by it.
"Heh, you have no idea how many times I changed my mind about doing that." V chuckled ruefully. "I wanted something that would make you uncomfortable without being too overbearing. Something that would make you want to push back afterwards. I almost chickened out at the last second and went with something more bland."
That gave Taylor some complicated feelings. If she had backed out it would have spared her a whole lot of embarrassment. But, on the other hand, she didn't want her girlfriend feeling like she had to walk on eggshells around her. There were boundaries that were not to be crossed, but V had been scrupulously careful to tiptoe right up to those boundaries and poke at them. And she always explained herself in full if Taylor asked, so it was hard to get upset about it.
Hearing that V had been nervous about doing it as well made it better.
"It wasn't terrible, once I got used to it." She finally admitted. "But keep it down to a level that Night City television would consider boring, will you?"
"Sure." V laughed, then squeezed her hand. "I really want us to work out, so tell me if I'm being too much of a degenerate."
A new breed of butterflies that she wasn't able to control with her powers appeared in her stomach, and she smiled. "I want us to work out, too."
V twisted around so that they were face to face.
"I love your smile." She cooed, brushing her thumb over Taylor's face.
That compliment was more embarrassing than most of the weird stuff she'd had done to her in the past month. Taylor hadn't felt like she could give a proper smile in years.
"Shut up." She muttered and used her favorite hiding spot/pillow – V's tits.
"No." V retorted petulantly, wrapping her in a tight hug. "I'm going to keep complimenting you until you become vain and narcissistic."
Taylor couldn't help but snort. "That's never going to happen."
"Then I guess I'll never stop complimenting you."
There were worse things in the world.
XXXXX
And now we return to a less exhausting level of lewdness.
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