; ; I was watching. Scrutinizing women and men, boys and girls, men and ; men, girls and girl--all the possible combinations--careening with one ; another across the large open space with an unbelievable view of the ; stars below through the over-engineered perspex.
; ; They were dancing--a couple floating above was fucking through their ; skintight snaptex. Her body was arched backward--as was his--as he ; ground into her and her hands held onto his back while they spun ; slowly end over end in a gravfield, keeping them from floating out ; onto the dance floor.
; ; Other couples were going at it, too, the bass pounding through the ; combined flesh that felt only pleasure and occasional release, ; augmented by a low-grade CAT Neuron with seduction protocols.
; ; Gurney was horny when he returned with the drinks, dropping them into ; their molded plastic slots between us. I could see the bulge in his ; shorts.
; ; "Look what I see," he said, motioning up and to his right with his ; eyes.
; ; An ultra-attractive blonde, hair pulled up and back so as not to be in ; the way, was coming onto a dark-haired girl. The blonde's breasts ; floated freely, her nipples large and succulent--only a tight pair of ; snaptex surrounded her ass and dipped down around her upper legs to ; nest between them. The dark-haired girl wasn't particularly stacked, ; but she had a young, tight body. The blonde was smiling, caressing the ; dark-haired woman's breasts, reaching up under her sportstop to caress ; nipples that were hardening.
; ; I saw something shift slightly in the blonde's snaptex--an I-toy. It ; would've been erotic, but I knew how this episode ended: The blonde ; would be on top and the dark-haired girl wouldn't be herself anymore.
; ; In another moment, the blonde had dipped down in front of the ; dark-haired girl's crotch and was rubbing and caressing and kneading ; like no tomorrow. Floating backwards, the dark-haired girl pulled at ; the blonde's hair to stabilize herself and smiled--the blonde must've ; found a persuasive place to poke.
; ; In a moment, the blonde was leading the dark-haired girl away and we ; were following them, bouncing discreetly across the dance floor after ; them, avoiding merging flesh and the occasional floating blob of ; unidentifiable sexual juices escaped from the snaptex and on their way ; into the filtration system.
; ; Maybe I could save this girl--even though I had bigger fish to ; fry. Maybe with Gurney's help.
; ; But, probably not.
; ; End of Part 9 ; [1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10 ; 11 ; 12 ; 13] ; ;