
{Probably Just a quicky.}

Interface {MF Cybr Drug}
{PL FLA - Uncivilized (Vanished)}

"Here you go," the bartender dropped off my Hash beer, and I reached back for my cable.  Connecting to the bar, I transferred the credits, and stayed hooked up.  {What's going on tonight?

Nothing much, weeknight, the regulars, some guy using the VI booth in the corner.  A race going, I grin, sign on, and select a vehicle.  On screen, I take a sip, and close my eyes.  Fall through the Face to the cockpit, launch from Start, and pull out to the track.

Unfocusing, my eyes twitch out in my lids, and I pan back to 3rd person.  Behind the hover sled, the halfpipe track banks ahead, and my head tilts, slipping up on the wall, twisting around to come up on the guy pulling up the rear.  WHNG! I bolt past him, and drop back to the bottom of the track.  GLGLGK!

3rd place, short feild, #2 taking that turn ahead.  Bank up, there he is, back into the corkscrew.  Swallow, and try to control the vertigo.  Shake my head, the sight spin without any G force, swirling, but not feeling it in my ear.  KHhH! I side swipe him, and he spins up, out of the track, thrown into space with the force.

TZWOOO! full power, comming out of it to the straightaway.  Climbing, leaving the track shortly, and pulling back, canards up to steer back down, on the track.  1st Place blinking ahead, on radar, the track's line, banking, can't catch him before:

FINISH!!!

2nd place.}

"HhH!" I open my eyes, look around, kill my brew.  Cannaboids kicking in, I get out a cigar, and order another.

"The lady got this one," he points, now how did I miss her?  Behind me, I guess, the screen switched back to mirror, and I raised my bottle.

She gets up, in that dressuit.  Tight over her thighs, I disconect, and turn around.  "Nice cable," I roll it back up in it's pocket.

"Thanks," business, with her hair down, low cut in front over a solid green shirt, but round under the tight tailoring.

"Cheers," a Coka Mohito, green leaf steeping in the rum with mint, and lime zest.  CLK!

"Never seen you here before," pretty face, looked carved, but nothing but curves in the visible bone.

She shrugs, "I don't really have a bar, I go to."  Delightfully, "Nice race."

"Seccond place," I take another pull.

"You started late," she noticed, "Would have lapped them if it wasn't the last half."

"I guess," she sat down.

"You a pilot?" she looked behind me.  Sacral mount, usually for Vehicular Control.

"Engineer," I nodded, "Working on the Transcorp building."

"Construction," she smiled, and leaned in, interested.

I nod, "Right now, I'm a Robot Operator."

"Explains the mount," location, "But how about the cable?"

New, I reached back, and unrolled it again.  "I like the flat cable for comfort," it's flesh tone out of lack of creativity, "I got to sit on it all day, less I'm cherry picking."

"What's that?" she nodded.

"Well, I can take the end effector off the arm, and connect through a seat, to ride it up, and work on something high."

"Can I see?" she flipped the ribbon, to the side of the round end with the interface flanges on it.  "We have the same connectors," she grinned.  She swept her hair back, and disconnected the wireless antenna.  Sure enough, three flages, and three slots between around the interface crystal, we were compatible.  "You mind?" she held her hair over her shoulder, and slipped the jack up in her other hand.

"Sure," I never been picked up like this before, but "Go ahead."

CLKT!, I blink, and accept her.  "Huh?" the room flashes, and I blink again.  "uH?"  The image, her naked, bound, unconcious under me, scream echoing in my ears.

{Sorry,} she blinked, {It's the quickest way to trust you.} ? {I felt how that image made you feel, if it turned you on, I'd know you were a sick sadistic sociopath.}

{But I'm not,} I thought.

{Now I know.}  And knowing is half the battle (c) Hasbro.

{So,} I thought, {What do you do?}

{Sales, mostly.} she looked away, bored.  {I signed confidentiality agreements,} some flashed before my eyes, {But you don't mind if I don't think about it?} names redacted.

{Not at all,} I'm not a mindhacker, so I mostly just get what she's thinking about, and feelings.  {I don't care much about corperate politics.}

{You never done this before?} she guessed.

{Not much direct mind-to-mind,} I admitted.

{Cybersex?} I'm not sure whether that vision came from me, or her.  {A little of both,} I felt her smile.

{Not yet,} she knew.

{I don't live far,} I could almost remember where.  Horny too, in this weird way.  No hardness, but a soft warmth, low in her body.

We had to disconnect, and she followed me to the parking deck.  Intense, I caught my breath, and relaxed a little, smoked another cig, but this was like a dream come true.  I'm no virgin, but getting picked up like this was new, and she sure was hot.

"Let me guess," her skirt pulled over her swinging ass as she walked up to my truck.

"Yup," she stopped, looking up at the arm folded over the flat bed, stabilising jacks over the sides.  Slotting in, I unlocked the doors, and climbed into the cab.

"Backwards seat," she climbed in, and swung shut the door.

"Yeah," I harnessed in, "I sit there when I'm operating the arm," and started up.  She reached up, undid her jacket button, then back to hook into the seat cable.  "It's locked down right now," she felt my eyes on her, looked up and winked, {But you can play with the simulator.}

{You were in the Atrocity Wars,} she guessed by my age.

{Feild Engineer,} I turned, and climbed toward her place.  Same block, but a level above, taking the garage all the way up.  I imagined the Issue vehicle, like this one, but armored, and equipped for handling mines, erecting, and clearing obsticals, like fortifications.

She played with the interface, learned how to virtually unlock, and extend the legs, work the arm, clumbsily.  Letting Collision Avoidance Radar keep us on track, I generated a lumber pack, for her to load.  She never got it, but I could feel her fascination, the novely of what I do every day.  {You got a great job.}

{Thanks,} I got up to her level, just below daylight, and found a place to park.  No weapons allowed, I unstrapped my machinepistol, and locked it in the console.  Corperate security patrolled, scanned us right out of the cab, and kept going.  I looked up, at the stars through the transparent ceiling.  Two flashed across, headlights, then red tailights as a car drove over it.

"You comming?" she leaned over the stairs.

"Not yet," I ran to catch up.  Three metal mesh flights, she was standing with the door open.  "Nice neighborhood."

"Thanks," she pulled out her earrings, and set them down in a dish next to her purse.  Pulling a silver chain from her blouse, she unhooked the Kerambit neck knife, and set it on on the table.

"That all you carry?" the handle was gold, tone, with inset gemstones, but it still had the ring pommel, and sheathed convex edged blade.

"Up here, I mostly have to worry about rape."  I didn't ask because of the way she said it, "So I took a knife fighting course."  I tried not to think about what that would lead to.

Nice place too, shutters rolling back from slanted windows, or pitched roof, she stepped out of her shoes, down to a recess lined with a ring sofa.  Art, mostly sculpture, rusted steel, but bent, and engraved in sensuous curves.  Also bigger than my apartment, and garage put together.

"Would you like a drink?" she crossed her legs, and waved to the bar.

"Sure," I went around, "You?"

"The blue bottle," tapered up from a triangular base, then back out in sharp sides to the hexagonal top.  Clear glass, the fluid is blue, and biting.  [Xtacy] up, and down the acute sides.

I grabbed a beer, [Number] couldn't taste the Coka.  It woke me up, while I poured her a glass.  "Ice?"

"No," she reached up, and took a sip while I stepped down.

"If you don't mind me asking," I sat, "Why me?"

"What?" she grinned self conciously.

"I mean, I never been picked up like this," I didn't know how to go on.

"Hh," she rolled her eyes, "I'm not really a long term relationship kind of girl.  I like Cybersex, and it's so intensely close that I get burned out quick with the same person for to long.  But, I get lonely, have needs, so I preferr this.  A nice evening, some good sex, and no strings attached."

"Sounds good to me," I admitted, even if it made me a little uncomfortable at first.  We stood up, and she kissed me.  Agressive, but not rough, or domineering, just satisfying herself the best way she knows.

"Nhs!" her breath sighed out, and she felt around my waist.  Behind me, she unrolls my cable, up my back, over our shoulders, and behind her head.  "Mnh!"

Staxy/Nelson {FM Cybr Drug}

CLCT  {So hot,} he felt.

{You never had Extacy before.} it swirled in my blood, head.

"HhnH!" he felt it, head leaning back, breaking the connection with my mouth, "OhHhH!"

His hardness, pulsing and throbbing.  The muscles in his arms, standing over me, {So huge.

That's why I picked you.  Sitting in the bar, so masculine.  {Ripple of joy.}  This, in my hands, pants open, brushing my knuckles.  The way my fingers feel around it, gripping, slipping down the skin, squeezing it to bulge in my hands.  "Ohn!" his hands slipping out of my jacket, kneeling, the cable sliding down his back, pants down legs.

Hairy, hard, striped with muscle.  My breath on it, inhailing, feeling his confusion at being turned on by the smell, and taste.  Warm, wet, tonge slipping under it, he sighs for me.  "GLKHT!" pressing into my throat.  His hands, slipping off my jacket, rubbing my shoulders, feeling it, just the way I want him to.

Saltiness swallowed, I pull back, the meaty man flavor filling my mouth.  "Nhs!" nose.

"UhhHhUh!" his legs shake a little.

"Smuit!" I smile up him, don't say anything, just lead him off to bed.  Feel the muscles flex in his legs, still connected.  Hardness swinging, brushing my hip, bumping my ass, him feeling it through me, and the interface.  I have to disconnect, to lay back, welcome him.

Undressing me, slipping the fabric over my skin, releasing the bra.  "UhH!" deep breath, feel the blood flow back in under the straps, which still feel like they're there.  Kneeling above me, I reach between his legs, let the tail slip through my hand, swing my hair out of the way to reconnect.

He drops his shirt, a little gut from working in a seat, but plenty of muscle.  I scoot up, slip my skirt, and soaked panties down my legs.  Looking down, I can see myself in his eyes, laying back, twisting on top of the cable, picking my leg up over it, and his hip.

"Hhh," his hands, sliding down my thighs, up my hips, tummy, ribs, chest.  Touching my {titties}, feeling them, his hands on them.  Lots of guys get off on that, and I can feel it.  The novelty, newness of it all through his naivetee.  {Hey!} I sigh, and reach between us.  

{I have all my shots,} of course, don't want any children, or other diseases.  "Huhah," I feel his chuckle, inside, and out, he rolls his hips back while I manually make the connection.  "HhHhHn!" so full, he closes his eyes, feels it, in me, and I feel me, around it.

No rubber, skin to skin, tight, hot, wet.  Just that, running up my spine, out the back of my skull, down the cable along my back, and up behind him.  "UhnhH!" he feels it, rippling up, and down from his coccyx, tingling in me, lloopping back through my system.

"Hnh!" I arch, feel the prickles dance up the small of my back, weight of my breasts shifting up my chest, pushing deeper onto him.  He pulls back, skin rolling out on it, curling around the head, and I slip my fingertips down my belly.  Through the hairs, rolling in the spongey ridge, pinching my lips around him.  "HuhH!"

The tiny point of hardness, barely grazed by my fingertips, racing up my body, thrashing angular like lightning, tickling across my spine, and his, picking it up like an antenna.  "Ugh!" sinking in, just the seccond time, spastic twitch, from his but to his nits, pumping, thick heavy spurt up the lenth of him, buried in me.

"Uh!" quivering within, G spot pulsing, sucking at him, it, splashing my spastic cervex.  Another, crashing down, washing over me, smashing away everything else.  "Huhuhugh!" he shook, hips jerking in a short storke hyperfuck to the runaway pulses inside me.  "nT!" and passed out.

"Hh huh huhn!" I caught my breath, felt my pulse start slowing down from the near attack speed.