"Hah… of course." Judy laughed dryly and went over to the fridge. She snatched a beer, spun back around, and chucked the can at Cypher with a pissed grunt. "You seriously not spooked at all? Of just… flatlining?"
He caught the can. His reflexes were great, at least.
"Nope, not anymore. I don't wanna rack up more debt, that's for damn sure. So I gotta be real fast and real clean next ti I shoot them," Cypher mumbled, already in planning mode. The glitter addicted body was spiraling, knocking off a few more screws loose, making him more short-headed, risk-taking.
"Fast and sharp, yeah."
"You even listening to yourself, choom? Sounds like every wannabe rc talking about strutting into Afterlife," Judy said, leaning on the kitchen counter, taking a drink. "Keep that up and you're gonna get flatlined."
Not wrong.
Cypher frowned when he thought a bit more, overcoming the spiralling addiction by rapidly tapping his heels on the floor. But he also knew that killing the raffens as soon as possible was important. Before the word of his 'betrayal' reached other raffens.
Just as he was busy with his thoughts, a new voice ca from the apartnt's door. Soone just walked in, high heels tapping on the floor.
"So that's the glitter junkie you won't shut up about?"
"Hey, you're ho." Judy lit up and walked over to wrap her up in a hug and a hot kiss. "That's him. Cypher Blackwell. The gonk who can't catch a fucking break."
Cypher stared at the new woman, her hair pink, eyes green, fitted in a tight dress, quite pretty of asian heritage, he reckoned. And seriously, his eyes fought against him to move away from those revealing pale legs under her rather short skirt.
And… I'm bricked.
"Cyph, this is Maiko Maeda, my input."
"Wait." Cypher looked between them, brows all twisted. "I'm not trying to be insensitive, just curious. So who's the output then?"
Maiko snorted a dry laugh. "He's amusing, at least. Keep him out of the room, Judy."
With that, Maiko vanished into the bedroom and never ca out again. Judy, too, gave Cypher a short tour of the apartnt, showed him the bathroom, and also her personal workstation, which was really sweet in Cypher's view. His fingers twitched to tap on those screens, but Judy banned him from doing that.
Soon, it was just him in the living area, lying on the couch, a blanket on him. Having slept so much in the hospital, he didn't feel the need, but there wasn't anything else to do either. He worried about the Star Wars blaster he'd made, not wanting it to fall into raffens' hands.
And then there was that itch to make the screwdriver. By now, he had enough ti to digest what it really was. Sonic Screwdriver, as it was called, was an insanely advanced sort of all-purpose tool that could work on things on a molecular level. Opening electric locks, scanning cyberware, disabling caras, overloading simple ICE, and even welding by vibrating matter.
He hadn't watched Doctor Who much, but knew enough that the Sonic Screwdriver was a thing in there. And now, sohow, he knew how to make it.
That begged the question, how in the hell did a glitter sniffer learn all that? DL-18 blaster was one thing, but this Sonic Screwdriver was way, way more advanced than anything in the Cyberpunk world. So either glitter sniffing connected the dead Cypher with so sort of machine god in the sky, or sothing else was at play.
Yet one thing was clear. He had to make this thing. One reason was to erase that tingling in his head, and the other was to find any tools to survive. The DL-18 blaster was great as a weapon, and with this Sonic Screwdriver, he reckoned he could be a decent ripperdoc mastering in tweaking Cyberware.
Uh… need a Kiroshi optical probe for this… Fuck, this won't be cheap.
He already knew what he needed to make it. And sadly, it was going to be harder than the gun, since the items required for the Sonic Screwdriver needed to be small and precise, and still powerful. He needed parts to make more parts, basically new inventions.
"Aaaaaah! Yesssss!"
"..."
Cypher sat up like sothing had pricked his back. His head snapped towards Judy's bedroom door from where loud, excited, happy moans were coming. He just sat there, a blanket thrown over his body, even over his head, leaving only his face visible.
Bricked up yet again.
His brain started to imagine, being one creative fucker. All those BD's helped, and it almost left him blue-balled.
Scissoring is that fun?
Soon, he heard even louder moans, as if they were nearing the edge, and then ca the whimpers, just whimpers. He gulped, his mouth dry, balls heavy, eyes sunken with need. It was either glitter or sex, any would do, he reckoned. And he knew he wasn't getting any.
I really gotta find myself a girl. Rita won't volunteer every day anyway.
Finally, the sounds died down. But just as he got ready to lie down again, the door of the bedroom opened.
Fuck! This is just… torture now!
Out walked Maiko, all nude, not a single piece of cloth on her. Her pink hair was untied, draping ssily over her back.
Maiko moved like she owned the air in the room.
Long, sculpted legs carried her with that lazy sway, thighs tight, calves sharp. Every breath made that toned stomach flex just enough to remind you she could ruin you. Her tits, perfect handfuls, sitting high and proud, nipples still swollen from whatever Judy had done to her, glistening faintly with spit or sweat, or both.
There was no need for makeup; those sharp cheekbones and the cold glint in her eyes all scread 'expensive, untouchable cunt.' It made sense that she was a doll because she really looked like one.
Cypher's gaze dragged up those endless legs, taking in her bosom for a few monts, and landed on her arrogant face. The way she looked at him, that side-eye could've frozen sake, yet it licked heat straight down his spine.
He watched her walk into the kitchen and grab a beer from the fridge. But then, instead of heading back into the room, she ca over to him and just stood in front of him, leaning on one side over one leg, her thighs slightly apart, giving him an unrestricted glance at her pussy.
Cypher stared just there, at her pussy. He saw it and knew it was a tight one, fake or not. He wanted to dive in, but knew he couldn't. This was a treasure he could only look at.
"N…" He mumbled, trying hard to look up because even her breasts were amazing. "Nice pubes, who's the barber?"
"..."
Really? That's what I say? Pretty original, though.
"You can stare all you want. I'm a doll, get much more than just looks."
"But you don't rember those," Cypher replied, really looking at her face.
Maiko let out a sigh and walked away, back into the bedroom. But before Cypher could rest easy, she returned, now with a pack of cigarettes and a lighter as well. Still naked, she sat down right beside him, too close.
Then she leaned sideways until her back was on the curved part of the couch, both her legs above, knees spread, her smile smug while she lit the cigarette.
It was a tease, an open invitation to Cypher.
Cypher couldn't peel his eyes away. That pussy sat there like a goddamn masterpiece. Smooth, the lips plump and flushed, parted just enough to flash the slick, glossy pink inside. Impossibly tight. It was the first real, living cunt he'd seen since waking up in this nightmare of a body, and his brain short-circuited. Blood hamred south, hard. His heel started jack-hamring against the floor, a frantic little tap-dance of pure, stupid need.
Maiko didn't just leave her legs open; she spread them wider. Knees sliding apart until the lower lips peeled open on their own, revealing that wet, clenching entrance that winked at him. A bead of fresh slick rolled down the seam and dripped onto Judy's couch.
"Want to?"
"Huh?" He looked up at her face, and all he saw was a triumphant smile.
"A puff?" Maiko replied and sat up again, snug beside him, leg to leg as she offered him her cigarette. "Don't be shy."
He really needed it at that mont and grabbed the lit cigarette from her. But right when he took a puff, he felt Maiko sneak her hand under the blanket and down the waistband of his joggers like a master. Her tight grip clenched his hardness.
He eyed her, and she eyed him back.
"Mmm… Must be hard…"
Soft, cool fingers wrapped around his aching cock. She slowly squeezed once, then started stroking with a lazy precision that made his vision white-out. Up, twist at the head, drag back down, thumb swiping over the tip like she was signing her na.
Every nerve in his body scread at him to thrust into that perfect fist, to grab her, throw her back, and bury himself balls-deep. He had to clench his jaw to keep himself from groaning.
She never broke eye contact while her lips curled in that smug little smirk. She leaned in an inch, tits brushing his arm, and gave him another slow, milking pull that dragged a bead of precum out of him. Her grip tightened just enough to make his balls draw up tight.
His gaze ricocheted; her triumphant face, those arrogant tits, then down to that spread, glistening pussy. He could already feel it, phantom-tight, scorching, sucking him in while she laughed at how fast he lost it. One brutal thrust and he'd split her open, make that smug smile shatter into screams.
"Don't you want to have so fun? You can… You can rough up even, hm?" she purred.
The cigarette burned down to the filter in three savage drags of his. He crushed it out in the ashtray with a shaking hand, throat working on a thick gulp. His cock throbbed in her grip, one more stroke away from exploding.
He was already on the edge, ready to burst.
"What do you say? Won't you play with this doll?" She tilted her head, as if she were teasing a kid.
"Enough!" He blurted, firm and serious, brows creased. His one hand slid under and gripped her wrist, pulling it out and pushing it away from him.
I ain't the dead Cypher. This is my body, like hell I'll let her have her way with it.
"I see what you're pulling. You're just waiting for to slip so you can holler cri and get Judy to kick out," he damn near shouted right in her face, tapping his own temples with a finger. "Yeah, might be a gonk, but I ain't a brainless monkey."
But there was no denying the state of his body. He got up and ran towards the bathroom, never noticing the shadow in the bedroom door, because he really was on the edge of shooting one out. But he was happy that he controlled it, or else he'd have lived with the guilt of allowing soone like Maiko to play him like a fool.
When he returned to the living room, Maiko wasn't there. And with his brain sowhat unloaded, he just wrapped himself in the blanket and fell asleep on the couch.
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