Cypher scrunched up his face, realizing his words ca out wrong. "Hold up, I an your card. For ergencies and all that noise. Ain't no way I'm paying for Trauma Team again anyti soon, that shit bankrupted last ti. Need sothing in my back pocket if I'm bleeding out my guts again. But real talk, the only cyberware I got is this middle finger, swear on my momma."
He very openly showed her his chanical middle finger, moving it, curling it.
The woman frowned and turned red with embarrassnt. She strongly nodded and turned to open the van's door.
Fuck!
It was trouble for Cypher, however. As the woman turned, he could very openly see her wide hips snug in her blue jeans. He gulped, taking deep breaths; he had a race to win. But his body was hypersensitive to it.
Shit, it even jiggles!
He watched, just watched, his palms itching, his puffs on the cigarette getting harder, finishing down to the butt. The woman was a sight to behold, a body shaped by motherhood and years of a physically intense lifestyle. She had minimal cyberware, too, and he liked that. Not that he hated the other type. He was just as much into won with chro.
"There it is!" She dug through the glovebox and pulled out a card. "My personal work card. Any ergency, you ring ."
Cypher read the na on the card. It said Gloria Martinez, alright, a dtech for REO atwagon. That confird his doubts, and before he stared holes into her jacket because of her clearly blessed lons, he decided to move.
"Gloria Martinez, gotcha. Cypher Blackwell here, see you around." He said, eyeing a new van that just rolled in, bearing the Moxes paint job. "Looks like my ride partner's here."
"You're racing?" Gloria asked.
Cypher pointed to his Quadra. "Yeah, that's my ride. I'm just saying, put your money on , and you might roll ho with a real sweet-sweet bonus."
She awkwardly smiled, not believing in his confidence. But he didn't bother and walked away because Rita was waving her bat at him, looking all hyped up for the race. And as he'd said, he liked organic won, but he was totally into soone like Rita as well. He loved his ice cream, no matter the flavor.
"There's the handso guy." Rita flirted, a beer bottle in her hand from her truck, as she greeted him with a big hug.
Handso my ass. Gonna take weeks to look normal first.
He squeezed the woman in his arms still. Rita was a fun person to him, one who didn't shy away from speaking her mind. She was on the petite side, a head shorter than him, and there was a lot of chro going on her, at least on the upper body as far as he could see. Both her arms were fully chrod out all the way to her shoulder blades. Her skin looked synthetic, glossy, and fuck, it was arousing.
"Gonna need to light so gonks up?" She asked, swaying her chest to make those underarm holstered guns bounce teasingly, her shaking, perky little tits under that barely-there cropped tank turned up the heat, "Got my bad babies strapped, and the bat if we wanna play extra hard."
Crazy chick. But fun.
He shook his head and walked her over to the car, popping open the passenger door. "Nah, you're good. I got everything covered. Just slide in and be my pretty little passenger princess. I'll take care of the rest. Enjoy the ride."
Rita chuckled, her pretty white teeth showing a grin like she expected fireworks. "Oh, getting all flirty on tonight? Alright, I'll be your pretty little doll, ready for whatever wild ride you've got in mind."
And… he was hard.
The doll connotation in Night City was sothing different, and the way she said it, with the teasing voice, and a wink in the end. It was deadly for his glitter addicted heart. But he had to agree, he was in better shape than when he started. Maybe it was the dicine helping.
One last ti, he looked at the opponents and sat in the driving seat. It was a sports car, but it wasn't cramped. He eyed Rita, and damn, she did look like a pretty plastic doll, only this one was alive. She was still drinking that beer, taking little sips.
Maybe… I shouldn't have asked her to co.
She was a real distraction. A very big, hard, hot erec—distraction.
"Strap in, pray to your gods—"
Finally, the announcer started to shout through all the radios. Cypher revved the car, prepared to deal with all the hacks in his system and also deploy the sabotages he had placed.
"If you win, I'll make tonight really… really special."
"..."
His eyes snapped to Rita, her legs squeezed together, her smirk intoxicating, her makeup-painted eyes flirty. Cypher gulped and just nodded. Yeah, just for that, he wouldn't take his foot off the gas, not once.
"Three!"
"Two!"
"Better be special as fuck!" He blurted at one, and the race started.
His right hand was never on the wheel, as it had the Sonic Screwdriver ready. He activated it and erased all the hacks in his system. The next mont, an explosion rang out from behind.
"Fuck—you flatlined them!" Rita exclaid, staring at the mirror as a truck in the black blew apart.
"Just Tyger Claws," Cypher muttered, driving fast, already in first place.
"Deserved," Rita muttered and looked outside, ready to shoot her guns. But right before her eyes, another car got all its tires flattened, another just stopped moving, another ran into an incoming car so hard it exploded, and the only other car left was just not able to speed up to them.
The competition was over, but Cypher was still a speed junkie. This was the almost legal way of driving as fast as he could, and he did just that. The speedoter kept rising, the sound of the engine blaring.
The lights went past them so fast they were just blurs. He was in his zone, and he fucking loved it. All addictions, all headaches, all the itches faded away.
He drove based on the highlights he saw on the map floating in his AR glasses.
"You... wanted a pretty little doll to play with, huh? Well, sweetheart... I'm right here." Rita purred low from the side, eyes blown wide, neon bleeding across her glossy skin in hot flashes. She let a raw moan slip out.
"You're one gonk-head... but fuck, this rush got dripping already."
Cypher only got to see it from the corner of his eyes, a sight so hot. Rita had her hand between her legs, plunged inside her tight black latex pants. He could hear the wet sounds and her moans, mixed with the engine's roar.
"Mmmmh… I… This is what was missing… so… fucking exciting!" She cried out raw, chest rising hard on the car seat, her legs parting even wider. Her free hand wandered under her cropped top, squeezing her glossy breasts. "Go faster... Cypher! Yes!"
Cypher was cursing under his breath, his cock aching under the tight confines of his pants. He wanted an outlet, too, dammit. But he had to focus on driving towards the finish line. The race was a fucking joke. The first few seconds were enough to decide the winner.
But he still drove fast. Like a blur, he drove past the H8 gabuilding. From there, the road was straight, so he did what any insane man would.
"Fuck it!" He cursed and took his right hand off the wheel, stretched it sideways, and slipped it under the waistband of Rita's latex pants.
"Mmmmh! Yes!" Rita cried, removing her hand and letting him play with her instead. She grounded her hips on the car seat itself, shaking, both her hands rubbing her chest. "D-Don't stop."
She was all organic down there, he realised. She was warm, soft, and fucking drenched. His fingers found the tight slit instantly and slid inside; his thumb gave little flicks to her clit all the while.
His mind was completely blank, eyes focused on the road, but his mind was on the gorgeous woman beside him. All the days of pent-up need overflowed from him.
Japantown West checkpoint went by at last, and soon he saw the finish line. He drove even faster, like his own erection dictated his speed. He weaved through the traffic with ease, his reaction speed absurd for a man without any cyberware for it.
Slosh! Slosh!
The wet noises from Rita beca louder. Her moans turned into howling cries.
His fingers dug in deeper, thumb circling and pressing her clit like it was the gas pedal. Digits going in and out, slick from her welcoming nectar. He could feel her hips rocking forward, begging him to go even deeper.
"Ahhhh Yes–ss! Fuck!"
She cried out on that delicious peak, hips thrusting forward as far as she could, chasing his hand. Her head pressed hard against the backrest as her chest heaved, hands gripping the sides of her seat, almost ripping the leather with her chro. She finally fell off the edge, gushing onto his palm and dripping onto the leather. The harder she scrunched her face, the harder her pussy gripped onto his slippery fingers.
Woosh!
"We won!" Cypher declared as he hit the brakes at the finish line, bringing the car to a drifting halt. Beside him, Rita was half-asleep, mumbling, legs spread wide, his one hand still in her pants, not wanting to let go of this mont.
Monts later, only one car ca second, the one that could only go slowly. Cypher didn't have to get out; he saw the notification in his glasses as money got credited to his bank. First arrived the eight thousand he won for being in first place. Then ca the big one, slightly over one hundred and fifty thousand eddies.
Sweet fucking night. Nobody else bet on ?
"Huh…" Rita let out a long, panting breath and sat up straight, knees tighter towards him. "Fuck , that was the wildest adrenaline kick I've scored in... hell if I know how long. You're a straight-up CHOOH-Head, Cypher, and it's got dripping wet and aching for more right now."
Cypher chuckled, still unable to wash that grin off his face. He really was a fucking speed junkie, he'd realised. Driving through that race was the most exciting thing his heart had experienced in a while, and his body was screaming that it enjoyed it. That rush, that risk, and still coming on top.
"Mmmh… Just drive. The night's not over, and this high, no way I'm letting it fade easy, Cypher."
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