This story is based in the world of CyberRun.
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The cold alley air chilled her as the smooth shiny vinyl of her minidress was rolled up over the curve of her ass, the slick fabric dragged teasingly over her skin before finally popping up to her waist, baring her naked, round rear and the string of the tiny little v-string that she wore. She heard the man behind her chuckle as he spotted the little toy buried in her ass, the back string of her tiny panties unable to conceal the glittering gemstone that winked in the dim, washed-out lights of the alley.
"You're a real ass slut aren't you?" He asked her in a gruff voice as he pressed his thumb against the toy, pushing it deeper into her. She thought of all the things she could say, something about her professional qualifications, or maybe her academy test scores but... but god that felt... She didn't know what it felt, she just knew that she didn't want it to stop. She arched her back, pushing that full rear back further against the man in heated need.
When he slipped the toy out of her, she suddenly felt cold, empty - like something ineffable was terribly wrong. She felt emotions she couldn't categorize welling up inside of her but then she suddenly found that she was sucking on the bright, smooth metal of the toy. He must've presented it to her lips, when had that happened? And why has she just sucked it into her mouth like that?
She liked sucking on it, it tasted bad but she liked it anyway. But it wasn't enough, it wasn't keeping away the cold and emptiness like it had before. Then she felt the head of his cock pushing up against her tight little rear passage. "You want this bad, don't you slut?" He sneered behind her, contempt dripping from his voice.
But that was just it, she didn't want it, this was probably absolutely, definitely the last thing in the world she wanted... "I need it." She moaned around the toy in her mouth, "I need your cock in my ass..." She moaned again, just like a good little man pleaser...
"A man pleaser!" Justine thought angrily as she waved down a nearby flying autocab to head back to her apartment. Here she was, top of her class in neural programming and body modification, and now for a chance to score the X-corp internship and her ticket out of this slum and into the plush corpie life her assignment was to make a 'man pleaser'.
It was ridiculous, it was insulting, the very term made her eyes roll so hard it almost hurt. Any idiot could make a bimbo, she should be working on building the next generation of super soliders, on making programs that could wring secrets out of the most hardened espionage agents, not making some jumped up sex toy.
Secretly she had to admit to herself that part of the reason it was so annoying was that it was probably one of the only things she was particularly ill-suited to. She'd been gay since she was fifteen, saw her first dick and nearly threw up. I mean really, why guys always seemed proud of owning such ugly appendages was entirely beyond her.
The neon lights of Metro City blurred past outside the window of the flying cab, a holographic projection of a dancer twirled on a pole outside her vehicle, promising her the world before she buzzed on past.
She gripped the hand rest as the cab swooped down to drop her off outside her building, and then hurried out of the autocab and through the lobby to the elevator. Without a corporate sponsor, police wouldn't do anything for you if you got mugged or worse around here. It's not like she was walking around in a bimbo body sure to draw the wrong kind of attention, but she was still pretty enough to not want to take too many risks.
An hour and a few glasses of wine later, she was starting to finally feel a bit more sanguine about her situation. It was fine, it was going to be fine, she could do this, she was brilliant! Everyone knew she was brilliant. With newfound determination, she sat down in front of her terminal and took another sip of wine before she started to work.