Lucia put on her dingy, baggy, brown OverSuit and left the office building in a detached daze. A woman in a sleek black Federal OverSuit met her at the front of the building with a car. Once she saw Lucia, she made the screen of her helmet transparent and Lucia politely did the same. She held the door open while Lucia got in, getting in after her. She sat across from Lucia in the roomy cabin. "Destination?"
Lucia relayed her office address and the car's receiver went from a pleasant shade of orange, to a pleasant shade of blue. The car accelerated and began their journey. The woman and Lucia both raised their visors.
"Miss Sura," the agent said, "I take it from your demeanor that you did not receive an invitation to join the FRA?"
"That is correct. The Director said that I was too young and that while I have great potential, I haven't demonstrated that I have..." she waved her hands in front of her, searching for the right word, "the right stuff, I don't know. He didn't specify exactly what I don't have. Just that everything I've done so far isn't enough."
The agent scoffed and Lucia wanted to glare at her, but focused her attention on the blurred landscape outside instead. "I apologize" the woman began. "The odds are so small to have an application considered at all, infinitesimal for someone your age, let alone brought in for an interview and a viewing? It's silly to say it's not enough when you don't understand how far you've come."
Lucia attempted to compose herself. She breathed deeply and formed a pleasant but muted expression. "Thank you, that's very kind of you to say." The car finally began to slow down, and both Lucia and the agent lowered their visors back down.
She exchanged noncommittal farewells with the agent, and decided that she'd rather just go home than face the rest of the day at work. She used her PD to summon a carpool which arrived immediately. Before she got in she saw she was pooling with an overweight man in a faded gray Skin. He already had his helmet completely off showing the tired face of an old man. She got in, stripped off her OverSuit, got on her knees before him, and was scrabbling at his belt before they could say any greetings.
"Damn, bitch. I've been waiting all day." He slapped the private mode button and the glass of the car fogged into an opaque wall.
When she got his cock free she groaned wantonly at the thick fat battering ram. The idiot had had some hack modify his cock into oblivion and the result was a fat vibrating tree stump of a cock.
"Yeah? You like that, bitch?"
"Yes" she hissed.
The guy moaned at how wide she was able to stretch her mouth, managing to wrap her lips around him, and start working him down into her throat. He put his hands on the back of her head and started pushing her down and she slapped his legs. He let go and leaned back, "gobble it down."
She found her limit at less than halfway down his cock and he was already threatening to blast her with a first round of cum. She stood up abruptly and lifted her skirt, yanking her panties to the side and pushing her pussy down onto him. He laughed and said, "no way am I gonna fit in that little hole."
She leaned forward, popping the head in. Letting out a grunt of pain, she grabbed his face, "make it" she said through gritted teeth. A spark of interest flickered behind the man's dull eyes.
He shifted his weight forward and wrapped her legs around his waist, holding her hips tight. Without warning or warming, he thrust the entire length in at once. Her moans were low and guttural, a mixture of pain and pleasure wracked her body. He pumped a few times and began cumming, thrusting through the orgasm, the mods on his cock letting him stay hard. He used his cum like lube and roared himself into fucking a second load into her.
