"Are you SorceressX?"
"Who's asking?" Raven responded to the man. I hadn't noticed it before, but since he had my attention I realized his face was obscured by a similar pixel mosaic to the one surrounding Raven's body above the waist.
"An admirer. Thought you looked familiar from the local news dumps about when you hacked Cerberus Industries a while back. It's gotta be you. He with you?"
"Yes, he's with me. You still haven't told me your name or what you want," she said in irritation.
SorceressX was her hacker alias when she was still in the trade. Her last major hacking endeavor only made local news because the company she attacked hadn't wanted to reveal that their systems had been vulnerable, especially to a girl as young as Raven and waged a massive coverup operation with the larger media conglomerates. After she turned in all her data on the hack, they agreed to drop charges against her. It was a win in her book. She got to avoid corporate prison and she avoided the infamy that plagued many notable hackers. Anyone recognizing her by her old identity was an unwelcome intrusion to her life since leaving the hacking business.
"Name's Dion," he said and then the mosaic masking him shattered. He had sharp features and a gold neural implant that was visible because it actually replaced a portion of his skull. Raven raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"THE Dion?! Like, the hacker so untouchable he doesn't even need an alias?" She said
"Yes and keep your voice down. I may be very good at disappearing when I want to but I don't like attracting the attention which makes that necessary. Unlike you, I'm still an active player," he said with a sly grin. "The Sorceress herself at a sex club. Who'd have thought?"
"Yeah, well.." Raven said nervously. "My name is just Raven now. Oh, and this is my boyfriend!"
Dion stood from his barstool, shuffled to me, and shook my hand. He briefly looked down at my caged cock, the image Raven's program projected clearly reaching his own implant.
"And your name is...?" He asked.
"Eli, Mister Dion, sir," I said, equally nervously because unlike Raven, I actually had no idea who this man was.
"Just Dion. Sir works, though," he said with a smirk. I realized, now that I could see his body fully, that he had surgery scars on his muscular chest. From those, inferred that he must be a transgender man. My eyes traveled down further and I was probably more shocked than I should've been to see that he had a cock. It was clearly another cybernetic implant. The 3 segments of the long and thick member were separated by mechanical joints that were covered and insulated by a kind of black silicone material. However, the skin between those joints, his cockhead, and his testicles looked perfectly natural. It must have cost a small fortune.
Raven clearly noticed all the same things and was more than merely curious about the tech. Dion scanned her body from top to bottom as well and then they locked eyes.
"Can I get you another drink, babe?" He said smoothly and pointed to her empty glass without breaking eye contact.
"Sure," she said and bit her lip. He sat back down next to her and I looked on as they talked about their history with hacking and tips and tricks they had learned along the way. He had far more of those than she did but he did seem impressed by some of the things she brought up.
Though they were clearly in their own little world together, I didn't mind. I could have chimed in when the topic changed to something I knew anything about, like gaming, but I just let them have the space to connect. I loved watching her eyes light up, talking about things she was passionate about and I was impressed by how well he listened to her.
"I'll be right back," Raven said as their conversation came to a good stopping point. As she got up, she kissed me hard and gave me a look that told me she appreciated that I was letting her have this connection. Then she trotted off to the restroom.
"So, Eli. You haven't been very talkative. You okay with all this?" Dion asked me bluntly.
"All what?" I asked.
"I think you know," he said and looked me in the eyes. I did know, of course. They were attracted to each other and this wasn't just any conversation. If anything further happened, it wouldn't just be a fling in a private room where the parties involved would probably never see each other again either. They had just met, sure, but there was a spark between them and that was obvious. I didn't feel the need to stand in the way of that. Somehow, I knew she wasn't going to discard me for someone new that easily. This man was impressive and connected with her on things I knew nothing about, but that didn't make him a threat to our relationship, which was stronger than ever. She could, in fact, have her cake and eat it too if I let her, and I intended to.
"Seems fine to me," I said with a shrug. "We're nonmonogamous. I don't know how she feels about me catching some feelings for someone else but for my part, I just like seeing her happy. That's always my priority. Besides, I like her calling the shots and doing as she pleases. I'm just here to support her and otherwise be along for the wild ride. So if she wants to spend some time with you, I'm not standing in the way."
Dion flashed me a pleasant smile that barely hid a tint of amusement and finally broke eye contact.
"You're good people, Eli. If she decides I'm worth her time, I'll make sure she doesn't forget about you either," he said with a wink and then looked pensive for a moment, like he was considering whether or not to say something else, before continuing. "Just be warned, I've got state of the art equipment here, man. I don't plan to get in the middle of a happy relationship but in the bedroom, it won't be a competition."
He said it so matter-of-factly. I actually didn't think he was being an asshole. He was a bit arrogant, maybe, but what he said wasn't untrue and I knew it. If she took him home tonight or any other night, she would definitely choose his cock over mine if it came down to it. When it came to sex, whatever I could offer was always going to be subpar compared to what he could do with the massive thing hanging between his legs. He was offering me another chance to back out.
I was surprised at myself for not being irrationally (or maybe completely reasonably) offended by the comment and even more shocked that I found myself wanting to see Raven on the receiving end of that "state of the art equipment". At the end of the day, my relationship with Raven was mine and mine alone and no one, not even Dion, could actually come between us. Sex was a separate issue and my horniness and sexual frustration were in charge at that moment. They urged me onward to my own masochistic demise rather than make a futile effort at being possessive.
"Yes, sir," I said, cementing my place in the sexual hierarchy. He nodded appreciatively and held out his hand to shake mine again, sealing our agreement and my surrender without a single moment of resistance.
