"Oo! Oo! Ah! Oh!"
Moans sounded as a static radio played 'Burnin' in the 'Third Degree.'
With her hands firmly against her man's muscular chest, ankles hooked over his thighs, Adrianna rode his cock on the large waterbed. She bounced in rhythm to the upbeat song. The water sloshed. The exotic beauty, Asian/Spanish descent, licked her full lips. Her golden-honey skin glimmered underneath the florescent bar lights on the wall—Cocktails & Dreams. Her crimped dark hair was in a side ponytail. She had a hot pink scrunchie, leg warmers, along with matching nails. Her small teardrop breasts jounced as she continued her rehearsed moans. "Yeah! Yeah! Donnie! Oh!"
Donnie glared up at her, concentrating. A bead of sweat rolled down his cheek.
"Come on, baby!" Adrianna combed her fingers through his black flattop, cradled his square jaw. Her ass dimpled with each thrust.
Donnie sighed, rolled her over to her back. Their bodies rode the waves of the waterbed.
"Yeah! Is this what you want?" Adrianna groped his firm backside. She squeezed his limp cock, drove her hips up. She kicked her leg over his shoulder, placed her small square foot against his neck. "Suck my toes. I know you love that."
"I'm sorry." Donnie hung his head. He moved aside and sat on the edge of the bed.
Adrianna huffed. She lay on her side, lightly scratched Donnie's back. "You're being too hard on yourself."
"I'm not being hard enough, that's the problem." Donnie lifted a silver platter of cocaine from the nightstand. With a pen-top, he dug up a bump and snorted it. "I couldn't protect you."
"We were outnumbered." Adrianna climbed to her knees, massaged his shoulders. "And so what, they got away with a few bit-cards. At least we're safe. At least we still have each other."
"I froze. I'm a coward." Donnie scrubbed his head while staring absently into the blue lava lamp. "I'm a coward," he repeated under his breath.
"You're just stressed," Adrianna said. "But that's why we're here. So we could relax. Get our minds off things."
"What's so relaxing about Mars?" Donnie grabbed his universal remote, turned the radio off. He pressed another button and a hologram of a newscast appeared from the floor. As the anchor rambled on, Donnie stood from the bed and made his way to the connecting kitchen. He grabbed a used cup from the stainless steel sink, washed it underneath the faucet. He filled it with water, dropped a black pill inside, and placed it into the microwave. A second later, it beeped. He took it out. The hot coffee steamed. He blew on it while saying, "I don't feel right about this."
"Don't think of him as my ex, just a childhood friend who wanted to send us on a trip." Adrianna sat off the side of the waterbed, snorted a line from the nightstand.
"If you say so." Donnie rubbed the back of his neck. He felt a small notch. "I think something bit me last night."
"Oh, baby, is it swelling?" Adrianna asked.
Donnie sipped his coffee while walking to the nearest wall. He pressed a button on the remote again. This time it changed the surface into a beautiful beach: White sand and crystal blue water as far as the eye could see. "Why couldn't your boyfriend send us there?"
"Yoouuuu need to quit being jealous." Adrianna smirked. "I dated him, but it didn't take long to understand he and I were better friends. You're my man now."
Donnie didn't reply.
"Oh my gah, really? The silent treatment?" Adrianna shook her head. "Dev found out we got robbed, and like a friend, offered us a trip. Is that so—"
Donnie raised a brow at her severed sentence. He turned to her.
Adrianna scurried to the waterbed's footboard, pointed to the hologram. "Turn it up."
(((The hologram cut to a picture of Adrianna's ex, Dev Eniprice, handcuffed and escorted inside the jailhouse. Paparazzi and reporters cluttered the area.)))
((("RetroGames CEO and founder, Dev Eniprice, was taken in to custody today for, what authorities are saying, is a threat to national security. In May of last year, the U.N. came to an agreement that Dev Eniprice's RetroGames—Role Playing Game thought to be therapeutic—used in conjunction with his Noc serum caused psychological damage. Authorities now believe Dev Eniprice colluded with Russians over his Noc serum for their military. In exchanged, they fund his RetroGames. The story is breaking as we speak, so we'll be constantly keeping you up to the minute as this unfolds.")))
Donnie's eyes distended. "Your ex has lost his goddamn mind."
"They're lying," Adrianna said. "The Noc serum enhances the Role Playing experience. It's healed PTSD, anxiety, depression..."
"You've tried it?—"
Three knocks pounded on the steel door. "Open up! This is the police! We know you're in there."
Adrianna perked up, slashed her arms, and lipped, "No."
Donnie paced, whispered with anxiety, "They know we're here."
The knocks sounded again. "Open up!"
Adrianna's face tightened. She reached under the bed, retrieved an LG-3—a handgun that shoots a laser blast. She placed one under the sheets at her side while throwing the other to Donnie.
"What the hell!" Donnie kept his voice low, gawked at the gun. "Where did you g—when did you—"
"When we got robbed, I took it upon myself to buy us protection," Adrianna said. "Stuff it behind your back. We'll only use if we need to."
"If we nee—" Donnie's voice cracked in fear. "They're the government. What the fuck are we gonna—"
The door swung open, banged against the wall. Several red skeletal androids stormed in, guns high.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's going on here?" Donnie surrendered his palms, but three androids tackled him to the ground.
Adrianna rolled backward off the waterbed while grabbing the LG-3 from underneath the cover. She dipped behind the bed, gun clasped in her hands.
"We got one," an android said, holding Donnie's LG-3 in the air. They immobilized Donnie on his stomach, hands behind his back. He wriggled underneath them.
The red androids turned their attention to the bed. The watery mattress waved, rocked, but Adrianna was nowhere in sight.
"Come out now!" another android warned. "Surrender or else."
"Adrianna, please—" Donnie stopped himself, realizing he was still naked. To the android over his shoulder, he asked, "Hey man, I'm hanging in the wind. Can I get some clothes—"
The android kicked him in the ribs. "Shut up!"
"Okay, okay. Chill, dude." Donnie turned his attention back to his hidden girlfriend.
"Adrianna, please... Let's just do what they say. Everything will be alright."
"Shut up!" The android aimed his gun to Donnie's temple. "Don't make me blow you away."
"Blow this!" Adrianna tossed a metallic acorn in the air at the red robots. She dove backward, aimed her gun, and shot. The laser discharge pierced the object causing it to explode.
Androids were blown into the walls. They buzzed, clicked. A smoky haze filled the room. A fire alarm sounded.
Donnie was freed. He looked around as the androids squirmed on the floor. A painful growl turned his attention to across the room. Smoke danced in the air from brisk movement. Another groan sounded. Again the smoke swirled in that direction. Donnie scurried up against the wall.
An android shimmied to its feet, looked up. A barefoot broke through the cloud and planted against its face. The robot stumbled back and fell into another.
The smoke cleared around Adrianna as she stood nude in all her glory. An android attacked from behind. She dipped to the left, evading the punch. She snatched its arm over her shoulder, pulled it down. The elbow snapped, sparked, showing the inner wiring. Her breasts swayed, bounced with her quickness. Her dark nipples erect. Another punched from her right, but she grabbed the wrist, ducked under, and landed a high-kick which knocked its head off. The android shook, crashed to the floor.
Donnie watched in astonishment as his girlfriend systematically took down each red robot. He was suddenly grabbed by the collar and thrown to the ground. The robot pinned Donnie to the floor, reared its fist back. As it released a punch, a leg—dressed in a pink leg warmer—appeared from nowhere, kicking the android underneath the chin. Its head popped out of socket, hanging only by the wiring. Donnie shoved it off, rolled to his stomach. He lifted his head, froze. There was a small foot, stubby toes, firmly against the carpet, inches from his face. His eyes went from her hot pink nail polish, over her leg warmer, up her tan thighs, to her bald mount and little tulip bud.
Adrianna stood over him. She cocked the LG-3 open, checked the energy power, before clamping it shut again. "Come with me if you want to live."
Donnie took her hand and hurried to his feet. "What the fuck?"
"Listen..." Adrianna retrieved a LG-3 from the ground, checked it, then handed it to Donnie. "I'm going to need your head in the game if we're to survive."
"Survive?"
"Don't lose that again." Adrianna gestured to the weapon. "Now let's go."
"Please tell me you're not involved with your ex on th—"
"I'll explain everything, but right now, we gotta go." Adrianna grabbed his hand, started toward the door, but Donnie didn't budge.
"Shouldn't we get dressed?"
Adrianna tugged on his arm. "No time."
"I-I uh—"
Adrianna shoved him against the wall, stood on her tiptoes, and interrupted him with a kiss. "Shhh! You're just gonna have to trust me. Now," she balled his collar, "We. Go!"
***
Adrianna led Donnie by the hand, her LG-3 in the other. She dipped low, scurried on her toes down the carpeted aisle.
The hallway had the same oval metallic shape of their room. Doors lined the walls.
Adrianna came to a crossway. She checked right: The plush carpet was red along with the walls. She glanced to her left: blue abound. She continued forward to a janitor's closet. They hurried inside, closed the door behind them.
The large stainless steel closet gleamed. A pantry was in the corner. Mops, brooms, and towels stowed against the far wall. The room smelled fresh, clean.
"So, this was your grand plan," Donnie asked, "escape to a janitor's closet?"
"Well, yeah. Safe place to gather my thoughts." Adrianna caught her breath. "I think it's best to ge—"
"Down this way!" an android shouted. A thunder of footsteps passed outside the closet door.