Leaving the blushing detention center secretary behind, I returned to my post in order to finish off my shift. I planted my boots right where I was standing before, trying to ignore the cum splattered on the ground. I would like to move, but these exact coordinates were specified for my post. The rest of my 10 hour shift went without incident, as I felt the V.I. congratulate me and wire my account 250 credits. I never had days off, so I received 1750 credits a week. My habitation pod cost 100 credits a week, and nutrient paste cost 50 a week. I sent 500 credits each week to my family, as they were the reason that I took a space corp job in the first place.
While maintaining a profit of 1100 credits each week, I would be able to pay off my cybernetics after 1333 weeks, or roughly 25 years. The 500 I sent to my family was crucial for my parents' medical bills and for my sister to enter into a university, the only way to get ahead in this galaxy without being contracted into a mega corporation for the majority of one's life. Galactic credits were different planet-side, worth far more than they were on this shitty space station. The money I sent each week was the equivalent of a governmental hierarch's pay planet-side.
I smiled as I felt the VI leave my consciousness. After my 10 hour shift, I was mandated to sleep for 8 hours, while being given 6 hours of recreational time. The VI was dormant during this time, unless I received damage or entered into a combat psychological state. I rejoiced at once again being in control of my own mind. The tram ride to my habitation pod was quick, while the other passengers avoided me like the plague.
The tall building was incorporated into the structure of the research station, holding thousands of pods. I had an apartment before my accident, but I nulled the contract in order to get the cheapest housing available on the station. Leaving the tram, I walked into the building and climbed the ladder to the 242nd level. The lift cost 1 credit to use. Using the walkway, I scanned my right wrist over the scanner, opening the sliding door. I stepped into the 5 foot by 5 foot space, closing the door before stripping my clothes and helmet from my body. Unzipping the under armor caused a river of sweat to flow out. Combat stims caused excessive sweating, amongst other things. Sighing in relief, I placed the uniform into the sanitizing station, setting the cycle for 8 hours from now.
Pulling out a chair from the wall, I sat my bare ass down and flipped the small table into my thighs. Using one hand to open the tablet computer on the table, I used the other to start fingering myself. Extreme libido was another side effect of combat stims. The main reason for the super strength birth control was for all the sex combat personnel had with each other after missions. I sighed, using my flesh hand to plunge deep inside of myself while my cybernetic hand opened the window browser. I opened up the cyber technician page, contacting my mechanic for my weekly routine maintenance.
My augments were rated for a 10 year guarantee of combat performance without repair, but any damage dealt to my cybernetics would result in my debt increasing. The maintenance was free for H-Sec employees, so I took full advantage of the system. I felt a little bad for my maintenance lady, but she didn't seem to mind my frequent visits. Scheduling an appointment for the 2 hour block tomorrow during my free period. I plunged all four of my fingers inside as I hunched over and came. My body reacted differently to pleasure compared to before. I used to yell and howl as I came, but now I just quietly shuddered and let out soft moans as my walls clenched and my feet curled. Pulling my hand from my pussy, I sighed as I got up and put the wet chair back into the wall. Hearing the automatic cleaning system start, I opened the hatch opposite of the door. Using my hands to support my weight on the bar above the hatch, I lifted my legs and put them in the pod.
Easing myself inside, I closed the hatch behind me. Pulling the breathing apparatus over my mouth, I activated the pods liquid gel vat. The pod filled with the thick liquid, causing me to float inside. Breathing through the tube, I felt my conscious drift away as the cleaning fluid ran over every inch of my naked body.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
(Carter POV)
I sighed, brushing my sandy blonde hair with my five fingered comb. Heather's sudden offer for a position as a corporate Cyberware technician was a great boon, but a stressful one. I had just finished setting up my workshop in her old building. My former university classmate had been promoted, and she agreed to split the sign-on bonus with me if I accepted her offer right away so she could enter her new position. 10000 Galactic Credits was a tempting offer, totally worth leaving Gedes-II for a 3-year corporate contract. I had rushed to finish my preparations for today, since I received a notification yesterday of my first client. Some Helion security officer named Ainsley Reid-Daly, requesting some routine maintenance on their cybernetics. Probably some guy obsessed with every inch of performance he can get from his augments for combat. It didn't hurt to make a good first impression with Helion-Research, so I worked my ass through the night to get everything set up.
Heather had been vague about her client list, keeping the information to herself in order to 'surprise' me as she said. She always played strange games for as long as I've known her. Our mutual love for both cybernetics and the fairer sex made us fast friends at university. Heather was a boob lover at heart, but I was the only one she trusted enough in college to fulfill her strange desires. The things she did with her mouth took me to places that I normally wouldn't go even with a loaded gun. Rubbing my forehead from the memories of my uni days, I heard the buzz of someone trying to enter the workshop. Cleaning my operating table free of loose papers, I rubbed my hands together as I let them in remotely. Not knowing what to expect, I waited for the military operator to enter the shop. I was floored when I saw my client walk through the door.
Expecting to see some ugly behemoth of a man, I was instead flabbergasted to see a tall woman with a form fitting under armor suit enter the workshop. Her helmet hid her face from view, but the tight black combat-weave hugged her breasts and ass amazingly. She looked at me tilting her head. Heather's last message, simply stating 'Have fun <3' made much more sense now.
"Where is Heather? I scheduled maintenance with her today." The woman's cool, monotone voice sounded out in the shop, causing my heart to quicken as I cleared my throat. Trying to keep cool, I spoke.
"Heather has been promoted to a higher position within the company, and I am her chosen replacement. I'll be sure to treat you just as well if not better." I ended my words with a small bow, cringing at my delivery. I was going to check her arm and leg, not take her out to dinner! Cursing my cheesy words, I stood up from my bow to look at her. Her mask revealed nothing of her thoughts, as she simply nodded.
"Alright." Cheering that she didn't leave, I felt confused as to what she had scheduled. She just said 'routine maintenance' in her post, but there wasn't a billing category for that. Pulling up cyberarm maintenance on my tablet, I spoke to Ainsley.
"Alright, Heather didn't mention the specifics of her clients needs. What is your concern for this visit." I spoke as professionally as possible, maintaining my gaze on where I thought her eyes were, not her massive breasts. They couldn't be comfortable in there, all squeezed into that tight armor suit. Realizing that I was in fact staring at her boobs, I readjusted my vision. Luckily she didn't seem pissed, as she walked over to the table.
