The sweltering heat bore down on the newly refurbished hypercobbles of Neo-Oxenhope, warming Lacey Hardcock's boots as she began her daily walk, the same as she always did.
The year was 2355 AD, two hundred years after the Panda Cola mega-railway had been cyber-installed by order of the government, the Zavviour corporation. Due to public safety concerns, it was now no longer possible for ordinary members of the public to know which corporation was currently in charge, with rotating shell companies serving as the primary public interface.
As the employee of one such company, Lacey dealt with security on the 'net, jacked in to the information super-motorway to defend her roads from data-roaming hackers and super-viral constructs. On her Mk. IV Data Engagement Platform, she got quite the workout with the machine's fully-integrated VR networking, keeping her lithe, muscular body toned and her six-pack in place, but on a day like today, there really was no substitute for the great outdoors of the goddesses' own county.
By the time she reached the park, well-lit by the neon trees, her electric-blue short, tousled hair was sticking to her forehead with the sweat.
At the ID-scan entrance, she met up with Foreman, a security AI she'd helped figure some things out with in cyberspace. In exchange, he wouldn't transfer the genuine activity reports on her occasional indulgences, which she had a feeling might come in useful today.
"'Morning, Lace," nodded the robot as she retrieved her security card.
"'Morning, Foreman," she replied, feeling her cock twitch in her tight leather pants as she looked over his matte frame. It was surprising how hot it had been to thumb-ID activate his butthole, watching the company logo tattooed cover slide off the entrance to his cunt.
The AI took a good, long scan as Lacey tried to shake her memories and compose herself. "You stimming?" he asked, a necessary question but still one delivered with concern.
"Only my meds," Lacey smiled, taking the risk to pat her hip and gently thumb the outline of her rising member. "This response is all natural, if that's what you're asking. It's a hot day," she smirked, putting her hands on the counter again and gazing up into the AI's scanner.
"As a park safety suggestion, maybe you shouldn't wear that leather coat so much," replied Foreman, beeping her through.
Lacey looked down at her outfit, feigning shock and horror. "It's nano-woven with coolant and filtration systems, you know!"
"Oh, I know," replied the robot, leaving a pause.
"So you -" Lacey grinned, understanding. "I'll meet you on the way out, we can discuss some firmware adjustments for you."
"Th-that would be lovely," stammered the robot. "Ma'am," he dismissed, cycling folders and papers while he recovered himself.
"Oh!" Lacey turned from a way up the path into the park, returning to the entrance. "See any trouble today?" Even on her break, she couldn't help herself.
"Just a few teenagers chucking stones at the techno-ducks," said Foreman. "The spray-paint I get, but..."
"Ah, you know kids," replied Lacey, thanking the goddesses that she was no longer fertile. "Thanks for the head's up," she saluted, turning again to walk her swaying tight butt into the expansive park, her calves flexing in her knee high combat boots.
"My pleasure to serve, ma'am," replied the robot.
Clearly there must be something in the air (besides the mini-cyclers) to make everyone so hopped up today, thought Lacey. The park seemed like a powder-keg of activity waiting to happen, from the gay couple sensually rubbing suncream into each other on the grass to the loud university students throwing a hover-frisbee to each other, their playful insults clearly having an edge of some kind.
By the time Lacey reached the river, her mind was awash with increasingly lewd thoughts about exposed butts, writhing bodies fornicating in the park, and her mind and body struggled to remain focused and present, rather than think about her scheduled later play with both the cute, handsome Foreman and her online circle.
Technically speaking, this far out into the park was reserved for richer citizens, but her privileges as a security agent (though her role was mostly a glorified IT technician) and mildly illegal arrangement with Foreman allowed Lacey to move around without much consequence.
The sound of a splash and rough, harsh laughter brought her out of her reverie. At the other side of the river was Kyle Delorean, local youth and troublemaker, and general waste of space. A spoiled rich kid, he ran around laughing with his friends, the sound of flapping and quacking being lost as the techno-ducks scuttled away and up the river.
"Hey, do you mind not doing that?" Lacey asked, strolling up to the river bank. She had no real authority here, and Kyle knew it. Still, she had to say something. "They're just ducks."
From the other side of the river, Kyle scoffed. Running his hand through his mid-length brown hair, he flexed his arm muscle, showing his strength as he stood in a pair of blue shorts.
At nineteen, he was too old to be doing this rubbish, but Lacey supposed that with the money he had, Kyle probably wasn't going to grow up any time soon. Which was a shame, because he was almost definitely the kind of guy she'd have found attractive when she was younger.
"They're just things," he said, angrily. "Robot freaks." He gathered up his friends and left, laughing.
Ordinarily, Lacey would write this off as a minor annoyance, but upon seeing Kyle's mother, Leslie, laying down near an artificial tree while reading, she decided to storm over there, her figure an imposing sight as she cast her shadow over the middle-aged mother who looked up from her trashy romance novel, chewing bubblegum.
"Something wrong, officer?" Leslie purred, shifting her posture as she continued chewing, laying her book to rest on her chest. Lacey's keen detective senses allowed her to notice that Leslie's tacky, pink tracksuit top was open, with her soft, kissable breasts almost (but not quite) slipping out with every breath. Further analysis suggested that the neglecting mother was naked under the tracksuit, for the top half at least.
Lacey wondered if this was some kind of unlawful mod, or stimming, but settled on the idea that with the kind of money Leslie had, fabric could do whatever she wanted. The fact that it looked so tacky was probably part of the appeal. It certainly was for her.
"Does your husband know you're out here, ma'am?" Lacey gambled, figuring that Leslie might be interested in some play. On most days, Miss Hardcock would've been happy to be pushed down and stepped on my a beautiful woman like Leslie, and they both knew it from experience.
But, something about the weather and Kyle's behaviour earlier had Lacey eager to fuck Kyle's mum. It was almost lizard-brain basic as instincts go, but given that a) she was horny as fuck, and b) Leslie was incredibly beautiful, she had decided to just go with it.
Leslie twirled her dirty blonde hair down past her large hooped earrings, admiring Lacey's dominating stature. Her husband, although the head of the company, had very little say in her behaviour. She giggled to herself at the thought of Lacey's suggestion, a heat rising in her body as she considered having him vidcall the security agent later, while she rode his bound cock.
"M-my husband?" Leslie stammered, never breaking eye contact as she began to roll her hips, pushing her arse into the ground below. "Am I doing something I shouldn't?"
Part of Leslie just wanted to order the woman in front of her on to her knees to service her while she finished her book. She'd seen this woman around, degrading herself in public for her betters (and it was surprising, which low-income scum that she apparently deemed worthy of serving).
But, the thought of being debased by a woman who by rights ought to be fired from her job for even breathing the same air as her made her cunt warm.
"Well, ma'am, that's what we're here to find out," said Lacey. She hadn't really had much of a plan, but wanted to break out of following Leslie's lead. "Put your book down and tilt your head up, I'm going to submit you to a full body inspection."
Leslie did as she was told, and was rewarded with the soft pressure of a thumb at her lips, which she accepted into her hot, wet mouth. She felt it push the bubblegum down on to her tongue, drool starting to pool at the corners of her mouth as the younger woman crouched beside her, watching the lewd act with the impassivity of a maintenance worker inspecting a counter top.
Lacey removed her thumb with a light pop as saliva poured over the older woman's chin. After a moment's thought, she stuck the bubblegum to the outside of Leslie's cheek, smearing it until it stuck into her hair just a little. "Suspected stimtech," she said, holding Leslie's gaze. "Submit to further search."
Leslie held back a moan as the young woman lightly but firmly pressed her down by the collar as she unzipped her tracksuit top, fingers brushing against her naked skin.
"Mods?" Lacey asked, lowering her head to take Leslie's right nipple into her mouth. She flicked a tongue around the silver nipple ring as the older woman fought the urge to squirm or react.
Lacey pulled back, and very lightly smacked the woman's tit before holding it in place and repeating her question. "Mods?" she asked, before returning to suck on her tit.
"M-my husband..." Leslie replied, clenching her fingers into the grass. "He said he liked them," she continued. "He said he wanted to jerk his thick cock and come all over them..."
