Author's Note: This is a work of fiction, exploring taboo fantasies, not an endorsement of behavior, sexual or otherwise, in real life. Remember: Keep it Safe, Sane, and Consensual!
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The street flickered under a cacophonous array of multicolored light. Half burnt-out street lamps competed with gaudy LED signs and rapidly moving light projections for the passerby's attention. For their part, most people did their best to keep their gaze low, lest they risk tripping over a vagrant or look the wrong person in the eye. One person in particular was doing her best to stay in whatever shadows she could find, a skill she had practiced all her life.
Sheri ducked behind the much-abused mailbox, glancing over her shoulder, a mis-matched set of brown and green eyes watching warily. No sign of a tail. She just had to make it to the hotel and she could drop off the package and collect her pay. Looking up the street towards her destination, her view flickered as her green cybernetic eye filtered the image, picking out the infrared images of the vagrants, drug dealers, pimps, whores, and drunkards going about their evening. The coast looked clear.
She slipped out from behind the mailbox, moving to cut through the abandoned church, the only dark building on the block. As she slipped past a statue of Mary and squeezed through the ajar front door, she considered the possibility that this would be the perfect place to get ambushed. The antechamber was dark, littered with garbage and bedding from when vagrants used it for shelter from the elements.
She continued through the next set of doors into the sanctuary. If anything, this place was even darker than the antechamber, isolated from the street's noisy lights. The heads-up display built into her optic implant informed her that there was no wireless signal in here. No cellular, no WiFi, not even FM radio. This place was a dead zone, and she'd have no way to call for help if she ran into trouble. She dimly wondered if the church's architecture naturally blocked all signals, or if a priest had fitted it with a faraday cage to keep people from surfing the net during Mass.
She quietly creeped through the cavernous room, the once-orderly pews scattered in disarray, splintered and faded with upholstery torn from years of casual misuse. The floor was littered with books, full of prayer and joyful song and verses that few bothered to read aloud any more. Sheri spun on her heel as something crashed behind her, before realizing it was just a cat hopping down from its perch atop a pew to consider this intruder.
Taking a moment to let her heart settle back into her chest, Sheri creeped out the back door, finding herself in the alleyway between the church and the hotel. Slowly she creeped up the alleyway and found the service entrance to the hotel propped open for her. She slipped inside, finding herself in a small room with stacks of torn-down cardboard boxes and tied-off trash bags waiting to be taken out. She found it a bit odd that the staff of even a run-down love hotel like this would let it pile up.
She realized with a start that she still wasn't getting any wireless signal, and that she hadn't since she entered the church.
Shit.
