“For fuck’s sake... Is everyone alright? Bobo?” Hector said.
“Aye, I’m fein,” she replied.
Was she looking bored? Fucking crazy chicks, all of them.
“Hey, what’s with the windshield?” Pickle asked casually, arching her spine forward, holstering the pistol in the small of her back.
“I-What?” Hector stuttered. “I got it from the neighbour, he does custom fittings for bulletproof cars. I helped him out with a electrical problem he had one day, he installed it as a favour. The thing is heavy as fuck, you need something with horsepower to fit it in.”
“Caym in handy,” Bobo added from the back. “I theink that yin went straight for ye, Hector.”
Hector looked at the intricate fracture on the glass. It shone like a diamond as the various lights hit it, making a pretty pattern that spun around. In the middle, there was a break that had stopped a bullet, aiming for him.
He gulped.
DROP NINETY-SEVEN
"Pop my cherry," she said, playing innocent and naughty. She threw her hair on the side of her face.
Hector chuckled and rubbed his lips on her exposed neck. "I don't think you're still a virgin, Cherry."
"Pretend I am. What would you do? Remember, I'm vulnerable," she cooed theatrically. She assumed a pose on his cot. The place down at his workshop was chilly, and that only made her skin prickle and her tits hard.
"Well, first of all I'd make sure you were comfortable." Hector kissed her ear. "I wouldn't take your clothes off, I'd let you do it on your own pace." He lifted her t-shirt lightly and kissed her on her abs.
"Mmm. Good, I like that. It's my first time, after all," she cooed.
"I know," Hector said while rubbing her chin. "And I will be gentle."
"Ah, yes..." Cherry moaned as his hands went further down her neck and explored her body and her breasts. Her clothes were a nuisance and an added tease at the same time. Hector would uncover an area, caress it, kiss it, blow gently on it, and then cover it up again before moving to the next one, all around her body.
Oh, yes, she would have very much liked to lose her virginity to him. Oh, well... What's done is done.
"Would you be this gentle to Pickle. You know, if she asked you?"
Hector lifted his head and pulled a bit away, clearly stopping his advance. "Where is this coming from?" he frowned.
Cherry shrugged and ran her finger along the muscles of his arm. "I'm just curious. If she wanted you to, would you be this gentle with her as well?"
Hector shook his head. "Is this turning you on or something? 'Cause it's not doing it for me."
Cherry pulled his hand and placed it on her breast again, and spoke as if nothing had happened. "No, what I'm saying is..." She tsked. "Look, it's like you two are my mom and dad, and when mom isn't getting it from dad, she gets sad. And I don't want any of you to be sad," she said sweetly.
Hector shook his head again, closing his eyes. "Wait. You know how this sounds, when I'm five seconds away from having sex with you, right?"
She booped his nose. "Five seconds, I'm counting." She looked to the side, "And yes, I know it sounds weird, but that's how I feel. I see her as my mom, and when us two ain't doing it you two are like my parents or whatever. I know the metaphor breaks down a little but you get what I'm saying?" she squinted at him.
Hector carried on with fondling her breast. "Actually, yes. I do. But please, stop calling me daddy, you're making this feel weird," he pleaded.
"Whatever you say, daddy," she said, teasing him with the last word.
"Oh, you menace!" he grunted and came on top of her.
Cherry laughed in excitement. "Ha! Punish me, daddy. I've been a bad girl."
Hector stripped her naked and punished her all right, just the way she wanted it.
DROP NINETY-EIGHT
“You useless bitch!” Hondros’ heavy hand fell on her cheek.
Mamacita just took the blows. He alternated between Tasing her using his owner’s app and hitting her with his own pudgy hands. Both felt the same after ten minutes of a full, non-stop beatdown.
“I’m sorry,” she cried out at some point, repeating it over and over. “I’m sorry!”
Hondros slapped her again. Normally he wouldn’t want to make a mess in his luxurious apartment but for this special occasion, he didn’t seem to mind all the blood spray. “What good are you to me now? Like this?” he said, disgust in his face, spittle flying from his mouth, his face turned red.
He pulled up her stats on the veil and spun it so it was big and right in her face.
Name
Marianna López
Alias
Mamacita
Strength
2 (-1)
Speed
1
Strategy
1
Sexiness
3 (-1)
Cup Size
C
Augmentations
23%
Team
Unassigned Replacement
Position
Enforcer (Axe)
Wins
46
Losses
22
Income
500 (Penalty Imposed)
Sponsorships
Aphrodite Cosmetics (Breach of Contract)
“Penalty imposed!” he read, slapping her once. “Breach of contract!” he read further on, slapping her twice.
Mamacita crawled on the floor, leaving a few smudgy trails of red blood. She seemed to go for her purse.
Hondros outran her, which was a feat on its own, and picked up her purse, then upturned it on the floor. Her knickknacks scattered all over, rolling everywhere.
She reached for her endo patches.
Hondros stepped on her hand, putting his significant weight on it. “Don’t remove it, junkie,” he ordered.
Mamacita didn’t pull her hand away. She seemed to take the pain, wincing.
Hondros hopped on her hand, something cracked.
Mamacita cried out in pain, her scream echoed in the large house.
“Here,” Hondros said, pulling away his leg. “Now I’m allowing you to shoot up.”
Mamacita fumbled to rip the plastic bag with her injured hand, biting it with her teeth. She got the pink patch out and slapped it on her neck, one of the few parts of her body that hadn’t been augmented. The endo seemed to kick in and she visibly relaxed.
Hondros stared down at her with disgust. “You’re no use to me like this. Can’t have a rotten apple spoiling the whole barrel.” He kicked her leg away from him.
She was smiling in bliss.
DROP NINETY-NINE
Billie was geared up and ready. Everyone else was in the living room, she walked in there and said, “Okay, send me yer teamspeak code.”
“Teamspeak?” Hector asked.
Billie frowned. “What, ye don’t trust me with it?” She crossed her arms over her chest and looked away.
Hector shook his head in amazement. “Trust you with what, when I don’t know what that is?”
Tony butted in. “Oh, teampspeak is an implant that lets the teammates speak with each other. Picks up subvocalised sound, uses algorithms to clear it out and then plays back sound via bone induction,” he said in one breath.
Hector. “Does that mean it plays voices in your head?”
“Exactly. The network is encrypted, so you need the key to get into a team,” Tony added, helpfully. “It’s an upgrade that all serious teams have, we should think about adding them soon.”
Pickle stepped in, looking at Hector. “You know what? Yeah, we don’t have that yet. Let’s stick with my plays while I call them out.” She turned back to Billie, putting a hand around her neck, “I’m sure you won’t have a problem, you’re so experienced after all.”
Billie shrugged and followed Pickle. “Aye, whateva. Just teach me yer plays, lassie, I can keep up.”
Billie listened as Pickle went over her plays one by one to the entire team. They we
re good for the most part, she admitted. She had some notes and when she shared them Pickle actually listened and took them into consideration. Other times, she rejected Billie’s note but gave an actual reason for it.
That lassie was sharp, it was obvious. That Hector laddie was wise to put her in charge. Billie was a team player, she’d do whatever the leader called out. She was experienced enough to know that teamwork was what won ya a match, not solo gallusness.
That eejit Dainty Feet was on the sofa upside down, streaming video to her fans. “Stop shoogling your feet and your bum all the time, lassie! Have some gumption, we’re discussin’ strategy here.” Billie slapped her foot away from the edge of the sofa.
“Hey! I’m not stupid, you know. It’s on mute, I’m streaming them my playlist,” Dainty Feet shrugged and turned away.
“That eejit bairn is bonnie but so light on the heid,” Billie said to Pickle, pointing at the shaved side of her own head. “Does ma nut in.”
“What did the bitch just say about me?” Dainty Feet squealed in complaint towards Pickle.
Billie raised a hand as if to slap her and Dainty Feet climbed over the sofa and hid behind it.
Pickle chuckled. “Nothing, dear.” Are you listening to what I’m saying though? I don’t wanna catch you not knowing the plays afterwards.”
“I can hear you just fine!” Dainty Feet breathed out, blowing a slow raspberry with her mouth. She kept on wiggling her toes at the camera on the floor.
Cherry was standing by the window, dreamily staring at the traffic below. Oh, that lassie was deep in the love pond, it was obvious.
Cadena sat quietly and pretended to listen, but her mind was racin’ elsewhere, that was obvious too.
The men had left them alone, went downstairs to the shop. Billie shook her head. “Bunch of screwball wummin, are ya?”
Pickle bit her lip and seemed to force down a smile. “Right!” she clapped her hands. “Now, on 1-3-1, we go... What, Dainty? You tell me...” she carried on, trying to beat the team into a fighting shape.
DROP ONE HUNDRED
“This is heaven on Earth!” Tony squealed with excitement, balling his chubby fists.
Hector crossed his arms. “I don’t get why you’re so happy about this. It’s just a training pitch.”
Billie walked in and looked really pissed. In her face, it looked downright scary. “Why, on Artemis’ ass, ye’d bring me to this terrible place?”
Hector raised his palms in surrender and looked around. It really was just a training pitch inside an old warehouse. There was a field in the middle, it looked the same as the official one. A place for people like him to watch and rest and get a refreshment. There were lockers, showers, padding to cover up their bodies. Foam regulation weapons to choose from in large racks, in case they hadn’t brought their own. And, there were big screens, a few too many, Hector noticed, splayed all around the visiting area. Okay, he had to admit that the sign was a bit sexy and cliche, but it was nothing more than what he’d seen in the Cyberpink tournament. Milk Juggers? Whatever, right? “No, seriously now, I don’t get what the big deal is.”
Billie walked past him, bumping her shoulder on him. It was like getting clipped by a truck. She kept going to the lockers.
“I know you did that on purpose. It’s okay. But I still don’t get what the problem is!” he shouted after her.
Pickle and Cherry came next to him. They were holding some gear. And, he noticed, they were wearing sports bras. In Pickle’s case it didn’t really do much, it was just cloth on top of her torsal exoskeleton that performed pretty much the same task. But in Cherry’s case...
Hector whistled. “Nice! Are you all going to train looking this gorgeous?”
Pickle snorted and pushed Cherry around to get better access. “This, is the big deal,” she said and put a training helmet on Cherry that had a chin guard with something electronic on it, perhaps a camera. Hector wasn’t sure, they were so tiny these days.
“And now, the LEDs.” She clipped a belt on Cherry, it looked like a small battery pack. Hector enjoyed the view as Pickle fixed it in place. It had a tube going out, a bundle of optic fibres which ended up in a squat head. Hector enjoyed it even better as Pickle clipped it on and secured the squat head at the side of Cherry’s boobs. It took some coordination between the two girls and plenty of pushing around and holding up of boobies.
Yeah, he stared. It didn’t help that Cherry was sending lewd kisses his way while Pickle was practically fondling her.
“Now you’re just fucking with me,” Hector said. “This is a prank.”
“We’re not,” Cherry sighed. She looked down, turning to Pickle. “Is it in? Finally.”
“Now what?” Hector asked.
Pickle gave him a resigned smirk and raised her hand. She slapped Cherry on the tummy, and her breasts lit up and flashed red.
“That...” Hector said with emphasis, “is the most-”
“We’re not done,” Pickle said with a raised finger, now looking extremely resigned. She flicked a switch at the side of the helmet. One of the large monitors on the visiting area turned on, and it was a wide-angle view of Cherry’s breasts, with a distorted bottom-half of Pickle in front of them, legs going down to infinity. It was upside down, giving you a view of what you’d see by standing on top of her cleavage, looking down her chin.
The monitor said, ‘Boobcam 1 Streaming Live.’
Hector nodded. “It was correct of you to interrupt me, because I was gonna say it too soon: this...” he pointed at everything, “is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen.”
Pickle turned back to him. “This is the only regulation area where we can train properly and not pay 400 euro per hour. Would you rather go somewhere else? Hmm?” She looked smug.
“What? No. Absolutely cannot afford that, sorry.” Hector said. He glanced at Tony, who looked like an overgrown kid in a playground with boobies all around him. Hector pulled Pickle close. He whispered, “This is a bit degrading. Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
Pickle nodded bitterly. “Yeah. It’s no big deal, don’t worry. It’s just streamed online, nobody’s here to get handsy or anything.”
“If you or any of the girls feel uncomfortable doing this, just tell me. Don’t hesitate. We’ll find another way. We can’t afford it, but we’ll figure out something else.”
Pickle touched his cheek. “Oh, Hector. The mere fact that you offer the option is quite enough. Don’t you worry. We’re big girls, we’ll be fine. Now let me train them and see if we’ve got a team of Pies in our hands or a just a bunch of tarts.”
Hector smiled at her. “Hey! You made an inappropriate pun. I’m so proud of you. Or, perhaps all this power is getting in your head...” he teased her. “Now, I’m gonna let you do your thing, I’m staying out of your way. You’re the boss, Pickle.” He saluted.
Pickle rolled her eyes and pointed at the visitors’ area. “They serve ouzo. I checked.”
Hector mimicked an ‘offering his heart’ gesture. “But, do they have pickles?” he kept on teasing her.
“Just go sit down like a good boy,” she shooed him away and went back to dressing up her team with the Boobcams.
DROP ONE HUNDRED ONE
Tony opened his laptop and started typing. “I’m letting our fans know, we’ve already got 47 viewers ready and waiting.”
“We have fans?” Hector said, not quite believing it. He drank from his ouzo, it was the cheap stuff. Good, it got to your head faster, though it couldn’t have been good for your eyesight.
Tony snorted. “Of course we do! The girls bring in some of their own.” He shrugged apologetically, “Agreed, they are not some of the most popular ones, and I might have shared a bit of info on the Pies on some specific online circles.”
“Tony, I swear, if you-”
“No nudes, I swear!” Tony raised his palm in surrender, still typing with the other. “Juicy details, I might have embellished them a little bit. You know, keep the
fans thirsty for more, getting them ready for the qualifiers...” He drank his soft drink and burped. “You know, building up online buzz. Trust me, this is my jam, you know I got this.” Hector could see that he had raised all the Boobcam streams around him in his veil, which effectively made him a person surrounded by ethereal titties.
Hector shook his head. Overgrown baby in a playground, indeed. But he did have this.
He looked away, but then something caught his attention in the monitors. He really tried not to look, but the placement and the sheer amount made it impossible for a man not to. One of the Boobcams had, well no boobs in it.
“What’s up with stream 4? Is there a problem?”
Tony checked. “Um, nope. That’s Billie.” Tony snickered and showed his teeth in a lecherous smile.
Hector looked back at the monitor and blinked for a few seconds. Then he slapped his forehead. “Oh, gods, now I got it. That’s why she doesn’t like it here!”
Hector watched in amazement as Pickle took them through some positioning drills. They might all have had experience with the game, but they needed to blend together as a team. Jugger was so damn fast, it was instinctual reactions or fail. He saw as she gave instructions and corrected things she didn’t like, while encouraging them when they did do it right. She was a good team leader, he could see that and he was certain that so could everyone.
He felt proud.
The girls performed some pairs of practise hits with q-tips, and yes, their boobs flashed when they got struck. It looked well on the streams, and Hector could imagine an actual friendly game being very entertaining for the lecherous fanboys like Tony.
“Hey, are the fans paying for this stream?” Hector asked.
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