“No.”
I’ve learned to trust my gut, and nobody else’s when it comes to these things. And right now my gut was telling me Murado was telling the truth. I just had to ensure he stayed cooperative. The handcannon would only go so far.
“But you set me up.”
“I locked you in. I got paid for it. But I didn’t call the cops.”
“Who paid you?”
“Why should I tell you?” asked Murado. Damn, and we’d been getting along so nicely.
“It’d make me happy,” I said. “And you were just being so helpful a second ago.”
“Only to help me.” His eyes had shifted from the handcannon, heading just to the side where my cleavage was leaking out of my vest.
“I can be helpful too,” I said. “How long has it been since you’ve experienced more than just thoughts of a sexual nature?”
His brow furrowed. “I…”
“I’ll bet it’s tough to meet women with that thing going off every five seconds. Good thing you already met me, huh?”
I took one hand off my gun and unzipped the vest, then slipped my arm out. It hung off my other elbow, giving Murado a spectacular view. I was already a little excited at the thought. It’d been a long time since I’d had to do any convincing. When Mari had still been alive, we’d almost never done this, unless the uncooperative person had been a particularly pretty girl. The rest of the time she’d just straight talk them into giving up whatever they had. But without her muscle, I had to dust off my old playbook.
“I’ll make you a deal,” I said, changing gun hands and letting the vest fall to the floor. “I’ll help you with what I know about dick, and you can help me with what you know about Hary Xu. Including whatever is on his tape on your computer. That’s what those are, aren’t they? You’ve been recording what the neuro den chairs do.”
“Yes…” murmured Murado, his eyes attempting to burn holes into my chest.
“Yes, that’s a deal, or yes, that’s what those files are?”
“Both,” said Murado.
“See, we’re already being so helpful to each other,” I said. “Sit down.”
Murado took a seat in an office chair, his bulge already noticeable in his underwear. He’d favored 2nd skin boxer briefs, and I glanced down at his crotch. He wasn’t a Theed Montgomery, either when I first knew him or more recently, but he wasn’t bad, either. He had a big heavy pair of balls, too. Given what I was gonna do, it was kind of just the right set of equipment.
I put the safety on the handcannon on, then dropped it on my vest, kicking off my shoes and taking off my socks. I opened my fly, revealing my panties, a pretty unfancy pair of powder blue ones that were sexy without needing to be fished out of your ass sexy. I rolled my jeans down, facing away from Murado, giving him a fantastic view of my butt and panty-clad lips as I bent over. When I was undressed except for my panties, I turned and stepped to him, straddling him in the chair, my pussy rubbing up against his hard cock. I started to grind against him through our underwear and one of his hands stroked my back while another squeezed my ass.
I fed one nipple into his mouth and he sucked on it greedily, making it stand almost instantly, the suction and heat of his lips sending shivers down my spine. My pussy was getting wet, and when I rolled my hips back a little, I glanced down and saw I was starting to soak through both my panties and his briefs. I reached a hand down, trapping his cock between my crotch and my hand, stroking on it.
Murado switched breasts, pulling my other nipple into his mouth, and both his hands had wound their way under my panties, caressing the cheeks of my ass. He slipped a hand under my thigh, one digit probing at the wetness of my pussy and I moaned involuntarily when his finger slipped in to the first knuckle. I pulled on his cock harder and he bit at my nipple, just slightly. His hands hooked the edges of my panties and began to pull.
I pulled my breast out of his mouth and let go of his cock, slapping at his hands.
“Not part of the deal,” I said. “Panties stay on.”
“What?” he asked. “How am I supposed to…”
“In your dreams,” I told him. “Tits and mouth only. I don’t trust you with anything else. I’ve had to pull a gun on you twice in six hours.”
“That’s not fair,” he complained.
“Tough. You see another person here willing to suck your cock?”
Murado frowned but said nothing. I pulled his hands up to my tits, each nipple wet and hard with his spit, and continued to grind against his cock while he thought.
“Can I taste it, though?” he asked, after a while.
Now it was my turn to pause. I hadn’t really figured out how to make this fun for me. I liked giving head, sure, but that wasn’t going to be enough to get me off. And if Murado was requesting it, maybe eating me out would help him get off faster. And I certainly wouldn’t mind an attempt.
“Okay,” I said. “But the panties stay on.”
I stepped off him and turned around, spreading my legs apart. I bent over as far as I could go, one hand grasping an ankle while the other sat on the floor to steady me, as I pushed my ass back towards Murado’s face.
I felt his hands caress my ass cheeks, the palms warm, the fingers a little thick as they squeezed. His nose bumped up against my panties and he inhaled deeply before I felt his lips kiss me through the fabric. A hand pulled the material blocking access to my pussy to the side, and I felt his breath, hot and damp, on my crotch. I groaned as his tongue lashed across my cunt, licking me over and over from top to bottom.
He wasn’t exactly what you could call a master at eating pussy. You’d expect more from a guy who asked for it. But then again, he’d done three years in prison and another two with that broadcaster telling every woman he was interested in that he either wanted to assault or fuck her. I cut him some slack for being a little out of practice.
But not so much I wasn’t going to make him change things if I needed.
I raised up and pulled away from him, leaving a fearful confusion on his face, his chin wet and shiny with my juices and his saliva. I dragged him and his office chair around until they were facing the monitor, then cleared some space on the desk and bent over it, presenting my rear to him. I looked over my shoulder.
“Fuck me with your tongue,” I told him.
“What?” he asked, dipping close to me again, the hand pushing my panties back to the side after they’d snapped back into place when I stood up.
I reached back and pulled his face up against my pussy.
“Fuck me with your tongue,” I said again.
It didn’t take him very long to figure it out what I’d meant, and I sighed in pleasure as his tongue thrust in and out of me, licking at the walls of my pussy. I left one hand on his shaved head, holding him as best I could against me, while my other hand started to pay some much needed attention to my clit, since he definitely appeared to have forgotten anatomy in prison. Murado ran his free hand down the outside of my thigh, and I began to press back against him, trying to get more of his tongue inside me.
I guess I must have gotten carried away, because before I knew it, I was shuddering and gasping as I came over his face. To his credit, he just went right on fucking me with that tongue of his, even as my pussy was contracting on it over and over. It felt like he might get another orgasm out of me almost immediately, and I wasn’t sure I’d want that, or who knows what I’d let him do. I pushed him away from me.
“Good,” I grunted. I drew him up to his feet, then took his chair myself, leaning forward towards his crotch. “My turn.”
He was hard as a rock by now, his cock looking pretty fine in his 2nd skin underwear. Not too long, not too thick. Not that I really felt like there was much wrong with too long and too thick, or that it was really possible, for me, or I would’ve sent Theed packing. I stroked his cock through his underwear, then ran my lips along the shaft up to the head, which I sucked into my mouth, 2nd skin and all. I sucked and swirled my tongue over
the tip of his cock until the fabric was completely soaked with my spit. I let him go with a little pop.
“Take these off,” I told him, tapping his ass in his underwear. It was practically like I’d pushed a magic button for disappearing boxer briefs. His naked cock stood before me. It had a gentle curve upwards and the rather large set of balls attached to him, and his pubic hair had been trimmed back considerably. I licked from the base of the shaft up to the head and then down the other side. Murado groaned and I pulled one heavy ball into my mouth before popping it out and taking in the other as I stroked his shaft with my hand. His hands ran through my hair and pulled on me insistently, and I glanced up at him watching me suckle his balls. I licked my way back up to the tip of his shaft and paused for a moment, letting my breath tease him a little, before opening my mouth and taking him all the way into my mouth, until my nose touched his torso and I could feel his sac resting on my chin.
“Oh, fuck, your mouth is so hot,” he said.
“Mmmhmm,” I hummed around him. He groaned in response. I wrapped my thumb and index finger along the base of his shaft, making a tight ring around his cock.
I proceeded to give him one of the sloppiest blowjobs I’ve given in a very long time. Usually I suck a guy off as a little crowd warming exercise, to get him ready for the main event. But as tonight’s second act was currently canceled for James Murado, I held very little back. From time to time I would grab him and pull him out of my mouth, dragging the head out along the inside of my cheeks and then run down his shaft with my lips, his whole cock coated in my saliva, some of it running down his balls and my chin, and a lot of it falling on my neck and tits. After about the second or third time I did this I took him deep again and held him there until my lungs burned a little, then lifted off his cock.
He groaned with disappointment. “I’m so close.”
“I know,” I said. “I didn’t want you to miss this, though.”
I sat up as straight as I could, jutting out my chest and squeezing my upper arms together so that my perky tits pushed tightly together. I grabbed his cock and lowered it down, rubbing the head across the tops and then tapping each nipple, before plunging it into my cleavage. We both watched as I stroked the head of his cock up and down between my tits, until finally I pressed the shaft through as well, and Murado was forced to squat a little to get the right angle. He traded my hands on his cock for his own, and I pressed my tits tighter around him. I looked up into his face.
“Fuck my titties, baby,” I cooed. “Fuck ‘em until you come.”
He wasted no time, I guess he was pretty pent up, desperately wanting to fuck something. I don’t let a lot of men use my breasts as a replacement sex doll, because what’s the point for me, but when I do, they usually like to take their sweet time. Not Murado. He bucked his hips as he pounded his cock through my tits, groaning and grunting at the effort. His cock was so wet and hot across my chest bone and I was a little glad I’d already gotten off a few times today, because I was getting a little turned on by how much he wanted this.
“I’m about to come,” he said.
“You’d better,” I told him, and gave him a smile.
He grunted and thrust hard until the head of his cock made an appearance just above my cleavage. I felt his cock pulse and the first jet of hot cum splattered across my neck. The next few fell across my right shoulder and tit and the last of it landed at the top of my cleavage. When his softening cock slipped from between my tits, a little of his cum strolled into the gap between them. I stopped him from getting too far away, and he shook when I pulled the still sensitive tip between my lips and milked the last of his load into my mouth, swallowing it down when he was done.
“There,” I said. “It’s so much better to be helpful, isn’t it?” He just nodded wordlessly.
I stood up and pulled my jeans back on, then clipped the handcannon to my belt. I left my shoes and vest for now, and went out of the hall and into the bathroom. In the mirror, I saw the mess, the shiny trails of Murado’s semen stretching from my neck down to my navel, globs of the stuff clinging to my skin. I took a photo to send to Theed when I found some time. Then I found what passed for a clean towel and wiped down my chest.
When I reentered the neuro room, Murado was in the chair, still recovering, and I shot him a glance.
“You’ve got answers and I want them,” I told him. “Start talking.”
“I don’t know how much help it’ll be,” he said.
“Who paid you to set me up?”
“I don’t know his name. He looked professional, though. Suit. Tie, even.”
“A tie? Anything else stand out about him?”
“Yeah, he wasn’t tall, exactly, but he wasn’t short, either, you know what I mean? He was a hard-body, too, that was clear. Like Marine Corps hard, you know?”
“What color were his eyes?”
“I dunno. The neuro den doesn’t exactly encourage looking people in the eyes.”
“Shit. What’d he do after he paid you?”
“He told me to wait for a woman looking for your man, Hary Xu, and lock her in. Then he told me to forget he’d ever been there. Then he went in Xu’s room.”
“He came in after Xu? How long was he in Xu’s room for?”
“Yeah, maybe five minutes after Xu. I didn’t see him leave.”
“Did you know Xu was dead when you locked me in there?”
“Not until the SPD kicked down the door.”
“This mystery man, he kill Xu?”
“Well, he goes in, guy gets toasted. I didn’t see happen, but unless the guy fried himself...”
“Or the person on other end fried him with feedback.”
“No way. I looked at his transmitter set up before the cops rolled it up. Any overload would hit the antenna first. He would’ve just gotten a rude wake up.”
“What was on his tape?”
“Well, there’s not much. I’ll show you.”
Murado clicked around until he found Xu’s file and pressed play. The holo monitor glowed and we were looking at a large palatial villa, sitting on a gorgeous coast with white sand beaches and a lazy blue sea. A woman’s voice called out, “Hary. Hary,” over and over again. We watched Hary Xu stumble around the villa for a bit, his name constantly being called by the mystery woman. Then there was only black.
“What happened?” I asked.
“He got fried,” said Murado. I sighed. Another dead end.
“The cops know you make copies of the chairs’ memory?”
“No, man. Juan doesn’t even know I make copies.”
“Well, if you want it to stay that way, I’ve got another favor to ask of you,” I told him. He looked up at me eagerly.
“Same terms?”
“New terms: I don’t tell anyone about these copies, and you keep both your job and your freedom. That, or you can go back to Deimos.”
He groaned. “What do you get out of it?”
“This is a pretty sweet set-up. A guy who knows something about neuro tech...I might have need of you again. And I’d like to use your neuro-chair. Can you key my thumbprint into your door’s front lock?”
“C’mon, that’s asking a lot.”
“Well, let’s say we’ve moved past deals, and now we’re going to try and be friends, James,” I told him. “And if you’re a good friend, there might be some good benefits.”
I stroked my breasts a little so he could imagine what those might be. His cock was hardening again, so at least two out of three of us were a yes.
“Okay,” said James, making it a unanimous decision. “Friends.”
I left about fifteen minutes later when he’d got my thumb keyed to his front door, and shown me how to operate the chair so I could drop in uninvited to use it. You can get a home unit for less than a chair, it’s just a little wand that jacks into the neuro shunt, but it’s processing power is terrible and the created reality shows its cracks. It was going to be nice to be able to use a chair wheneve
r I wanted, free of charge or pervert attendants. Well, except the one. But Murado was turning out to be alright for a guy that’d tried to get me to take the fall for murder.
Back in my office, I called Theed’s office, operating on a hunch he was the sort who never left it. Peppy answered.
“A little late for you to still be working, isn’t it, sweetheart?” I asked.
“I love my job, M. Jeffries. I was hoping to hear from you again.”
“And I was hoping to do a lot more than hear from you, M...M? I don’t know your last name, Peppy.”
“Beaver,” she answered. There was some sort of disturbance in the background, and I heard her gasp.
I laughed. “Peppy Beaver? Cruel parents?”
“Peppy’s just a nickname.” She paused. Her voice grew strained. “My business cards say Patri Beaver.”
“Well, put me through to M. Montgomery, will you, M. Beaver?”
“Certainly, M. Jeffries.”
“Call me Sare.”
“Call me Peppy, Sare,” said Peppy, before the line clicked as it transferred over.
“Sare,” came Theed’s voice. It, too, sounded strained. “Got an update?”
“Burning the midnight oil, Theed?” I asked. “And you’ve kept poor Peppy there late.”
“She…” he stopped to groan and I heard the murmur of a woman’s voice in the background. “...likes it here.” The woman laughed.
“Theed, put me on holo.”
“I don’t know if that’s such a…”
“Put me on holo, Theed.”
The feed opened on my optical, revealing Peppy lying on her back on Theed’s desk, her frilly skirt rolled back above her waist. I was right about her not wearing panties. She’d kept her 2nd Skin shirt on, but let her long blonde hair down, spreading it out on the same desk I’d been bent over not twelve hours earlier. Theed was between her pale white legs, and I could hear the buzzing of his cock over the wet sounds of him thrusting in and out of his personal assistant.
“Hi again, Peppy,” I said.
“Mmmm. Hi again, Sare,” she replied, grasping Theed’s forearms.
“What’s the news, Sare?” grunted Theed. He kept his eyes on Peppy, not turning to look at me watching from the holo.
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