The Heist

The air outside the mainframe core was hot and muggy.  The conditioning must have been down.  Sweat, possibly from the heat, or more likely my nerves, trickled down my neck.

She was taking too long.  That’s why I hate working with Cutters.  Rogue hacks, I’ve never had a good experience with someone outside The Guild.  I fingered my 8mm Glock 5c and looked down the corridor.  Running my hand across my butch shaven scalp I flung the single, long, braided strand of hair back over my shoulders.

“Hurry the fuck up!” I whispered forceful.

“Eat me,” she retorted nastily. There’s tracers all over the place.  I have to move slowly.”

Her face was illuminated by the soft blue-white glow of her palmtop console, jacked into service terminal.  I couldn’t make out her face clearly, a sleek black latex skullcap covered her scalp while she wore round, flat goggles that hid her eyes and blue leather corset that encased her neck and laced up the front.  All I could make out were her sharp lips, painted in pale white gloss which made them mysteriously disappear in her ashen face.

“Shit!”  her face contorted “knockers!” she mumbled referring to the counterinsurgency technique of flooding her hack trail with false digital silhouettes that look like online security.  She seemed to wrestle with it for a moment then sighed.  ”Fuck it!”
She tapped at the console nervously and suddenly the blue went red and her face was lit up with a crimson glow.  Before I could think the alarm in the office complex sounded.

“Christ!”

“Almost got it,” she hushed.

“What the fuck are you doing you crazy bitch?”  I roared.  I wasn’t going to die because this rake fucked up a routine shwag out of impatience.

“Don’t get all wet on me merc.  Keep your pussy in check–got it?”

“I’ll  show you-”

Just then a clanking noise.  Heavy soled boots on metal paneling.  A bulky forms burst around the corner lead by an automatic rifle. BAM BAM BAM.  I unloaded three caps as the Cutter yanked out her console and ran past me to the exit.  The armoured man fell to the ground shrieking in pain as the white phosphorous rounds melted through his protective skin and burned into his flesh.  Another leapt back into the corridor.  His rifle went off but the rounds splattered off the circuit panels to my right.  Sparks flew and I turned to run.  As I sprinted up the stairs I let loose a pineapple.  Clang, clang, clang, clang, BOOOM!  The well below me filled with an acrid yellow smoke.  We continued in haste.

We hit the roof in minutes.  Two guards rushed past before we exited onto the platform.  Fuck, now she’s done it.  They already have the roof secure!

“We can take the skywalk,” she noted, tapping her goggles – probably loading a digital map of the surrounding area.   ”To our left.  It’s five stories below the roof.  I’ve a cable.”

Quickly we made our way.  Brisk and silent were our strides.  I crouched low by the parapet.  The spring breeze brought the coolness of the ocean air whipping over its edge.  She clamped the impossibly thin cable to a service conduit and slipped the edge into a rappelling notch aside her belt.  As she climbed up on the parapet the two guards came out around a roof unit.  As she leapt their rifles opened fire.  BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM.  I unloaded.  A pain in my neck.  One of them crumpled in a smoking heap.  I looked to the cord and secured it to my belt.  Automatic fire sounded.  BAM BAM click.  I spun over the parapet and headed down the side of the building head-first.  The Cutter crouched there with a pistol upward.  I hit the roof hard, but softer than if I had jumped.  She fired and turned to run.  I bolted with her.  Ricochet sounded at our feet.   We hit the other side and landed against a service door, working on the lock.  I dropped my clip and loaded a new one.  We were too far for the guard to see us.

Rotors.  The chopping of a helicopter.  She jacked the door.  We went in.  A maze of service tubes.  Another door.  Out onto a rooftop.  We ran.

We skipped from rooftop to rooftop, all the while hearing the echo of the rotors off the nearby buildings – coming closer.  We dropped into a dark spot.

“Where the fuck are we?”

“Noble and Pierce,” she responded, tuning her goggles.  ”Fuck yeah…  I’ve an idea.”
She turned and ran to a rooftop unit.  Quickly she disassembled a panel.  The chopping grew louder.  The metal clanked to the ground. She began to strip off all her hack gear.

“Lose your weapons and anything illegal,” she said.  I hesitated.

“Dammit woman LOSE it!”

I dumped my gear into the hold, including my guns.  She pulled the goggles and cap off to reveal feathery thin blue hair sprouting from the crown of her head but shaven all round the sides.  Searing, pale white pupils darted around as she moved. She quickly replaced the panel.  We found a stair-shaft and she hacked the lock.  Quickly I followed her down the stairs.  A dozen or so floors down she burst out a doorway.  The street.  Sirens sounded from all directions.  The block was vivid, bright.  Advert lighting drowned the streetscape, washing the forms of sods selling themselves.  We tore through their masses and into one of the seedier establishments.  A large Asian woman in a velvet frock turned and gave my partner a trying sigh.

“Shit na you!” her accent a thick Laoatian.

“Save it,” she barked.  ”Blue hammer commin’, we need ta hide.”

“Damn girl, you gon kill ma biness.”

“Now Chloe!”

The woman sighed, then snapped her fingers and instructed a buff Asian man to escort us to a parlor.  The worn, rusted paneling of the interior was brightly painted in reds and yellows and though the lighting attempted to be sultry it was dim and hard to see.  The man drew back a mylar sound dampening curtain and we went inside.  The alcove was encased in synthetic perforated paneling.  Aside from a short section of flooring, the void was consumed by a padded dais highlighted by red downlighting.

We heard the rustling of armoured men. She began to strip, unlacing the corset about her neck, pulling out of her chrome mail halter top.  I did the same.  I realized the gist of her plan.

The stomping of heavy boots.

We dove onto the dais and covered ourselves with the sheets.  The curtain drew back.  Two cops in full metal gear stood there facing us.  Two more were behind them hassling three men in the stall across from us.

“Lookin fer two women,” the first roared at us as he strode in the room.  ”How long have you been ‘ere?”

“Nearly half hour,” Chloe piped up, coming down the hall.  ”Paid for full hour.  Dey still got half.”

The other produced a plamtop scanner and brushed it’s blue beam over us. Weapons scanner.  He adjusted it…green beam.  Tech scanner.

“Clean. No weapons or illeg non-wet tech.”

“Aye,” one noted approaching me.  I pulled the sheets up further over myself defensively.  ”How’d you get that gash there eh?”

He pointed as my neck.  It was the first time since the shrapnel hit it that I had remembered the injury and noted the pain.  I froze, and looked at the hacker.

Man I wished I had my Glock.   Two plugs and I’d be able to make a break for the door.  Damn this cutter bitch!

Uncharacteristically, she smiled and her hand moved up to the base of my neck.  She drew me close and opened her lips.  I felt her tongue press against my skin first, then her lips.  Quickly though, two sharp points penetrated my skin and I gasped.  I bled more and the fucking Cutter began to drink it!

“Oh man,”  I heard the cop declare.  He backed away.

The hack pulled back and I saw that two of her teeth had extended into sharp, vampire-like points.  My blood was on her pale white lips.

“We cater to all fetish,”  Chloe announced.  ”Legal.  All LEGAL.  You leave now.”

The cops finished checking the alcoves and we heard them clamor their way out.  We laid there, not having moved from the original embrace.  I stared at the curtain and she faced me.

“We should wait a few,” she whispered softly.  Her breath caressed my cheek.  Soft.  Warm.  I turned to her.  Devoid of color, her eyes seemed suddenly a little less hard, slightly mortal.

“Right,”  I muttered.

She moved away slightly and I noticed her soft, supple breasts before me.  They were pale and ashen with delicate pink nubs.  Curious, though, about her left nipple was looped a circular tattoo of a pink snake eating it’s tail.  I knew this to be the brand of the Sensules, a quasi-religious sect who believed that the path to God was through the experience of physical sensations.  I was intrigued.

Her eyes, though cold in their icy whiteness, pierced me.  My breathing was short.  A flood of emotions.  Adrenaline.  Fear.  Passion.  I suddenly realized that my pelvis was pressed firmly against her’s.  Her hands clenched my hips.

She leaned in again, perhaps sensing my rush.  Our lips touched and I felt her tongue push its way into my mouth.  It was sweet and soft.  I could taste the saltiness of my own blood still mingling in her saliva.  She pushed herself on top of me, her hands now against my shoulders as she straddled my torso.   My hands slipped up the arch of her back and to her shoulders.  She was strong, muscular.

I love muscular women.

Kissing, still kissing.

Circling round, my hands grasped her soft tits.  Firm and perky, I rubbed the hard pink nipples with my thumbs.

She groaned.

She kissed harder.

My right hand found its way down between her legs.  My fingers brushing their way through her hair and cupping her mound.  I pulled.  Our kiss broke and she looked down at me.  Eyes, icy, demonic.  Mouth agape in passionate wantonness.

She moved with my hand, presenting her warm pussy before my face.  Her pubic hair was also stark white, tipped in blue flecks.  A genetic mod I realized, and a costly one at that, but it was one of the most beautiful patches I’d seen.  Her strong thighs straddled my head as she sat on my face.  I plunged my tongue into her warm embrace.  The smell filled my nostrils.  Sweet .  Musky.

Hair tickling my nose.

She ran her hands across my closely shaved head, her nails digging into my skin on the returning stroke.  I attacked her clit.  Rubbing.  Sucking.  Caressing.

“Eat me bitch, nuuuuggghh!” she moaned rhythmically rocking her pelvis.  ”Oh my god…suck it down!”

My arms circled her hips, pulling her harder against my mouth.  I could feel her come seeping down my face, creaming my cheeks.

Tender. Hot.  Her cunt enveloped my face.

My only air was filtered through her musky pubes.

Dizzy.  The act consumed me.

I nibbled and bit.

Sucking.  Sucking hard.  Pulling at her clit.  Rubbing with my tongue.

“Guuuuuunnnnaaaaaahhhhh!”  she roared in a gutteral voice that tapered off into a violent scream at her breath escaped her.   Ravenously she rubbed her lips against my mouth.  The orgasm infiltrated her body.

She broke away with truculence.  Darting down she kissed me again, a passion possessing her.  Ravenous.  Hard.  Vicious, her mouth dug at mine, her hands clasped about the side of my head.

Again she broke abruptly.  A child unable to make up her mind was sweets to enjoy, she wanted them all.

Kisses along my neck.  Lips suckling my nipples, playing with the silver rings piercing each.  Kisses down my abdomen.  A long pause.  She inhaled the smell of my pussy.

Its stark baldness glistening wet in the red light.

My legs parted. She filled the void. Kissing my thighs.  Nibbling my skin.

Her breath hard and fast.

“Aaaaahhh!”  I screamed, surprised at the sudden violation.  Her mouth embraced my cunt.  Ripping.  Slashing.  Penetrating.     Her nose tickled my clit as she dug deep into my canal.  She rubbed my thighs feverishly.  Her face pushed against me as if she was desperately trying to get deeper, penetrate further.

Her left hand began to rub my clit.  Encircling it in broad pressured strokes.  I felt a finger of her right hand pressing against the entrance to my ass.

“Mmmm…AHH!”

It pushed inside.  Violation, pure, wonderful, blissful violation. Complete violation.
She continued to assail my fold with her mouth.  Her fingers worked me.  I exploded.

“Ah, ah, ah uuuunnnnnnaaahhhhh!”

The orgasm rocketed through my pelvis, assailing my senses.  I felt weak.

Like a feral animal she sensed it.  She knew, but did not stop.

A second finger pushed into my anus.  She buried them in my ass as she continued her onslaught upon my cunt.  Without a respite my hips contorted and began to shiver.  I grabbed her head.  I felt the thin whisps of hair as her face burrowed into me.  I pulled my knees back, almost to my ears.  Agape before her.  I wanted to be wider.  I wanted to open up as broadly as I could and have her push deeper inside me.  Deeper!

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

The orgasm was so intense that I lost consciousness.  Sad for a hardened merc, but I’d never been so beautifully violated.  I awoke with my head in her lap as she sat cross-legged above me.  Slowly stroking my scalp.  She was smiling.  It was beautiful.  I hadn’t really seen her smile.

“You’re one hot fuck,” she quipped.  ”Just gotta work on your stamina.”

I laughed, probably the first time in ages.

Later we sent a groper back to pick up our things on the rooftop.  Scene had become too hot and we booked as soon as the blue hammer calmed.  We got paid good, minus the groper’s fee.  More importantly though, I think I’d found a new partner….