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The Run

By: Water Tiger



He stopped running, hit the button on his watch and started his cool down walk up the driveway. In the pre-dawn light he could see the well secluded home through the trees. To the casual observer no one would have noticed the outside lights along the drive and around landscaped were out; but to those that knew would have known the lights were never off.

He quietly opened the door and locked it behind him as he flicked on the three outside light switches. The smell of fresh coffee made him smile as he kicked off his running shoes and socks. The house was dark, save a light in the kitchen and down the hall, he padded into the kitchen poured himself a cup of coffee and then preceded down the hallway. He stopped in the bathroom to relieve himself and wash his face. Then with coffee cup in hand he went to the light at the end of the hall.

She was in bed with the covers pulled up; a small touch lamp was set on the dimmest setting. "Hi there" she said. "Hi, coffee is excellent this morning" he said as he took a sip. "So how was your run this morning?" she asked. "Not bad for a cat that wasn't built to run." He was right she thought, if a cheetah was built to run long and fast, then he was a tiger. Thick, strong and powerful, she smiled to herself, he was built, but not for speed. He pulled off his T-shirt and sat next to her on the bed. The healthy smell of his body hit her, and like some kind of drug her heart started to increase its beat as a sly smile crossed her face.

He looked at her and said, "So you look all smug and cozy this morning."

"Oh, that I am this morning." As she spoke she pushed down the comforter, he stood up to look at her as she exposed her very hard and very naked body.

She loved to see the look on his face when she revealed herself to him. There she lay, very fit and trim for a woman of 52, she had a body that most women 25 would die to have. Her breasts were a firm 36D with no tan lines, her larger nipples becoming erect as she kicked the rest of the covers off.

She felt his gaze glide down past her flat belly to the tuft of hair on her mound, to her long tanned legs. Once she knew he had visually taken her in she said, "Early this morning before my husband left on his trip, he decided to leave me with something to remember him by." She moved her hand between her legs as she spread them apart and inserted a finger in her pussy.

"Seems that my pussy is completely filled with his cum." He looked down and noticed her ass was propped up on a pillow, as she removed her finger from her swollen lips he saw the small wet spot and the slick liquid on her finger as she raised it to his mouth.

He took it in his mouth; he could taste the mix of cum and pussy together. Inside that vice-grip locked pussy was a load of cum, and he didn't even have to ask her what she wanted him to do.

His cock, which had been increasing in size since she had kicked off the covers, was now straining against his shorts. He stepped back from the bed and pulled them off. His cock was not "huge", but complemented his body nicely, and with it being clean-shaven made it look bigger than it was. She enjoyed how good it felt in her and the amount of cum it could produce.

She moved her had to it, as he bent down and grabbed her breast and guided her nipple into his mouth. The feeling of his sucking her nipple as she wrapped her hand around the hot velvety shaft was sheer heaven, until she realized he was now biting down on her nipple. She looked down at him, there eyes met, even though his head was almost upside down. Through teeth clenched on her poor breast he said, "You are going to have to wait to play with that."

She released him and made an exaggerated fake pout. Then the big cat let go of her and started to position himself between her legs. He smiled at her as he leaned down and for the first time they kissed. It was hot and passionate as it always was with him; he slowly kissed down her neck his hands working on her breast and nipples. She arched her back trying to force herself in his mouth. He then kissed and nibbled on her tummy to her navel and to the top of her mound of soft hair.

Then as he repositioned himself and placed his hands on the globes of her ass he looked up and said, "So, you are still horny after being taken less than an hour ago?" She grinned and said, "I just can't help it, I'm a slut and you love me for it." As he flicked his tongue on her mound he asked her, "Was it wild an wooly, or a gentle slow fuck?" She moved her hips to his face and told him it was the slow gentle love making session. As he kissed the puffy swollen lips he said, "Bet you hated that." Before she could comment he jammed his tongue in her hole. The feeling was overwhelming, the heat that had been building exploded, as did the flow of cum out of her cunt. He didn't miss a beat sucking and licking her lips, she loved it not to mention the turn on of having another man suck the cum out that her husband had shot in her earlier.

It was that thought that was in her mind as the first orgasm rolled over her like a wave. She grabbed his shoulders and was about to dig her nails in him, when he looked up and said, "No marks, remember?" Then immediately went back to the task of cleaning her up and out. She had almost got the work "shit" out when his continued assault on her clit gave her the second "mini" earthquake orgasm. The kind that seem small, but she would shake all over when it happened.

She was floating now, as he pushed up from her soppy crotch crawling up to her. His face was wet, and he had that smile and twinkle in his eye that she cherished. He leaned downed and kissed her, he parted open her mouth and the last remains of her husbands load flowed into her mouth. The continued to kiss gently as she could feel his cock brushed her very sensitive pussy. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and tried to get the correct angle for him to enter her.

He broke off their kiss and looked at her, "Well for just being fucked and eaten this morning you sure are eager for another round, or do you have someone else stopping, and I need to hurry up?" She laughed as he tickled her, she caught her breath and said, "Well can't a girl be horny just a little?" It was his turn to laugh and said to her, "You my love are horny all time!"

He then straightened himself up right; he looked good enough to eat she thought. As if reading her mind he lifted one leg then the other over her hips and placed them on either side of her. Then the big cat lightly set on her belly. His balls flattening out on her stomach as his cock remained hard and rigid. He placed his hands on his hips and looked down at her.

"So now what are you in the mood for, some of that same easy love making?" She had been hot all morning waiting for him; she had run a hundred fantasies through her mind. Now the pure lust was taking over. She didn't care what he did; she just wanted him to have his way with her. She smiled a wicked little smile and told him, "I want to be fucked like the slut that I am."

He smiled and said, "Is that so? What a dirty mouth on such beautiful little slut." He grabbed his cock and inched his way up to her chest. "With such a beautiful face and such a dirty mouth, I bet you'd like to suck this cock of mine wouldn't you my little slut."

Her reaction was to open her mouth as wide as she could as he slowly fed his hard cock into her. She prided herself on her cocksucking expertise, and he loved it every time she took him in her mouth. She ran her tongue up and down the length of his shaft, softly biting his head, milking the pre-cum out on her tongue in the best porn star fashion. "Oh, that feels so good, a slut as good as you must have had many a cock shoved in that mouth." She loved it when they talked dirty to each other; it made the great sex they had even hotter than usual. 

As she sucked him she slipped a finger into her drenched pussy. Once her finger was lubed she moved it to the crack of his ass. She parted his cheeks and positioned her finger on his tight hole. As she sucked him she pushed her finger into his ass. At first it was tight, but like magic it opened and it easily slide in. He took a deep breath and for a second stopped moving, when he started moving again she could feel his cock twitch just a little.

He reached down and grabbed her head and moved it in a rhythm with her finger going in and out of his ass. Some women hate having their head held, but he was gentle running his fingers though her hair and stoking her face. Even though he was on top of her, he was at her mercy, she knew he was getting worked up, and her pussy was craving his cock.

He then told her at this rate he wouldn't be able to last much longer, and that he hadn't even had a chance to wet his cock in her pussy. He pulled out of her mouth and moved to be between her legs. He loved the look on her face after she had sucked his cock. Her face was flushed, and her lips wet and puffy. He kissed her and their eyes met, it was more than just lust, he knew she want him and vice versa.

"So, what would you like?" he said as he rubbed the head of his cock on her clit. With one hand she parted her cunt lips as the other wrapped around his cock. "I want that cock to fuck my slut pussy. That is if you don't mind a sloppy seconds?" He didn't even respond as she guided him in her hot hole. The hard work and exercise she did every day paid off as she tightened around his shaft when he was completely inside her. He called it "flexing her pussy" and every time she did it, he almost came, he laughed and told her to quit or she have another load in her.

They kissed and even though neither one said a thing, they were doing the "easy" lovemaking, he propped himself up to watch his cock slowly go in and out of her. She loved this, that way she could run her hands over his powerful arms and chest, she couldn't get enough of him, touching him anyway she could. He would change his angle and set off a number of mini shivers though her, as she continued to grabbed his ass and caress his body, even giving his nipples a good pinch.

He then lay full length on her and slowly ground himself against her. He told her that for such a hot slut he didn't think that he could be in a class of guys that could possibly count on fucking her very often. She told him that she thought he was cute, and that she just might have to cut out a few dozen guys to allow her to have enough time with him, they both smiled, as she pushed him off her and told him she needed something.

She rolled him over and has him lean back against the headboard of the bed. As she stood over him she asked him how she looked? He told that of all the women he has known in his life she was without a doubt the sexiest he'd ever known. As he spoke she ran her hands over her breasts and down to her pussy, she turned around and asked, "What about my ass, do you like my all over tan ass?"

He told her it was a fabulous ass, she turned back and said, "You know that's one hole that hasn't been fucked yet. I bet you'd like to fuck my ass wouldn't you?" He gave her the wicked tiger grin and nodded.

She squatted down and grabbed his still hard cock that was wet from her pussy; with one hand she spread her lips and teased her clit with his head. Then she tilted her hips forward and placed the head of his cock on her hole. He didn't move at all, he let her do all the work. At first she was tight, but the feeling of his head against her made her open up, and she pushed down to feel the head pop inside her inner ring. After a second to regain her composure she slid down the length of his shaft. The feeling was white hot for both of them. The way his cock filled her and the heat he felt from the glove like hold.

Slowly she started to work up and down on him, she could feel her muscles loosen to accept him inside. She pushed down till she could feel his balls; he steadied her with his hands on her shoulder as she placed one on his chest and the other deep in her cunt. She loved it when he fucked her ass; the look on his face told it all, as she fingered herself to another earthquake orgasm. As she picked up the pace, she forced herself on him as deep as he could go, she could tell he was close, she asked him if he was ready to show her what he had in him. He said that he was ready anytime she wanted him.

She looked down at him and said, "For a cock that has worked so hard, it would be shame and a waste of good cum to shoot it in a slut like mine's ass, so why don't I take care of you?." He told her what ever she wanted to do would be fine with him.

She ever gently rose up until his cock popped out of her ass. She got between his legs and put them over her shoulders, she then leaned forward rolling his hips toward his chest. He repositioned his head and shoulders on the pillows; in this position his cock was mere inches from his own face.

With one hand she lightly started stroking his cock, the other, a finger lubed from her cunt eased back into his ass. Once they were comfortable, she started to alternate the rhythm stroking and fingering him. He was breathing harder, and she could feel his cock becoming harder with each stroke, he was very close.

She leaned forward and in a whisper told him, "Now I am a very good aim, and I know you have a lot of cum, so you just open that mouth of yours for me now." She asked him if he was ready, all he could do was nod up and down. She then said "Open wide for me." When he did he exploded in her hand, her aim was true as she guided the thick white shots of cum in his open mouth.

She told him, "Don't swallow anything just yet, I want to make sure you're empty." After several more spasms he was done, all but a few last shots landed on his chest. She released her grip on his cock and removed her finger from him and looked down at him, his mouth still open full of cum.

She stuck her tongue in his mouth and swirled the hot load around in his mouth, after licking her lips she said, "You know as a slut I swallow down a lot of cum from the cocks I suck, so why don't you take this load yourself, but remember to save a little for me." He closed his mouth and swallowed his cum; he then opened his mouth to show just a little remaining. She rolled over to pull him on top of her, they kissed and she swallowed the last remains of his love.

As they lay there he asked her what could top a session like that off? She said, "A shower, a nice hot shower." He sat up and said, "Damn, that's real romantic!" As she padded naked to the bathroom, she looked at him and reminded him that he still had another mile and a half to run. He fell back on the bed and lamented that it was going to be a long day. She then told him no, that he had to be home early this afternoon since his wife had invited her over that evening for steaks.

She gave him a last wicked smile as she disappeared into the bathroom. As he got dressed to the sound the water in the shower, he smiled and thought of going back out and running of the pain and suffering one has to go through to stay in shape.

The Run



Wednesday 1900 hours

She moved across the crowded bar with a feline fluidity that would have been called graceful or elegant on a pretty woman. With Margo the word most often used to describe her movements was lethal. She was a mountain of a woman; nearly six foot one and she packed nearly two hundred pounds of muscle on that frame. Her legs were long and her hips were slim and boyish with a tiny waist that seemed out of place on her massive frame. Her blonde hair was worn in a severe crew cut and her eyes were an impossible shade of blue. The girls onstage had spent major creds on their massive busts, Margo’s had come naturally and where it was a major selling point for the strippers it had always been a pain in the ass to her.

“Ever try finding Kevlar in a 48-DD?” she had recently asked a fellow runner who had mentioned her proportions. The girl had possessed a dancer’s body and found the comment amusing which was what Margo had intended, but the truth of the statement remained. She had often contemplated getting a reduction, but there were so many things she needed more. Like the ceramic data jack implanted at the base of her skull or the nano-servos that gave her reflexes that were just short of a mongoose’s. The Holotech Mk 30 cyber eyes, which had cost her over a year’s savings, were not even her most expensive enhancement. Poly body plating and subdermal padding would greatly increase her life expectancy if she could ever afford them. While a reduction would have cost a trifling amount compared to those and cosmetic surgery was the by word of the times, there always seemed to be something more pressing. 

Tonight Margo needed a drink and to get laid. She really needed some human contact and to relax and have some fun. The big runner had just returned to her home in Singapore from Germany, where a bad run against a VR research center had nearly cost her, her life. It had cost everyone else on the team theirs, except for their decker, a slender girl called Lana. The two of them had barely escaped the German police and other interested security organizations. In fact, the reason she was in this hideous dive was to thank the man who had pulled the strings to get them safely out of Germany. The place was a hole in the wall with a big stage, small dance floor and battered furniture. The crowd was typical of Singapore’s underbelly, pimps, dealers, addicts, whores, thieves and a few corporate types out slumming. Scattered through the scum and riff-raff were a few runners, either up and comers like the kid in the back corner or hard bitten pros like the tall Swede who had a back room reserved for himself. Tonight the place also had one of the upper crust of Margo’s profession.

Margo spotted him in a back corner with the big Irishman who always seemed to accompany him. His name was Jack Nelson and he was elite. Not that he ever would say it of himself. Margo had known him for several years and there was always something eating at him, some inner doubt that was hard to reconcile to his abilities and record. 

Most runners were cocky, head strong and brash. What the hell, you didn’t win contracts claiming you were the third best runner in Singapore, she thought. Even the elites were usually towers of ego, but Nelson was a different character altogether. Quiet, competent and exacting; his runs were masterpieces of planning and discipline. Margo had worked with him two or three times and never failed to be impressed. She had really had no right to call on him for help and was more than a little surprised when he agreed, but he was strange like that. In a world where treachery and backstabbing were the law of the jungle Nelson was like a knight of some bygone time. His word was his bond and his sense of honor was legendary.

Margo slid into the booth across from him and smiled, “Thanks Jack,”

“No problem,”

“I owe you one,” she said as she sipped her drink.

“Forget it, I have a job if your interested,” he said. Margo looked up from her drink and eyed him carefully. His pale eyes gave away nothing and she decided to let him talk. You could never be too careful and it didn’t look good to seem too hungry for work.

“You know Jolly, right?”

“Not personally, but by rep, yeah,” she replied. Jolly was the biggest fixer in Southeast Asia. He had contacts all over the place from the corporate world to the underworld. Need a hit? Maybe some info on a rival? The whereabouts of the biggest drug lord or the smoothest slaver? Whatever you needed Jolly was the man to see, if you had the creds or the skills. Margo had never met him; she didn’t rate a fixer like Jolly. 

“He has a job he needs done the right way, nothing too fancy, just a babysitting job really, but one that is going to take a certain finesse,”

“Since when are you subcontracting for Jolly?” she asked. Nelson smiled mirthlessly and drained his tumbler.

“Since never, I wouldn’t touch the job, it isn’t my kinda op. Thing is, no one with the savvy to do it will take it. I think you have what it takes and it’s a big time contract. Would be your chance to show your skills to the corporate market,”

“Why won’t anyone else take it? And since when did you become concerned about my reputation?” Margo asked suspiciously.

“Damn woman, ease off,” the big Irishman interjected. Margo shot him a look but he seemed to be smiling good naturedly as he chewed on a cigar stub.

“Fair questions Irish, you’d be suspicious too if someone approached us with it,” Nelson said. Margo looked from one to the other, she was beginning to get the feeling that she was being set up.

“Friday evening there is going to be a big gala ball at Transcom’s downtown headquarters. All of the corporate suits as well as a fair part of the high society crowd will be there. Security is going to be tight; you have to with so many people running around,”

“And this concerns me how?”

“One of the ladies in attendance is going to be Dominique La’joure. Heard of her? She’s the Heiress to a French cosmetics giant. Word on the streets is that she is a target for a hit,”

“So you want me to baby-sit?”

“That’s all; just keep her alive for the duration of the party and for a few hours afterwards. The job pays fifty large, Hong Kong, if you’re interested,”

“Why me?”

“Frankly, because you’re a woman. The job is legit; you’ll have security clearance and papers and will meet with Miss La’joure. She will know you’re there and due to her…proclivities…I think she would feel more comfortable with a woman,”

“Proclivities?”

“She’s a certified muff diver is what he is trying to say, in his own clear as mud way,” Irish interjected with a snort. Nelson eyed him and shook his head. Tact was obviously not the big man’s forte.

“I think she would be more comfortable with a woman,” Nelson said.

It seemed too good to be true. An easy job, good pay and recognition on the corporate level. It was the kind of break most runners waited their whole lives for. Something about it was wrong. She didn’t know what, but she knew something wasn’t right. How far could she trust Nelson? He had pulled her bacon out of the fire in Germany, of that she was certain. Now he was dropping the job of a lifetime right in her lap, but what was his angle? 

“Why all the largesse?”

“I’ve watched you for a long time Margo. You have what it takes to be among the best. Don’t look at it like me giving you anything. It’s biz, no favors called or asked, I told Jolly I might know someone who could handle it,”

Margo looked him in the eye, but she detected no deceit. Whatever was wrong with this set up she felt comfortable now that it wasn’t Nelson who was trying to fuck her. Aside from his sterling rep she sensed he was being honest, almost too honest, but that was also part of his make up.

“I don’t suppose I can refuse, since I owe you anyway,” she said carefully.

“Sure you can Margo. I’m not Chang. It’s an offer, not a demand, take it or leave it,”

“I’ll take it,” she said after a thoughtful pause. Nelson handed her a data card that appeared in his hand like magic. 

“It’s all on there,” he said.

“Jack, what’s your interest?” she asked. Nelson glanced at the Irishman and the big man silently moved out of earshot. They worked like that, almost like they could read one another’s thoughts, but they had been together since before Margo killed her first man.

“Cards on the table. I have some business at Transcom and the party fits my needs. Dominique La’joure getting her pretty head blown off would be… inconvenient,”

“All right, I won’t ask any more, thanks for the honesty,”

“Just concentrate on your job Margo, this could be the break that puts you in the big time, but if you screw it up you won’t be able to work in Asia again,”

Margo had been around long enough to know that wasn’t a threat, it was just a statement of fact. Almost all of the independent contractors hoped to find a corporate sponsor eventually. Men like Nelson were the exception, he preferred to keep his freedom of action and he had the skill and rep to do so. Margo would love a corporate job; it meant security, privileges and getting out of the shitty side of this god-forsaken city. You didn’t get a second chance though, it was a dog eat dog world and the corps were suspicious of the independents to start with. Screw up once and they would all know about it. 

Margo nodded and stood to leave, all thoughts of a drink and getting laid were gone. She had hit the big time and now she had just three days to get her shit together and make a good job of it.

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Thursday 0800 hours

Ma’Cherie’s downtown headquarters was a temporary affair located in the old Martell building. There was scaffolding everywhere and construction people were working on everything from the floors to the walls. The security station had been ripped out and currently it consisted of a single gray haired old man sitting at a folding table with a dumb terminal. Margo worried about that, even a cosmetics firm needed top notch security in Singapore. Working with armatures was not to her liking, but she supposed if they were any good they wouldn’t have to contract out for bodyguards.

Margo was dressed in her best uniform, a black blouse with a double row of buttons. She left the flap hanging down to expose the charcoal gray inner lining. She wore her black combat pants and black boots. She was lightly armed today, carrying only a slimline 9mm in a hip holster. No need to go heavy, they would probably confiscate her piece anyway.

The guard looked up and smiled, “Can I help you?”

“I’m here to see Miss La’joure,”

“Do you have an appointment?”

“Yes, Margaret Helling,” she replied. The old man picked up a clipboard with several papers on it and flipped through them.

“Ah, I see now, M. Helling, eight-thirty, I was expecting a man,” he said apologetically. Margo nodded and let it pass, she was used to it by now.

He reached under the table and pulled out a camera. After a moment he took Margo’s picture and in a few seconds a visitor’s pass was generated. Margo took it and pinned it to her lapel.

“Straight back to the elevators, thirtieth floor. You’ll be met,”

Margo made her way to the elevators, avoiding workmen as she went. The ride up was swift and as soon as the door opened four uniformed security men were waiting.

“Good Morning Miss,” the tallest one said. Competent, polite, but ready. Maybe she had underestimated them. It was something to keep in mind.

“I’ll need any weapons,” another said and held out his hand. Margo was reluctant to give up her weapon, but she knew it was necessary. Once she did she was walked through a metal detector, which she of course set off and then an X-ray machine. Once the security people were satisfied that her cybernetics did not include any weaponry she was politely admitted to an inner office. 

After cooling her heels for several minutes the door opened and Dominique La’joure stepped in. Margo had never been pretty, but Dominique La’joure was the kind of beauty who made you feel ugly just being near her. Perfectly coifed red hair fell to her shoulders in a soft cascade. Here eyes were a piercing blue and seemed overly large on her delicate features. Her body was magnificent, with large soft breasts, a tiny waist, wide hips, tear drop ass and long sleek legs. She wore a conservative black business suit that she managed to make as sexy as any negligee. 

“Miss Helling? I’m Dominique La’joure,” she said extending her hand. Margo took it and was amazed at how smooth and soft her skin was, but the grip was firm and confident.

“Call me Margo,”

“Very well Margo, you may call me Dominique,” she said. Her voice was softly accented and vibrant. It wasn’t her voice that caught Margo’s attention, it was her eyes. As they slowly traveled over the big woman’s frame Margo saw a hunger in them that was almost frightening. She was used to such appraising looks from men, but not from a beautiful woman.

“Won’t you come in?” she asked suddenly. Margo nodded and followed her into the large office. Dominique went to the large bar and fixed them both a drink. Margo took a seat in the chair facing the desk, but the redhead didn’t sit behind it. She rested her ass on the desk but remained standing in front of Margo. The woman exuded sensuality and the pose she struck was distracting. Something about it just seemed to invite Margo to stand up and take the gorgeous creature in her arms.

If the hunger in her eyes was any indication, that was exactly what she wanted. For the second time in less than a month Margo found herself wondering if it might be worth trying. Control, she told herself. This is Biz. Mixing personal with Biz is a sure way to get yourself killed.

“Now, to business,” Dominique said. She pressed a button on her desk and a ferret-like man came in from a door between two bookcases that Margo had not noticed. She chided herself for being so careless and letting Miss La’joure get to her. Runners who didn’t notice things like that died relatively quickly, but not usually painlessly.

“Margo, this is Jean-Paul, my head of security. Jean, this is Margo,”

“Charmed,” the Frenchman said, his voice indicating he was anything but.

“You have read the data card I’m sure. I am here to answer any questions you may have about the assignment,”

“Do we know who put the contract out?” Margo asked. She shook off the erotic images floating through her head and concentrated on the Security man.

“No. We aren’t even sure there is a contract. The information comes from…independent sources,” he said. The distaste in his voice was evident. Margo read him as a stuck up corporate snob.

“You must forgive Jean, he is a little put out that I wanted someone other than his people for protection,”

“I still say my people can handle this better”

“And I still say one of your men would stand out like a turd in the punch bowl. Transcom is a very important partner in our drive to make inroads into the Asian market. I need someone who won’t make it look like I don’t trust them,” Dominique snapped. 

“And how do you propose to do that?’ the rat-like man said turning to Margo.

“You hired me to protect Miss La’joure, not to teach you how to provide security without being obtrusive,” Margo said easily. She really had no idea how she was going to do it, but she was developing an intense dislike for the little man and wanted to take him down a peg or two.

The little man turned red and started to splutter, but Dominique smiled so warmly at Margo that she felt herself flush.

“Enough of this. Margo will be my escort for the evening and I am sure everything will be fine,” she said. The way she stressed the word escort and the look she gave Margo left little doubt in the big woman’s mind that Dominique had plans for her after the party. Ratboy seemed to get the same message and clamped his mouth shut.

“Is there anything else?” Margo asked.

“No, you seem to be quite prepared,” he said sulking. He produced a wallet and handed it to her.

“What’s this?”

“Identification papers, a permit for a gun and a license to act as a bodyguard. Legitimacy is of the utmost importance…after image,” he said and then departed the way he had come.

Margo stood up and was about to say good-bye when Dominique stepped forward and grabbed her head. The smaller woman pulled her down and pressed her lips against Margo’s while her tongue probed. Margo was so taken aback that she didn’t resist and soon found herself engaged in a searing kiss. Margo was kissing back hard and her hands had just dropped to the beautiful woman’s soft ass when the intercom buzzed.

Dominique broke the kiss and straightened her jacket before pressing the button.

“Yes?’

“Mr. Hosegawa is here to see you,”

“One moment,” she said. She released the button and turned to Margo. 

“If that was any indication of things to come, then I am defiantly looking forward to Friday,” she said in a husky voice.

Margo smiled and quickly exited to cover her blush.

---  

Once the door had closed Miss La’joure stared out the big picture window behind her desk. The Singapore skyline was cold and forbidding. She again wondered if her rush to come out here hadn’t been the worst mistake she had made in her young life. The side door opened and Jean-Paul silently entered.

“Well,” she demanded.

“She should do nicely,” he replied, his voice no longer carried a French accent, but was instead pure Brooklyn.

“There’s a lot riding on this, I want more than should do,” the French woman snapped.

“Relax, she’s a virtual unknown. She isn’t too heavily wired up, but has enough to appear legit,” he said. Dominique nodded to herself.

“It’s too bad actually, she’s just my type,”

“There are enough bull dykes back in Paris to keep even you sated, my dear, but Jolly assures me that there isn’t another competent female runner in all of Singapore,”

“Is it possible she will survive?”

“She might, not like the other one,”

“If she does, I want to know about it,”

“As you wish,”

“And the other?”

“Nelson? He comes highly recommended. I’ve employed his services before and even Syntech’s security couldn’t stop him. Transcom will be a cakewalk for him,”

“If he’s that good perhaps we should consider employing him full time,”

“You wouldn’t be the first to offer, or the first he turned down. Nelson is an enigma wrapped in a riddle. He could work for anyone, anytime, no questions asked. Even the corps that have contracts out on him would drop them and hire him in a heartbeat. He’s an outsider and he can afford to stay one, he’s that good,” the man said. His voice held a measure of respect Dominique had never heard before and she nodded without comment.

“Get someone on Margo, I want her followed. Put Pietor on her Friday night,”

“Your libido is going to get you killed one day,” the man said shaking his head.

“Perhaps, but you are here to prevent that, are you not?”

-----

Lana sat alone in her cube, a ten-by-ten concrete cell stacked with thousands of identical rooms in a building that was over one hundred and fifty stories tall. The only light in the small cube came from the blinking LEDs on her deck. She was naked and sat cross-legged on the futon that served as both bed and sofa. A light sheen of sweat covered her body and her face was blank. A thin black DNI cable ran from her deck to the ceramic socket just behind her left ear. The jack was new and the skin around it wasn’t completely healed yet. The DNI or Direct Neural Interface was the badge of rank for a decker. With it you could jack directly into the net, the only thing between you and flying naked was the cyberdeck. Unparalled speed and response time were counterbalanced by the danger of having your brain fried to a crisp if things went bad.

Lana was in a game construct called Alpha 1. Outwardly it was a game for kids, but in reality the deeper levels were tests where a decker could prove themself or learn that they didn’t have what it took. She went under the handle Delusion and had made a name for herself over the last year, reaching the 100th level only two months ago. That was where the real fun began. From there on in you played against other deckers and simulated black ICE. It was all set up to give the feel of a run against a corporation’s data security. Her score in these levels had brought her to the attention of an enigmatic fixer named Rolf. He had arranged for that all-important first paying job. He had also financed her DNI. With the failure in Germany she was now in debt to him and had no way to pay him back. 




The Run



She wasn’t too worried though, the screw up had been with the meats, and her performance had been flawless. She was just entering the 87th level when a red light flashed on her active icons. She thought about ignoring it, Sabathia was in here somewhere and she still hadn’t beaten him yet. Del had fought most of the top 25 on the score board and had beaten a few, but she had never beaten Sabathia. He had a DNI and NAC and she had never been able to compete with her old tiara. The new jack gave her so much more freedom and speed that she felt now was the time to try him. He would be expecting her to still have her tiara and she thought the surprise might make up for his superior programs.  

There were three ways a decker could go. The first was called flying naked and no one, not even the legends tried it. You jacked directly into the net, nothing between your brain and the electrical impulses at all. Next was using a tiara. It was a little crown with neural pads that translated your thoughts to electrical impulses. The transfer time was negligible to most people, but to a decker it was like using a keyboard. The DNI allowed her to act and react with almost the speed of thought, the impulses being directly transferred to the DNI, but screened by her cyber deck. The difference in speed was night and day to a net junkie. She thought she just might beat him now.



Still, the call might be a job, it wasn’t likely but she realized she had better take it. She didn’t have a voice module on her deck yet, that would come later she hoped so she jacked out and grabbed the small cell phone she always had nearby.

“Yes?”

“Lana?”

“Hey Margo! What’s up?” Lana said happily. Margo was one of the very few people who she knew and liked in the meat world. The big woman had saved her life more than once in Germany and she was sexy too. Lana had seen no indication of her orientation, but a girl could hope couldn’t she?

“I got a job kid if you are interested,”

“I’m interested, but I’m not a kid,” she said. 

“You’re a kid to me, but if you don’t like being called one that’s fine too,”

“How much does it pay?”

“Twenty K,”

“I’m in!” Lana said, her excitement getting the better of her. Twenty thousand! That would almost pay for her jack!

“Good, you want to come over to my place tonight and we can go over it?” The big Merc said. Lana was too excited to detect the amusement in Margo’s voice.

“Sure,”

“Great, see you in about an hour?”

“I’ll be there,” Lana said as the line went dead. A moment later her deck showed it was receiving information; Lana wasn’t surprised to find it was Margo’s address.

Lana walked to the mirror and examined her reflection. She was four foot ten and very lithe with small pert breasts and a very shapely ass. Her legs were nice and her waist was trim. Long dark hair framed a beautiful face that was highlighted by intelligent brown eyes. Her pussy was almost hidden by her dark pubic curls, which were trimmed into the shape of a heart this week. She was attractive and knew it, but she hadn’t gotten the slightest bit of interest out of Margo, even on the long stratojet flight back where she had all but thrown herself at the big woman.

She wasn’t quite sure what to do now. Rolf had set up her first job and she had never met any of the hard crew face to face, only via com link. She had been in a hotel room miles from the secure facility when it all went bad. Lana had been pacing and wondering what to do when the Security toughs had burst into her room. They dragged her out to a black van with the windows tinted black and two of them were none to gently forcing her into it when a car had come screeching up. Lana could still see it all, like a slow motion replay.

Margo had erupted from the car with a machine gun chattering in each of her hands. The two men who were holding her between them went down like sacks of wet concrete; their light body armor no match for the whizzing steel “penetrator” rounds Margo used. The others seemed stunned by the big woman’s arrival and she never gave them a chance to get set. She grabbed Lana and bodily tossed the frightened decker over her shoulder before racing back to the car. From there her escape from Germany was a blur. Lana was like most deckers; she was more comfortable in the cyber world than the real world. The real world frightened her; it was full of uncontrollable things. Several times Margo had saved her life, but she had a great deal of difficulty recalling the specifics now. 

Now she was going to meet Margo at her place and Lana was very unsure of what to wear or what to expect. She was far to inexperienced to realize the implications of what she was doing, even with her close call in Germany it was still a game to her. On top of that she had developed quite a crush on the taciturn warrior in their long flight and was excited about seeing her again. Excited wasn’t really the right word she admitted to herself, she was horny. 

She had known from a young age she wasn’t like the other girls around her. She had never developed an interest in boys and had found other girls more to her liking. When puberty hit she had realized she was gay, but it had not been that big a deal. By then she was a net junkie, living the majority of her life online. When she turned 17 and graduated from high school she gave up on parties and her few friends and withdrew. Her parents kicked her out of the house six months later.

She didn’t have a job and made the money she needed to live by breaking into the computers of small businesses or ATM machines and taking a few creds. She was smart about it, never taking enough from any one place to make it worth calling the cops and had never been caught. For the last year she had lived in this small cube, just barely making ends meet. Paying her dues was the way she liked to think of it.

Now she was nineteen and her trip to Germany had shown her there was a lot that the real world had to offer. She wanted to go places, do things and experience all that the things she had been missing. More than anything though she wanted Margo, her dreams were filled with visions of the big woman. Lana found these thoughts invading her waking hours now. That was dangerous for a decker and she was not really ready for the strength of the emotions. Lana had never been in love before.

Love or lust, she knew she was ready. Her trip to Germany had been an eye opener and her time with Margo had actually made the excitement of the net seem tame. She looked at herself critically in the mirror again. Lana cupped her breasts and held them up then sighed and released them. They were so small; she was going to get a boob job just as soon as she made her first paycheck she decided. A little larger would be nice, she thought. Nothing like Margo’s rack of course, she would look ridiculous.

Remembering Margo’s impressive bust put a dreamy smile on the young girl’s face. She remembered pretending to fall asleep on the flight in and letting her head fall on Margo’s shoulder. The big woman had been so tired she barely noticed and made no move to obstruct Lana’s view of her cleavage and plain white bra. Remembering that view sent a little thrill through her. Lana’s hands glided down her sides and over her hips. She wanted to see more, but she had no real idea of how to go about it. 

She smiled at herself in the mirror and turned it so she could watch herself while she sat on the futon. She spread her legs wide and examined her reflection. Her pussy was very trim, the outer lips nearly non-existent and her mound was tight and slim. She looked damned good, she wondered what it would take to pique Margo’s interest. She had no trouble acquiring an army of would-be boyfriends in cyberspace, but in the real world she just had no idea. She didn’t even know how to please another woman. She wondered what it would be like and her mind took off on a flight of fancy. She imagined Margo standing before her naked and kissing her. As her mind wandered so did her hands. Lana extended her middle finger and gently began to massage her pussy. As her fantasy got more intense her finger’s action became more demanding, eventually pushing between her lips and rubbing directly on her clitoral hood. 

Warm, fuzzy shocks of pleasure shot through her body as her mind centered in on Margo’s huge breasts and what it would be like to suck them. Lana pushed her hand downward and sank her finger in her pussy to the knuckle. She moaned softly as she began to plunge the delicate finger in and out. Her free hand moved to her breast and began to roughly squeeze as her finger’s pace quickened. She moaned loudly and began to grind the heel over her hand against her pussy in time to the plunging finger.

Her fingers seized one of her nipples and pinched it, enjoying the slight mingling of pain with the overall feeling of pleasure. As blood engorged her nipple she squeezed again and then lightly circled the sensitive button. Her finger sank deeply into her slick channel now, all the way and she added a second, which stretched the virgin canal to the point of pain. She wished that she could take more, but even the slim vibe she had purchased for herself was too much now. She hoped Margo would be willing to make a woman of her. Thinking about the large woman fucking her was enough to make her moan.   

She was floating away, lost on a sea of warmth and when her orgasm hit her it was beautiful. She saw star rockets of pleasure bursting behind her tightly closed eyes. As her body slowly relaxed her movements became less and less until she simply lay there. She raised her head and looked in the mirror, no doubt about it, she looked good, but she was afraid this was a sight Margo would never see.

-----

Margo went over the data files again and wondered if she was making the right call. Lana was young and this one had to go right, but after Germany she was fresh out of friends. She had seen the girl’s work and knew she had the skills; it was the maturity that worried her. Not that any of the deckers she had ever known were that mature. Nelson’s decker was the exception; no hype, no bravado, cool and methodical, but that fit with Nelson’ MO.

Aside from the girl the whole setup stank. The party stipulated light weapons for the security people. What was Nelson after? Who wanted this woman dead, and what kind of resources did they have? What kind of security did Transcom have on site? Too many questions with no hard answers.

She got up to make another pot of coffee and rubbed her tired eyes. She had spent over six hours just going through the material on the data card and still something wasn’t right. Now she was tired and lonely, not to mention randy, depressed and more than a little confused. 

While striking and physically impressive no one had ever accused Margo of being pretty. Her face was blunt with thin lips and a perpetual scowl. Her profession had made romantic ties a dangerous thing and she had become more and more disgusted with men as time wore on. Women could be jockeys it seemed or deckers, but men seemed to resent a woman fighter. Things had changed a lot in the world but sexism was firmly entrenched among runners. Also among those who hired them, she was good enough to have her own crew but no one in Singapore would hire her. Even Jolly who was known for only being interested in results wouldn’t. She understood him though, it wasn’t her sex, it was her lack of a proven track record. It was the old catch-22, no jobs without experience, but no way to get experience without taking jobs. 

She had become more and more embittered as time went on, working for men like Dutch and the Swede didn’t help. When they weren’t belittling her they were hitting on her. Only Jack had been different, he gave her respect and never tried to force himself on her, but he was the exception. Now she never looked at men as potential partners, when she really needed release she would go to one of the clubs and pick up a pretty boy for a few hours of fun. Even that was quickly loosing its appeal. Sex without some real feelings and commitment seemed pointless and sterile.

Margo wanted someone, something real and lasting. She often dreamed of a home and family, with a regular job and Sunday meals. Margo had never met a man who was remotely interested in that, most wanted cheap sex or at best to be fuck buddies. The more it became apparent such a life was not in her future the more she dreamed of it. Occasionally reality would burst in on her. She had no intention of getting pregnant, in fact she had already had surgery to insure she wouldn’t. She had yet to meet a man who she felt she could spend more than the time needed to do the job with, much less a lifetime. The few she had met who were interested in something serious with her were low level corporate suits and as nice as some had been, they roused no emotion in her beyond pity or contempt. 

Dominique had really thrown her for a loop with that kiss. Margo could still taste the small woman’s mouth and feel her lush body. She wasn’t really that interested in the woman, she was too in your face about it for Margo’s taste. What really bothered her now were the questions that kiss raised in her mind about her own sexuality. Her elusive, but omnipresent dream took on a new flavor. She still saw a home, still saw kids, but a wife rather than a husband with her. A pretty little girl who could get pregnant and wanted to be a mother replaced the nebulous idea of a husband. She now saw someone to come home to each evening and eat dinner with, to spend time with relaxing and to lavish love and attention on. She hadn’t really ever considered her dream from that particular perspective, but the idea of it was compelling to her. Still just a dream, she didn’t even have a clue where the creds to finance such a life would come from, but at least it seemed more attainable with a wife in the picture and men out all together. These thoughts were intruding on her planning session when the doorbell rang.

---



The plain door swung open and Lana took in a sharp breath. Margo stood before her in just her black combat pants, boots and a white tee. Her enormous aureoles were plainly visible behind the thin material and Lana felt her knees get weak. She felt way over dressed in her stylish black dress and heels. Margo looked at her quizzically and then holstered her pistol. Lana was dumbfounded when she realized she had been so caught up in ogling Margo’s tits that she hadn’t even noticed the weapon.

“Come on in, kiddo”

Margo turned her back and walked into the small kitchenette. The room was about three times the size of Lana’s cube, but it was still small. Just one open room with the kitchenette and a bathroom offering the only thing that resembled privacy. Margo’s bed consisted of a mattress and box that sat on the floor, no bedstead of any type. A very dilapidated sofa and scarred coffee table with an inexpensive tri-d entertainment unit made up the “living room”.

“Beer?” the tall woman called out.

“Sure!” Lana replied. Lana had never had anything alcoholic in her life, but she had not missed the kiddo line and she desperately wanted this woman to see her as a woman and not a child. She had never met anyone as elementally powerful as Margo, or anyone whose mere presence was so intoxicating. 

Margo returned from the kitchen and handed her a beer before sitting down on the floor with her back to the sofa and stretching out her long legs under the table. She reminded Lana of a great cat, her movements we so languid and fluid. Lana took a sip of her beer and nearly spit it out. It tasted awful and bitter.

Lana looked at Margo and saw the big woman smiling. Her grin was lopsided, but very nice and it took a lot of the severity out of her features. When she’s smiling she’s almost pretty, Lana thought. Margo rose, went to the kitchen and returned with a wine cooler. Lana was embarrassed, but was also happy that the big woman hadn’t said anything or made fun of her. The wine cooler tasted light and fruity and was much more agreeable to her palate. She drank most of it quickly.

Margo killed her beer in a single motion and took up Lana’s almost untouched can.

“Here’s the set kiddo,” she began.

“Please don’t call me that,” Lana interjected. Margo smiled again.

“All right, what should I call you?” she asked. Lana fought down the impulse to say “available”. The cooler was already going to her head.

“Just call me Del, everyone else does”

“All right Del, here’s the set,” Margo said as she pulled out a set of plans.

“Big party at Transcom’s downtown headquarters. I am going to be babysitting one of the guests. I need you to get in and get control of one of the security cameras and keep it on her. You can feed me the video so I can watch her without being all over her,”

Lana was silent for a while. Breaking into the security grid of a major corp was not so easy, even in an unsecured building like the headquarters it was dangerous. She didn’t have the kind of programs it took to do that. In Germany it had been easy, Rolf had supplied her with site-specific infiltration programs, but she had lost those when the security people seized her deck. She really wanted to tell Margo that it was out of her league, but she knew if she did the big woman would probably not have any need for her and she was not going to leave this place still a virgin if she could help it.

“Problem?”

“How will you get the feed?” Del asked quickly to hide her doubt.

“You can send it secure, I have a nanoprocessor and microwave receiver, internal,”



“But how will you see it?”

“On the HUD,”

“HUD?”

“You are green aren’t you? My eyes are high-tech, and carry a heads up display among other features, but you let me worry about that, can you get in?”

“Sure, no problem,” she said with a surety she didn’t feel.

“From there is should be a milk run, just keep me updated on her and I will do the rest,”

“No problem,” Lana said and grinned.

For the next hour they discussed the job in detail. Lana found herself getting giggly and giddy. It was partly the drinks, but partly being close to Margo when their lives were not in eminent danger. Lana was pleasantly surprised to find that behind her tough exterior the large woman was funny and easy going. She had never seen her in other than her combat mode and the glimpses of the person behind the mask only made her want Margo more.

“Now I just have to figure out how I am going to get in,” Margo said after killing her tenth beer.

“I thought that was set up? You will have security clearance won’t you?”

“Sure kid…Del, but I still have to get inside and I doubt they are going to let me in like this. Maybe I can rent a tux or something,”

The thought of Margo in a tux sent a shiver of excitement down Lana’s spine. Despite the alcohol and her raging hormones she realized something the big warrior hadn’t yet.

“Margo, you’ll stand out more in a tux than you would dressed as you are now. You can’t hide that chest behind ruffles and a cummerbund and I doubt you can even get a holo projection outfit that could do it,”

“Fuck,” 

“Its no big deal, I am sure you can find a nice dress and you will only stand out because you’re so attractive,” Lana said. She blushed slightly when she realized what she had said, but Margo seemed not to notice.

“I haven’t worn a dress since I was six,” the big woman muttered.

“Well, we are going to have to get you one, and the accessories to go with it,” Lana said smiling. Margo snorted in disgust.

“There has got to be another way,”

“No. Only way,” Lana said as she slipped her deck out of the bag she always carried.

“Let me jack in and see what I can find,”

Margo nodded sourly and went off to the bathroom while Lana checked the batteries and then attached the DNI cable. She shot off to the satellite’s node and then down the data stream and into the grid. She wasn’t worried about the dress really, she already knew where she was taking Margo for all of that, she stopped in at David’s and made them reservations for a sitting at 10:30 the next morning. From there she shot off towards Alpha 1. She had bitten off a lot more than she could chew and her only real hope now was a long shot. She was going to see the Blakkatt.




The Run



----

Margo stood in the almost laughably small bathroom and wiped her face with a damp washcloth. She was getting her drunk at least, but an idea had been slowly taking shape in her head since Del arrived. 

I swear that girl is hitting on me, she thought. That can’t be right can it? I mean she’s only a kid. What could she see in me? I’m going nuts, she thought.

“Pipe dreams Margo old girl, nothing but pipe dreams and fantasy. You are what you are and nothing you can do will change that. What you are is homely and destined to live your life alone,” she said out loud to herself.

“Bullshit,” she said vehemently, “I really think she is interested,”

Margo tried to shake the idea, but once she voiced it, the idea took root in her slightly buzzed mind and wouldn’t go away. She remembered how Lana had sat so close to her on the stratojet flight, the looks from under veiled eyelids she had given when they parted and the maybe not so innocent comments. 

Margo looked at herself critically in the mirror. Her face was blunt, her lips thin, her nose was not quite right, she had had it broken a few to many times. Her eyes were a beautiful azure blue, but they didn’t count, they were made to be pretty.

“A face only a mother could love,” she snorted in disgust. I really should have gone ahead and got laid. You know you have been too long without when you start entertaining ideas someone could really love you, she thought bitterly. And another woman no less, since when have you been thinking of walking on the wild side? Maybe for a while, she admitted to herself. There had been someone in Germany with them, that lithe soldier with the dancer’s body, but she had taken a 10mm slug in the head and Margo had left her where she lay.

She stalked out of the bathroom and got another beer. Once she was settled she looked up at the dark headed decker. Her face was blank; it was eerie, almost like looking at a house where you knew there was no one home. The net scared the hell out of Margo. She didn’t understand it at all, but the idea of having her brain wired up like these deckers did was almost nightmarish. She would rather take her chances with a Syntech hunter-killer team, at least she would die quick. 

Still, there was a certain serenity that was becoming to Lana when she was in the grid. Margo waved her hand experimentally in front of the girl’s face, but there was an absolute lack of response. Feeling very much like a schoolgirl again Margo gently traced her finger along one of the decker’s stocking clad legs. The feel of the synthsilk and the skin beneath sent a thrill through the big warrior that was as disturbing as it was intense. Lana’s legs gently parted and Margo let her hand travel further up the inside of one creamy thigh. When her hand crossed the top of Lana’s stocking and met with bare flesh she pulled her hand back like she had been burned. 

When Lana didn’t react Margo smiled. She wondered how far she could go before it would bring Lana back to the real world. She pushed her hand back under Lana’s skirts and began to gently stroke the girl through her satin panties. It felt really good to Margo and there was absolutely no reaction from Lana. She continued to gently rub until she realized her fingers were moist. Margo withdrew her hand and looked at her damp fingers. She held her fingers to her nose and inhaled, the aroma was delicate and musky, but she had to admit it was an aroma she liked. Margo stood and went to get another beer. 

--- 

Alpha 1 was kicking when Del arrived. She ignored the entrance to the opening levels; Katt no longer played the game so she wouldn’t be found there. The Blakkatt was something of local mystery. She was older than most of the deckers and had enjoyed a successful career on the outside, but in some legit field. She had more connections than anyone Del knew, but she never got involved as a fixer. She did however, have a soft spot for the kids of Alpha 1 and stories abounded of her using her connections or advice to get someone out of a jam. 

She was considered Elite even though she had never been very good at the game. Del had just earned her elite status and so she went to the elite lounge hoping to find the older decker. The Elite lounge was set up like a Wild West saloon. It was nearly empty, but that was usually the case. The elites were mostly working deckers now and only dropped by between jobs. When Del arrived the only ones there were the new crop of elites, those who had just made it like herself and a very few of the regulars. 

At a corner table she spotted Katt and her circle of friends. Her avatar was a sleek black cat with glittering green eyes. She was currently curled up in the lap of a slim redheaded avatar. The others she knew by reputation only. The small, plain redhead was Misscolly, she had not been elite for a lot longer than Del, but she had made a rep for herself in a very short period. Rumor had it Benny was her patron and that said a lot. The dashing swordsman in the black cape was called Porkstar. He was elite as well and like Del he was just now starting to make his way outside the construct.

“Well, if it isn’t Miss Delusion,” the Katt said in an accent that seemed to combine elements from the American west and British high society.

“Hey, Del,” Porky called out.

“Del,” Misscolly said quietly. Rumor had it she had a bad experience on a run and since then she hadn’t been the same. She was far quieter now, far more reserved than she had been when they fought each other on a regular basis to hone their skills.

“Katt, I’m in a bind, can we talk?” 

“Uh oh,” the feline avatar said as it climbed off the girl’s lap and hoped onto the table. The others seemed to realize it was supposed to be a private conversation. 

“I was just heading to the maze, wanna come Colly?” Porkstar said as he rose.

“No, I have some Biz to take care of, I’ll catch you later,” she said and in an instant she was gone. She had always been incredibly fast, even before the jack, but now she moved so swiftly it was almost impossible to believe.

“Peace,” Porky said and slipped out of the lounge.

“Now what’s the problem?” the Katt said. 

“I took a job, but I don’t think I can do it. Now I am stuck and I don’t know what to do,” Del confessed. She told Katt the whole story, even admitting her attraction to the Merc and her reasons. When she had finished the Katt looked at her long and hard.


“Del, you should know better than to mix personal feelings and Biz. That will get you killed. Unless you have done some serious upgrading you can’t even get up to the Transcom node, much less inside,”

“I know,” Del said miserably.

“Well, it can’t be helped now, you can’t back out, you’ll need a Data hammer and a hex decrypter at the least. Probably a decent invisibility or mimic too. Do you have any attack programs at all?”

“No,” she admitted.

“I’ll see what I can come up with, you just hang here a bit. What kind of deck are you using?”

“A Sony 2500-k”

“Damn, that’s weak girl,” 

“I lost my good deck in Germany,” 

“All right, forget hanging here, you would take forever to Dl a decent prog on that piece of shit. Gimme a meat address,”

After a moments hesitation she gave Margo’s address. She felt self-conscious and realized just how big a mistake she had made by saying she could do this.

“Let me see if I can find Shotgun. He just upgraded and may still have his old deck, but it will probably cost you. How are you fixed for creds?”

“I am flat broke,” she admitted. The Katt sighed, but then smiled.

“Maybe he will part with it for nothing, lucky for you everyone thinks you have a cute ass, I’ll be in touch,” she said and was gone in a flash.

Del sighed heavily and jacked out.

The real world imposed itself on her with a slightly sickening sensation she likened to vertigo. She still wasn’t used to the DNI. Margo was sitting at the table again with another beer and Lana noticed a fresh cooler in front of her. She noticed her legs were spread apart and felt a dampness in her panties. She took a deep drink to cover her embarrassment and then smiled.

“Done, we have a sitting at 10:30 tomorrow. Just promise to behave and I will take care of everything,”

“Whatever you say,” Margo said easily. It seemed to Lana that she was really beginning to relax. For the next half hour they talked about the job and what they might encounter. A knock at the door sent Margo to her feet with her pistol out so quickly that it stunned Lana. The big woman moved so fast it hurt the eye to try and follow her.

“No, wait! I am expecting someone,” Lana blurted out.

“You gave out my address?” Margo nearly snarled.

Lana wanted to cry when she realized how stupidly unprofessional that had been, but she felt that she would really loose any chance she had with the big woman if she admitted her mistake. She put on her best face and tried to bluff her way through the lapse in judgment.

“You’re asking me to break into a top corp’s security net, and that means putting my life on the line. I need some better fucking electronics to pull it off. The person I told can be trusted, if you don’t have faith in my judgment just say so now and I’ll walk,” she said. Lana hoped she wasn’t transparent to the big woman. All she really wanted to do was cry and apologize.

Margo sighed heavily and the tenseness in her body dissipated. She holstered the pistol and sat back down. Lana rose and went to the door, there was a courier from Olympus. Lana breathed a sigh of relief. Olympus was the most trusted courier service in the world, so secure that even diplomats trusted packages with them. Just seeing the gray uniform of the delivery guy seemed to set Margo’s mind at ease. Lana signed for the package and opened it.

She actually gasped in delight when she tore the plain box open. Inside was a Holistics 3-D 9600-x cyber deck. It had a built in voice module and all the bells and whistles. Lana couldn’t have afforded one of these in her wildest dreams. A note was taped to it and she opened the folded piece of paper.

You owe me one pic of that ass

-Shotty 

p.s. once you get this meet Katt, you know where.

Ignoring Margo’s stare she immediately jacked in. The deck was amazing, it had more active slots than her old one and she almost felt like she was surfing naked the responses were so crisp. She made her way to the elite lounge in almost no time. Katt sat on the table.

“I see Shotty was as good as his word,” Katt observed. Del could only nod.

“Have a seat, some friends will be dropping by with a few more gifts. Make note of them Del, you are going to owe them and I expect you will repay them when the time comes, assuming you survive,” Katt said. Before she was even seated Porkstar walked in.

“Hey Katt, I got your message, what’s up?”

“Delusion here is in a bind and she needs some progs, do you still have that Data Hammer I got you?”

“Sure,” he said and almost instantly an insanely huge war hammer appeared in his hands. He passed it to Del and as she held it the hammer pulsed blue then disappeared. On her active Icons a hammer appeared in slot 1. 

“You realize that this isn’t the recommended way to pick up progies. You can call that hammer back just once and then it’s gone. You have to have the chips to reuse them,”

“I know,” Del said, still marveling at her new deck. Before more could be said another of the old timers showed up. His name was Sullustan Dream and he was an expert at being unobtrusive. From him Del got two invisibility progs and one disguise. All of them were Mk 35, which was about 15 grades better than anything she had ever previously been able to use. Programs all carried a mark number, indicating what generation they were. The higher the mark, the stronger and more recent the program was and the better the deck required to use them. 

From a shadowy man called the Fantom she picked up two screening progs. These would help hide her back trail incase she missed a watchdog program. From a decker known as the Weasle she got a pair of Mk 50 infiltration programs. The Weasle was one of the legends in this part of the net and Del was terribly impressed that he would show up and help. She really began to wonder about Blakkatt and just how much influence she had.

That left her with everything but attack programs. She wondered who would show up with those; it didn’t occur to her that the Katt wouldn’t arrange for her to have a couple. She was mildly surprised when Colly returned to the room. With the new deck she didn’t seem to be moving quite as fast, or maybe she was tired, it was strange but sometimes a person’s avatar reflected how they were feeling and Colly looked spent.

“Are you all right woman?” Katt asked, apparently it wasn’t Del’s imagination.

“Ran into some black ICE at the research station,” she replied in a very tired voice. ICE stood for Intrusion Countermeasures Electronic. These programs had developed from the anti-virus and anti-hacker programs of the late 20th century. It came in three flavors. White ICE was the weakest, it was usually just there to trace you or block access and was pretty easily defeated, even her old deck and progs could deal with white ICE. Grey ICE was tougher, it sent signals back down your electronic path that would try to cause an overload in your deck, scramble your program chips or dump you from the grid. Grey ICE was tougher to defeat and she had only encountered it once, in Germany. Black ICE was different, it was meant to kill or maim you. The programs sent signals back down your path as well. If they reached your deck they didn’t try to damage it, but instead tried to destroy the decker’s brain with massive amounts of Biofeedback. It disrupted neural pathways and in some cases planted subliminal triggers that caused deckers to kill themselves. She had never seen black ICE and the horror stories she had heard made her sure she never wanted to. That Colly could talk about it so matter-of-factly raised her respect for the young woman.

“Bad?”

“Yeah,”

“I won’t keep you then, Delusion here is in a bind and needs some attack progies. I don’t go in for that sort of stuff and don’t know of anyone who has anything useful, besides you,”

Del was a little shocked. Colly was such a nice person; it really seemed hard to believe that of all Katt’s contacts she would be the one with the attack progs. 

“What does she need?”

“She is breaking Transcom’s outer security grid, I’ll leave it up to you, you know more than I do about them and about what she might need”

“Have you ever used an attack prog?” the slender avatar asked.

“No,” Del admitted. 

Misscolly looked around to make sure the lounge was empty. In an instant a Lion with batlike wings appeared next to the slim avatar. It was so lifelike Del gasped. 

“This is a Gryphon. It’s good against other progs but not against another decker. It’s a one shot deal usually, they tend to get aced by the protection routines of most of the stuff you will want to throw them at so be sure it needs killing before you waste one. Del nodded as her machine pulled down the Gryphon and two more like it.

A huge club then appeared in Colly’s hands. She handed it to Del and it shimmered as her processor downloaded it. Like the Gryphons there was no mark number. That meant custom programs, the most expensive and in general the best. Del had never dreamed of owning a custom program, they usually ran in the tens of thousands of cred. It was kind of awe inspiring that someone would let her use some of theirs.

“That’s a bludgeon. It’s useless against other progs but very effective against other deckers. It’s designed to kill. Use it only if you have to,”

Colly also gave her a program that appeared as a suit of armor. After it downloaded the young woman smiled wanly, scratched the Katt behind the ears and was gone, not leaving, but a dump. Del realized she must have been really tired to exit that way.

“I worry about her sometimes,” Katt said.

“I didn’t know she was into attack progs, custom stuff too. That’s heavy.”

“Her first run on the outside she ran into something that hurt her, hurt her bad. Now she is probably one of the best out there, maybe even on par with Weasel and Colorado. She grew up hard and fast and I think part of her is dead, or buried very deep. Take it to heart Del, you aren’t playing games any more,”

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When the world faded back in Margo was staring at her with a funny expression. Maybe it was the drinks or something else, but her expression had softened perceptibly. Lana felt suddenly that there was some hope after all that the big woman was interested. Where to go from here was a complete mystery however. Margo sipped her beer and then reached for the remote to the vid unit.

“Feel like a movie?’ she asked in a very subdued voice.

“Sure,” Lana said.

“It’s chipped, descrambler gets all the channels,” Margo said as she handed Lana the remote. The decker held the remote and considered her options. There were a few channels she could flip to that might help her move things along the way she wanted them to go. There were a couple of channels that ran soft-core girl-girl flicks. She checked the schedule and found one that was running one of her favorites. It was full of romance and adventure and she felt like it might be just the ticket.

Once she had selected it she slid down onto the floor next to Margo. The big woman looked at her strangely, but made no comment. Lana was so caught up in being close to Margo that she barely noticed the movie. She was, however watching Margo carefully when the first sex scene started. The big woman wrinkled her nose, but otherwise seemed unphazed by the action. Lana kept her eyes on Margo throughout and felt a thrill when she noticed the big woman’s nipples poking out and making tents in the thin shirt.

A few minutes later during one of the more tender scenes Lana allowed her head to fall on Margo’s shoulder. The taller woman shifted slightly and draped her arm across the seat of the sofa, almost, but not quite placing it on Lana’s shoulders. Lana could feel the softness of Margo’s breast against her arm and was thrilled, but at the same time quietly frustrated. Margo was sending all the right signals, but they could signal just friendship. The little decker had been doing nothing but dreaming of this woman taking her to bed since Germany and the anticipation was about to kill her.

Giving up on subtly and on the big woman making the first move Lana impulsively took Margo’s hand in her own. When the big woman turned and looked at her Lana stared directly into the warrior’s eyes. Screwing up all of her courage she leaned forward and pressed her lips to Margo’s.

Del couldn’t have thrown Margo for a bigger loop if she had produced a gun and pointed it at her. What are you supposed to do when a beautiful young woman kisses you? she asked herself. The answer was ludicrously self evident, kiss her back dummy, and so she did.

The girl’s lips were soft and parted when Margo thrust her tongue against them. Margo hadn’t realized how pent up she had been until she wrapped the girl up in her arms and hugged her fiercely to her breast while deeply kissing her. Margo had always been a bit of a tiger in bed, yet another reason that seemed to make men afraid of her. This was totally new to her though, she realized instinctively that she would dictate the terms. The way Lana melted into her embrace left no doubt about what the girl wanted.

The kiss was so passionate it took Margo’s breath away. Lana’s mouth was sweet and warm and the way she sucked on Margo’s tongue nearly drove the big woman insane. Her fingers found the zipper on Lana’s dress and eased it down. She placed a finger at the small of the decker’s back and gently ran it up her spine. Her skin was warm and silky to the touch. Lana moaned into her mouth and broke the kiss to move her mouth to Margo’s neck.




The Run



She kissed, licked and sucked on the sensitive skin while Margo’s hands were busy tugging the dress down off her shoulders. As she was doing so she felt Lana’s small hands tugging her t-shirt out of her pants. It was all happening so fast, but it felt so right. Margo didn’t really have time to wonder about the wisdom of this or worry about the ramifications. Her body was on fire and her mind clouded by booze and lust. She could feel her pussy lubricating and her nipples were so hard they ached.

Lana impatiently tried to pull the tee over Margo’s head, but she was too short. When she raised herself up on her knees to get it over the big runner’s outstretched arms Margo got her first look at Lana’s tits. They were small, but beautifully formed, with quarter sized pink aureoles and tiny nipples. These were now stiff and the aureoles were drawn in around them. As Lana sank back to her knees Margo pulled her into an embrace and they kissed again. Even as their tongues twined Margo was aware of the small decker’s hands tentatively squeezing her breasts.

It felt really nice, not the mauling she was used to from guys, but an infinitely softer and more exciting caress. Lana seemed enthralled with her tits and Margo was used to that. What she wasn’t used to was the care with which Lana was treating them. Margo moaned softly into the girl’s mouth.

Lana was dying to break the kiss and get her mouth on Margo’s breasts. In all her fantasies nothing could have prepared her for the silky feel of Margo’s tits in her hands. They were so heavy, so firm and resilient to her touch, but warm and silky. She could feel the hardened nipples, the puckered aureoles and gentle swaying as Margo jerked occasionally under her touch. 

Lana broke free of the kiss and moved her lips to the soft slope of Margo’s left breast. She kissed down, reveling in the feel of the warrior’s skin. When her tongue encountered the puckered aureole she sucked most of Margo’s nipple into her mouth. For a brief moment in time she just held the stiff flesh in her mouth, then nature took over and she sucked. It was wildly thrilling to feel the nipple pulled away from the surrounding skin and she rolled her tongue over it. Her hands gently kneaded the huge tits as she suckled contentedly. A long drawn out sigh from Margo let her know the big woman was enjoying it as much as she was and her hands slid down Margo’s six pack tummy and began to work on the complicated belt and fly.

The girl’s mouth felt incredible on her nipple and Margo was biting back moans. She was only vaguely conscious of the girl’s hands at her belt. Margo felt it give way and soon felt the loosening of the material on her hips and ass as the young woman undid the four buttons that held her fly closed.

This is going too fast, a small voice in Margo’s head called out. It was drowned in a wave of sensation when Lana’s hand found its way into Margo’s boxers and cupped her pussy. Her own hands moved to Lana’s chest and closed over her small breasts. Margo’s hands covered them completely and she was surprised at how they felt. Warm, firm and resilient, but still soft and silky. The only other breasts Margo had ever touched were her own, and she knew they were softer and less firm than the ones in her hands now. She had very little time to enjoy them because the little decker pushed her down onto her back and began untying one of her boots.

“Damn girl, what’s the rush?” Margo asked. In her mind sex with another woman had always been something softer and included more cuddling and kissing. Lana looked sharply up and for the first time Margo saw the fear that mingled with her hunger. 

“This is your first time too isn’t it?” Margo asked. When the girl nodded Margo spoke again, but consciously softened her voice.

“You’ve never had sex with anyone?”

“No, I’ve never met anyone I trusted,” Lana said quietly.

“And you’re how old?”

“Nineteen,” she said defiantly. Margo had to control the laughter that was rising in her. Lana looked precious with her chin stuck out defiantly and eyes flashing. Margo knew she had to say something, but she was very careful. She had been young not so very long ago and remembered how hard she had fought to be recognized as an adult.

“No wonder. I remember my first time, I practically raped the guy. I guess it’s my turn now,” she said smiling and hoping the words brought a smile. Lana did indeed smile and returned to untying Margo’s boot.

This complicated matters and at the same time simplified them. Despite her rough exterior Margo was still a bit of a romantic. She really believed a girl’s first time should be special, but she also remembered how she was at that age. She couldn’t wait to loose her virginity and while the boy was as inexperienced as she was, she remembered fondly how youthful exuberance had overcome a lack of technical knowledge. From a technical standpoint it was like her first time all over again, but from an exuberance point of view it would be easier. She felt her boot come off and smiled, she only hoped she could match the girl’s enthusiasm.

When her second boot was off she raised her hips while Lana pulled her pants down. Now Margo was wearing just her boxers and socks. Lana’s eyes were as large as saucers as she reached for them, but Margo caught up her hands.

“I think you are a little overdressed, don’t you?”

Lana nodded and stood up. She quickly wiggled out of the dress and kicked off her heels. She wore only thigh high stockings and the briefest pair of panties Margo had ever seen. Without even slowing down she hooked her fingers into the waist and pulled them down her legs. Once she had them off she knelt and Margo felt her hands slide into the elastic waist of her boxers. They slid down her legs and off, leaving her naked before another woman for the first time since she was a child.

Lana was staring at her rapturously and Margo was enjoying the sight of the young woman. The girl’s obvious approval made her feel good about her looks for the first time in her life. After her eyes had feasted enough Lana crawled onto Margo and rested her head between the big woman’s breasts. There was a moment of hesitation and then Margo received a jolt when she felt Lana’s warm mouth envelope her left nipple again. 

The girl was tentative at first, just holding Margo’s nipple in her mouth. Margo had to fight with all her willpower not to do anything. Her nipples were extremely sensitive and she was so horny, but she didn’t want to push Lana. The girl became more daring and soon she was sucking hungrily at Margo’s nipple while her tongue lashed the sensitive bud. Her hands were busy too, one squeezing and kneading Margo’s right breast while the other toyed with her quickly dampening pussy.

For a while Margo just floated along on the waves of pure pleasure that Lana’s fingers and mouth were producing. The girl alternated between her breasts and Margo soon felt a burning need overtake her. She had not really thought this out and she really didn’t know what to do, but she knew she needed release. Margo rolled over suddenly, carrying the smaller woman with her. Lana spread her legs and once she was on her back wrapped them around Margo’s hips. Margo’s pussy was pressed tightly against Lana’s and the smaller woman immediately returned her mouth to Margo’s nipples.

Margo was beside herself with need and began to jog her hips. It felt incredible but the angle was wrong and the contact was too brief. Margo adjusted her position and tired again. After about the third minor adjustment she burst out laughing. Her mind was drawn back in time to her first time and the trouble her boyfriend had found in gaining entry. At least he knew when he was in, she thought. Margo spread her knees slightly and this time when she jogged her hips Lana let out a shuddering moan around her nipple.

Got ya, she thought happily. The angle wasn’t the best for her because her clit was not in solid contact with Lana’s body, but the weight of her body was arranged so that the contact point was almost right on Lana’s. Remembering that this was the girl’s first time Margo decided to forego her own pleasure and made no more adjustments. She began to hump against Lana, rapidly gaining speed and power as she became used to the position and motion. Soon her mound was slick with both of their juices and both of their pubic triangles were matted. She could feel the sweat that covered her body and see the glint of perspiration on Lana’s forehead.

After a minute or two she felt Lana’s lacquered nails dig into her arms. A few more strokes and Lana wailed as her body began to convulse. Recognizing the signs of an impending orgasm Margo bore down on the little decker, her hips flying in a frenzied motion that quickly brought Lana over the edge. The beautiful little decker screamed out in ecstasy, her head tossing from side to side as her fingers dug into Margo’s skin. Margo didn’t stop, she didn’t even slow down. Lana shuddered and panted, tossing her head from side to side and babbling incoherently.

“Ohmigod, Ohmigod, Ohmigod,” she wailed. Margo watched as her features contorted in bliss and another orgasm wracked her petite frame. The sensation was beginning to get to her, but Margo found she was no didn’t want this to end. She slid her knees up, which had the effect of pushing the contact point away from her clitoral area. In no time Lana was shuddering through her third orgasm. Margo realized she could keep this up all night or until her muscles gave out and found the power thrilling. Being able to make Lana orgasm, to be able to repay in some small measure the feelings Lana’s adoring stares had brought her was intoxicating. She wished suddenly that she was really fucking Lana, not just rubbing against her. 

How great would that be? she thought. I bet I could drive her nuts. Maybe even make her feel so good she would never want to leave me. Margo was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t notice Lana’s pleading at first.

“No more.. please.. noooo,” she gasped. Her eyes were tightly shut and Margo could see she was fast approaching another orgasm. Margo found herself torn between wanting to make her cum again and wanting to do as she asked. Hearing her moan decided it for Margo, rather than stop she increased her efforts.

“Oh god, Oh god...Fuck me!!!!!!!!” the little decker cried before a high pitched screech announced the arrival of yet another orgasm. As this one subsided Margo slowed her gyrations until she was lying still. Lana’s eyes were tightly shut and perspiration was evident on her brow and in her damp hair. Margo got up and picked the small decker up. Lana snuggled up close to her and murmured softly. Once they were in bed the girl was asleep almost instantly. 

Margo couldn’t remember feeling so good before. Sex had never made her feel like this, so close to someone, so connected. She had a huge grin on her face and was lovingly stroking Lana’s hair when it dawned on her that she hadn’t cum! Somehow, it didn’t matter.    

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Friday 0500 hours

Margo awoke with a headache that she knew was going to last all day. She was only vaguely conscious of someone in the bed next to her. Lana sighed and snuggled up closer to her causing the big woman to temporarily forget her aching head. She had spent so much of her life alone that waking up with a bedmate was novel.

Lana looked so content and serene that it almost made the Merc forget that she had to get up. Margo eased herself out of bed and managed not to wake the sleeping decker. As she got cleaned up and dressed she found herself in a buoyant mood. While part of her mind was still firmly on the run, she had to admit that her mood had a lot more to do with the girl sleeping in her bed than with the possibility of corporate creds. Last night had been awesome and for the first time in ages she felt complete. 

There were still a lot of issues; Lana was too unprofessional and immature for the big runner who knew life and death were often separated by the thinnest of margins. She wasn’t ready to deal with questions of her orientation and the many problems living with the girl could create. Even their future together was totally up in the air, for all Margo knew she was just a passing interest for Lana, she didn’t even know what, if anything the decker wanted from it.

Time would tell she supposed. She made breakfast before waking Lana. The girl was breathing deeply, totally out of it. She had rolled over and her ass was an inviting target.

“Wake up sleepyhead,” Margo roared and smacked that delectable ass. 

“Hey!” Lana cried out as she rolled over quickly to find Margo grinning at her.

“Time to get up and greet the morning,” Margo said.

“I’ve got a better Idea, why don’t you come back to bed?” Lana said sleepily and curled back up. Margo smacked her ass again and beat a hasty retreat as the little woman cussed her.

They ate breakfast quickly and then took a cab to David’s. Lana was in high spirits, but Margo was sullen. She didn’t like dresses or heels or any of that other girly stuff. In the boutique surrounded by gowns and intimates she felt as uncomfortable as a whore in church.

Lana had a ball and by the time they left Margo’s feet hurt and she had a new dress, heels, a corset, stockings and all the accessories. They decided to walk home and Lana surprised her by grabbing her free hand. It was strange, holding hands with another girl in public. Margo was slightly embarrassed at first, but after a few blocks she began to enjoy it. The public affirmation that Lana cared was another boost to her ego and made her more determined to find out if this was a passing thing or if the girl’s feelings were as deep as her own.

They had barely gotten into the door of Margo’s apartment and shut the door when Lana turned and pushed Margo back against the door. Margo dropped the bags and her arms slipped around the smaller woman, whose hands were already fumbling with Margo’s belt.


As much as her body was crying out for it Margo seized the small woman’s hands. Lana looked up and Margo stared deeply into her eyes.

“Lana, last night was wonderful and today has been nice, but I have to know some things before we go any further,” Margo began.

“All right Margo, what do you want?”

“What do you want Lana? Am I just a passing interest or do you have deeper feelings for me? I don’t know where you’re coming from, do you want to be my girlfriend or is this just something to keep you occupied while we are working together? I don’t mean to sound indifferent, but I am developing feelings for you that are dangerous to me,”

“Dangerous? I’ll tell you about dangerous. Dangerous is jacking in and finding my thoughts all on you. If your mind is off for a split second you can still compensate with your speed and skill. If my mind is off for a nanosecond I’m dead, or a vegetable or worse. Those are the breaks, that’s Biz or a thousand other clichés don’t make it any different. What do I want? God, if you had asked me that a month ago I would have said a new deck, three weeks ago it would have been to get out of Germany alive, two weeks ago it would have been to take you to bed and now…” she blurted out. The words had been a rush, leading up to the final now where her voice trailed off.

“And now?” Margo prompted. Tears had formed in Lana’s eyes, but Margo tired not to let that change her mind. She had to know, right now, before she left for Ma’Cherie.

“Now I want to be your wife,” the words were so soft that they were barely audible.

“I want to wake up with you next to me, I want to share everything with you and I don’t ever want to leave your side. I didn’t know that when I came here, I just wanted to be with you, but now I know what I want,”

“I don’t think I have ever heard anyone say anything that sounded so sincere, thank you,” Margo said.

“What are you thanking me for?”

“For the feelings you have given me and for helping to make my dreams come true,”

“What dreams?”

“Dreams of having someone I could call my own,” Margo said and tenderly kissed Lana before she could respond.

“Does that mean you want me?” Lana asked when the kiss broke. Her face was radiant, but her voice held doubt, the same doubt Margo knew she had been feeling since Lana walked in the door.   

“I’ll show you how much I want you,” Margo said as she scooped the little decker up in her arms and carried her to the bed. Lana giggled and kicked her legs, but didn’t make any serious attempt to escape and the way she was holding onto Margo’s neck made the big woman feel wonderful.

Margo playfully tossed the girl on the bed and started unbuttoning her uniform blouse. Lana rose to her knees, smiled and then caught the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. Margo’s breath caught in her throat. Lana was braless and wore that thong that fit so snugly over her pussy that Margo could see the girl’s lips outlined. She was so beautiful, not the mind blowing beauty of Dominique La’joure, but the simply beauty of a woman in love. 

Margo moved onto the bed and they kissed deeply. While their tongues twined in each other’s mouth, she felt Lana’s small hands helping her get undressed. Once she was naked she wrapped the small girl up in her arms and pushed her back until her body was lying on Lana’s. 

The girl’s legs wrapped around her hips and Margo felt the girl’s damp pubes meshed into her own. It was pretty obvious that Lana wanted more of what they had done last night, but Margo wanted to take her time today. Last night had been awesome in its intensity, but lacking in the tenderness and exploration she had expected of her first lesbian experience. 

Margo didn’t move her hips, but let her hands trail down the girl’s sides. Her fingers glided over the silky skin, feeling her ribs and hipbones beneath it. When her fingers encountered the thin straps of the thong she hooked her fingers underneath and raised her body slightly. Lana unlocked her ankles and Margo rose to her knees as she peeled the delicate garment up her lover’s sexy legs. 

When it was off the big runner tossed it aside and stared long and hard at Lana. She was petite and simply gorgeous. Her breasts, which had seemed so small, last night were fuller than Margo remembered and perfectly shaped. Margo was surprised to notice that her pubic hair was carefully trimmed into the shape of a heart. The big woman found it cute, but wondered why she hadn’t noticed before. Or had she? She vaguely remembered it…or maybe she was just imagining it. The uncertainty made her laugh; she would have remembered if a guy had his trimmed like a heart.

Margo realized she hadn’t paid much attention at all to Lana’s body. Her first experience with another woman and she could barely recall any details a day later. There was a riddle there that she found puzzling. Margo was a practical woman and the simplest answer was probably the correct one she mused. Her mind had probably blotted out the details as a kind of defense mechanism. It would be easier for her to forget it if things hadn’t worked out, but now that her mind was at ease over the seriousness of the relationship she was very curious.

Margo lay back between the girl’s widely spread thighs with her face only a few inches from the girl’s pussy. She had never viewed another woman’s sex close up and found herself mesmerized by it. The area between her thighs was colored slightly darker than the rest of her skin and her mound was very trim. Margo’s own pussy was very fleshy with prominent lips, but Lana’s was trim and her outer lips were almost non-existent. The inner folds were a coral color and already coated in Lana’s juices. At the top of her small slit Margo could see her clit or at least what she assumed was her clit. She smiled when she realized she wasn’t going to have the same problems men had with her.




The Run



Margo had never had any problems with oral sex, but she found herself hesitating. She inhaled deeply and tried to get used to the aroma. It was a delicate musk, less strong than a man’s and she decided much more pleasant. She looked up Lana’s body to see the girl’s big brown eyes fixed on her and Margo had to smile. With a grin she pressed her face down against the slick, pungent flesh and began to lick. The taste was different than a man, it was less sharp and not as salty. She found to her surprise it was almost sweet and that she liked it. Her tongue burrowed into the silken folds, seeking more of that flavor and she soon found it. For a long time she stayed there, licking and occasionally nibbling. She found the tight entrance to Lana’s vaginal canal to be filled with the sweet nectar and Margo stayed there a long while, scooping up the thick syrup with her tongue. She was so intent on her feast she didn’t notice Lana’s moans until a particularly sharp cry tore her mind back to the girl. 

Lana’s hips were bucking and her small hands were roughly massaging her breasts. Her head was thrown back and her back slightly arched. Margo wondered if that was how she looked when she was getting head. If so she wondered how her lovers had managed not to laugh. What looked so damned hot on a trim girl like Lana must be quite comical on her own features, she thought. Using her fingers, Margo pried Lana’s pussy open and located her clit. The big woman attacked the small bud with her tongue, laving it with soft strokes until Lana cried out and her body went rigid. Margo hadn’t realized she was so wound up until Lana’s hips went wild, bucking as she cried out in ecstasy.

When the small woman’s thrashing subsided Margo placed her arms under the girl’s still twitching legs and moved up her body. The big merc pressed the smaller woman’s knees to her chest and wiggled her hips until she found the position that she wanted. 

The first experimental jogs of her hips produced nothing so she adjusted and tried again. Almost by accident she found the contact point that was most pleasurable to herself and at the same time elicited a shuddering moan from the girl. Digging her knees into the bed she began to hump her soaked pussy against Lana’s. The sweet friction became almost unbearably pleasurable when Margo felt the tightening in her pussy and anus that signaled her approaching climax. Lana was moaning now and tossing her head from side to side and the final thrusts that brought the big woman release sent her smaller companion into her second orgasm. 

Margo enjoyed the heady pleasure, but kept working her hips. She was experienced and knew the first orgasm was never the best, if she kept at it they only got better as she went along. Time lost all meaning as their wild thrashing sent them both into a series of shattering climaxes. Margo finally collapsed on top of Lana and drifted off into a blissful sleep. 

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Friday 18:00 hours

The big air car smoothly negotiated Singapore’s early evening traffic. In the front seat were the driver and a security man. In the back seat Margo and Dominique rode in air-conditioned luxury. Margo was on edge, she felt vulnerable in the blue dress and naked without her guns. There was also something wrong with Dominique. It had taken her a few minutes to discern what it was, but when she did it left her feeling even more uncomfortable. The hunger that the woman had barely been able to contain was completely absent. 

She still looked stunning, especially in the long sea foam green dress. It was strapless and left plenty of her cleavage visible. The skirt was flared at her hips and slit up both sides almost to her hip. A chocker of diamonds and matching earrings were dazzling, making the costume stuff that Margo wore seem gaudy in comparison. 

Margo didn’t know much about the lesbian scene, but she had been reading up on it in her spare time. It was possible that Dominique was a complete femme and that she had no interest because Margo wasn’t dressed like a butch. Try as she might, Margo didn’t believe that. The blatant hunger and invitation had been too much a part of the woman’s character at their first meeting. Perhaps she was scared or nervous, but Margo didn’t buy that either. Maybe, she conceded, I’m the one who is on edge and it’s all me. The thought gave her no comfort as the big car glided to a stop outside Transcom’s Singapore headquarters.

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Lana made one final check. Her few program chips were seated and the deck was all green lights. They wouldn’t help much; she was really dependent on the gift progs that were stored in her deck’s short memory. She was still naked and her body tingled from the memory of the fucking Margo had given her before she left. With a silent prayer she attached the DNI and the meat world dissolved.

She had barely reached the satellite node when she heard, “radio check at 18:20 and fifteen seconds”

“Confirmed,” she replied, “beginning run,” 

The landscape was unfamiliar to her, she had never ventured into this part of the net before. All of the big corps had nodes here and it took her a few seconds to find the Transcom Eagle floating over its node. Del was no fool, she was running from a remote in London’s lower east side. Both of the heavy screens were up, each set to lead a trace to a different location in North America. They both pulsed green on her active Icon’s bar in the lower right hand corner of her vision field.

First she had to get past the outer security data wall. She faced a choice here, she could use the Data hammer, or one of the really slick infiltration routines Weasle had given her. She opted for one of them, the hammer might have gotten her in, but it was bound to set off alarms. She keyed up one of the infiltrates and waited, shimmering code covered her avatar and she walked right through the data wall. The infiltration program was as slick as any she had ever heard of, it located voids in the field and sleazed her avatar through a few bits at a time. Del emerged on the inside of the wall and immediately triggered her disguise prog. Her avatar shimmered, appearing now as a harmless bit of interoffice e.mail. She joined the stream of such mails and moved inward.

--- 

Dominique made her grand entrance while Margo slipped around to the side entrance where security people were checking in. Ten guys in ill-fitting tuxedos were in line in front of her. Each was checked and then passed through an x-ray machine to make sure they were clean. Margo was disgusted with what she was about to do, but it was the only way she had been able to think of. Actually, Del had thought it up. She sighed and removed her light velvet jacket.

Margo caught the front of her dress and gave it a little tug. The low cut dress already revealed a wide expanse of her impressive cleavage, but with that little adjustment she was practically falling out of it. The fact she was braless and the way the corset pushed her breasts up and thrust them out made it even more provocative.

“ID,” the bored looking guard said. His head came up, but as Margo suspected his eyes never got higher than her chest. He didn’t even look away to check her papers, just passed them to a scanning machine. When it chirped that she was clear he handed them back still awestruck by her tits. 

“Weapon?” he said in a voice that was trancelike.

Margo opened her bag to reveal the tiny Techtronics, 4mm auto. The guard nodded and managed to tear his eyes from her breasts long enough to scribble down the make next to her name on his printout. He took the bag and passed it through an X-ray machine. Indicating that Margo needed to walk through the larger one.

Margo moved to the X-ray machine and then leaned forward on the counter. In this position she was falling out of the dress, she could feel the cooler air on her aureoles. She waited a few seconds, allowing him to get an eyeful. His eyes never even moved to the small display screen as she walked through. She let him get another eyeful once she was through as she reached for her bag.

“Can I go now?” she asked.

“Huh? Oh! Yeah, sure! Have a nice evening,” he stammered. 

Margo tossed her jacket over her shoulder and sauntered away, adding a bit of sway to her hips, she doubted seriously the guard could have described her face if his life depended on it. She made her way to the ladies room and patiently waited for a stall to become available, once inside she locked the door and hung her jacket on the hook provided. Margo hiked her skirts up around her waist and smiled. Taped to her inner thigh was the heavy H&K Python 10mm autoloader. The sight of her legs encased in stocking and the black garters of her corset were disconcerting to her.

Margo winced as she ripped the tape off and tossed it into the bowl. She slipped the pistol into the pocket concealed in her velvet jacket and pulled her dress up. Once she was sure her nipples were no longer showing she pulled the jacket on. The weight of the big automatic was comforting and a quick look in the mirror showed the holo projectors were doing a fine job of concealing it. 

---

Del keyed her invisibility program. She hated to loose the disguise, but she had ridden it as far as she could, she was just outside the security grid now and harmless e.mails couldn’t pass through. She keyed the second infiltration program and slowly penetrated the wall.

As she came through two arrows shot off down the pipeline. There was no time to think, she sent a pair of Gryphons screaming after them. The Gryphons moved from her active menu to darkness. She waited, but there was no further security response. She silently thanked Colly for having the foresight to give her more than one and moved off down the pipe, searching for the cameras in the main reception hall. Her active Icons worried her, the invisibility was still in the active que, along with the screens, but she was running out of programs fast and she had no idea how close she was to the cameras.

This was just like alpha 1. She found herself acting on impulse and located the security camera outside the building almost by accident. She was in the right place, but that was the wrong camera so she moved on. Time was running out for her.

---

Margo stood in the shadows watching everything going on in the main room. The place was packed, men in tuxes and ladies in every kind of dress imaginable. A quartet of musicians played chamber music in a secluded alcove as red liveried waiters moved around the room serving drinks and hours derves. Margo was a little more at ease now. She thought her dress had been daring, but after seeing the little bits of nothing that many of the women wore she felt positively overdressed. From gauzy numbers that left little to the imagination to holodresses that left no question the wearer was actually walking around nude or semi nude. Bare midriffs seemed to be the rage and bare legs, with most of the dresses slit up to the hip.



Despite her more conservative attire Margo had already turned down several invitations to dance. She was getting antsy; Lana should have had the camera by now. From where she was standing she could still see Dominique clearly, but more guests were arriving every minute. Dominique was surrounded by a group of young men and seemed to be enjoying the attention. Something was just not right with that woman, but Margo took a philosophic approach. 

“I don’t have to like her, I don’t have to understand her, I just have to keep her alive,” she said to herself. When she realized she was talking to herself she became even more annoyed. Damnit, where was that girl with the camera?

---



Del worked quickly. She had finally located the camera just inside the entrance to the ballroom. It gave her the best view of the room and she spotted Margo in a dark corner. She made a quick tape of the camera’s feed and then constructed a loop of it in her deck. Once she was ready she activated the loop and fed it into the line running to the security center. She opened the small telecom program in her memory and channeled the feed from the camera into the uplink. A world away the LED’s on the small transmitter wired to her deck’s output port winked to life.

As soon as the uplink was established Del activated her watchdogs. Now came the most nerve racking part of the job, sitting alone and exposed in the node. She had to keep the camera on that bitch, so she couldn’t just split and having her attention focused on that camera meant she wouldn’t be able to keep an eye on her environment. The situation was fraught with dangers, from security programs to roving in-house deckers.

----

Margo started when the image from the camera leaped to life on her HUD. She glanced at the time, 19:30 hours. It was going to be a long night.

By 2300 Margo had almost had enough. Dominique was still dancing with every available man and was showing no signs of being ready to go. If she didn’t know better Margo would think the woman was totally clueless that her life was in danger. She was either a superb actress or out of her mind.

One moment Margo was standing there cursing her charge and the next she was flat on her back staring at the ceiling. Her sound suppressors had kicked in and she could smell smoke and cordite. People were screaming and running all around. A lot of them were down, moaning or writhing in agony. The entrance way was a mass of shattered concrete and smoking debris. 

She came to one knee in time to see men in heavy combat armor charging through the entrance. A Transcom guard popped up with an Uzi submachine gun, but a trooper cut him in half with a blast from a 20MM combat shotgun. Bodyguards were all firing, but the light weapons they carried would not even penetrate the polyastic armor the attackers wore. 

Margo located Dominique and ran towards her, drawing the big silver autoloader as she ran. She got there just as one of the attackers was drawing a bead on the shrieking Cosmetics maven. He was better armed, better protected and probably stronger, but Margo’s wetware made her faster. The targeting reticule centered on his head as the Python swung up and she fired. Margo’s 260-grain penetrator tore through his helmet and collapsed his skull. Even as the man fell over Margo was moving to a second gunman, less than twenty feet away. 

----

Alarms screamed and Del panicked. She was moving now, as fast as could towards the main data pipeline. She saw the interior data wall shimmer and suddenly her heart froze. She was now looking at a wall that was blacker than any night she had ever seen. Ripples ran through the wall, and electricity crackled ominously around it.

Black ICE. 

Del keyed up the Data Hammer and began to pound her way through the wall. She also keyed up her armor. The wall came down in nanoseconds, but to her it seemed like days. A trace shot off down her back trail and she felt her heart freeze when first one screen, then the second went down. If that trace got to her deck before she could get out of the node and dump she was dead…or worse. Once in the main pipeline she streaked for the exit. It was a race for her life and she almost made it. She was in sight of the exit when a huge troll appeared before her. Code shot from his fingers and her avatar was suddenly covered in a wave of black code. In the meat world she screamed and collapsed, even as her hand jerked the DNI cable from her deck.

----

Margo dispatched a second gunman and turned to grab her charge, planning on hustling her out of the building. The screaming had stopped and the reason was obvious, most of the left half of Dominique’s head was missing. People were down everywhere, she knew who the target was, but all of the other security people had to assume it was their charge that was in danger. A few wrestled with the pen team, but already they were fading away. Margo turned back to the once beautiful, vibrant woman who had been her responsibility. None of them had been close enough to fire that shot, she would swear to that. It was then she noticed a window was broken high up in the ballroom’s glass dome. Through it she could see the lights of the Sony building. Sniper. That was her answer.

She didn’t have time to be angry or remorseful. A piercing scream came over her TAC net.

Del? She thought. 

“Oh, god, please no!” she cried out as she ran for the vehicles, shoving people out of her way in her haste.

---  

Margo burst through the door to her apartment, hitting it on the run with all her strength and weight behind the blow. It shattered inward and gun in hand the big woman crashed into her living room. The room was empty, except for Lana. She was naked and lay on her back, the DNI cable clenched in her small fist.



Margo ran to her and picked her up.

“Lana, please say something,” she pleaded. The girl was dead weight and Margo started to cry. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be happening. She didn’t deserve this. All of these thoughts ran through her mind as she cradled Lana to her chest and gently rocked her.

“Margo?” a tiny voice called. The big woman nearly dropped the little decker she was so startled.

“Lana? Are you all right?”

“No. I have a terrible headache and I can’t see,”

“What happened?” Margo asked as she put the girl down gently on the sofa.

“Decker. He nearly got me. That armor Colly gave me saved my life,”

“Armor? Colly? What are you talking about?”

“Margo, there’s no time. We have to leave, Transcom traced me. I failed you. I’m so sorry,”

“Fuck that, you’re alive and that’s all that matters,” Margo said as she picked the girl up and started for the door. 

“My deck!” Lana said. Margo hesitated a moment. If a Transcom team was on the way they didn’t have time for this, but she found she couldn’t deny the girl. After fearing her dead, Margo knew she would do anything for this girl. Even risk her neck over something stupid. 

“Please get my bag too, and there is a box under the bed,” she said after Margo sat her down.

Margo growled, but grabbed Lana’s bag and threw in her deck and the mysterious box. Throwing the bag over her shoulder she picked the girl up and exited. The car she had stolen was fast and they were blocks away when the Transcom security team arrived.

---- 

Saturday 0800 hours

Margo woke to the quiet breathing of Lana beside her. They were staying in the “bridal” suite of a mid-range hotel near the airport. The last of her creds had gone into this room, and into bribing the clerk to list them as Mr. and Mrs. Smith from Dearborn, Michigan. She would have to figure out a way to get them out of Singapore next, but at the moment she didn’t have the patience for it. Her sides and back ached and she realized with some amusement that she was still in her dress and corset. 

Margo rose and managed to get the zipper on her dress down. The laces of the corset proved to be more of a problem and she was growing frustrated when Lana laughed softly.

“I tucked the laces, you won’t be able to reach them,” she said quietly.

“You do it then,” Margo said. She walked over to the bed and turned. It was only after a second that she realized Lana could see.

“I thought you were blind?” Margo said.

“Biofeedback, that wasn’t a static defense progie that got me, it was a decker. My armor absorbed the worst of it, but it still gave me a bad headache. My vision is still a little hazy, but I think I’ll be all right,” Lana explained. Margo’s heart leaped, she would have loved her little decker even if she were blind, but it made her feel so much better knowing she was going to be all right.

“How bout getting me out of this damnable contraption?” Margo asked.

“I don’t know, I kinda like you in it,” Lana teased. Margo growled playfully and Lana laughed. 

“Tell ya what, I’ll help you out of the corset if you will let me help you into something else,”




The Run



“Like what?” Margo said suspiciously.

“Do you agree? Or would you rather spend a few more hours pretending to be Marie Antoinette?”

“Deal,” Margo said quickly. When the laces came undone Margo breathed in for what seemed the first time in ages. While Lana was retrieving the mysterious box from her bag Margo shed her stockings. Standing there in the buff she felt like her old self. Her eyes went to the girl’s ass and she felt a rush of excitement, well maybe not quite like her old self, she mused. The small decker approached her with her hand behind her back and handed Margo a scarf. 

“Put it over your eyes,” she said. Margo smiled, she was getting excited and it seemed like a simple request. Margo tied the scarf over her eyes. She could easily have seen through it, just a simple adjustment of her eyes, but if Lana wanted to surprise her she would not ruin it. She almost went back on that when she felt the girl’s hand begin to rub something into her pussy.

“What the?”

“Relax, its just lube,” Lana said. Margo tried to relax, but the girl’s hand on her pussy was hard to ignore and she was becoming very curious about what Lana was up to. Lana then took Margo’s hand and guided it to her shoulder. She was either kneeling or stooping, but Margo couldn’t be sure which. 

“You can balance on my shoulder, now lift your leg,” she said.

“Which one?’ Margo asked.

“Doesn’t matter, first one, then the other,”

Margo lifted one leg then the other, she felt something cool graze her thighs and then nearly fell over when something blunt pressed between her slick lips. Before she could even voice a protest a thick dildo slipped past her muscles and deeply into her pussy. Margo gasped as it seated inside her and then started when she felt something slip over her hips. She was just gaining control of her breathing when Lana tightened the straps around her hips and another strap pulled the dildo even deeper as it pressed between her ass cheeks. Margo clenched her hands into fists, but managed not to rip the blindfold off or take any other actions.

“O.K. Margo, you can take the bind fold off now,” 

Margo removed the blindfold and looked down. Red leather straps circled her waist and a red triangle of leather covered her mound. A very imposing red jelly dong drooped from the triangle, dragged downwards by its own weight.

“I hope you like red,” Lana said quietly.

“I love it,” Margo said. She was still fascinated with the strapon harness and jogged her hips slightly watching the faux cock bounce with her movements. She looked up at Lana and smiled.

“I take it this was what was in the box?” Margo asked. The little decker nodded and smiled brightly. Margo moved closer and pulled her into a hug. She bent her head and kissed Lana’s forehead then stepped back. Her hand gently circled the cock and slowly stroked it. Each action on the jelly brought a reciprocal action by the plug buried within her. It was only when she had her hand on it that Margo became aware of the size of the thing. She was a big woman, with large hands, but she could barely close the circle of her fingers around it. It was only then, when she imagined what such a large cock would feel like sliding into her own pussy that she true significance of it struck Margo.

She looked up questioningly at Lana. The little decker blushed prettily and looked down. Margo stepped up to her and took her chin between her fingers. She then gently lifted Lana’s face until she was looking into those soft brown eyes. 

“You sure about this? It’s going to hurt,” Margo asked.

“I know,” she said, blushing even deeper.

“You don’t have to do this,” Margo said seriously.

“What did you say? Your first time you practically raped the guy? I want to be a woman and I’m just as eager as you were,”

“I’m honored, really I am. I just had to be sure, you can only loose your virginity once,”

“There is no one I would rather give it to than you,” Lana said smiling coyly. Damn, she just sets my blood on fire, Margo thought. Control, you have to keep control girl, Margo told herself. As much as she had enjoyed sex over the years, she could still remember that the first time hurt. She wished Lana had chosen a less imposing dildo, she didn’t want to cause her small lover pain.

They hugged again and kissed deeply. Margo’s tongue slipped into Lana’s mouth and tenderly explored. Margo felt her desire building when the small girl began to gently suck on her tongue. Control, she said again, realizing that it might be more difficult than she had imagined. Lana’s hand closed on the dildo and gently stroked it, causing waves of heat in Margo’s groin.

Margo picked Lana up and the small girl’s legs went around her hips. She was giggling as Margo carried her to the bed and gently lay down. She was immediately aware of the long hard object between their bodies. Lana seemed to be aware of it too and looked at her with some trepidation.

“Having second thoughts?” Margo asked with a grin. 

“No, just a little worried. Does it really hurt?” she asked. How do you answer that? Margo asked herself. She remembered her first time again, it had been wonderful, but God, had it hurt.

“If you’re lucky, nothing else in your life will ever hurt as bad,” she said seriously. When Lana nodded solemnly Margo had to smile.

“On the other hand, once the deed is done it feels heavenly, if I’m lucky you won’t be able to get enough of it,” she said and winked.

“Then let’s get it out of the way,” Lana said, her small face set in determination. Margo laughed and kissed her nose.

“Go easy. The more excited you are, the less pain you will feel,”

Margo kissed her again and let her hands begin to roam. She grasped Lana’s small breasts and began to knead them. Margo thrilled to the texture, the firm little orbs felt like silk in her big hands. She took her time, kissing Lana deeply and working over the girl’s tits. She pinched the nipples and rolled them between her fingers until they became stiff. Margo moved her head down and took one into her mouth. She captured the nipple between her teeth and gently chewed while her tongue lashed it. Lana groaned and ran her hands in Margo’s short hair. 

Margo continued to lick and nibble on Lana’s sensitive breasts. She wanted to drive her little lover to the edge before she took her. The more excited she was, the less it would hurt and Margo was determined to cause as little pain as possible. She finally abandoned the delightful little tits and kissed down her flat tummy to her already damp pussy. She planted a kiss in Lana’s pubes before diving into her hot little pussy. The flavor was as good as she remembered and Margo just went nuts for a while. She devoured the girl’s pussy, licking and sucking until Lana was moaning and her hips were bucking. Her tongue grazed Lana’s clitoris and the girl moaned loudly. Margo struggled to make herself stop, she knew she could bring the girl to orgasm with just a few swipes of her tongue.  

“Control, damnit,” She muttered to herself as she pulled her head up and away from Lana’s glistening sex.

Margo slid up the girl’s body and they kissed. She wondered if Lana was tasting herself on Margo’s lips. By the way she was kissing back and licking Margo’s lips she thought the girl probably was. Somehow she found that very hot and couldn’t wait until she could find out if she tasted as sweet on Lana’s lips. Margo raised her hips and firmly grasped the big dildo. She rubbed the head up and down Lana’s lips, causing the little decker to moan and hump upwards. 

Margo was trembling when she brought the bulbous head to Lana’s entrance. She pressed forward with her hips and felt the head slowly pass into the girl’s tunnel. Lana’s eyes shot open and she stared down between their bodies. Margo drove her hips forward with as much force as she could. She felt the big dong meet resistance and then it sank deeply into the girl.

Lana gasped and then grimaced in pain. Margo withdrew her hips and stabbed forward again. Lana cringed, but made no cry and Margo began thrusting into her with long even strokes. Margo had been shot, stabbed, burned and suffered many other injuries. She knew pain was fleeting, but if you had time to dwell on it, it could become far nastier than the wound warranted. Knowing this she intended for Lana to get lost in how good it felt to be soundly fucked, rather than dwell on the pain.

“It…hurts,” the little decker moaned.

“Wrap your legs around my hips, it won’t hurt long,” Margo said through clenched teeth.

The big dildo was still not moving fluidly. It was dragging along the girl’s passage and Margo realized she needed to slow down and let the girl acclimate to it. She let her hips settle and then held still. Lana’s eyes were closed and her body was shuddering. Margo kissed her deeply and soon their tongues were battling one another. She let her hands move to Lana’s breasts and began to gently knead them. Slowly building the girl’s passion. After a few minutes Lana began to hump against her. Margo began to experimentally thrust into the girl. In short order she had established a deep long stroke that was perfect for her, she just hope Lana was enjoying it as much.

The plug in her pussy was driving her nuts and the base of the jelly sat right on her clitoral area. Each thrust was sending sparks of pleasure into her brain and she was fighting back a mammoth orgasm. Feeling Lana’s legs wrapped around her only added to the pleasure and she knew she wasn’t going to last very long. A glance at Lana though slitted eyes showed the small decker was no longer cringing, but had a smile plastered to her face. 

“Yes…Oh!…More…faster,” the small decker murmured.

Giving up on fighting her orgasm Margo began to plunge into the girl with abandon. Her orgasm started on a down thrust and she drove deeply into the girl. Margo’s hips stopped plunging and just pressed tightly to Lana.

“Fuck!” the big merc cried as she felt her insides turn to jello and she collapsed on the girl. Lana’s keening bark of pleasure was totally eclipsed by that cry and for a long time the two simply lay there, twined in each other’s arms. 

When Margo finally had enough energy she pushed herself up and rolled over onto her back. The sheets were bloody as was the dildo. Lana pushed herself up on one arm and stared at her with those large brown eyes.

“Still think I’m a kid?” she asked.

“Hell no, you’re all woman,” Marge responded. Lana giggled and grasped the fake cock. She gave it a jerk while adding a twisting motion and it came away in her hand. While she cleaned up in the bathroom Margo called housekeeping. She pulled on her dress and took the clean sheets when the oriental woman arrived at the door. Margo tipped her a twenty before closing the door and then changed the sheets. She had just removed her dress and collapsed back on the bed when Lana emerged from the bathroom. The little decker came to the bed and with the same twisting motion restored the dildo to its place on the harness. 

“Ready for more?” she asked quietly.

Margo smiled and grasped the base of the cock. She looked at it meaningfully and Lana smiled then quickly straddled her hips. While Margo held the dildo steady Lana rode up on her knees and then slowly lowered herself on it. Margo watched in awe as the huge cock slowly disappeared into her small lover’s tight pussy. Lana was forced to stop a couple of times and get used to its girth.

“Still tender?” Margo asked.

“Yes,” she responded, but didn’t let that stop her from slowly taking the whole thing. At last her weight settled onto Margo and the whole of the dildo was lost in her beautiful little pussy. Margo pulled her legs up then until her feet were flat on the bed. Lana leaned back and supported herself on Margo’s legs as her body began to slowly rise and fall. As she became accustomed to the size of it she began to rock her hips with ever increasing passion. Margo moved her hands to Lana’s hips and pulled down as she started thrusting up. The little decker gasped with the first thrust, but soon all sound was lost in her moaning. Margo found those moans to be music to her ears and she thrust harder and harder. 

Lana’s body suddenly stiffened and with an ecstatic squeal she came again. She arched her back and her hips bucked, driving the cock down on Margo’s clit until the big woman felt the twinge deep in her own pussy that announced her own orgasm. Lana’s body convulsed and she pleaded for more, which only served to drive Margo mad with lust. She pulled down viciously on the girl’s hips while thrusting up with all the power in her legs until she came. Lana came again and once her body stopped convulsing she collapsed onto Margo.

Margo held the little decker and stroked her hair while she recovered. She could feel the coolness of the air in the room on her wet pussy under the harness and the warmth of Lana’s body upon her own. She was sated for the moment and her eyes closed sleepily. Lana pushed herself up on her knees and grinned down at Margo.

“Going to sleep on me already?”

“No, why? You want more?” Margo asked.

“Yeah, I want more,” she said in a sexy voice. Margo had to smile, she wondered if she had been like that. 

“Well, get to it then,” Margo said with a smile.

“No, I want to try something different,” she said petulantly. 

“Like what?” Margo asked.

“Let’s try doggie style,” Lana said.

“All right baby,” Margo said with a laugh. Lana rolled off her and onto all fours. Margo rose to her knees and moved behind the girl. At this angle the girl’s tight pussy made an inviting target, but Margo hesitated as she brought the head of the big dildo to the girl’s glistening lips.

“You sure? You aren’t sore or anything?”

“I’m very sore, in fact it hurt as much as you said, but it sure doesn’t hurt when you’re fucking me,” Lana said as she looked back over her shoulder. Margo nodded and lined the head up with her entrance. She pressed forward with her hips and watched as the jelly dong slowly disappeared into Lana’s pink depths. The girl whimpered and her body tensed, but Margo was very careful and took it slow. When her hips bumped against the girl’s upturned rump she sighed happily and wiggled a bit to into the most comfortable position. 

Margo started to slowly fuck her then. Watching the dildo slide in and out was too sexy and she wanted this to last until Lana was worn out so she closed her eyes. In this position she could really take advantage of her wetware and a smile crossed her face. Margo kicked up the sound dampers and played back a video of a surveillance tape on her HUD. Without the visual and aural stimulation she realized she could go all night like this. She picked up the pace, driving into the girl relentlessly while her body responded to subliminal commands and the nano servos in her legs took over. In short order she was fucking Lana at an incredible speed, tirelessly thrusting the dildo into the girl and oblivious to the sensations coming into her own body. 

Lana came and came again and again. The fat dildo was thrusting and withdrawing so fast she felt like she was in a blender. The solid thwacking sound of Margo’s hips on her ass was coming so quickly that one eclipsed the other. She had never imagined pleasure on this level and her mind struggled to cope with the influx of sensation. In the end she just gave up and let her animal brain take over, screaming and satisfied in short intervals. It was only when she began to loose consciousness that she became worried, but even that didn’t last. She was groaning and pleading when Margo finally stiffened and screamed out her own orgasm. The big woman collapsed onto her back, driving Lana into the soft mattress. At length she rolled off and pulled Lana’s still shuddering frame to her own. Sleep came quickly for both.

-------

The vid unit beeped and Margo answered it before she thought. The face that greeted her was Jack Nelson’s and he wasn’t smiling. She pulled the blankets up, not as much to hide her naked breasts as to block Lana from his view.

“Tsing Chow’s, in the old city, know it?”

“Yeah,”

“Meet me there in half an hour,” he said. The vid unit went dead. Margo eyed Lana’s sleeping form and sighed as she rose. She stripped off the harness and dropped it in the sink before running some hot water over it and adding soap. Lana was still sleeping when the big merc quietly let herself out the door.

Margo sat in the booth in the back of the Chinese place and scowled. She didn’t want to be here, not with Lana waiting back at the hotel. She really didn’t need a lecture from Nelson on how badly she fucked up either, but she owed him the courtesy, so when he called she had dressed and come out. Her head was still back at the hotel, running through her mind the hundreds of things she planned to do with and to the little decker.

Nelson slid into the seat across from her. Margo immediately felt on edge, the Irishman was nowhere to be seen and Nelson was carrying both of his pistols. She suddenly wondered if Nelson had come to clean up the mess. She would never get to her pistols if that were the case. Jack was just too good. Jack stared at her very intently for a few seconds and then smiled and passed her a cred stick.

“What’s this?”

“Fifty K, Hong Kong, like we agreed on,” he said easily.

“What the fuck? I didn’t earn this,” Margo said in confusion. Nelson smiled and tapped his head with his index finger.

“Think about it Margo, you did just fine,” he said. When she just stared at him blankly the elite runner glanced around and then leaned close to her.

“You got no right to know why you’re getting paid. Most runners would just cream their jeans over fifty large for a failed mission and not give a damn why, but like I said before you have some potential. I didn’t bring Irish because I kinda figured you wouldn’t let it go at getting the money, so right here, right now, I am going to give you a lesson in what the real Biz is all about,”

“I don’t need any lessons!” Margo said, her anger rising.

“The hell you don’t. You don’t realize it yet, but you just crossed the Rubicon, girl. You’re going to need a team now and you had better listen close to what I have to say here, because most of the punks who make the jump you just have don’t live long enough to learn,” he said earnestly. Something in his tone made Margo pay attention.

“You think you failed, but you did just exactly what you were supposed to do. Think about it, could anyone have stopped that hit? Even with top grade wetware and heavy weapons? Could I have?”

Margo considered that. A twelve man hit team with heavy weapons, sniper support and at least one decker. She decided he was right, she hadn’t stood any chance at all. Nelson let that sink in before he went on.

“Now, what sane corp would send a VIP into an open area like that with one guard? And her an independent limited to light weapons? Nice move with the Python, by the way, I won’t ask how you got that in there,”

Margo smiled slightly, even a left-handed compliment from Nelson was gratifying.

“Doesn’t make much sense does it?” he continued.

“No, it seems insane,”

“Want to know the real score?” he asked raising his eyebrow. When Margo nodded he sat back.

“Ma’Cherie knew La’joure was being targeted. They even knew who was putting out the contract, our old buddies over at Syntech. Ma’Cherie is a cosmetics firm, and one that has only very recently captured enough market share to start to branch out and flex its muscles. Their whole security force wouldn’t be able to stop a Syntech heavy Pen Team here in Singapore. Since they couldn’t protect her, they had to kill her, or at least make it look like she had been killed,”

“A double?”

“Now your thinking. Some poor aspiring actress who had no idea this was going to be her final role. Tough for her, but that’s Biz. Pretty slick, eh? Their security isn’t shit, but their security guy is about as slippery as they come. Here’s my read. Transcom’s got some tapes, pretty incriminating tapes of La’joure at a downtown sex club. She was drugged of course, but that wouldn’t matter. What would the average housewife say if she saw the maker of her favorite lipstick pulling a twenty man train? Even more damaging for La’joure, what would her large lesbian clientele think? I’m guessing that big market share would evaporate on the heels of a scandal like that. Toss in Syntech being rather put out when La’joure effortlessly squashed their hostile take over bid last year. Now, you’re starting to get into the meat of it. They’re too small to fight either of them head on, so what do you do? What if La’joure were to be assassinated at Transcom’s headquarters?”




The Run



“On the same night that the tapes disappeared!” Margo said suddenly seeing the connections fall into place.

“Riiiiight. Transcom is screwed. They can’t say anything about the tapes being lifted or involve the police while they’re busy trying to absolve themselves of blame by claiming their security was adequate. There’s no need to go after the tapes anyway, you can’t blackmail a corpse. Syntech thinks La’joure is out of the way, so her people can smuggle her back to the safety of their HQ in Paris without having to worry about security, no one keeps trying to kill a dead woman. Once the tapes are destroyed and La’joure is safely back in Paris they announce that the person killed wasn’t her after all, but until then the newspaper headlines are going to provide them with a lot of cover, like I said, slick,”

“Why me? And why didn’t you tell me?”

“Why you? Why not? Put yourself in their security chief’s position. You already know the actress is going to take it in the head. There has to be some kind of security presence or no one at Syntech will buy the charade. The security you send is most likely going to get it too, so why send one of your guys when you can hire an outsider to take that fall?” he said. Margo started to get angry again, she didn’t like being set up.

“As to why I didn’t tell you, I didn’t know. Get this message loud and clear Margo, even if you take nothing else from this meeting. I’m expensive and considered one of the best, but I am always on a need to know footing. Corps don’t give information to anyone, not even the elites. Make it your business to get the real skinny before you start any run,”

“When did you find out?”

“For sure? Not until this morning, but I suspected something of the like from square one. That’s why my 400K, fifty of which your holding in your hand was guaranteed, regardless of the outcome of the babysitting bit. Remember when I told you no one would take it? It stank of set up and the good runners couldn’t get any clean intel on it, so they passed,”

“How did you find out?” Margo inquired. Nelson looked at her very hard and seemed to be thinking. When he spoke his words were calculated and careful.

“Irish has a bookie friend. One of the security staff at Ma’Cherie has a gambling habit and he looses…a lot. We set him up with a sure thing that didn’t pan out and then Irish leaned on the guy pretty hard. In exchange for the info, I picked up his debts as far as he knows. You have to network Margo, information will save your life more often than your Kevlar vest.”

“So now what?” Margo said.

“Well, I suggest you flash that cash around. Take your girlfriend out and show her a good time. Be conspicuous with it, make sure you flash it around as much as you can, especially in places where the suits hang out. Take her shopping downtown and to dinner at Chuchuzco’s. Hell, take to the Siren’s club and show her off, enter her in the cutest pussy competition, anything that’s highly visible,”

“Why?”

“Because your name is mud right now. No one is going to hire you to hold the fucking bag on a panty raid,”

“So I should hang on to this,” she said indicating the cred stick, “Since I won’t be making any more,”

“That would be the prudent move, but it isn’t the one you need to make,”

“Why?”

“You’re thinking small again. In a week to ten days Ma’Cherie will announce that Miss La’joure is safely back in Paris. If you live small you’re done, but if you live large and perhaps drop a hint here and there that your fortunes will change in the next few days…”

“Snap! People will think I was in on it all the way!”

“Right. You’re flashing money around and people are going to start to wonder where it came from. Corps don’t pay runners who fail. When they announce she wasn’t killed, the natural assumption is going to be those creds you were throwing around came from Ma’Cherie and if people get the idea that you were in on it from the ground floor, how much is that going to raise your stock?”

“Thanks Jack, I really owe you now. But I do have a question, how do you know I have a girlfriend?”

“I make it my business to know Margo,” he said smiling expansively, “I have a decker too you know, and the vid unit in your hotel has a send feature. You might want to consider moving and getting one that has a hardwired kill when you do. I do have to admit she’s as cute as hell,”

“Isn’t she?” Margo said, smiling even as she blushed.

End



The Run



(based on the Gorean fiction by John Norman)

*

In the side garden courtyard of the Mfalme's Residence a black desert kaiila was saddled. The reins of the snorting high-strung stallion were held by a kijakazi-groom from the stables. The tall animal dwarfed the demur slavegirl in her yellow work-tunic.  

Given the extreme heat and humidity of the upcountry Jungle, the Mflame, Ubar of the City of Ruins, Mwindu Rhapsodes, rarely dressed in anything more than a blue paneled nguo, its underwrap, and sandals. But, when he rode, he exchanged the loincloth for antelope-hide trousers, the strapped sandals for mamba leather riding boots. After a long morning and afternoon of holding audience, Mwindu had decided that he, as well as his mount, could use some exercise. It'd been some days since he'd found the time to go out riding. 

As he strode out over the flagstones of the courtyard, a glint of dhahabu, the Inlander word for gold, caught his eye and he turned, seeing a blonde-haired slut, stooped by a flower-bed, weeding the red dinas. In contrast to the slavegirl groom with her fresh, dry, and straight tunic, the golden-tressed field girl's tunic was plastered and wrinkled to her svelt form by sweat. Despite the pungent odor of the impatiently stamping kaiila, and even over a distance of some yards, the king could smell the girl, a rich and intoxicating mixture of musk and concentrated pheromones. The natural occuring scent of a woman.

The Mfalme felt his manhood stir beneath the suede of the riding trousers, in moments producing an large and obvious bulge. A smile curved his generous lips as he stood, letting the groom wait, letting the kaiila wait, as his deep brown, almost black eyes, appraised the slut as she worked the bed. Her long and tapered fingers, blackened with the rich garden soil, grasping, pulling, and discarding weeds into a wooden bucket close at hand.

The girl continued to for nearly an ehn before she felt the pressure of the Mfalme's gaze and she turned, seeing the master of the city and all who lived in it. She immediately slipped into a nadu among the red roses, her gold-spun hair draping down behind her as she lowered her pretty head and averted her clear blue eyes, but not before they caught sight of the hump at his crotch.

"Jambo, Maulana."

"Sijambo, kijakazi."

"How may this girl serve, Maualana?"

Mwindu, gestured with his left hand. "Come, attend your Master."

"Yes, Maulana."

She broke nadu and timidly approached the monarch, hurriedly wiping her hands on the soaked tunic. The wet cloth clung to the flare of her hips and hugged the bouncy curves of her heart-shaped ass, plastered around the globes of her plentious breasts, the impressions of her nipples clearly defined beneath the soggy slaverag. The inscribed tab of her braided leather belt-collar winked in the sunlight around her elegant throat.

As she stood before Mwindu, he reached out and took the collar idenitification tag in his fingers, reading what was written there, field slave 646. The girl shivered when his fingers incidentally brushed the hollow of her throat beneath the collar. It'd been some time she she'd been used and her considerable heat responded instantly to the touch and nearness of the dominant male who towered over her.

"You're new here."

"Yes, Maulana. I was brought with the last wave of settlers." Her voice was full and throaty, seductive.

"And before you were shipped here?"

"I was a slave in Schendi, Maulana. Before that I served among the Wagons. Before that, I was the daughter of a Turian Merchant."

Mwindu's smile broadened. "Eeh. It's my understanding that men of the Wagons often bid their girls run alongside their kaiila as they ride across the Plains."

"Yes, Maualana," she responded. 

"Then, by now, you'll be needing a good run, I'd think."

"As you wish, Maulana."

"Eeh," he said, flashing teeth. "As I wish."

The Mfalme released the girl's collar tag but kept his smile as he turned and went to the kaiila. From a saddlebag he withdrew a length of leather cord. "Hebu," he said. Come. 

The girl obeyed, crossing over the flagstones with a fetching roll of her hips. Mwindu grabbed her collar again, fashioning the long leather thong to it with a good strong knot. He looked the girl over from head to foot once more, grunting in satisfaction to himself, before taking the reins from the groom and climbing into the saddle. With a tsk through his teeth and a snap of the reins, he urged the kaiila forward in a walk and out the side gate. The girl having to skip very fast beside the animal to keep up. :. Once clear of the Residence, Mwindu turned his mount toward the Lake Road, recently cleared and graveled with smooth small rocks gathered from the myriad streambeds which fed into the gargantuan Eiwa Shaba, Copper Lake. He heeled the kaiila into a canter, forcing the nameless slavegirl now to break into a run to stay even with the saddle. Within ihn her musk was amplified by the exertion. Her coltish legs entending full-stride as she ran, a look of concentration on her gorgeous face as her naturally crimson lips parted and she began to breath through her mouth.

It was clear to the Mfalme that this wasn't the first kaiila the athlectic blonde had been forced to keep apace with and he nodded to himself, approving even more of the field slut. There weren't many vijakazi, kajirae, with such outstanding looks and raw stamina. He drove the kaiila into a faster stride and the girl perforce had to stretch her coltish legs to run with everything she had in her, no pleasant jog, no playful trot, a full out hurtle along the gravel road. Her golden hair quickly burnished to antique gold as it grew sweat-wet, trailing out behind her in the wind and plastering to the sides of her face in a wealth of flattened curls, as her slave rag was sticky molded even more securely to the curves of her vivacious body. Her aroma traveled in a cloud around them as Mwindu held the beast to the pace for a full pasang, before reining him in and evenually stopping by a thick clump of silverferns on one side of the road, on the other, the immeasurable blue waters of the Lake shimmering in the light of the day.

He looked down at her, as the slave leaned against the saddle, her shoulder resting against the brushed nap of his riding trousers. Winded, breathing harshly through her mouth, profusely sweating, big drops popping up on her gorgeous face, her fulsome tits rising and falling rapidly with her respiration.

The Mfalme chuckled from atop his saddle. She was disheveled, wet, stinking. To his dark and handsome eyes the girl looked like she'd just been fucked. He growled as his nose caught the full bouquet of her musk. Dismounting, boots crunching over the gravel, he unhooked a waterskin from the kaiila's high saddle, as the slavegirl continued to lean against the saddle.

"Nadu," he snapped out the command.

The girl all but fell to the smooth pebbles, her bountiful breasts heaving as she sucked in air. She spread her knees and placed her hands on her thighs, but she was too winded to arch her back and her head hung down as she continued to rasp in her breath and harshly exhale. Sweat poured off her sunkissed flesh, making her gleam bright in the tropical Sun.

She was lovely, vital. Female.

Mwindu unstoppered the waterskin, letting the bosk bone plug dangle down on its small linked chain. He grabbed the girl's sweat-matted curls in a big brown hand, using it to jerk her pretty head back and forcing her face up. 

"Drink."

He upended the skin and squeezed cool water into the falarina's gasping, open lips. The clear, refreshing liquid gushed down into her mouth in a steady strong stream, bubbling as she attempted to swallow it all, but gagging after the first few swallows, making the water run from her mouth, over her chin and down her chest, to sheet off the heaving slopes of her drenched tits and leap from the points of her hardening nipples.

Mwindu righted the waterskin, replugging it as he looked down at the kijakazi for a moment, admiring the beauty of the slut, even in her state of disarray and exhaustion. He rehung the skin over the pommel and opened a saddlebag, taking out a small bunch of bananas, then breaking one off. He peeled the long yellow skin from the ripe fruit and held the blunt end to the slave's parted, panting lips.

"Eat."

"Yes, Maulana," she rasped.

Her sensuous lips pushed out, grasping the tip of the banana between them before she bit into the fruit with even white teeth. She chewed and swallowed, then took another bite, until the banana had been completely eaten from the Mfalme's hand.

"Asante, Maulana." Thank you, Master.

"Good girl," he praised, throwing the banana peel through the air. It splashed into the Lake, close to the shore. He left her panting in her kneel as he stepped aside, unlaced his trousers. He pulled out his cock, stroked the hood of his foreskin from the head and pissed into the roadside ferns.

The nameless slave knelt there, her stomach roiling slightly from the hard run and its load of water and banana. For a few frightful moments she was afraid her queasy stomach might rebel and vomit. But she willed that not to happen. She didn't think she could live with the shame of puking out water given to her by a Ubar, food fed to her from his own hands. And after a few ihn her belly did calm and she began to catch her wind.

To be watered and fed from a master's hand was to a Gorean slavegirl what being romanced with a candlelight dinner or given expensive jewelry was to a Terran girl. It stirred her heat as profoundly as the run had stirred her physically. The act aroused the sexually deprived kajira, she hadn't been used since being shipped from Schendi, several months in the past. 

Mwindu finished emptying his bladder into the bracken and once more turned toward her, not bothering to lace up. The kajira got her first good look at the Ubar's phallus. Her pretty blue eyes grew round as she espied the member, long and thick shaft corrugated with veins. Dark brown, the head a big bullsnose as it jutted outward. Quickly, before the girl could figure out what happening, he caught her hair again, pulling her up abruptly to her feet. He crossed her wrists and used the thong attached to her collar to secure them to the saddlehorn.

There she stood, restrained, her arms above her head, hands tied to the pommel, back arched, tits thrust up and forward. Magnificent, he thought, with a growl. Mwindu grabbed the wet material of her tunic in his strong fists and ripped the soggy rag from her, revealing her in all her glorious radiance. Her lightly tanned body looking white in contrast to his deep dark brown tones.

As the slave continued to pant, her blue eyes wide, Mwindu unlaced his trousers completely and shoved them down to his boot-tops. He slapped his cock into his callused left palm and stroked it slow before her fascinated gaze, which grew eager and hungry as the large sized purple glans was revealed from beneath the hood of dark foreskin. A large bead of crystal clear precum dropped to the gravel of the road and the kajira moaned, as intense and needy sound that came up from her toes. 

The Mfalme gave an arrogat chuckle as he moved against her bound, sweaty, and naked body. He slapped his hands to her smooth and hot ass, lifting her slightly, letting his massive cockhead find the slit in the tangle of her blonde pubic curls.

Mwindu grunted as he penetrated her. The slave keened, startling a nearby flock of wader-birds into flight, as the head pushed wide her rippling walls. Her Maulana felt the high-heat cunt grip and welcome him with a milking contraction of her well-developed pussy muscles. The kaiila snorted as Mwindu slammed her against the beast's flanks and put his sizeable lipped mouth to the sweat-salted nipple of her swaying breasts.

And they begin to fuck. The field girl taking it hard, deep. The Ubar slaveraping her against his saddle as the kijakazi's long legs came up and wrapped around his waist. Even exerted from her run, her severe slaveheat bid her respond, fully, completely. She slammed her pelvis outward, against her lord and his long, chubby cock was buried to the hilt, banging her backwall.

Once more the girl wailed, once more startling the wildlife in her passion. She felt herself utterly filled with the Inlander's giant pole. At least it seemed so, use as she was to Outlander standards.

"Slut," he groaned. "My fine little Wagon girl slut."

He hissed, then grunted in teeth-gritting reaction to her tightness, nearly numbing his black cock. Her walls of straped muscles compressing the head and fat shaft into a solid core of muscle and she screamed again out into the afternoon air. A light mist began to fall, slightly cooling the air while the Maulana and slave fucked against the snorting kaiila.

Smashed between the tall, muscled form of the Mfalme and the snorting animal, the restrained falarina humped against and around the deeply buried and throbbing darkmeat. Her hot gushing oils ran down her thighs. It covered his shaft and coated his hefty and heavy balls.

"Slut," he groaned again. "Sweet, sweet slut." He grabbed her drenched hair in his grip once more and jerked her head back so that it hit the saddle and assaulted her mouth with his own. 

She returned the kiss measure for measure, wringing all the pleasure she could from the big dick overstuffing her ravenous and heretofore neglected cunt. 

"Release," he mumbled against her soft lips, breaking the kiss. And she felt his cock twist in the constricted confines of her molten cauldron. The pole flexed and abruptly shot a boiling gout of thick cum deep into her, splattering her backwall, filling her with scalding Seed.

Again, the quiet was shattered by the slave's scream. Then the cock recoiled, jerked, and fired another ropy wad into her steaming depths.

He could feel her shake, her entire frame shuddered as her orgasm detonated through her, her body shaking, her sultry lips forming an O as she moaned out in unending delicious pleasure. Her greedy cunt sucking insistently at the big dick splitting her so well.

Slowly, slowly, through stretched out ehn, their mutual climax ebbed. They both gulped down needed lungfuls of air, while he allowed his meat to slowly soften inside her. Her thoroughly fucked pussy trembled and rippled as she batted her long curly lashes, looking knowingly and boldly into his eyes. And he nodded, reading her thoughts.

"Eeh.Well matched kijakazi. Well matched."

With a grunt, he pulled from her, tucking away the still half-hard cock into his trousers, lacing up. He untied her from the pommel and lifted her up into the saddle, facing backwards, not forward, before he swung back onto the stamping mount.

Her naked breasts rubbed against the sweat beaded skin of his bare chest as he wrapped his arms around her and looked down at her. "What name were you last known by?"

"Angelica, if it pleases you, Maulana."

"Eeh, girl," he grinned. "It does please me. It fits you. I give you the name, Angelica."

She dropped her gaze, blushing and smiling. "Asante, Maulana." 

"Think you fit to serve in a Ubar's home, girl?"

Her blonde head lifted quickly and she looked in astonishment at Mwindu. "Maulana. Maulana, that is not for a girl to say." Tears sprang to her eyes and her teeth bit at her lower lip.

Mwindu smiled down at her, feeling her hard nipples move against him and he could smell her strong musk on the misty air, their combined odors, as the animal's paws crunched into the gravel along the road by the Lake. 

"I will bring you into my house, lil Angelica. And I will make sure that you are fit to kiss the feet of an Mfalme."

"As you wish it, Maulana." And, implusively, as pecked him shyly on the cheek, against his tribal tattoos.

"Eeh," he chuckled, oddly touched by the reserved kiss. "As I wish it."

-end-



The Run



I was not an avid runner, but since I was getting up in age I felt that I needed to do something to keep myself in shape. I am 6'3" and about 205 lbs not the hottest guy in my town, but not the worst. 

As I continued to run, I noticed that my body started to get a little more toned and I could run a little farther each week. 

One night my daughter's friend was over and I was walking out of the house to go for my daily run. She looked at me with my running garb on and told me that the running agreed with me. I just looked at her and laughed. She then reminded me that she ran cross country and that an old man like me could not hang. Again, I just looked at her and laughed. "Any time you feel you could handle me, just let me know." 

Her replied took me by surprise. "I could handle you in sooooo many ways it would make your heads spin." She whispered. I winked at her and walked out the door. As I started my run, I was thinking to myself. Did she just suggest what I thought? NO WAY, just some harmless flirting. I continued my run.

I got back to the house and went upstairs to shower and change. I went outside to the patio to relax and enjoy a wonderful summers night. Soon after I sat down, she came outside and sat down. "Hey, how was your short walk?" she said with deep sarcasm. I proceeded to tell her how far I went and the route I took. She looked surprised. What's the look for? 

"I could go that far with you easily, but that is not a good route to take" she complained. The route takes me down a local road and then onto a walking path. I know she had no problem with that, but the path then goes into a deep forest area and back in the woods is a picnic area. "That place scares me, there are no lights back there and creepy people hang out there all the time" she again complained. I told her that when I run there are no people back in the woods or around the picnic area, plus there is a light on the shelter. She shrugged her shoulders and went to go inside. "Maybe I could go with you sometime" she asked. 

"Every night, same time, same route, same distance" I told her. 

"hmmmm" she said as she shut the door.

A week went by and she did not come over. It was a little strange because she was at our house all the time. She only lived a couple of houses down from ours. But since she graduated from high school, turned 18, and started working. Maybe she has too much on her plate.

The next week I walked out of my house to go for my daily run. I was in the front stretching and a car pulled up. It was her. "Give me 5 minutes, you are going to take me tonight" she stated. 

"Oh I am now, what makes you think you are good enough for me to take?" I jabbed her back. 

"Listen I need to run off some of this stress." 

"What stress could you possible have?" I shot back.

"Are you going to wait or not?"

"Hurry up oh little one" I said. She stuck out her tongue and drove down the street. She hated the name little one. I called her that because she was only about 5'5" and could not weigh anymore than 75-80 lbs. I think I heard her say she wears a size 1. Now even though she is small, she is a very very pretty. Red hair, brown eyes, loves to tan, a great ass, but not much in the chest area to speak of. 

She came down the street and was ready to go. I asked her if she needed to stretch out before we left, but she told me to get the show on the road. We took off. During the first 20 minutes of our run we talked about work and what was stressing her out. Her applications for college, the dumb boys that are all over her at the pool and her boss at work who she claims is a jerk. 

As we got to the forest she slowed down a little. I told her to keep up and she would be fine. We continued and just about 200 yards from the picnic area she slowed down. "What's up?" I asked. "Cramp" she said. "I told you to stretch before we took off, where is it at?" "What do you mean" she said breathing hard "Your cramp" I asked "My groin muscle" she could hardly speak

I stopped and started to walk. "Oh thank you" she said. "Lets go over to the picnic table and stretch out" I stated. We walked over to the tables and started to stretch out. She was in a lot of pain. I asked her if it was getting any better, but as she turns to tell me with tears in her eyes. I grabbed her waist and put her on the top of the table. "Where exactly is the pain, I will try to rub it out. She pointed to the inside of her thigh. "From just above my knee all the way up" she said as a tear came down her cheek. I placed both my hands on her left thigh and started to message her muscles. She leaned back on her elbows. After about 2 minutes I asked her if I was getting the right spot. She told me it was working, but she needed me to go higher. I joked and told her any high might be inappropriate. She barks at me and states it would not inappropriate if she told me to go higher and she was still in a lot of pain. I spun her to the right so I could sit down between her legs at the picnic table and continue the message. I was thinking that she was in a lot of pain and this might take a while. So much for the rest of the run... I moved my hand up into her running shorts to where the muscle turns right next to her pussy. Wow, my hand was about a ½ inch from her pussy lips. I noticed that she was smooth shaven. I kept thinking to myself that this was not right and that I need to get her back on her feet and get home soon. I could not help but notice how hard my cock was and the thoughts were sailing thru my mind. All I could think about was getting home and taking care of my cock in the shower. The angle I was in was starting to hurt my hands and she could sense it. "If you need to move your hands or come at it from a different angle, do not let me stop you." She said looking up at the roof of the picnic area. "Is this getting any better?" I asked "NO" she said I took my left hand off her thigh and placed my elbow on her right thigh and back on the highest point of the muscle over her shorts. After a couple seconds she told me that was not as good as when my hand was on her bare skin. I stated that the position I was in before was cramping my arm. She told me to go thru her shorts if I needed to. "Oh shit" I thought. So I took my left hand went up her right leg, into her shorts and then over her pussy (but not touching it) to the muscle and continue the message. She then laid back on the table causing her pussy to now touch my wrist. The bone of my wrist was now pushing into the top part of her pussy. "Oh do I need to go get in the shower" I thought. After a couple more minutes I could feel her getting wet. Not a little wet, but very wet. Then it dawned on me that it must be pushing on her clit with my wrist. Her breathing started to get deeper and deeper and I started to over exaggerate the movement of the message so the bone on my wrist would push harder on her clit. I continued like this until I heard a little moan. 

"Good to hear you moan, that means what I am doing on your muscles must be working" I said. There was no answer from her. I smiled and knew she was getting off on my wrist. After a couple of minutes her hips started to move and she was moaning. Then all of a sudden a splash all over my wrist, "holy shit, she just came" I thought. I continued for another couple of minutes until she was breathing normal. "Are you doing better?" I asked She nodded "Ready to walk back" I asked She just nodded. I knew she must feel really embarrassed about what just happened.

As we got to the house I told her thanks for the company on the run and I hoped her thigh gets better. I then joked and told her that when she gets in better shape to come join me again so we can finish what we started. 

She just smiled and told me that she would think about that.



The Run



A woman running along a trail is thinking of her afternoon errands and noticing little of the activity around her. As she continues to run the trail she pays little attention, as the sky turns gray. A storm starts with a thunderous roar and an instant downpour. Before she can react she is soaked through her shorts and T-shirt. 

Needing to find shelter as the lightning flashes she runs towards a utility shed, which she finds unlocked. But not unoccupied. As she steps into the dark shed her eyes slowly adjust and she sees a tall uniformed park ranger leaning against the wall. He smiles at her, "Quite a storm." She shivers and nods. 

He looks around the shed for something dry for her but sees nothing. He removes his shirt. "Put this on" he says. 

She takes the shirt and waits for him to turn around but he just smiles and stares. Taking this as a dare she strips off her T-shirt and bra, walks topless to a tool rack hangs her clothes up and then faces him as she puts on his oversized button down shirt. She slowly buttons the shirt and smiles at the ranger. 

Knowing that he enjoyed the show... she decides to play a little more. The shirt is long enough to maintain some modesty so continuing to face him she lowers her shorts and panties to the floor and she steps over to the rack to hang these wet clothes as well. 

The ranger moves closer to her and whispers in her ear, "I have seen you run up here before. I enjoy watching you." 

She remains silent. The ranger touches her wet hair and runs his fingers through it. She reaches up and touches his bare chest. He runs his hands down her back using the shirt like a towel to dry her skin. His hands are big & warm even through the shirt. She runs her hands up his chest to his shoulders and down his back. She looks up and they kiss as the storm continues to pound the tin roof of the utility shack.

Their tongues entwine as they gently explore each other's mouth. He lowers his hands to her ass and pulls her closer to him. Her breasts press against him only his shirt on her body separating them. She feels the bulge in his pants, she knows these spring storms don't last long. She wants to linger to enjoy the moment; she needs to hurry to avoid detection. As she is thinking these thought, he sinks to his knees.

His hands run down her back and under the shirt grabbing her ass and pulling her towards him. He kisses her mound and squeezes her butt. He lowers his tongue to taste her. He begins gently teasing her. Spending his time to get to know her body at the same time hurrying to assure they are not caught. He runs her tongue up and down her pussy, circling and teasing the clit. Tasting her sweat, the rain, and her excitement. 

Knowing that she is getting more & more excited and is nearly ready to come, he stands. He kisses her mouth again hard, passionately. He then steps back and strips off his boots, pants, and shorts slowly letting her watch him as she had been watched. Standing there in just his erection & socks, he looks ridiculous, but lust outweighs the humor in the situation. 

He moves forward and pushes her gently to the wall. They have both noticed that the rain is letting up and people will be returning to the trail soon. He runs his hard cock up and down her slit; they both exhale and sigh at the first touch. 

"I'd like to take more time, but.." he says. As he says but, he pushes his cock inside of her and grabs her ass for leverage. He pushes inside of her slowly and pulls out more slowly. But this pace lasts only moments. With each thrust the speed he uses to enter increases, but each thrust is followed by a tortuously slow retreat. In & out he moves, fast & hard forward... slow and languid in retreat. 

Her breath increases, his pace increases in mere moments it seems they come together.

He holds her up staying inside her as long as he is able. When he finally removes himself he shudders in one final tantalizing moment. The rain has stopped. He kisses her long & slow. He turns and begins to get dressed. "I need my shirt," he says. 

She removes it and continues to watch him, as he gets dressed. 

"I would love to stay, but if were caught I'll lose my job," and with that he leaves.

She slowly dresses. She smiles as she remembers the rendezvous; she had never said a word. She runs back down the trail towards her home, it's late and her husband will be waiting. He can be very jealous. 

She steps through the door and hears him call. "Where the hell have you been?

"I went running & got caught in the storm."

"Did you see anybody out there?"

"Yes a few people."

"Did you talk to anybody?"

"No dear, I did not speak to anybody." And with that she laughed to herself and ran to the shower.



The Run



She rested her hands on her knees and breathed deeply. She'd been jogging for a while and was a little out of breath. In out, in out. The seaside air felt good in her lungs...warm...salty. Her body too was warm. Even though she only had on a tshirt and yoga pants, she was sweating...it ran down her back and she could feel it moist between her legs and ass. Not a nasty feeling in this situation...felt quite good actually...getting back to nature. Bar the twinge of hayfever she loved it all.

She looked across those beautiful dunes...the sand...the scrub grass...just so gorgeous...especially when she got to the sea. Breathtaking. She saw something move in the water...some crazy guy was swimming! A bit rough for that. She mentally shrugged and carried on the run...only a bit further...

She circled round for another 10 minutes and it was only then she felt the first drops of rain on her. She didn't mind the rain, but the first rumblings of thunder made her yelp a little cry if shock...really loud like it was a few feet above her. Hmmmm. Never liked being under lightning. She surveys the landscape and spies the two old beach huts she sometimes got changed in...best thing would be to sit it out for 10 minutes...let it pass over.

She opens the door, checks for spiders and sits on the old dusty bench. Closes her eyes...the sweaty clothes against her feel almost sensual...those wet knickers riding up her a little...the sports bra tight against her...clinging...hovering somewhere between hot and cold in the electrically charged air. She thinks for a millisecond about moving her hand to her groin but quickly banished the thought and blushes inwardly...

A huge crack of thunder makes her jump. And then another unexpected sound surprises her. The other hut door being opened closed and the bolt going. She holds her breath. She didn't think anybody else would be around...then she remembered the swimmer. With utmost care she leaned forward and placed her eye to the thin gaps in the deteriorating wood. His hut was on the bright side of the beach so while she could see in he couldn't see her...she hoped anyway. Sure, it was him. 6ft plus. No athlete, but not bad. Brown hair plastered across his forehead with seawater. Nice blue eyes...he wasn't bad. The thunder rumbled again and she made out the tired look across his face. She recognised him gauging when the next crack would fall.

He hooked his thumbs into his shorts and pulled them down. She quickly turned her head...jeez...got to give him some privacy...I couldn't possibly...could I?...maybe just a...a quick look. Slowly she places her eye to the slit again...and there he is naked...her eye is drawn to his cock...she bites her lip...its a while since she's been in the presence if a naked man...feels like ages anyway. But this feels so WRONG. She kinda disgusts herself...how would she feel if the situation was reversed? (If she was honest she'd be more than a little turned on...).

But she can't take her eyes off him toweling himself...hair first...face and neck...torso...groin...the feeling of those wet pants wedged in her increases...she feels the blood rushing there...oh God...I could get arrested for this, she thinks...perversely this makes the tingle grow stronger...the towel moves from his groin and she has to bite her lip from saying something...he's started to get hard. He leans against the wall facing her now. Eyes shut tight. He looks tense. She has a sudden urge to run in and kiss him but with an awkward smile she fights it off.

...she gazes at it hanging there...not a bad size...she starts to imagine licking it but before she can she watches as he pulls the skin back exposing the soft pink of the head...she fights to stop her breathing becoming audible...and surreptitiously slides her right hand down between her legs...she CANNOT believe she's doing this...he begins to pull back more and more...she can see it thicken and straighten...his balls juddering with every squeeze. The muscles in his body tighten...his toes curl up and down and he let's out a tiny moan...her own fingers are working away at her clit through two layers of material. Oh Jesus this feels so naughty...but so right at the same time...and then...and then...that unmistakable tingle in the back of her throat materialises...working its way up...fast...faster than she can handle...damn pollen...and it explodes out of her: "ATCHOOOOOOOO!!".

Oh shit.

Oh Jesus.

He jumps...you don't blame him...but now he knows your there he leans towards the partition wall. 'Hey!'. Oh fuck...you stay perfectly still...breathing almost stopped..."I can see the whites of your eyes..."...Oh fuckity fuck...he's opening his door...goes back fwereis towel...(seems churlish, you've seen everything now!) He bangs on the door but then notices it's open (you didn't want to lock the noisy rusty lock once he turned up - damn).

The door rushes back and daylight streams in. You squint and only then seeing him stood there do you remember your hand squashed between your thighs...you whip it out and put the offending thing behind your back. Oh Jesus...you seem dizzy...your head feels like its going to burst its so red. You shift your eyes to the floor...waiting for him to say something... "I'm...sorry..." a little voice you don't recognise whispers...but it IS you.

He sighs...you briefly look up and glance at the towel bunched in front of him. "Well...you kind of knocked me off my stride..." Looking up at his eyes...awkward silences of all awkward silences...he looks like he's thinking...a smile plays across that face...he moves the towel! Naked again a few feet in front of you...you can't take your eyes off him. "Do you...want to help me get back there?" Its a genuine question. There's no expectation in his voice...you can walk now...if you want...

FUCK. If you were surprised at the peeping, you're shocked now. You feel yourself getting off the bench...on to your knees...and reaching out to his semi erect penis. You run your fingers along the shaft. Like soft leather..."Like...this...?" You ask...your voice cracking with nerves. "Anything you want...is that ok?" he smiles...you don't feel forced...there's nothing menacing about him...you just really...well...want to make amends.

You pull the skin back as he did and look closely at his head...place a delicate lick along the slit at the end. Working the tip of your tongue up there...tasting his precum ooze a little...he braces his hands against the door frame. Christ, you hope no-one else is coming for a jog or a swim. Your short lick turns into a long one, tracing a line from the base of his balls all the way along underneath, feeling the muscle and skin around it. You can taste the tang of the sea on him. Next you take as much of his ballsack in your mouth and suck...oh he likes this...profanities are whispered by him...you suck and release...suck and release...you can sense the fluid in there aching to get out. Saliva caked round your face now...you get a little buzz when you try to remind yourself of the insanity of what you are doing...but you don't care...your soaking gusset tells you you don't care...if you looked you'd see you'd gone through the knickers and are now dampening the yoga pants.

You can feel he's not that far off...you take the head in your mouth again...just suck...and suck...suck...suck...whilst rolling his skin back and forth...quite hard...this isn't a teasing movement now...its yelling "I want you to cum!"...you feel it tense in your hand...its like steel...your jaw aches but you don't stop...you can hear the noise the mix of saliva and precum are making as it enters and exits your mouth...it sounds SO filthy...but it turns you on. 

And finally he rises on his tiptoes...thrusts his hips...and unloads in your mouth, opening his eyes to see your cheeks bulge. It keeps coming...you think for a sec about taking it out...but you want it all...so you gulp it down as best you can...some escapes your mouth, dribbling down your chin...dripping on your legs and the floor.

He tenses the last drops out which you let drip on your outstretched tongue. You swallow these last drops and smile your brightest "is that ok?" smile at him.

He drops to the floor and kisses you. First time the first kiss has come AFTER that you think...