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Cybercock Ch. 01

By: FelHarper



The box was plain white plastic except for a shipping label embedded beneath a sheet of clear plastic on the top at one corner. The address was correct, but the name of the receiver was a B. Rosenberg. Stacy searched the sky for the delivery drone that had dropped it on her balcony, but it was long gone. Sighing, she bent to examine the box. The shipper's name was listed, Funtronics Inc., with an address in Tokyo, Japan. Stacy picked up the box. It had some heft to it, but didn't rattle when she turned it over, looking for some indication of what it contained. She checked each side, including the bottom, but it was maddeningly blank except for that one shipping label.

Sighing again, this time in annoyance, Stacy tucked the box under her arm and went back inside. With a gesture, she called up the console on her personal rig. The heads-up display in her contact lenses snapped into view, with glowing icons and a virtual keyboard hovering in space in front of her. She reached towards the phantom keyboard and an area of reduced transparency in the shape of a rectangle marked a virtual screen in front of her. She typed "Funtronics Inc." and looked at the "Search" icon.

Multiple hits appeared with varying thresholds of relevance. She focused on the top result and the screen switched to the company's website. It looked like some kind of health product, based on the pictures of smiling Japanese men and women wearing lab coats. The text was a jumble of kanji and katakana characters, but after a few seconds, the translation software rendered it in English. Stacy focused on the "Contact Us" link and various contact information appeared.

"Place a call," she said, while looking at the phone number.

"Connecting," a neutral voice said in her ears, generated by the pair of tiny implants in her ear canals. The previous virtual screen withdrew to a corner of her vision and a new one appeared as a high-pitched female voice spoke in accented English. "Thank you for calling Funtronics Incorporated. How may I help you?"

"I was shipped a package from you by mistake," Stacy said.

"Oh, I am so sorry to hear that, ma'am," the woman responded. "Do you have an order number?"

"No, I didn't order anything," Stacy said, realizing that she was dealing with an automated voice system. "Can I speak to a real person?"

"I am so very sorry that I cannot help you, ma'am . . ."

"I'll bet you are," Stacy said under her breath.

"If you will leave your name and contact information, a representative will contact you during our normal business hours."

Stacy glanced at the clock in the upper right of her field of vision. She had no idea what normal business hours would be in Japan, and if she spent any more time on this, she was going to be late for work. "Screw it, uh, never mind. I'll call back."

"That is fine, ma'am. Please accept my apology once again f-"

Stacy cut the connection as she ran down the stairs and out the front door of her apartment.

Vicki had screwed her over again. The architect for the project had altered the floor plan for the McCowen Group building, adding a climate-controlled rooftop patio and moving the building's batteries and fuel cells from the top floor to the basement. Somehow it had never occurred to Vicki, the project manager, that this would completely disrupt Stacy's design for the building's power generation needs. The current design had become completely unworkable. Vicki had known about the change for over a week, but she had waited until the day before Stacy was to submit the final draft of her plan. 

Stacy synched her copy of the building plans and made a disgusted noise. The sprawling patio area was filled with solar panels, some of them now sprouting from benches and tables. They would all have to be moved, maybe to tighter clusters away from the human-trafficked areas.

"You're talking to yourself again," a female voice said.

Stacy had been mumbling as she worked, she realized. She glanced at the entrance to her cubicle where a brunette in a fashionable dress suit stood. Elizabeth Campbell worked in IT, and they had met on Stacy's first day, when she had set up her workstation. "Hi, Liz. No, I'm not crazy yet. Close, but not yet."

"Oh. Is it Vicki again? Are you ever going to talk to her manager?"

Stacy shrugged. "She's untouchable, you know that." Victoria Banks was the niece of one of the board members. In all fairness, on paper she was qualified for her job, but in Stacy's opinion, she could have spent a few more years as a member of a team before being promoted to lead one.

"How about requesting a transfer to a different team?"

She had thought about it, but she liked the rest of the people she worked with and hadn't been with the company long enough to build a good network. If she got transferred, there was no guarantee that she would like wherever she ended up. She might end up designing for off-the-grid tract housing. "I'll think about it," she said.

"Okay, gotta go. Just stopped in to say 'hi'. See ya'."

Stacy worked all morning, through lunch, and well past the end of the work day to relocate the solar panels. She ended up having to replace some of the glass on the building's south face with relatively more expensive transparent panels, but still came up within budget. Routing power down to the basement had been simple by comparison. She added a conduit near the building's center and let the software figure out the best way to route all of the power cables to it. It was a few minutes to ten when she finally shut down the design software and stood up from her desk with a triumphant, "Yes!"

The disembodied voice of her personal assistant spoke into her ears. "Stacy, you have two voice messages from Timothy Cabot. Would you like to hear them now?"

"Oh, shit," she said. She had ordered the PA to hold all calls until she was done. "Don't bother. Just call Tim."

Tim picked up on the first ring. It was voice only. "Stacy, there you are." He sounded tired.

"I'm so sorry," she said. "I had to stay late to work on something and I completely forgot. Did you make it there okay?" He had flown out last night, and would have arrived in Mumbai late this afternoon.

"Yeah, I called you from the airport, and again when I got to the hotel." He didn't sound angry, which made Stacy feel guilty. If he had forgotten about her, she couldn't imagine letting him off so easily. "I was about to get some sleep, but I'd like to talk."

"Me too," she said. She had been dating Tim for six months now. They both had busy careers and mostly saw each other on the weekends. The thought of moving in together had kept cropping up in her mind but she quickly dismissed it each time. Somehow, having him on the other side of the world made her want to see him, even though, were this a normal week, she would go for days more without seeing him in person. "Can I get video?"

"Hang on, let me place a camera."

Stacy sat down and tapped her workstation camera with her rig to give him a visual of her. Tim's image appeared in her field of vision with slight transparency. He was lying in bed on his side with the soft glow of lamps illuminating his face. A day of stubble covered his normally clean-shaven face. Bright daylight peaked through around the edges of a heavy curtain behind him. "I miss you already," she said, laughing at herself.

"I miss you, too," he said. "I'll get back the end of next week. Maybe you can take some time off to come meet me at the airport?"

"Yeah, I can do that." Probably, she thought grimly, if she didn't have to deal with another screw-up like today. They talked for a few minutes more until Tim put a hand over his mouth to cover a huge yawn.

"Oh, I should let you get some rest," Stacy said. "It's morning there, isn't it?"

"Yeah, heading toward noon. I've got to head in tomorrow to start negotiations. Why don't you call me Friday night, your Friday night, around eight? It will be Saturday morning here for me."

That was two days off. Again, Stacy was surprised by how much that distressed her. Things had been going well with Tim, but it had always been an unspoken agreement that their relationship came second to their careers. "Uh, yeah, sure," she said, "Friday."

He yawned again, nodding. "Okay, I'll look forward to it. Love you, babe."

"I love you, Tim."

The image vanished as the connection dropped. Stacy sat for a moment staring at the empty space. With a snort of disgust at herself, she shook off the loneliness and gathered her things to go.

Back at the apartment, she headed straight for the shower, never even glancing at the delivery box still sitting on her kitchen table. She just wanted to put this day behind her and see what tomorrow had in store.

The next morning, the box was waiting for her when she went to sit down, plate of eggs and coffee mug in hand. She had left it sitting at the place where Tim usually ate when she had him over. "Well, hello there," she said drily. "I guess I forgot all about you." She called up her PA. "What time is it right now in Japan?"

"It is 8:30 PM," her PA answered.

She did the calculation in her head. "So, fourteen hours ahead?"

"That is correct."

So, if she got home by six, their office ought to be just opening up for the day. Perfect. "Set a reminder for me to call Funtronics when I get home," she said.

An image of her calendar appeared with the new appointment. "Reminder set."

At the office, Stacy checked her redesign over one more time before submitting it for final approval. She got a report back a few minutes later confirming that the design was within spec and within budget. Once each element of the design had passed review and inspection, the assembly team would begin breaking ground on the structure in Algeria. First, machines would erect the support frames from steel reinforced with carbon nanostructures. Then, another set of robots would additively construct the walls and floors from high-strength polymers, depositing it a few millimeters at a time, like dozens of spiders coordinating to build a massive, solid web within the structure. More specialized structures like elevators and Stacy's solar panels would be brought in pre-assembled, with a final wave of bots to apply the finishing touches. The sprawling five-story building would be built from start to finish in under a month.

Her firm specialized in designing buildings that were self-contained, self-sufficient, and fault-tolerant. The building they had been working on processed waste water in addition to being able to generate its own power. While such capabilities were overkill for most of the developed world, they were critical when your building was ten miles or more from the nearest road. The McCowen group, whose company motto was "Terraforming Earth" had chosen a spot deep in the Sahara desert as the site for their base of operations. Their desalination plant in the Mediterranean was operational as of last week, and 'bots were already constructing the hundred miles or so of pipeline that would carry fresh water into the desert interior of Algeria.

It was exhilarating, cutting-edge work, and Stacy was happy to be a part of it and see it all come to fruition. On the other hand, there was a bit of a letdown as the months of data collection, collaboration and design work came to a close. The next project was months away from being finished, and she had a hard time getting excited about it. She would push on regardless, but she always looked forward to the point where things started to come together and she would just feel pulled along toward completion. 

She left work at five this time and picked up Chinese take-out on the way home, treating herself after yesterday's near-debacle. She had just taken her first bite of a piece of sweet and sour chicken when the reminder she had set that morning flashed on the corner of her vision. "Nope," she said to the PA, waving her chopsticks in the air. "Dinner first. Remind me again after."

The reminder disappeared and didn't come back until after she had finished dinner and disposed of the little paper boxes. She sat down at the table again and took a deep breath. "Alright, place the call," she said.

She navigated the same, cheery, high-pitched virtual operator as before, who reluctantly patched her through to a human being. The option for video was up, so she selected it. The upper body of a middle-aged Japanese man appeared before her. "Hello," he said in accented English. "I am Okura Masoyoshi. How may I help you?"

"Hello, my name is Stacy Weathers. I received a package from your company by mistake. It was addressed to a B. Rosenberg."

"Ah," he said, "my deepest apologies, Miss Weathers." He dipped his head almost out of sight of the camera. "I will do my best to rectify the situation. Do you have the package still?"

"Yes, of course," Stacy said. She reached across the table to retrieve it. "Right here, see? I just want to make sure that B. Rosenberg gets what he or she ordered."

"Could I ask you to tilt it in my direction so I may scan the label?"

Stacy did as he asked and he began to type at a keyboard. "Oh, yes. We heard from Mr. Rosenberg yesterday when he did not receive it. We were not able to trace the actual whereabouts of his package, so we ordered up a replacement to be manufactured and delivered immediately. Again, I sincerely apologize for any inconvenience this mistake has caused you." He bowed again.

"No, that's okay, really," she said, feeling embarrassed for him. "So is there anything I should do to return this box?"

The man looked pained. After a moment he said, "I am sorry to ask this of you, Miss Weathers, but shipping the item back would only result in greater financial loss for my firm and inconvenience for you. Would you, perhaps, be willing to dispose of it for us? I will transfer a token payment to your public account."

"You mean it costs less to make a new one than to ship it back?" she asked, surprised.

He looked uncomfortable. "It is not that, Miss. It is just that this item, once it has left the manufacturing facility, cannot be resold. It is a very personal item."

The turn of phrase struck Stacy as odd, but she thought that it must be some idiom that didn't translate well. "Okay, I understand. I can take care of it, no problem."

"Thank you, Miss Weathers." He bowed again. "Is there any other way that I can help you today?"

"No, that's all, really. Thank you for making it so easy."

"You are . . . too kind," he said. "I wish you a good evening."

"Thanks," she said. "Bye."

Stacy picked up the box and started for the trash, but curiosity immediately began to set in. He had said that it was a personal item. Just what did that mean? And just what kind of product would a company called Funtronics sell?

Feeling a little guilty, she returned to the table and set the box down. Van der Waals forces held the flaps of the box down tight. She peeled the flexible plastic from one corner, and it separated from the flap beneath like very fine Velcro.

The packing material inside was molded plastic that exactly fit the interior dimensions of the box. She lifted the top piece off and stared at the contents. An involuntary giggle burst out of her. It was a good seven inches long, a little on the thick side, and flesh colored, with a flared base. The detail really was exquisite. It was circumcised, the large, textured glans a dark pink. It curved up slightly just below the head, with a hint of veins to texture the shaft.

Stacy was hesitant to touch the thing. She owned a few sex toys, but nothing that looked so realistic. Instead, she went for what looked like an additional compartment. It contained a rather skimpy-looking garment, like a loin cloth with straps, and what looked like a pair of pills in a foil and plastic wrapper. Another compartment held a wireless charging device. A data stream notice flashed across her display, followed by the text, "Introduction to Funtronics Cybercock Model A, USA English".

Stacy accepted the download and called it up. There was a text manual and an instructional video, so she selected that. A young, attractive Japanese woman appeared. She spoke perfect English, only slightly accented. "We of Funtronics thank you for your purchase. We hope that our product brings you many years of pleasure." She held up a duplicate of the dildo in the package. "Included in your kit is the Cybercock Model A device. This product is made from patented Realskin, the most lifelike non-organic material you will find." The shot cut to an extreme closeup as the woman ran her manicured hands over the thing, and the surface actually moved and stretched just like real skin would. "When in use, the Cybercock will gently warm to body temperature." 

The shot resumed its prior distance as the woman set the toy down and picked up the article of clothing. "Also included is a dual harness with fully adjustable straps. The Cybercock can be used in place of a natural penis that has been lost due to injury." An image appeared next to her, a cel-shaded lower torso and hips with the harness around them. The dildo was affixed to the harness at a kind of pocket where a male penis would have been.

The woman continued to speak as the image changed again. "It can also be used when a male possesses an intact penis that is non-erectile." Now, a flaccid penis and testes could be seen occupying the lower hole of the harness while the dildo stood up proudly from the upper pocket. "The size and shape of the Cybercock Model A is designed for maximum pleasure for your partner and is fully compatible with the physiology of close to 90% of males and females when used for penetrative sex. Please note that Funtronics also produces the Cybercock Model AS, engineered especially for use with a partner possessing a vagina or anus substantially below the average size."

Stacy watched the presentation in silent fascination. Despite the clinical nature of the images and description, she was starting to get aroused as the woman cradled and caressed the thing lovingly in her hands.

Next, the woman in the video picked up the pill packets. "To function properly, you will need to ingest a nano-capsule to establish the feedback interface between your body and the Cybercock. After ingestion, wait thirty to forty-five minutes for the nano to install. The Cybercock will broadcast a ready signal when they have completed installation. Please note that a single dose of nano will function at peak efficiency for about eighteen months. Your Cybercock will alert you when it is time to renew the dose and will trigger a flush of the existing nano on your command. Please be aware that the Cybercock nano-interface is currently being evaluated by the FDA, but it is not at this time regulated under US law. Rest assured, though, that our product violates no current product safety laws and has undergone rigorous and extensive testing."

The woman smiled broadly. "We at Funtronics once again thank you for your purchase. If you experience any difficulties with your product, please contact us through any of the channels listed in this manual and we will do our best to make sure you are happy. Please talk to your doctor before using if you have heart disease or a neurological disorder. Good luck, and happy fucking!"

Stacy laughed as the woman faded out. "Wow, just wow," she said, shaking her head. She had quite the story to tell to her coworkers. Chuckling again, she closed up the box.

While she was tidying up the kitchen, a message, text only, came in from Tim. "Hi. First meeting went well. Might have a new client, but I won't know for sure until we meet again Monday. Met someone at the hotel today who knows the city. She's showing me some of the sights tomorrow. Love you. Miss you."

Stacy's frowned at the message for a moment for dismissing it. Was she feeling possessive? Yes, she decided. Yes, I am. She and Tim had agreed to an open relationship from the beginning, so it was entirely possible that he and this mystery woman would end up in bed together. That hadn't bothered her when he had met up with an ex a few months ago. Tim had actually wanted details when she hooked up with a guy from a Craigslist ad shortly after they started dating. Hearing about other guys having sex with her seemed to turn him on like nothing else. That didn't seem to work the same way for her, but she had never thought it was a big deal.


Cybercock Ch. 01



Standing there in her empty apartment, she felt the loneliness creeping in on her again. Maybe what she really needed was to go out and find someone to fuck? The thought sent a thrill of anticipation through her. It had been almost two weeks since she and Tim had gotten together, and she had been too absorbed in work to see to her needs herself.

It was Thursday night, though. Say she went to a bar, met some guy and went back to his place for sex. Wouldn't that feel a bit too much like getting revenge for what her boyfriend may or may not be doing, with her explicit permission? And she couldn't afford to be a wreck at work tomorrow. She was supposed to head up a meeting to talk about initial energy needs estimates for the RTA contract.

"My God, I'm pathetic," she said aloud, as she realized that she had just talked herself out of a night of casual sex. So now, in addition to being lonely, she had managed to get herself horny as well. If Tim had been in town, she would have called him and enticed him to come over with a little dirty talk. With him ten thousand miles away, her only recourse tonight was her hands or her vibrator.

As she thought it, her eyes came to rest on the box on the table and she thought of the beautifully-shaped cock that lay within. Some of the words that the woman in the video had used came back to her, like "realistic" and "maximum pleasure". Her vibrator could get her off, but was nothing like a real cock. Feeling a little guilty at defying Mr. Okura's request, she took the box into her living room and, after ensuring that all of the curtains were drawn, opened the box and removed the packing plastic.

Pushing through her hesitation, Stacy grabbed the thing in both hands and lifted it out. It felt just as real as it looked, so much so that the fact that it was room temperature actually squicked her out a bit, the uncanny valley at work. The video had said that it would warm up when used. She turned it over in her hands, but there were no buttons or switches. She tried accessing it through her rig, but if it contained a an API in its network node, it was disabled.

Stacy looked down at the nano-capsules still in the box and frowned. That had to be some kind of bio-feedback mechanism, like the medical-monitoring nano that had been around for a few years. Maybe they were required for the dildo to function correctly?

She set it down on the table and removed a capsule from its packaging to look at it. It was plain white, with a tiny stamp of letters and numbers that must be some kind of identification code. "Alright, Stacy," she said, "the nice lady in the video said it was safe, so what are you afraid of?" She shrugged in answer and popped the pill, grimacing as she dry-swallowed it. She sat down to wait.

She didn't feel any different, not that she should, she reminded herself, and the dildo remained a piece of inert . . . whatever it was. She tapped her foot, glanced at the clock in her optics and blew out a breath. She needed something to maintain her arousal if she was going to make this happen. "Can you find me some porn?" she asked.

"Sure," her PA answered with its usual enthusiasm. "Do you have a genre preference?"

"Nothing hardcore," she said. "Heterosexual. Non-interactive. Good production values."

Her PA waited a few moments to see if she had anything to add. "How about this title?" it said, showing her the title image and a small cost to stream it. It was a period piece, a sim render from a romance novel. The image, of a man and woman kissing passionately, gave little hint of the content, but the virtual leads on the cover were both attractive, and the period costume looked interesting. 

"Sure, play that," she said.

She settled down on the sofa and dialed down the lights to watch the movie play out on a virtual screen in her optics that took up most of the far wall. The backgrounds and clothing placed it as nineteenth century European, and she quickly surmised correctly that it occurred during the Napoleonic Wars. The male lead, Nicolas, was a young officer on a French warship, and the female lead, Claire, was the rebellious daughter of an English noble who had a history of rejecting her suitors. The plot played out predictably as the French sailor's ship was sunk off the coast of England, and he barely escaped with his life.

Stacy got up to get a cold beer from the refrigerator. She took a long swig from the bottle and set it on the table. Things were getting interesting in the movie, as Claire, dressed in a long lady's dress and sun hat, had just discovered Nicolas, washed up on the beach and barely conscious. She dragged him out of the water and into the shade of the cliff side. He said something to her in French and she was taken aback, noticing for the first time the colors of the uniform he wore. He saw her shock and fear and responded in broken English, begging for her help. The lady, after some hesitation, relented and helped him to a disused servant's cottage at the edge of a wood on her father's property. Over the next several weeks, his mastery of English gradually improved under Claire's tutelage as his health recovered under her care.

Though the plot reminded her of "Summer of My German Soldier", Stacy found herself enjoying the film. A month passed, and the two grew closer, spending long evenings together talking about their disparate lives. When Nicolas had grown strong enough to walk on his own, she took him down to the cliff overlooking the ocean, and he stared southward, knowing his home lay somewhere in the unseen distance. He turned to Claire, who was gazing at him, the sun shining through her golden hair. When he leaned closer, she responded, closing her eyes and meeting his kiss. They sat for a time in silence, watching as the sun sank into the west, his arm across her shoulders.

Back at the cottage, Claire gathered the dishes that she had brought from the manor house, preparing to leave, but seemed to think better of it. She turned and crossed the distance to Nicolas at almost a run, crashing into him in her haste to kiss him once more. This was no chaste kiss like before, but passionate and reckless. His hands began to rove over her body while she encouraged him with her words and moans of pleasure.

Stacy was so engrossed in the plot, the chemistry of the two leads and the unfolding sexual encounter that she didn't at first notice the sensation of cold, faint but growing stronger by the moment. Nor did she notice the icon that appeared in her optics, requesting her attention.

Claire was on her back now, breasts bared and moaning as the Frenchman kissed her neck. "My lady," he said, breathing heavily. "We cannot do this."

Stacy finally noticed the cold and looked down. It felt like it came from the general vicinity of her crotch, but it seemed somehow outside her body. "What the hell?" she said, standing up. Was this some kind of side effect of the nano she had taken? She placed her hand over the spot, but the cold feeling didn't change. In fact, now she felt like something hard and flat was pressed against some part of her body, but again, she couldn't quite place where.

She ran for the bathroom at the end of the hall, to get a look at herself in the mirror, but before she got there, the sensation abruptly vanished. Sighing in relief, she started back for her place on the sofa, but the cold and touch sensations returned almost immediately. She stepped back experimentally, and the feelings vanished. "Okay, this is freaking me out," she said. "What's going on?"

"You have an alert," her PA announced helpfully, mistaking the purpose of her question.

"Display."

The sender was listed as "Cybercock Model A". The text read, "Installation of nano is complete. Your Cybercock should now be fully functional and interfacing with your nervous system. Please verify that you are receiving tactile input from your Cybercock before attempting calibration."

"Tactile...?" she repeated, and glanced over at where the thing was sitting on the table. Her beer was still sitting there too, and the bottle was touching the head of the dildo. Feeling a sense of unreality, she moved closer, getting the cold feeling again. She went to the table and moved the still chilly beer away. The cold sensation immediately began to fade.

"Whoa," she said, staring at the toy. She realized that the other odd feeling she had been having was simply the thing resting on the table. She bent to pick it up and dropped it immediately as she had the sensation of fingers grasping a phantom limb that felt like it sprouted from her body, near her clitoris. She gave an involuntary grunt as the dildo hit the table, sending a shock of sensation down its length. It tumbled over the edge of the table and bounced again when it hit the floor, finally coming to rest near her feet. It was the strangest thing she had ever felt, having this thing that was disconnected from her body yet felt like it was a part of her. Her body image seemed at odds with itself, her sense of touch telling her things that her eyes knew to be wrong.

She picked it up again, ready this time to feel her hands closing on it. It had warmed to room temperature, just as the video had promised. She tried holding it by the flared base, and found that the sensation of touch, while not absent, was considerably reduced. She lightly squeezed the head between two fingers and inhaled sharply as a strange but pleasurable sensation shot through her. She closed her fingers around it and gave it a light stroke from the tip to the base and was rewarded with another wave of pleasure.

"Okay," Stacy said to herself. "You're holding a fake penis that has apparently hooked up to your nervous system and thinks it belongs to you. What the hell do you do now?"

She sighed and sat down, cupping the dildo gingerly in her palm. The virtual screen was back in front of her. The movie had paused automatically when she got up to head for the bathroom, but now it resumed. Nicolas had backed off from Claire, leaving her in a state of partial undress.

"What is wrong, Nicolas? I wish to be with you, as your lover."

"I cannot do that, my lady," he demurred, and bent to retrieve their discarded clothing. "You must not spoil yourself for marriage."

The woman stood, batted the clothes from his hands and took hold of him. She kissed him long and deep. "I don't care about marriage. I only want you, Nicolas." She took his hand in hers, kissed it, and pressed it against her naked breast. "Now. Please."

The man looked into her eyes, his desire at war with his passion. "Perhaps, my lady Claire. There are things we can do which will not spoil your virtue."

Her brow crinkled in innocent confusion. "Truly? How?"

"I would be pleased to show my lady."

Stacy sat back, forgetting her quandary for the moment. She let the dildo rest in her lap while she enjoyed the unfolding sex scene. The pair quickly dispensed with their remaining clothing and Nicolas lay Claire on the bed. Stacy found herself idly stroking the dildo. She was growing used to the sensations it gave her, and was even beginning to enjoy it. She could feel the moisture building between her thighs as the images she was watching and the sensations from her stroking fed into her and back upon themselves. Reclining further on the sofa, she held the base of the dildo against her body and ran her hand along its length. She could not have known by touch alone that it wasn't the real thing, and it felt more and more that it was a part of her body, that it belonged.

On the virtual screen, Claire had her eyes closed and looked to be biting her lip to keep from making a noise. Nicolas knelt low on the bed, his head between her thighs. "Nicolas, please," she said suddenly. "What is happening to me?" 

He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. "My lady, do you trust me?"

"Yes."

"I would never hurt you, Claire. Just let go. Let it happen."

The pleasure was building in Stacy, higher and higher. All consideration of her strange circumstances was gone. She even closed her eyes, no longer caring about the film, only about her body's craving. Faster, she stroked, pushing herself towards her peak, straining now for release and the embrace of pure bliss. 

Claire was crying out now in ecstasy, echoing the sounds that Stacy herself was making. Suddenly, without thinking, she lifted the dildo to her mouth and closed her lips over it. The warmth and wetness made her gasp, but she recovered herself quickly and began to lick and suck at the head and shaft. The new sensations pushed her over the edge and she fell back with a cry, warm waves of pleasure spreading through her body as she came. She clutched the dildo against herself, letting the indescribable feelings wash over her. When it was over, she lay semi-reclined on the couch, trying to catch her breath.

"Wow," she said, looking down at the cock in her hands. "That was different." She hadn't even removed her clothing. Her panties, though, had soaked through and clung to her body uncomfortably.

She set the toy down on the coffee table, stood up and went to her bedroom to change, slipping into a nightgown. She returned and looked down at the thing on the table while considering her options. She could call Mr. Okura and tell him that she had accidentally taken one of the nano-capsules, but the thought of his aggrieved expression at hearing that made her file that option away for later. She did know that the transmission range was limited. As soon as she got more than about ten feet away, she stopped feeling it. Then she remembered something. The video had said that she could give the command to flush the nanos from her system, so there must be some kind of interface or API that she could use.

When she checked, she found that the dildo was now broadcasting a network node. In fact, it had probably been there since the nano had first come online. That was obviously where the alert had come from. She interfaced the node, set the password when prompted and was presented with a number of menu items. She could power it on or off at will, which was good to know, but she didn't want to do that until she had looked at all the options, in case that killed the menu as well.

Under "maintenance", she found the option to flush the nano from her system. An info bubble informed her that the components in her body would dissolve and harmlessly exit through her urine. She decided to come back to that, intrigued by some of the other options. Under "calibration", there were various settings. "Sensitivity" was exactly what it sounded like when she read the info bubble, and gave the option for full manual control, or an automated setting that adjusted based on her arousal. It was currently set to automated, and indicated a level of 30 out of 100. She gripped the toy around the head and felt it as mild stimulation. With her gaze, she moved the slider up to 80 and the light stimulation was suddenly a series of powerful waves. Her knees felt weak and she quickly dialed it back down before she lost her balance, settling on the automatic setting.

Reminding herself to look into that some more later, she browsed further. Another setting was labeled "arousal". It was currently at a 30 out of 100. She tried to push it upward, just to 50, but it acted differently from the previous setting. A red marker indicated her desired setting, and the current setting began to climb steadily towards it.

Stacy felt her heart begin to beat faster and her skin flush. Normally it took some time for her to get horny again after an orgasm, but the nano was driving her system to ramp back up immediately. Her nipples hardened and pressed against her nightgown, sparking with pleasure every time she moved. Her sex flooded with renewed arousal, feeling heavy and tight. Altogether, the change took less than a minute. Overcome, she lay back on the sofa. Her pussy ached to be filled. She spread her legs and ran her fingers over her vulva, moaning at the rush of pleasure. She wasn't normally this sensitive.

With an effort of will, Stacy called up the Cybercock interface and paged to the sensitivity setting. It was currently hovering around 45. Would that setting affect all genital contact, or just the dildo, she wondered. She pushed it up to 55 and the sensation and pleasure of her fingers on her sex became even more intense. The toy, which she had been holding in her left hand, became more sensitive as well, and she found herself running her fingers lightly over it while she stroked her clit.

The momentary distraction from her exploration with the toy had brought her back to reality, at least for the moment, and Stacy realized that she had missed a fair bit of the movie. Claire had just fled what appeared to be some kind of party or ball at her father's manor. She went to Nicolas' cottage, which was lit within by the glow of candles. She found him reading, and he stood as she approached, taking her into his arms. "What is wrong, Claire?"

"This life is not for me," she said, looking out the window at the manor in the distance. "It would be better if I were dead."

"No," he said, "don't say such things. You are beautiful and strong. And I would have died if you had not found me."

"My father wants me to marry," she said, "but the suitors are all such self-important pigs. I know it is not proper, but I would rather be a despised spinster than submit to one of them."

"You will find the right husband in time, my lady."

"Who would want me, Nicolas? I am no lady."

He kissed her forehead. "I would give anything to be one of those pigs, hoping to win your hand."

She clutched him tighter, eyes closed, breathing in his scent. "Nicolas?"

"Yes, my lady?"

"Please, I need you."

Stacy was moaning loudly as Claire and Nicolas began to make love. She lifted the toy and began to rub it against her vulva, slippery with her arousal, while the fingers of the other hand continued to work on her clit. When Claire pulled Nicolas into her, taking her virginity, the desire to be filled became a sudden need. Without thought of what she was doing, she pressed the tip against her pussy and pushed it inside herself.

Pleasure cascaded through her. She lost her grip on the thing as her back arched and her fingers gripped the sofa cushion reflexively. Her mouth was open, but no sound came out. Her breath seemed trapped in her throat. Her muscles gripped the cock in spasms and she felt both the sensation squeezing and being squeezed. She soared upward to an orgasm that she was helpless to control, finally gasping a breath only to have it forced out of her in a wailing cry. The clenching and fluttering of her pussy sent more waves of pleasure through her, sustaining her climax. When it began to subside, she finally managed to get one hand on the base of the thing to pull it out.

It slid out of her fingers and bounced on the floor, making her flinch, but she didn't bother to retrieve it. That had been the most intense climax of her life, and it was a struggle to regain the use of her faculties. Somehow, she still wanted more, and that desire was growing by the second. With a start, she realized the problem and cycled through the interface. Her arousal had dropped somewhat, but was already quickly climbing back up to 50, where she had set it before. She switched it back to the default, automatic control.

Her arousal did not fade immediately. Her body had already begun to rev up for more, despite how drained she otherwise felt, and it wanted to climb higher. She shut off the movie and tried to think of anything other than sex. Gradually, her heart rate did return to normal and the warmth and tightness left her nipples and genitalia. She knew it was for the best. As much fun as it might be to bring herself to multiple orgasms, she needed to be up early in the morning.




Cybercock Ch. 01



Stacy picked up the toy and looked at it, considering. She could flush the nano and be done with it at any time, but the journey thus far had been amazing, if a little bumpy. Instead, she went for the off switch and felt the toy go dead in her hands. She washed it thoroughly and set it on her dresser, standing it on its base. Finally, she removed her rig before collapsing into bed, too exhausted to even follow through with her usual nightly ritual.



Cybercock Ch. 02



Stacy woke in the early morning to an odd sensation in her groin. She flicked on the lamp and blinked against a fog clouding her vision. She growled in annoyance and stumbled to the bathroom to wash her hands before plucking the run-down contacts from her eyes. She got a fresh pair from the bathroom drawer and they quickly powered up, overlaying the real world with icons and status text from the sink, the bathroom lights, and various personal items like her toothbrush, which was 40% charged. Standing nude before the mirror, she took a minute to brush her teeth, clearing the foul taste from her mouth, as the tight, stiff feeling near her groin continued unabated.

Stacy returned to the bedroom and looked at the toy on her dresser. An icon illuminated as her gaze fixed on it, showing its status as inactive. She frowned and pulled up the menu, but most of the icons were grayed out, indicating that it needed to be turned on for the options to be accessible. With a sigh, she powered it up. A progress meter indicated its steady climb from room temperature to body temperature, but she ignored that. She had intended to search the options again, but found that it was no longer necessary. The sensation at the top of her groin had vanished the moment it switched on, replaced by the faint sensation of the desk felt around the edges of the toy's base. She squinted at the thing for a moment before looking down at the "Off" icon.

The cybercock powered down and the tactile sense from it faded. Stacy turned and headed back to her bed, but before she could slip beneath the sheets, the other sensation returned, that same vaguely uncomfortable sense of tightness. Fully awake now, she thought about it carefully, about what the feeling represented. It felt as though she had a penis, extending from just above her clitoris, and she could swear it felt like it was erect. In fact, it was exactly the feeling that she had gotten last night when she became aroused, only then it had been pleasurable. This was just distracting, like an itch she couldn't get to.

Stacy powered the toy back on and the uncomfortable sensation once more vanished. The option to flush the nano was there and she almost went for it, but a new concern stopped her. What if this feeling of erection didn't go away when the nano was gone? What if the little bots had somehow restructured her brain? She called up the sensitivity setting and dialed it down to zero. The faint sensation from the toy faded to nothing. She waited, halfway into her bed, but the phantom erection did not return. She toggled the lamp off with her gaze, rolled to her side and fell asleep in minutes.

Stacy's alarm went off at six-thirty. Her rig, which she hung from a hook near the bed to charge, triggered the pseudo-implants in each ear canal to begin playing Bach's Concerto No. 3, slowly increasing in volume until she stirred. The music faded to a murmur in the background, programmed not to stop until she actually got up and commanded it to, and to get louder again if she started to fall back to sleep. She sat up, yawned and stretched, humming along to the concerto that her ears told her was presently occupying much of the room. She turned her head to the right and found the icon for the shower, activating it as she got out of bed. A good steam was already brewing by the time she got in.

Scrubbed clean, Stacy dried off and reached for her rig. The garment consisted of a large patch of skin-toned fabric and four thin strips of cloth, two at the top and two at the bottom. She draped it across her back and the actuated fibers at the top and bottom moved to wrap around her torso at her belt line and across the top of her shoulders, using van der Walls forces to grip her skin snugly.

The large patch of fabric on her back contained capacitor fibers and a thin computer and transceiver that would interface with her contact lenses and with the world of network nodes and data streams all around her. The whole inner surface wicked sweat away through hydrophobic channels. Other fluid channels within the fabric would carry heat out into a tiny forest of fibers that sprouted almost invisibly from the back of the neck, keeping the electronics cool. At the expense of a little extra power, it could even cool off the wearer to some extent.

Stacy donned her undergarments next, her awareness of the rig fading almost as soon as it had attached itself to her skin. She headed for the kitchen next and poured a tall, steaming mug of coffee. She took a long sip, sighed in contentment, and then, looking down, uttered a single word. "Shit."

The phantom erection was back. She must have gotten too far from the toy's very short radio range. Stacy stalked back to the bedroom, coffee in hand. When she got about ten feet from her dresser, the sensation vanished. "Looks like you're going to work with me, big boy," she said to the inanimate thing. She could carry it in her purse, but it was large enough that she would have to remove items and would run the risk of it being seen if she needed to pull anything else out of it.

A wry smile crept into her lips as a completely different alternative came to mind. She went out to the kitchen and found the box the toy had come in, quickly hurrying back to the bedroom before the phantom erection could come back. She unfolded the harness and looked at it. It had articulated fibers that stretched when she pulled at them and slowly contracted it back into its former shape when released. She lowered the garment and stepped into it, drawing it up her legs to above her knees. She plucked the toy off of the dresser and pushed it out through the top hole in the harness before pulling it up the rest of the way.

The fibers subtly adjusted, conforming to her shape without constricting. She turned sideways and looked at a mirror across the room. The base of the toy fit snugly against her and the length of it stuck out. It looked like it was a part of her, simply poking out through the hole in the front of the harness. She expected the sight to unnerve her, but on the contrary, she thought it actually looked kind of sexy, in a kinky sort of way. She dressed the rest of the way and found that, with panties on and applying steady pressure, the toy flexed very slowly, allowing it to be bent downward and tucked along her body. She had been afraid that it would be obvious, but there really wasn't even a discernible bulge.

She was finding, though, that the complete lack of sensation was actually a distraction in itself, as the toy felt like a warm piece of flesh touching her thighs. She called up the sensitivity dial and set it at 10, then to 20. Now the pieces all fell into place, and she felt that she could forget that it was even there. She quickly downed a bowl of cereal and triggered the house's door locks and security alarm with a glance as she closed the door

At work, Stacy pulled up the schedule on her optics and groaned. She had forgotten that there was a training session today. The title of the module, "Preventing Sexual Harassment in the Workplace", made her pretend to gag theatrically.

"You're up for the sexual harassment training?" That came from Mark, standing and looking down over the wall separating their cubicles.

"Yes," Stacy said. "How'd you know?"

"You sounded like you were about to lose your lunch. I figured you either got the scrambled eggs from the cafeteria, or you were assigned the training."

"I know about the eggs," Stacy said. "But these things always bore me to tears."

"Mine was a few days back. I took notes. You never know when you might need to sexually harass someone."

Stacy chuckled. "So it's not too bad then?"

"You'll want to stab your eyes out with a pencil before it's over," Mark assured her. "Have fun and good luck."

"Yeah," Stacy muttered, setting her rig to automatically link to the training session, "right."

Stacy got to work on the new proposal, but she had barely gotten the basics tweaked on the document template when a blinking icon appeared in her optics. She saved the document and selected the icon with a glance.

After several seconds of mind-numbing jazz music, her vision was filled with a virtual display showing a man and woman seated together at a table, tablets lying in front of them. Both of them were young and attractive. It was a 3D render, but a much poorer job than the movie she had watched last night. The virtual actors' looked human, but their movements had a slight jerkiness to them that was off-putting.

They were talking animatedly, but the voices were muted. A voiceover spoke in Stacy's ears. "You might think that sexual harassment will never happen to you, but it affects thousands of men and women in the US alone. You might think that when it happens, it's no big deal, but its effects go far beyond those who are the victims of it. It can also happen in ways you might not expect. Imagine if this were to happen to you." The voices of the two people were suddenly audible.

"You're really a valuable member of the team, Bob," the woman said, and put her hand on his arm. "I've been thinking that you'd be the perfect candidate for that promotion."

The man, Bob, looked down at the woman's hand in apparent confusion and back up to her face. "Well, Cindy, that's very nice of you to say. And I do hope I get it."

Stacy rolled her eyes at the bad acting and horrible dialogue. The image on her optics distorted for a second, but it returned to focus all too quickly.

Cindy smiled. "You know, it might make a big difference if I were to put in a letter of recommendation for you." She leaned closer and dropped her hand from his shoulder to the top of his thigh. "Of course, I would expect something nice in return."

The image froze. "Now, if you were Bob," the voiceover said, "what would you do?"

"I would shoot myself," Stacy murmured.

The voiceover responded back to her. "I'm sorry, I did not catch that. Can you please repeat your response?"

"Oh, shit, this thing's interactive?" Stacy complained. "Mark, you ass. Why didn't you warn me?" Interactive training modules were the worst, because you were forced to pay attention.

The voiceover waited a moment and then spoke more insistently. "I do not understand. Please pick from among these choices a course of action for Bob to take." The options, "Accept Cindy's offer", "Walk away", and "Report the incident to your supervisor" appeared on the virtual screen.

The response that she was supposed to pick was painfully obvious, but Stacy was in a foul mood. She chose, "Accept Cindy's offer".

The voiceover sounded disapproving. "Accepting favors from coworkers in return for sex is not only immoral, but it can lead to embarrassment, regret, disease and even termination of employment." The frozen image changed to a bedroom where Cindy began to kiss Bob forcefully, with the text "that night" flashing across the bottom of the screen.

"Now that's more like it," Stacy said, settling back to watch. She found that despite the poor quality of the render, she was getting aroused. Bob appeared to be having second thoughts, but Cindy pushed on with her seduction.

Unfortunately, the scene only went for a few more seconds before fading to black. It faded in after a moment, showing Bob at a new desk. He stared at his computer screen. The voiceover resumed. "Bob got his promotion, but he keeps thinking about how he sacrificed his integrity and risked his health and livelihood to get it."

A woman appeared in the frame. "Excuse me, Robert Smith?"

Bob nodded. "Yes, can I help you?"

"You'll need to come with me. We have allegations that you have violated the company's anti-fraternization policy. As you know, it is a serious charge and could result in your termination."

Stacy could see how this was going to go. Whatever choice she picked would be used to illustrate a point and hammer home the central message until there was no chance that even a complete idiot would miss it. She picked the "wrong" choice at the next scene just to be stubborn and for the remote chance of a little titillation.

"How long is this training?" she asked Mark.

He didn't answer and she stood to peek around the wall, the training in her optics going slightly transparent to allow her to see around her. His desk was empty, so he must have had a meeting to go to. Their cubicles were tucked away into an alcove separate from the main floor, so there was no one else around to talk to. Stacy settled back into her chair, annoyed at being denied the chance to commiserate with a fellow human being who had suffered through the pain she was experiencing.

She blew out a breath and, knowing that the training deserved exactly none of her attention, called up the menu for the cybercock. She flipped through the icons she had played with before, and came to a new one, "orgasm threshold". Below that was one that read "ejaculatory reflex" and could be toggled on or off. It was off by default. She chose the first option and was presented with another sliding scale that went from 0 to 100. It was currently set at 50. She dialed it down to 40 and waited a few seconds, but nothing happened. She went down to 20 but stopped, not sure what might happen if she took it all the way down to zero.

Next she went for the arousal setting. It was currently hovering at 35, so she set it for 50. Her heart rate and breathing increased with her excitement, but the physical sensations that should have accompanied it felt dull. She remembered, then, the sensitivity setting, which she had dialed down to 10. She pushed it up to 50 and was rewarded with a rush of sensation all over her body. The toy itself, almost forgotten until now, felt hard and sensitive tucked in against her thighs. She squirmed slightly in her chair, causing it to rub against her clothing, and tingles of pleasure seemed to run up its length and settle deeply into her warm center.

She had the urge to pull the thing out and stroke it, but couldn't chance someone happening by. Instead, she tried pushing the sensitivity higher still, all the way to 65. She knew she had gone beyond some tipping point when she felt the pleasure increase and the heavy, tight feeling in her body steadily build. Without warning, a wave of pleasure crested over her body. It was gentle, but unmistakably an orgasm. 

Stacy clamped her teeth together to keep from moaning. The climax passed and she opened her eyes. In her distraction, she had failed to notice that the training had presented her with another scenario. She chose, "Report the incident to human resources", knowing that it had to be the best answer.

The waves of pleasure emanating from her groin continued unabated through it all. Within a minute, another mild orgasm blossomed within her. The next started before the last had even faded away, as did the next after that. They soon began to blend together, putting her in an almost continual state of mild orgasm. She remembered every minute or so to open her eyes and make a choice for the training.

"Uh, Stacy?"

Stacy started and nearly fell out of her chair. She hurriedly dialed the sensitivity back down to 10 before looking over her shoulder. "Hi, Liz."

The video from the training had paused and gone nearly transparent over her field of view, and her friend from IT was standing there with a cord dangling from one hand. "Hey, just replacing a cable in Dave's office. Are you okay? You look really flushed." 

"I'm, uh, fine," Stacy said. One last orgasm rolled through her forcing her breath out in a grunt.

"Hey, if you're feeling sick, you ought to go home."

"No, really," Stacy sighed. "I'm fine. I'm just taking the sexual harassment training."

"Ah," Stacy said. "Say no more. That one felt like being lobotomized with a rusty putty knife. Just keep turning the poor bastards in to HR and you'll get through it quick."

"Yeah, I figured that out."

"Well, good luck."

The thought occurred to Stacy that Liz might be able to help with her problem. "Hey, Liz?" she said, and then hesitated.

Liz had started to leave, but came back. "Whatcha need?"

Stacy felt the flush coming back into her face. "Well, I was wondering if you could come to my house tonight-," she stopped, mortified. How was she going to explain to Liz that her problem was that she had dosed herself with unknown nanos and connected her nervous system to a sex toy, and now couldn't turn the thing off without suffering distracting discomfort? "It's a computer problem," she blurted. "If-if you could come over, but promise to be discreet about it—"

Liz laughed. "A little computer trouble is nothing to be ashamed of. Don't worry about it. How does six-thirty sound? Just message me your address. If you make me dinner, I won't charge you a thing, okay hon'?"

"Yeah, okay."

"Well, then. It's a date." Liz sauntered off, whistling a tune, and Stacy had crane her neck out of her cubicle to give her retreating back a second glance. Had Liz winked at her? No, had to be her imagination.

"Are you still there?" the training module asked her.

"Yes, unfortunately," she grumbled, and the seemingly endless training resumed.

Stacy got through it eventually and accepted the thing's patronizing congratulations for finishing. Mark had been right. If she ever needed to sexually harass someone, the training had taught her how to go about it. The work day dragged again, and she was tempted to play with the settings on the cybercock again, but controlled her curiosity. Besides, she needed to figure out how she was going to handle Liz showing up at her house this evening. By 5 o'clock, she had resolved to take the coward's way out and lie. Then she would contact Funtronics and explain what had happened. If she had to choose between having to face Mr. Okura's endless apologies and being embarrassed in front of Liz, she would go for the former.

Stacy got home half an hour later and decided to go ahead with making dinner for Liz. If she was going to come out to her house for nothing, the least she could do was make good on her promise. Besides, she made a mean fettuccine alfredo. She was still cooking when Liz arrived, a few minutes early.

"Hi," she said, when Stacy opened the door.

Stacy stared in shock. She had never seen her friend in anything but a suit and slacks, but now she was wearing a low-cut blouse, skirt, heels, and stockings. Stacy hadn't yet bothered to change out of her work clothes. "Hi," Stacy said, blinking. "You look great."

"Thanks, hon'," Liz said, and leaned over to give Stacy a quick peck. "Hope you don't mind I'm early."

"Uh, no," Stacy said. Was Liz in the habit of kissing her friends on the lips? She'd been out on a couple of company functions with her and several other people from the office, but of course she would be a little more formal in that kind of environment. "Come on inside. I'm just finishing up with the food."

"Smells wonderful," Liz said as she stepped through the door.

"Go ahead and have a seat at the table," Stacy said, gesturing. There were already two Caesar salads and a pair of iced teas waiting.

Liz sat and Stacy drained the pasta before dishing up two plates and adding the alfredo with spinach and mushrooms. She took out the breadsticks warming in the oven and drizzled them with olive oil, garlic, and basil. Liz was watching her as she brought the food over, her lips curled in a slight smile. "It all looks amazing," she said, picking up a fork. She took a bite of the salad and nodded her approval. "Most people would just go out, but I like a girl who can cook."

"Yeah," Stacy said, confused again by her friend's words." You save a lot of money that way, and I like to experiment in the kitchen."

They ate in silence for a minute, long enough for the stretch to start to feel uncomfortable. Stacy thought that Liz must be waiting for her to speak, so she broke the silence. "So how are things at work?"




Cybercock Ch. 02



Liz shrugged. "Same old. Marketing has been a pain in the ass. The sales website has been down about ten times in the last month. I keep telling them that the problem is in the data center in Chicago, but they seem to think that I can solve it by upgrading our network here on site. So we've had two conference calls with the CIO in the last week. He confirmed my findings and is working on getting them a new host, but I'm still getting work requests every day to look at the network. Idiots."

Liz never minced words with anyone. If she didn't like what you were doing, she would tell you right up front. If she called someone an idiot behind their back, it was only because she had already said it to their face.

"That sucks," Stacy said. "I hate when people take up your time for no reason." She felt like an ass right after she said it.

"So, at the risk of bringing up a sore subject," Liz said, putting down her fork, "I want to talk to you about Vicki Banks."

Stacy shrugged. "I told you, it's fine. When she's been in the job a while, she'll start to straighten out."

"Hmm," Liz said with a frown. She finished off her pasta and tore a piece from one of the breadsticks. She obviously had something on her mind, and Stacy gave her a minute to work it out. Finally, she said, "Stacy, honey, I don't know how else to tell you this. Vicki has been taking credit for your work."

Stacy shook her head slightly. "No. Everyone knows that I design the power systems for our buildings."

Liz had a look of pity on her face. "Do you remember about four months back, just a few weeks after you got here? They handed you a real mess of a design from that guy they fired, what was his name?"

Stacy thought back. "Stephen. No, Stephan." He'd overridden the software in several places, reducing the gauge of transmission lines and sending marginally unsafe levels of current down them. He had obviously been trying to cut costs and increase efficiency, but running his design through a risk analysis model had shown that the increased risk of fire would push insurance premiums above what the design would save in materials costs after just the first year. They had hired Stacy to replace him, and she had fixed the flaws and changed out their planned capacitor bank for a cheaper and newer model that got them the cost savings he had promised while actually increasing the safety.

"Did you ever wonder why no one from management sent you a thank you or congratulations for saving a client thirty thousand dollars?"

"Vicki took credit for that?" Stacy asked in a tone of disbelief.

"That and two other major improvements you made on projects since you've been here. The higher-ups think Vicki is the star of your team. She got a mid-year raise, and you know that never happens. There's talk that she might be up for a promotion."

Stacy stared at the remains of her food in shock that quickly turned to anger. She had been feeling a little underappreciated, but she thought that maybe her contributions just weren't all that big a deal. "That evil little, conniving. . ."

"Bitch?" Liz asked. She took a sip of her iced tea. "That's good, by the way," she said. "Is that peach?"

Stacy nodded. "I can't believe it. I never liked her, but I thought she was just kind of a twit."

"She's not dumb. She just has no imagination. She doesn't stand out. That's why she has to take credit from you." Liz looked around. "Can we go sit somewhere more comfortable while we talk?"

They both picked up their drinks and went into the living room. Liz sat on the sofa and Stacy took the chair adjacent to it. Stacy took a sip of her tea and sighed heavily. She looked at Liz. "How did you find out about this?"

"Vicki's manager, Divya, was gushing about her during the last quarterly review. I was skeptical, but kept quiet. I guess no one else found it odd that all of Vicki's amazing improvements happened to occur in your area of expertise. What I want to know now is, what are we going to do about it? I think you need to expose her. Go straight to Divya and show her."

That would destroy Vicki. The company had no tolerance for that kind of deception, nepotism or not. "I'll need to think about it first," Stacy said. "The McGowen contract is going into production now, and I don't want to disrupt that."

Liz didn't look happy about that. "Just don't wait too long. If she gets promoted before you come out with this, you're going to embarrass a lot of people, not just Divya. And use my name if you have to. No one's about to push me around. You don't mess with IT. We get to decide who lives and who dies."

Stacy laughed at that. Knowing that Liz had her back made her feel better about the whole thing.

"So, tell me," Liz said, giving her a sidelong look. "Are you really having problems with your computer?" She put her hand on Stacy's on the arm of the chair and stroked it slowly with her fingers.

"Yeah," Stacy said, taken off guard. "Well it kind of. . . I think it fixed itself or—"

"Oh, then it seems that we have the rest of the evening to spend together." She took Stacy's hand in her own, still rubbing the back of it with the fingers of her other hand.

"Uh. . ."

"You know, you've been driving me crazy since you got here. Even though we're in different departments, I thought it would look better if you made the first move. A department head initiating the relationship would cast me in suspicion. They don't teach you that in sexual harassment training modules." Liz got up from the couch and knelt on the floor in front of Stacy. She placed Stacy's hand on her cheek, closed her eyes and smiled. "I was always finding excuses to come over and talk to you, but I was starting to think you'd never work up the courage to ask me out."

"Um," Stacy said, carefully extracting her hand. She thought over the day's events at a furious pace, putting the pieces together. "I'm sorry, I think there's been a bit of a mistake."

Liz drew herself up slowly. "What do you mean?"

"I didn't ask you here as a date," Stacy said.

"You didn't?" Her tone was flat.

"No, I—I really did have a technical problem, and—"

"Oh." Liz stood up and walked a few steps away. She shook her head. "God, you must think I'm an ass."

"No!" Stacy said, standing and hurrying over. "No, I like you, I do. But I have a boyfriend and—"

"I know you have a boyfriend," Liz said, backing up a step. Her face had gone pink with embarrassment. "I also know you have an open relationship. I didn't think it was a problem. I thought you were sending me signals today. You were flushed and stammering. I thought it was so cute. You're not usually so nervous around me, so I jumped to the conclusion that you were asking me out." She grimaced and blinked a few times, apparently holding back tears. "I'm sorry, I'd better go."

She started for the door, but Stacy caught her hand. "Wait, Liz. Please, I need to apologize. This is all my fault. The reason I was all flustered and stammering today. . ." Liz watched her warily while Stacy tried to think through how and what she wanted to say. She took a deep breath. "Okay, okay. Maybe I'd better just show you." She unbuttoned and zipped down her pants, quickly, before she lost her nerve, and pushed her panties down to reveal the cybercock in its harness.

Liz stared down at her crotch, then at her face, then back down at her crotch. "Stacy, honey, I'm getting mixed signals here. You just rejected me a minute ago. And, you know, I never would have guessed that you were trans, but I guess I could handle it." 

Stacy's face went so red that it was almost purple. She barely paused to take breaths as she spoke. "No, it's not that, just listen. I got this package a few days ago, and I called about it, and the guy said it was a mistake and to just throw it away. Only I got curious about it and I was kind of, you know, feeling aroused, so I decided to get it out but it was cold, and the manual said I needed to take a nano-capsule, so I did and then—"

"You grew a dick?!" Liz interjected, her eyes going wide.

Stacy looked down at the thing and back up at Liz. "What? No. This isn't real. It's in a harness, see?" She pulled the skintight fabric away from her skin, showing that the toy moved with it. "What I'm trying to say is that it's interfaced with my brain and now I can't take turn it off without getting this weird, annoying feeling. I had to wear it under my clothes all day."

Liz gestured to the sofa. "Okay, we'd better sit down and talk." Stacy sat and Liz took the cushion next to her. Stacy tucked the toy back under her clothes. "So, you put this thing on and took a nano-capsule, it interfaced with your brain, and then what?"

"Well, I didn't put it on last night, but yeah, basically. So, I, uh, played with it last night for a while. Then I switched it off and went to bed. When I woke up, I felt what I can only describe as the feeling that I had an erection. I tried turning it back on and the feeling seemed to go away, but the range is limited, so I had to wear it to work."

"Can I see it again?"

"Sure." Stacy lifted her butt and pulled her pants down enough to free the toy.

"It looks amazingly real," Liz said. "Can I touch it?"

Stacy hesitated but then shrugged. "Y-yeah, sure."

Liz grasped it around the shaft, gave it a little squeeze and a pull. She traced a finger around the glans and Stacy had to swallow back a moan, despite the low sensitivity setting. Liz stopped, looking at her curiously. "Did you feel that?"

Stacy nodded. "Yeah, that's the nanos. They hooked into my brain somehow and make me feel whatever the cybercock feels."

Liz laughed. "Cybercock?"

Stacy shrugged. "That's what it's called. The company that makes it is Funtronics."

"Well, there's a node here," Liz said. "I'm going to go in and see what I can find."

"Okay, I'll give you the password."

"Already past it," Liz said. "You really need to learn to choose better passwords. I'm looking at the main menu now. So, you wanted me to come over and cure you of these phantom erections, so now I have to ask you an important question. You're a smart girl, so I would be rather surprised if you didn't think to simply use the command here to flush the nanos from your system."

"It occurred to me," Stacy said, "but I was afraid that the sensation might not go away."

Liz nodded. "Okay, that's sensible. There should be a maintenance menu here some—ah, there we go. Okay, I see some diagnostics routines and various reports. This one looks interesting. Here, let me stream it to you."

A prompt popped up from Elizabeth Sterling. Stacy accepted the data stream, a video, and set it to play on a virtual screen. It was a rotating three-dimensional model of a human brain, with a pair of multicolored streaks situated toward the back and on both sides. "Those are your parietal lobes," Liz said. "The nanos also interface with the frontal lobes to regulate arousal, but I left that layer off. The nanos are sending sensory stimulus directly into your cerebral cortex. Hmm, I wonder if I can shut off the sensory data without cutting the link." She concentrated for a few seconds, her fingers moving in the air as she manipulated virtual objects. "There, feel any different?"

Stacy started to shake her head in negation, but stopped. She grimaced. "Yeah, the phantom hardon is back."

"Good," Liz said, but didn't elaborate for a few seconds. "There, I think I found it. There is a miscalibration in the sensory feedback loop that the nanos maintain. Normally, you should only get that feeling when you're aroused to the point that you're about to have sex. From the diagnostics, it seems like the nanos seem to be having a little trouble with your physiology. They need the sensory data from the toy to maintain the correct tactile model. I don't think I can fix it, but we might be able to set up a workaround so you don't have to keep wearing this thing at work. That is, unless you just want to flush the nanos. That will actually cure you of it."

"Uh," Stacy said, suddenly unsure. "Well, I don't know."

Liz gave her a look of amusement. "You've been having fun with this thing, haven't you? Here, I'll restore the sensory link."

As she said it, the phantom erection disappeared. "That's better."

"I figure we can modify the link to work over the internet. That way you can leave it at home and charging. There will be some latency, but that shouldn't matter. I'm going to check the event logs to get a better idea how the data packets work over the wireless." She paused. "Oh, this is interesting."

"What?"

"Well, let's see. 8:49:33. Orgasm threshold reduced to 40, then again to 20. Then sensitivity increased. Then, at 8:58:14, orgasm. Then again at 8:59:22, then 9:00:08. Jesus, this says you were having orgasms every twenty to thirty seconds for like a half hour. Then the sensitivity gets changed again a few minutes after 9:30, right about the time I dropped by." Liz suddenly smiled. "Oh, my. That's just. . . that's just naughty. The threshold controls how much stimulation it takes to trigger an orgasm and sensitivity modulates the amount of stimulation coming from the cybercock. You were giving yourself dozens of mini-orgasms instead of paying attention to your training. Then, when I came along. . ."

Stacy was red-faced yet again. "Yeah, I was really bored with the training so I started fooling around with the settings. I didn't really know what I was doing—"

"But you didn't try to stop it. No wonder you were all flustered and practically reeking of sex."

"You must think I'm some kind of pervert."

"Why? Because you like sex? I would be such a hypocrite if I judged you like that. And I can see why you're reluctant to just get rid of this thing. There have been some teleconferences I've wished I could orgasm my way through. This must be the most outstanding sex toy ever devised. I think I want one."

"It's a Japanese company," Stacy said. "I'll give you the number." She sighed. "Look, I'm really sorry for the misunderstanding. I never realized you had a thing for me."

"Well, then you certainly know how to flirt without meaning to. How about that time you kissed me outside Louie's Bar?"

Stacy had to think hard to remember it. She had gone out a few times with her coworkers after work for drinks and done some pretty silly things. The incident Liz referred to had been a few weeks ago. "I was drunk," she said. "We both were. Remember, Dawn had to drive us home. And if I recall correctly, I did that on a dare."

Liz frowned. "Hmm, I remember it differently. You used your tongue."

Stacy blushed. "Hey, I was drunk."

Liz sighed heavily. "Okay, I get it. Straight as an arrow, huh?" She stood. "Guess I should be going then."

Stacy really did feel bad for misleading her best friend. "Liz, wait. Look, I'm sorry about all this. I'm a little obtuse sometimes when it comes to relationships. I do really like you, but more than that just never occurred to me. I didn't even know you were lesbian."

"Bi," Liz corrected. "Okay, I'm about seventy percent into girls, but I have enjoyed the occasional Oscar Meyer wiener."

"Well," Stacy said slowly, "maybe I'm a little bit bi too." She didn't make that admission lightly. That kiss outside Louie's really had been hot, and she was recalling details now, like how Liz hand given her butt a squeeze, that was putting the incident in a whole new light. "Maybe we can get together sometime. And we can go on a real date."

"Well, this was a real date," she said, "up until about ten minutes ago when things got weird. But I'll go if you want me to."

"Please, stay," Stacy said, feeling a little light-headed and shaky. She wasn't at all sure about this, but the prospect of an intimate relationship with another woman was exciting her more than she could have imagined. "W-what do we do next?"

"How about this?" Liz asked. She sat next to Stacy and put her arms around her, drawing her in to rest her head against her shoulder. She gave her a kiss on the top of her head.

"That's kind of nice," Stacy said.

Liz put one hand under Stacy's chin, lifted it, and gave her a long, gentle kiss. "Still feeling a little bit bi?" she asked. "It's okay to back out now, if you want to. But I like kissing you."

"No, I'm good," Stacy said. She appreciated that Liz was taking her time and giving Stacy plenty of opportunity to stop everything if she needed to. "Can I touch your boobs?"

Liz laughed. "You can touch me anywhere you want, hon'. No limits tonight and no obligation, just good friends having fun."

"No limits," Stacy repeated. She cupped a hand on one of Liz's breasts. It was smaller than her own, maybe a C-cup, but soft and warm even beneath her clothes. Stacy spread her fingers over it and squeezed. Liz put her head back and drew a ragged breath.

"Your arousal is up to 40," Liz said suddenly. Stacy hadn't realized that she was still inside the interface. "Looks like you really are bisexual."

"I've been wondering what the numbers mean," Stacy said, still rubbing and kneading Liz's breast beneath her dress.

"I've been browsing the manual here and there. It looks like 50 represents a baseline for what you would experience during sex, doubling in intensity for every 10 on the scale. Let's try putting your arousal up to 75, shall we?"

Stacy's body reacted to the change, ramping her up quickly, but the need was immediately strongest in her mind. She wanted sex so badly. She wanted to fuck and be fucked. Her pussy ached to be filled and the phantom erection was back, only now it felt natural. It felt good. Most distressing of all, the affection that she felt for her friend had suddenly blossomed into an intense attraction. Her curious arousal had become an intense lust. "Liz?"

"The sensitivity is way too low," Liz said. "65 for that."

"Ah!" Stacy cried, as sensation shot through the toy that seemed suddenly energized. Without thinking, her hands found and began to stroke the fake cock. It seemed that she could feel every little bump and ridge of her hand and it all felt incredible.

"Hmm, you're rising towards orgasm already. Let's increase your threshold up to 50. Don't want to have you blow too quickly." She felt the tightening toward orgasm retreat somewhat.

"Wow, that's pretty cool," Liz said. "I think you've had enough, though." She chuckled. "I just wanted to see how effective this thing is, since I plan to get one. I'll turn you down now."

"No," Stacy said. Somehow, through her haze of lust, Stacy had the wherewithal to change her password, ejecting Liz from the cybercock interface. 

"What?" It was Liz's turn to sound surprised. "Stacy, I'm sorry. I was going to change things back. Just turn the settings back down and you'll go back to normal."

"No," Stacy repeated. She knew what she wanted, and she was going to get it. She reached over and grabbed Liz's opposite shoulder and pulled her towards herself. She mashed their lips together and thrust her tongue hungrily into the other woman's mouth, pausing only for a moment to pant before doing it again. Liz was too shocked to react for a moment, but she recovered quickly. Her hands went to work on Stacy's blouse and then the bra beneath.

"I need to fuck you," Stacy said into Liz's ear, almost growling with the intensity of it.

"Okay, okay. Just give me a moment to catch up, hon'," Liz said. "And help me out of these clothes."

They both stood and Stacy helped her wriggle out of the dress. Stacy's cock seemed to pulse in time to her heartbeat, demanding to be sheathed somewhere warm and wet. "Suck me," Stacy said, pushing the other woman down onto the couch. She grabbed the cybercock by the shaft and pressed towards Liz's lips. Liz hesitated a moment before opening her mouth. Stacy thrust forward, moaning out a "yes!" as warm wetness engulfed her cock.




Cybercock Ch. 02



She had the impulse to grab Liz's head and thrust the thing deep into her throat, but the part of her still in control of her faculties resisted that urge, allowing Liz to set the pace. Her licking and sucking all around the head of Stacy's cock made her moan and tremble. After a moment, her friend pulled back, still stroking a hand along the shaft, studying Stacy's crotch. She hooked a finger under one edge of the harness and pressed inside, finding Stacy's pussy damp and swollen.

"Oh my God!" Stacy cried as both of her sex organs, one natural and one artificial, were stimulated at the same time. When Liz put the cock back in her mouth, Stacy's knees nearly buckled from the pleasure. She wondered at how she could withstand so much stimulation. This intense, it should have overloaded and crossed over into pain.

After a few minutes of this, Liz took her mouth away to speak. "I must admit, even though this isn't how I envisioned our evening going, it's pretty hot. Do you think you might be able to do something for me now?"

Stacy's mind had been filled with all kinds of lewd imagery, but even so, she was a little shocked by the words that came out of her. "I want to lick your pussy."

Liz fell back onto the sofa and pushed her hips to the edge of the cushion. Panting in desire, Stacy dropped to all fours and peeled her friend's panties away to get a look at the prize beneath. Liz's pussy was shaved smooth and was absolutely beautiful to her lust-addled eyes. The desire to bury her face between Liz's legs was so strong that she barely managed to pull the panties off around her ankles before doing so.

She felt Liz stiffen as her tongue pushed into her. "Yes! Oh, Stacy, yes." Liz's hands came up to stroke the top and back of Stacy's head tenderly. She had never done this before, so she went as slowly as her overdriven lust would let her, but her friend seemed to be enjoying what she was doing immensely, and using her hands and movement of her body to subtly guide her.

Stacy's desire was flaring ever higher, and the lack of attention to her own body was making her even crazier desire. When she looked up and spoke, her voice was low and hoarse with need. "I want to fuck you, Liz. Right now."

Liz nodded slowly, her eyes glassy and distant. Stacy rose up on her knees, feeling awkward and unskilled despite her body's needs. The cock strapped to her seemed to throb, feeling huge and stiff. She moved forward until the head of the thing pressed against the junction of Liz's thigh and her body. She took it in her hand and rubbed it up and down over her friend's slit, and both girls moaned at the contact.

Stacy pressed forward, holding the toy steady in one hand, and watched in fascination as the head slipped inside her friend's body. She had to stop for a second to appreciate the sensations, more than quadrupled by the software, coursing through her. Her body's need for more won out, though, and she pressed onward until she felt a gentle bump, both at the head of the cock and the front of her thighs.

Stacy waited while Liz took a few deep breaths. "I've never been this full before," she said wonderingly. "And I think you hit my g-spot on the way in, too."

"Supposed to be . . ." Stacy said, and gasped as she withdrew slowly. "The perfect size and shape. . ." Both girls cried out in ecstasy as she thrust forward again. "For maximum pleasure."

Liz half-giggled, half moaned. "That it is, hon'."

Stacy leaned forward to kiss Liz long and deep, gently fucking her all the while. Her orgasm came on suddenly, and she moaned into Liz's mouth, the pleasure and release making her fall limply against her. Liz's arms wrapped around her and held her tightly against her, her cock buried deep in her pussy. Her cock. Just when had she started thinking about it as part of herself? "Elizabeth, dear," Stacy said. "I have a question."

"Oh, so now you have time for introspection?"

Stacy laughed. "Sorry, I was kind of overwhelmed there for a bit. I'm handling it better now. Does this freak you out at all? I mean, what's happening here? Cause I'm starting to feel a little freaked out."

"Talk to me. Help me understand."

Stacy sighed. "I don't know how to put this. I've always liked you, but never like this. And I've never been with a girl, not even once. I didn't plan for things to go this far. I'm just afraid this isn't me."

"But it feels good, doesn't it?" Liz reached up to roll one of Stacy's nipples between her fingers and she shuddered, her hips moving seemingly of their own accord, merging with and heightening that pleasure further.

"Oh my God, it feels good," Stacy said breathlessly.

"Then why not enjoy it?" Liz grinned and touched a finger to Stacy's nose. "I want you to fuck me long and hard with that cock. I want you to fill my pussy over and over until I come, screaming and shaking. Can you do that?"

Liz's words fanned Stacy's lust so completely that it drowned out all rational thought. She began to fuck Liz so fast and hard that their bodies slapped together each time she thrust in. The pleasure was so deep, so all-encompassing that it seemed to fill her from head to toe. And the more she got, she more she wanted.

"Yes!" Liz cried, her voice lilting higher, "yes, yes, oh God, oh fuck!" And then she did scream, her body going rigid. Stacy slowed as she felt the convulsions squeezing her cock. Liz panted and screamed again, her limbs moving in little jerks. Stacy was close to coming herself, but she felt a gush of fluid on her thighs, and it surprised her enough to stop and pull out, afraid she had somehow hurt her friend.

Liz pulled her knees up and rolled onto her side, still jerking and making mewling noises deep in her throat. Stacy turned and sat on the couch next to her. Liz seemed completely unaware of her presence as she flinched and gasped every now and then. Stacy reached down and began to stroke Liz's hair and she immediately began to breathe more steadily. The tremors still went through her body every now and then, but she looked more comfortable and relaxed.

Minutes went by, and Stacy thought that Liz must have gone to sleep. She started to get up, but Liz caught her wrist. "Stay with me," she mumbled. "I'm not done with you yet."

"You look wiped out," Stacy said with a laugh. "You know you were curled into a fetal position?"

Liz roused herself further from her stupor and sat up. "Yeah, that was scary big. You were hitting my g-spot over and over again. I think I squirted all over your couch."

"Oh, is that what that was?" Stacy said, looking at the large wet spot on the edge of the cushion. "I've never come like that before."

"Only one girl could do that to me, make me come that big," Liz said. "There was one guy in college that did get me to squirt a few times, but not with the whole shaking, screaming, almost passing out thing you just did." She took Stacy's cock in her hand fondly, causing her to tense up and moan. Her concern had temporarily eclipsed her arousal, but it was quickly returning. "Oh, you must still have your settings turned up. Any chance I can get the password again? I'd like to try something. I think you'll like it."

"The password is 'getout'," Stacy said, lying back to let Liz have access to her body. The need for sex was coming on strongly again.

"Nice. I should have guessed." Her gaze flicked back and forth a few times as she adjusted menu settings on the toy. Making adjustments to my body, Stacy thought. "Okay, I'm going to take this thing off you now," she said, and began to tug the harness off.

"Careful," Stacy warned, feeling every bump as a little spike of pleasure. "Set it upright on its base," she said, once Liz had gotten it free.

"I'm going to show you how I make love to another woman," Liz said. "Here, turn to face me so you can lie back and I can get access to all your lady bits."

Stacy giggled. "If these are my lady bits, what's that thing?" She pointed to the cybercock, standing on the table.

"That is your other lady bit," Liz said, "now pay attention." She pushed Stacy's legs apart and crouched low on all fours between them. She leaned forward and licked a slow trail up the length of Stacy's pussy, ending with a flick over her clitoris that sent shivers up her spine. She didn't think the sensations were as intense as before, so she must have turned down the sensitivity a bit, but it felt wonderful all the same. Stacy laid back and closed her eyes, reveling in the sensations. An hour ago, it never would have even occurred to her that she might be having sex with her best friend from work. But now here she was, and enjoying herself far more than she would have thought possible.

She moaned softly as Liz's fingers joined her lips and tongue, first two, then three. She noticed that Liz seemed to be brushing the same spot with her fingertips over and over, and it added immensely to the pleasure coming from her clit. She wondered how she would feel about this tomorrow. Would she want to do this again with Liz? With any woman? At the moment, she couldn't imagine herself wanting to give this up, but things might be different in the morning.

Those thoughts drifted away as the pleasure began to override her senses. The noises coming from her were incoherent cries, and her hips rocked forward with each thrust of Liz's fingers. Her climax was slower in coming than it had been with the cybercock, but she could feel that it was going to be stronger, more intense.

She soon felt the rush of climax upon her, but with it was the urge like she needed to pee. She tried to clamp down on that, but her body didn't respond as it should have, and the orgasm swept all thoughts of it aside for the moment. The pleasure was overwhelming, like what had happened last night when she had used the toy on herself. Images and colors cascaded through her mind, and she was only dimly aware of her body shaking and twitching on the couch.

She gradually became aware of Liz's warm, nude body snuggled up against her back, a hand cupping her breast. She went to brush away an itch on her face and her hand came away wet. Apparently she had been so far gone that she was actually drooling. "What happened?" she asked, once her head was clear enough to speak.

"Oh, you went away for a little while there," Liz said. "How was the trip?"

"Funky," Stacy said.

Liz laughed. "Well, I hope you liked it, anyway. It looks like I might have to buy you a new sofa after tonight."

Stacy realized that the inside of her thighs and her butt were wet. "I think I peed," she said with a frown.

"Squirted," Liz corrected. "Female ejaculation. Not all women can do it, but in your case, I had a little help. Did you notice that toggle that says 'ejaculatory reflex'? Well, apparently it works in women too."

"What other controls did you mess with?" Stacy asked, not mad, just curious.

"Oh, I set everything else to auto," Liz said. "See for yourself."

Stacy checked and saw that it was true. "Okay, but why? You could have done anything you wanted."

"You said you weren't sure if what you were doing was really you, so I took out the guesswork. All your responses when I made love to you just now were genuine. That's nice to know, huh?"

It had been so good, it had never even occurred to Stacy that Liz hadn't cheated using the interface. "I think I'm ready for bed," Stacy said, gently disentangling herself from Liz. 

"Me too," Liz said. "Mind if we share yours?"

It really wasn't a difficult decision to make. Stacy smiled. "Sure."

Stacy cleaned the toy and set it out to charge. If she was going to leave it on all the time, she would need to be careful that it didn't go dead on her. She and Liz took a shower together and settled into bed, both still wiped out from the intense experience. Liz's body pressed up against her back, one hand slowly caressing her thigh. Her body felt warm and relaxed. "We should have done this months ago," she said.

Liz just chuckled and nuzzled the back of her neck.