Broken Window
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Chapter Four
"Shades," Ransom said as soon as we were inside the condo he shared with his girlfriend.
The ceiling became transparent then, like it was wide open under that bright blue sky and I looked around. It was an average place, I guessed, and typical for a citizen even though I didn't have a lot of experience with those people. Mostly all I knew was what I heard and saw on the H.V. from time to time. There was always a sitcom or a soap opera playing at the missions. People would rather watch holovision than eat, or so it seemed like to me sometimes.
Anyway, Ransom's place looked cool. A big open room, thirty foot ceilings and long silk drapes around the pillars. They puffed and billowed like pastel clouds and made me smile. There were some archways leading out towards the kitchen, a bedroom and a bathroom, maybe some other rooms. He had a balcony, a small one, looking down about a hundred feet to the form concourse, and beyond that it was a mile straight down to the streets below. Everything was glass and stainless steel, plastic done up like marble mostly, all white and breezy and clean.
There was all the stuff you'd look for too. Furniture, not new or old, but there to be used. H.V. and the Etherlink, a whole universe at your fingertips. Music and a lot of books. I picked one up and ran my finger along the spine, checking the contents. It was all new stuff, pop novels with romantic titles. Thirty of them collected in one volume and I watched the cover change as each title flashed up, dramatic alien landscapes and beautiful couples half dressed and kissing passionately. I couldn't tell them apart.
"Vivian reads those," Ransom shrugged.
"Looking for love, huh?" I grinned and tossed the book down.
"I guess," he shrugged. "I'll fix us something to eat. Viv will be home soon."
"You got a shower?" I asked him and he pointed me towards an arch.
"Through the bedroom, can't miss it."
"Cool." I needed to get cleaned up.
"You like Chinese?" Ransom asked me and I giggled. "What?"
"Nothing," I shook my head. "I just been seeing oriental stuff everywhere I look. It's good, yeah."
"Heh…Okay," he was grinning.
It's always sorta awkward being with someone like that. I mean, I'd gotten picked up before, you know, taken home after a night out and there's always a little time it takes to adjust. Outside is one thing, you can act a little weird there, but inside a home? Fuck. I never had one of my own. I always felt like I was visiting the zoo or something.
The bedroom was big, the whole place was really. Too big for the lack of stuff. But everything was small nowadays, getting smaller all the time too. The walls were wired, you could watch holo anywhere, listen to music in any room, surf the ether or whatever and never get out of bed. All that shit automated and waiting, cutting you down. Technology was bad sometimes. It put people to sleep.
I sat on the bed and emptied my pack first thing. I checked my seventy-seven, replacing the two rounds I'd fired, Leon and the Domme, and making sure the one in the chamber was good to go. I had seventeen shots and another clip and a half for reloads. It didn't have any safety but my finger pulling the trigger or not. Good gun though, for an old projectile weapon. Lots of people liked the new stuff, but old school was a lot cooler.
I set my PDU aside and my crucifix phone with it, my pink meth and the stim I was saving. I had clothes, old and new. I had some panties, a g-string, and another skirt, a lace bra with tiny cups, since I didn't have any tits. A tight little blouse with real buttons and everything. My old red hipsters, t-shirts and socks. Boxers. A sexy little silk camisole and a boy's leather harness with a g-string pouch just big enough for my little cock and balls. Those tourists had gone a little crazy and I shoulda pawned half that crap, but I never had nice clothes before, even if most of it was for a girl.
I stripped down, grabbed my gun and went into the bathroom.
"Lights," I said and the place lit up, all bright and spiffy clean. It had to be the cleanest bathroom I'd ever seen and the shower was a real one too, with real water. That was seriously sweet. Most places used sonic showers, like the missions, and those were okay, but they never really got my ass good and clean. This one was quality and I was gonna give myself an enema because my ass was full of William's old cum and itchy.
The hotel, that Four Seasons one, had bragged about its sonic bidet, piece of shit. It was good for old women who wanted to jill off, but that was about it.
I pulled the tape off my chest slowly, glad it wasn't the sticky kind. It just felt like a bunch of ants as the rubber let go of my skin. I tossed that stuff away. Body tape was the new thing cause it was retro and looked good, but it was all disposable and kind of a waste of credits in my opinion. I hadn't paid for it though, so I didn't care.
The water felt good and hot, steamy hot, and a serious luxury. They didn't get a lot of water downstairs where I lived. Citizens had it good. I played with different attachments and finally washed my ass with a small, curved nozzle shoved up my butt. Ransom's girlfriend had some nice toys and I'd been playing with my hard cocky for about ten minutes when I realized I wasn't alone. I almost reached for my gun, cause it was close and handy, but I killed that reflex fast. I'd just brought it with me so Ransom wouldn't do anything stupid if he saw it, like pick it up or something. People and pistols don't mix.
"Hi," the woman said, and I guessed her to be Viv and she was Japanese as hell. The Shiseido thing hadn't registered with me, but now it did.
"Hey," I nodded through the shower curtain, which was just a thin layer of nothing. It kept exposed moisture on one side or the other, but water wouldn't go though it.
"I'm Viv."
She looked like twenty something, not too short and not too thin, and perfectly proportioned. Viv had an oval face, big green occidental eyes, and a nice smile. She was made up nice too, like a Shiseido cosmetic girl should be, in her trick white miniskirt and taped up breasts. Just a wide strip of white across the nipples and around her back, pulling her ripe tits flat. They all dressed like that. Four inch heels and thigh high white stockings, and her face painted like a porcelain doll. She was perfect.
"I'm Bingo."
"I heard you killed someone." She didn't look happy or sad about it.
"She killed herself," I shrugged.
"Oh."
"I just helped."
"I didn't know it was a she."
"Yeah."
I was clean enough and I killed the water with a word, grabbing my gun and stepping through the curtain, all dry all of a sudden. I felt clean too, that was the best part, except I still had some water in my butt. The curtain didn't look inside a body, just outside. I had to blink a bunch of times cause my eyes were dry.
"How old are you?" Viv stepped back, giving me some room so I could sit on the toilet and lose the water.
"Thirteen," I looked at her. "Tube baby, huh?"
"Yeah." She didn't smile and didn't have to ask, it was obvious she didn't have a belly button.
"That's cool," I nodded and Viv didn't look relieved, but she probably was. People gave clones a hard time, but it wasn't her fault she didn't have no soul.
I'd never seen mine anyway.
"You're a Fucky Fucky Toy, huh?"
"Sometimes, yeah." I lifted my butt and the toilet flushed, real water again, and I got my ass washed and better yet, dried, which was all I really needed right then.
"Do you play the…What do they call it?"
"Lolita Game?" I was hunched over, looking up as she nodded. "Not really. I'm alone."
"I spend all my time up here," Viv said, meaning on the forms where it was clean and safe. "Well, except when I go to work."
"Sure," I stood up all naked for her. "You like me?"
"I don't know," she shrugged.
"I can be whatever you want," I smiled at her. "I mean, if you want a boy or girl or whatever."
"Ransom said you're beautiful."
"I was," I laughed lightly.
"Be a girl then, let me see."
"Okay."
"I'll do your makeup first," Viv smiled then, the first one she ever gave me, and it was going to be okay.
She was a real citizen, meaning Viv had never been anything else. Not like Ransom who had been from someplace else off-world, and an addict and was now reformed. Vivian had been grown here, replicated by Shiseido from some idealized salesgirl's DNA so that Viv would look and sound and act like a thousand other ones. Someone somewhere had decided that people liked that, customers would spend more if the same person was helping them shop everytime, everywhere.
It made people like Viv seem like…Furniture.
Viv was still a person though and had her own thoughts and dreams and life to lead. But it was slavery too; they just didn't call it that. Like where else was she gonna work? She only knew what they'd fed her in the tube, how to sell cosmetics or clothes or jewelry. Hatched her when she was maybe twelve or something and put her to work. Clones had a high suicide rate and some of the rest ended up in places like the Gutter, or worse. Not a lot of them, but enough so you knew they were there, like fallen angels clipped off their wings.
"How do I look?" I smiled for Viv and we'd spent almost an hour together, ignoring Ransom who'd eaten without us and complained until he saw what we were doing. Now he sat on the bed smiling.
"You were right," Viv sighed. "She's beautiful."
I wore the other skirt, which was tight and short, hugging my ass and I'd colored it black. The top was that lace bra, and I'd colored it red, like wet blood, all shiny against my pale skin. It looked liquid when I moved and it had cost a William a thousand credits. I wasn't gonna pawn that.
A little black thong split my pink hairless balls so they hung small and tight on either side, and covered my little dick just enough to be interesting. Those two inch heels, colored red like my bra now, and my face was made up by an expert so that I looked like a real thirteen year old girl. A citizen girl too, not a fucky fucky girl at all.
No lipstick or eye shadow, just some bubblegum gloss and highlights that gave me real cheekbones, some freckles across my nose and soft auburn hair, wavy now and pulled back with a glittering costume jewelry clip, like black sapphires to match my skirt. She did my fingers and toes, pink like my lips, with one of those nail wands they sell to kids. It was just a toy, but it worked better than the real stuff, even if it only came in kiddie colors.
Viv was an artist with makeup and I looked different, very different. It wasn't genetic reconstruction or anything, just makeup like anyone could buy, but she knew how to use it. Viv infected my eyes, changing them from lavender to green like hers, and it hurt a little, making my eyes water with little tears that she caught in a tissue, but iris painting was very cool.
Expensive too cause it wasn't permanent, but it was real for about three days. Just like my hair and freckles. She'd used viral cosmetics to infect me with green eyes and freckles and auburn hair and it would take my immune system a few days to fight it off.
I could have been their daughter, easily, and nobody on the forms would give me a second glance. Looking like I did, dressed expensive like I was. Except for my attitude, the way I moved and talked. As soon as I opened my mouth the real citizens would know I was from the underworld. I couldn't do anything about that, but probably they'd think I was reformed. Once in awhile someone's kid would run off and get caught if they were lucky, before they greased the machine downstairs. I could be one of them and I almost wished it was true for a second, but wishing never did anybody any good.
I'd found a good disguise anyway and with the game starting in about five hours; this was way more coincidence than I liked. Fate had a way of evening shit out and I'd have to watch my ass close, I figured. Never trust good luck, that's the saying on Broken Window. Bad luck, sure, you could trust that all night long. But good luck? That was bad.
"I want to go out for dinner," Viv decided.
"But I cooked already…" Ransom sat on the bed playing with his cock and we knew what he wanted for dinner. Or desert anyway.
"No, look at her…him…" she gave me an apologetic smile.
"I'll be your little girl, Mommy," I said, sounding like the daughter she wanted me to be, cause I knew that would trip her trigger.
"Yeah…" Viv stared at me for a second. "See? We're going to go out, someplace nice."
That was her thing, like Ransom's was fucking and taking pictures; Viv's was having a family. That's the other thing about clones. They're all sterile and it wasn't like there was an adoption agency on this planet, even if someone could be convinced to let a fucked up couple like Ransom and Viv buy a kid. So her fantasy was having a daughter, a girl of her own to dress up and love and take to dinner like all the other mommy's living in suburban utopia.
It worked for me. Ransom could rape me lights out later and Viv would probably hold me down for it, but for now…We were going out.
"Okay…Yeah, fine…" and Ransom sighed and he gave his long hard cock another last squeeze before putting it back in his shorts.
"I need a purse, Mommy," I smiled sweetly.
"Of course you do, Bingo," she nodded. "Uh…A little one?"
"About this big." I held up my seventy-seven cause it was reality.
"Oh…" She'd been looking through her closet and froze for a second. "Do you need it?"
"Yeah," I nodded.
Ransom didn't say anything as dressed slowly, but the two of them shared a look. They hadn't asked me why a thirteen year old fuck toy needed a gun, or even wanted one, but it was coming. People always had to ask, even when they knew better. If it had been possible, I'd have kept it a secret; Ransom never would have known except for that bitch Domme.
That had been some bad luck and so it made me feel a little better, but not much.
"I have this one." Viv held up a plain black leather purse with long straps for handles. "It isn't smart or anything."
"It's fine, Mommy," I smiled. "It's perfect."
And it was. My pistol fit in it just right, so long as I didn't lay it flat. I didn't want to do that anyway though, so it balanced upright on the grip and the end of the barrel, and I threw in my PDU and some lip gloss and breath mints, my stim and pink meth, and even a clean pair of white lace panties, just to have more stuff in there. I put my phone around my neck and I was ready.
Viv didn't bother changing, but all those Shiseido girls were conditioned to feel most comfortable in their uniforms anyway. You hardly ever saw one who wasn't wearing it. Same with all the other big department stores and their clones. It was good advertising too, probably, because they were all perfectly beautiful, even if they weren't real.
But you could say the same thing about anyone really, and I didn't mean it like that. Viv was real enough, she was just stuck being what she was. I decided to be glad that Ransom hadn't kicked her out like I'd told him to, but at the time I'd been kinda serious and hoping he would. I didn't feel guilty about it though, things change all the time and I had to change with them. Now I was happy Viv was around.
"We'll just say she's your niece, okay?" Viv spoke to Ransom as we walked outside, towards the taxi queue. Dusk had fallen, with both suns low and one moon already high above us.
"Whatever you want, Viv," Ransom smiled at her and I stayed between them, holding their hands like a good muffin.
"She's come for a little visit, that's all," Viv nodded, enjoying her fantasy. "Or…Hmmm…Maybe she doesn't have anyplace else to go. She has to stay with us. Bingo doesn't have any other family, does she, Ransom?"
"Nope," he shook his head sadly and I smiled. "She's all alone, Viv. Except for us."
"All alone," Viv echoed and gave my hand a gentle squeeze. "Poor little thing."
"But you'll take care of me, won't you?" I looked up at her. "You'll be my new mommy, right, Aunt Viv?"
"Of course," she breathed, her body faintly trembling with excitement. "I'm your new mommy now. That's what we'll tell people."
"Daddy's gonna take good care of you too, baby," Ransom chuckled. "Wait and see."
"Oh yeah?" I giggled. "Is my new daddy gonna spoil me?"
"Heh!" Ransom grinned and even Vivian smiled at that and at least she didn't have any illusions in that department.
I just hoped Viv didn't go too far and lose it on me the other way. I didn't need her trying to enroll me in some girl's school someplace, or trying to get me dance lessons or any crazy vanilla citizen shit like that. This was gonna be a short gig and a tourist woulda been paying me some serious credits to play it. I was giving her a freebie, trading fantasy for a place to hideout for awhile. I had some cold blooded murder to attend to shortly and if Viv started acting funny, she was going to have her heart broken quick. I couldn't fuck around after midnight.
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Viv had it in her heart to play tourist, even though she wasn't ever gonna pass as one of those. Ransom neither. Tourists had their own look, in the eyes and spine, like aristocrats, and you could spot one a mile away just by looking at the way he tilted his head. It was obvious what Viv was, and Ransom looked like what he was, a cabbie walking the line, and anyone with eyes would know it.
Broken Window's a big planet though, and all the place had to sell was people and entertainment. Wasn't anybody growing food there, they didn't build anything on that world; it was just a crossroads for trading. Stuff came in and stuff went out, the people in the middle stole as much of it as they could. And the off-world traders, the merchants and freighters and spacers, they had their own sections where dreams were cheap and easy to come by.
"Valence," Viv said as soon as we were in a taxi, our second of the night.
We'd had dinner at some Italian place, up on the roofs where all the café's and shops were set up. Sitting outside with the jet stream rushing thin orange clouds over our heads, eating pasta and smiling. Viv saw people she knew and that had been good for her. I'd been introduced as Ransom's niece and I didn't say a word. I just smiled, looking innocent and playing with Ransom's cock under the long checkered table cloth.
Now we were going to the edge, somewhere between the clean safety of the suburban platforms and the harsh ultra-reality of the streets far below. The place where citizens went to let their hair down and fuck up and be alive for a few hours after another mind numbing day of selling or fixing or driving shit for everyone else.
"Where at?" the driver asked and he was old and fat with a beard, probably lived in that cab. The back was clean and fresh, but up where he was it was thrashed.
"Club Deviance?" Viv looked at Ransom and he shrugged.
"Yeah…" Viv nodded, "…Go to CD's."
"Right," the guy nodded and he mighta liked some talk, but Viv already had the partition up and it flickered to life, like another window looking out the front of the cab without the annoying view of the driver and his mess.
I'd already started sucking Ransom's cock, just cause he couldn't wait and playing with him while eating my linguini had gotten me sorta hot for it. Nerves mostly, cause the minutes were moving and I could feel midnight coming. I had to do something, keep busy, keep my mind off it for just a little bit longer.
They'd checked clean too, back in the bedroom, Viv and Ransom both doing the blood test for me. They were clean, like I figured they would be, and it was nice filling my mouth with Ransom's hard raw cock knowing I could swallow him down if I wanted or take him in my butt, whatever. I hated rubbers.
"This will be nice," Viv said, rubbing my ass while I knelt on the seat, facing away from her. "We haven't gone out in a long time."
"Yeah," Ransom agreed while he pushed my head down, urging me to do the deep throat thing for him.
"I hope they have one of those shows tonight." She slipped her hand under the back of my skirt, finding my balls stretched around that thong riding tight between them.
"I'm sure they will." Ransom loosened my hair clip, and I busied myself with sucking the smooth head of his cock, jerking him off with my hands.
"Last time they had those dog people there…" Viv gave my boy toys a hard squeeze, making me moan sharply and squirm while she held me tight in her fist.
"Sirians, yeah…They were pretty rough." Ransom had both hands in my hair, just above my ears.
He was pulling me down hard, forcing his cock into my throat and I gagged on it, choking and coughing until suddenly his dick popped inside. My tightly stretched lips slid down his smooth shaft and it hurt, my throat suddenly stretched around his cock until my face was flat against his pelvis and he lifted his hips, like he might get even more inside somehow.
"Sexy though," she giggled. "I'd like to see our little girl getting fucked by one of them."
"She's pretty small for a dog, Viv," Ransom laughed, letting me up so I could cough and spit and suck cool air into my burning lungs.
"So?" Viv squeezed my balls again, pulling me back with her hand and I yelped, wincing with pain as I pushed myself towards her, the way she wanted.
"You ever fucked a Sirian, Bingo?" Ransom asked. He moved so he could kneel on the seat, hunching over a bit under the low roof, and grabbed my head so he could fuck my face.
"No," I breathed, making a face as Viv pulled my thong aside. She sucked on her middle finger briefly and then started working it inside my ass.
"They're big," Viv giggled, twisting her finger around, curling it inside my tight anus while she held my balls tight.
"Horny fuckers too," Ransom sighed, feeding his cock to my hungry mouth. "Suck it, baby…Swallow my cock again…"
Sirians weren't really dogs, of course. They were just people, but they were called dogs because they came from the Sirius system, working the titanium mines mostly. It was a hard place, or so I'd heard, and only the toughest, meanest bastards could survive there. They made good credits doing it, but after six months or a year of digging, they needed some fun. Broken Window was perfect for them. And they were big and horny and rough, and even worse than the Japs, if you can believe that.
They were proud of being called dogs and most everybody else avoided them.
It wasn't a long trip to Valence, which was parked sub-orbital to accommodate the big freighters that docked there, but long enough for Ransom to get his nut off. He was sliding his cock in and out of my mouth fast, deep too, and I had to fight to keep my throat open for him, swallowing when I could, breathing just once in awhile. It felt uncomfortable as hell, but he liked it and I had to pay for my ride.
Viv contented herself with my balls and ass, ignoring my dick, which was throbbing hard, cause I did like that kind of shit. I was gonna spray in my g-string probably, but I wished she'd give it a squeeze just to help me along. I was busy holding onto Ransom's thighs, digging my nails into him every time his cock forced its way into my throat. I was probably gonna have laryngitis for a week after this mouth fuck.
I didn't cum, but Ransom did finally, just in time too. His cock began shooting off in my mouth first, then he slammed it into my throat one last time so his milky semen squeezed past my lips and ran down my chin. His balls emptied into my belly and I couldn't even taste it, but I had some in my mouth anyway, and it was hot and salty and all snotty the way that stuff is. I didn't mind.
"Deviance," the driver's disembodied voice sounded in the air and the window changed to a big meter, flashing thirt-four credits due for the fare.
I still had Ransom's cock in my mouth, licking around it and cleaning him up as he caught his breath. He pulled out his PDU and fed some credits to the cab, giving the driver a decent tip, but Ransom was a cabbie anyway. He knew too well what it was like flying around all day with assholes fucking in the back.
Almost eight o'clock and I stood on the curb letting Viv fix me up. I wasn't too bad, but she wanted to do it anyway. There were a lot of people around, about an even mix of citizens and off-worlders, a few tourists, but they mostly just came to say they'd been there and left after a drink or two. Some fuck toys, older ones though, worn out and selling cheap cause the Lolita game was played for real money and nobody around there was gonna pop two grand for a quick fuck.
This part of Valence was all clubs, catering to whatever thrill a person might need. It was all sex anyway, upscale or low, it didn't make a difference. Some places were just hook-up joints, meat markets and old style whore houses; other places, like Club Deviance were more for dates, couples looking for entertainment. Dancing and floor shows and just getting high, it was that kinda place.
A few blocks one way and there'd be the hotels, by the night or by the hour. The other direction and you'd find the strippers and massage parlors, the shady markets selling black handed shit to space hands who didn't know any better. It was good and anonymous and a lot like what I was used to without all the sick pervs shoving it in my face. I felt right at home up there and just a little bit of déjà vu cause this had been the place I'd run away from as lonely, frightened slave boy.
It was the first time I'd been back and I felt nervous and excited and alive all over.