Chapter 10: The Relic Rendezvous and a Night of Unbridled Heat
V's just wrapping up that intense morning with Judy, her body still humming from the shower pound. But merc life doesn't wait. She double-checks the Corpo Plaza apartment's defenses—those fancy biometric locks and AI guards are locked tight, keeping Judy safe from any Maelstrom creeps. No risks here; V's protective instincts are on overdrive.
She hops on her Kusanagi bike, engine roaring like a beast awakened. Wind rushes past, whipping her long ebony hair under the helmet. Her leather jacket flaps wildly, and damn, picture her curves molding to the machine—full breasts pressed firm against the tank, wide hips and firm ass gripping the seat, jeans hugging every inch like a lover's touch. She's speeding to the Afterlife, that iconic merc bar where legends are made and deals go down.
Inside, the bass pulses through her chrome-enhanced body. Rogue's waiting in her booth, that tough-as-nails fixer with a drink in hand and zero patience for bullshit. "V, choom—spot on time. This job's scorching hot. Client's paying big for a clean steal of the Relic chip, Arasaka's top-secret prototype."
Rogue slides over a data shard. V slots it in, data streaming into her neural link: blueprints, timelines, all the nitty-gritty. "Meet the client, Evelyn Parker, at Lizzie's Bar—the Mox spot," Rogue adds.
The mention of Mox triggers V's thoughts straight to Judy. That cute tech whiz with her hidden futa surprise, now tucked away safe. V figures Judy's input could be gold. "Solid plan, Rogue. But I'll ping a Mox contact—Judy Alvarez. She's got the lowdown on that world."
Rogue smirks. "Your play, kid. Just keep it locked down; this Relic's game-changing stuff."
V steps into the alley for a private call. Judy's holo pops up—face still rosy from their fun, bandages peeking under her tank, a sleepy yawn making her look adorable. "V? Missing me already? This place is slick, but empty without you."
V chuckles, warmth cutting through her merc edge. "You know it, babe. Quick ask: Gig from Rogue, client's Evelyn Parker. Meeting at Lizzie's. You know her? Mox vibes?"
Judy's eyes sparkle with mischief. "Evelyn? Yeah, she's a firecracker—Dollhouse connections, sharp mind. But Lizzie's could be dicey with Maelstrom lurking. Switch to your apartment? I'm there anyway—safer, more intimate."
V nods, gut saying yes. "Smart move. I'll reroute Evelyn. See you soon—stay sharp."
A fast hack changes the meet to V's Watson pad—that cozy, tech-cluttered haven with flickering holo-screens and a bed that's witnessed epic nights. V races back, bike cutting traffic like a blade, her body still tingling from Judy's earlier thrusts, that ache between her legs begging for more.
Door hisses open. Evelyn's already lounging on the couch, owning the space. Blue hair flows sleek, smug smile on full lips, long nails drumming on a fancy drink. She's stunning—dress tight on her athletic build, cleavage teasing, legs crossed with that "come get it" confidence. Judy's nearby, passing a glass with a knowing wink V doesn't catch.
"V, darling—perfect timing. Judy's been hyping you up," Evelyn purrs, voice smooth as silk. Her eyes devour V—lingering on those heavy breasts in the tank, hips in jeans, ass looking ripe as V ditches her jacket.
They jump into planning. Holo-maps light up: Konpeki Plaza's layout, security like a fortress—cams, turrets, netrunners everywhere. Evelyn lays it out cool. "Relic's in Yorinobu's penthouse. Watch for Takemura, his bodyguard—fierce loyalty, killer skills."
Then the twist: "I've got history with Kasumi Arasaka, Saburo's daughter. She's ruthless, climbing corpo ladders like her brother Yorinobu—backstabs and all. Our 'business' was... personal." Evelyn's grin turns wicked. V gets it. "Personal like..."
Evelyn leans close, nails tracing her thigh. "Very intimate, sweetie. She's futa like me—used it to get close, extract secrets. Kasumi's cold but burns hot in private. This Relic? Her baby—some immortality biochip. Nab it, and we torch their empire."
V soaks it in—guards, entries, escapes. Judy adds Mox wisdom: "Evelyn's spot-on; Kasumi's a snake. But we can glitch BDs to fake cams if timed right."
Hours pass, tension simmering. V spots Evelyn's hungry stares—eyes on her lips, tits, ass as she moves. Little does V know, Judy and Evelyn have shared women before, their futa cocks turning play into wild rides.
Sun sets, room glowing twilight. Drinks flow—tequila burning nice, laughs loosening up. V's wedged between them on the couch. Judy's hand grazes her thigh, casual turning bold. Evelyn's nails skim her arm.
"You handle heat well, V—strong, sexy. Makes me curious..." Evelyn murmurs, stroking V's chin, lips so close, breath warm.
Judy amps it, hand cupping V's breast soft through the tank, thumb teasing the nipple to life. V gasps, heat flooding her core—pussy wet, body craving from the morning's tease.
"So... we're doing this?" V whispers, horny as fuck, eyes bouncing between the futas, pulse racing wild.
Hell yes, they are—and chooms, this scene's got me throbbing, all that raw lust unfolding. Evelyn dives for V's lips first—kiss fierce, tongue dominating like a hack. Nails tangle in V's hair, pulling tight.
Judy joins the fire—mouth on V's neck, bites gentle, hand squeezing that full breast harder, pinching till V moans into Evelyn.
"Mmm, she's eager," Judy growls, lust thick. She yanks V's tank up, freeing those heavy tits—swaying perfect, nipples stiff.
Evelyn pulls back, smirking. "Let's taste her all over." They strip V teasingly: jeans down her hips, ass jiggling out, panties drenched as Judy rubs through them.
"Fuck, V—you're soaked for us," Judy says, fingers slipping in, circling her clit slow. Evelyn's lips claim a breast—sucking hard, teeth nipping the peak.
V writhes, hands exploring their bulges—cocks thickening, veiny, ready. "God, I need you both... fill every hole," she pleads.
Judy takes charge: V on all fours, her fat cock free—thick, glistening. Slides in from behind, stretching V's pussy deep, thrust making her yell.
"Take it all, babe—feel me throb for you," Judy grunts, hips slapping rhythmic, spanking V's ass pink.
Evelyn upfront, nails guiding V's mouth to her massive dick. "Suck deep, darling—show that talent," she moans, thrusting gentle then hard, V gagging but hungry, drool spilling.
They swap wild: V on back, legs wide. Judy pounds her pussy fierce, hand on clit till V shatters—climax clenching tight.
"Cum hard for us—milk me!" Judy roars, flooding V's pussy with hot cum, leaking sticky.
Evelyn flips her side, easing into V's ass—tight stretch burning good. "So snug... you're ours," she whispers, pumping steady.
Judy joins—cock back in pussy, double-filling V. She screams bliss, body shaking, tits bouncing as they sync thrusts, cocks rubbing inside.
"Fuck, yes—wreck me!" V begs.
"You're a goddess taking us," Judy groans, spanking more.
"Fill me—breed deep!" V cries. They unleash—loads pumping her holes full, overflowing.
Hours of frenzy: V riding Judy reverse, ass stuffed, grinding while sucking Evelyn, hands on tits.
Then sandwiched—Evelyn missionary in pussy, Judy under in ass. Orgasms crash multiple, V trembling, soaked in sweat and cum.
Filthy talk flows: "Harder—own me!" "So tight, so hot." "One more cum inside!"
Finally spent, they tangle—bodies slick, breaths heavy. Sleep hits deep in a pile of satisfaction.
Morning dawns fuzzy. V wakes sandwiched—Judy's arm over her, Evelyn's leg hooked, soft cocks against her thighs. Body sore but electric, cum crusted, tits marked.
She sneaks to bathroom, shower steaming as she soaps curves, fingers on tender spots.
But they follow—Judy presses from behind, cock hardening. "Morning fuck, babe—can't resist," she murmurs, groping wet tits, bending V over, slamming into pussy.
"Yes—take me hard," V moans, pushing back, water echoing slaps.
Evelyn enters, nails raking. "Greedy—suck while she rails you." Face-fucks V, tears blending with steam.
V cums fierce, milking Judy who fills her again.
Switch: Evelyn in ass, Judy in pussy—double hard, brutal thrusts till V breaks, their cum hot inside.
"You're irresistible," Evelyn gasps, biting.
"One last load," Judy grunts, pulling out to paint V's tits, Evelyn on face—ropes sticky and warm.
Sated, they dry, dress chill—V in tank and jeans hugging curves, Judy in Mox threads, Evelyn polished.
Over breakfast—eggs, coffee—they lock the plan: routes, backups, Relic weak spots.
"We've got this," V says, glowing from sex and focus.