Chapter 11: Piecing the Puzzle and Heating Up the Night
V slumped into her worn-out apartment chair, the dim neon glow from the street below filtering through cracked blinds, casting flickering shadows across the cluttered room that smelled faintly of recycled air, stale takeout, and the lingering tang of sweat-soaked passion from last night's wild tangle with Evelyn and Judy.
The air hung heavy with that post-threesome musk—musky and sweet, like overripe fruit mixed with hot chrome—clinging to the sheets on the bed in the corner, where rumpled pillows still bore the imprints of their bodies.
Evelyn lounged on the sagging couch like she owned the place, her lithe legs crossed in a pose that hiked her sleek dress up her thighs just enough to reveal the smooth, pale skin above her stockings, teasing the eye with promises of more.
Her blue hair cascaded over one shoulder like a waterfall of electric midnight, catching the light as she sipped from a crystal glass of synth-wine, the liquid swirling ruby-red and leaving a faint stain on her full lips.
Judy hovered nearby, her slender fingers dancing over the humming BD rig on the table, wires snaking like veins across the surface, but her dark eyes kept flicking toward V, that fierce Mox spark smoldering behind her lashes, as if the memory of their shared heat made her skin flush anew, her subtle bulge shifting ever so slightly in her tight shorts.
V shook her head to clear the fog, her long ebony hair swishing against her shoulders, the strands still tangled from fingers gripping them in ecstasy. Focus time, she told herself, though her body betrayed her with a low throb between her legs. "Alright, Evelyn, lay it all out. Every detail on this Relic gig. No skimping."
Evelyn's smirk deepened, those painted lips curving in that smug, seductive way that sent a shiver down V's spine, twisting her gut with a cocktail of irritation and raw desire, her long nails—sharp and crimson—tapping rhythmically on the glass like a predator's claws.
She reached into her purse with deliberate slowness, her movements fluid and hypnotic, slotting a shimmering data shard into the table's projector slot with a soft click that echoed in the quiet room.
Holo-maps burst into life above the table, blooming like ethereal fireworks in hues of electric blue and pulsing red, the projections casting ghostly lights across their faces, highlighting the sharp angles of Evelyn's cheekbones and the soft curve of Judy's jaw.
"Konpeki Plaza's a beast—Arasaka's crown jewel," Evelyn began, her voice smooth as silk sheets sliding over bare skin, laced with that corpo arrogance. "Ground level: lobby scanners humming like angry bees, pinging for weapons, chrome implants, even unauthorized neural links that could fry your brain if you're sloppy. The air down there reeks of polished marble and corpo sweat, elevators gliding silent but deadly, needing keycards or a slick hack to budge, all under AI eyes that flag anomalies faster than you can draw breath."
V leaned forward, her full, heavy breasts pressing firmly against the table's cool edge, the thin fabric of her tank top straining taut over their rounded curves, nipples brushing the material with each breath, sending tiny sparks through her as her Kiroshi optics whirred to life with a faint blue hum, absorbing the intricate grids and schematics that danced in the air like digital phantoms.
"And upstairs? Kasumi's suite?" V asked, her voice husky from the night's exertions, rubbing her chin with fingers still scented with Judy's skin.
Evelyn's long nails traced the holo with precision, zooming in on the penthouse level, the map expanding to reveal corridors like veins in a glowing heart. "Biometric doors that whisper open only for the right retina scan, voice pattern, or subdermal chip—fail, and alarms blare like sirens in your skull. Guards patrol in pairs, boots thudding on plush carpets, armed with katanas that gleam under recessed lights and smart guns that auto-target with cold precision, barrels humming faintly as they track movement. Cameras nestled in every shadowed corner, 360-degree eyes with thermal overlays that paint intruders in blazing red heat signatures. Sensors? Floor pressure pads that sink under your weight like quicksand traps, motion detectors in the vents hissing warnings, even EMF scanners pulsing waves that sniff out cyberdeck emissions like bloodhounds on a scent."
V nodded slowly, her mind mapping it all out in vivid detail, her narrow waist twisting slightly as she shifted in the chair, wide hips settling deeper into the cushion with a soft creak, the denim of her jeans whispering against the fabric.
Damn, Evelyn's voice wrapped around her like warm smoke, stirring fresh memories of last night's wild ride—the taste of skin, the slick heat, the gasps—but V pushed it down, forcing her focus.
"And the Relic itself?" V pressed, her fingers drumming on the table, nails short and practical from merc life.
Evelyn pulled out another shard—a braindance this time, the casing cool and sleek in her palm. "This is where it gets personal. Kasumi invited me up after a corpo bash—said she wanted to 'discuss alliances.' But it was all heat from the start, the elevator ride up filled with tension thick as fog, her perfume—spicy and commanding—filling the space."
Evelyn's eyes darkened, that futa secret of hers probably twitching at the memory, a subtle shift in her posture making the dress cling tighter to her curves.
V slotted the BD with a click, sinking back as the virtual flow enveloped her, neurons firing like fireworks, making her feel Evelyn's body as her own—heart pounding like a drum in her chest, skin prickling with anticipation as the elevator dinged open to the suite, the air inside cool and scented with exotic incense and underlying ozone from high-end tech.
In the BD, Kasumi waited like a predator in her lair, tall and athletic under her tailored suit that hugged her form like a second skin, dark hair pinned up in a severe bun, but her eyes—sharp and hungry—screamed raw desire, lips parted slightly in invitation.
"Evelyn, darling—come in," Kasumi purred, her voice a low rumble that vibrated through the air, pouring drinks from a crystal decanter, the amber liquid glugging softly, her hands—strong and manicured—soon wandering, brushing Evelyn's arm with electric intent.
The kiss hit fast and fierce—lips crashing like waves on a stormy shore, tongues battling in a wet, heated dance, Kasumi's grip firm on Evelyn's ass, squeezing through the thin dress fabric with possessive hunger, the material bunching under her fingers.
Clothes peeled off in a frenzy: Kasumi's blouse unbuttoned slow at first, buttons popping with soft clicks, revealing perky breasts heaving with each breath, dark nipples perking hard under the cool air, her futa cock bulging insistently in her pants, thick and ready, straining for release like a coiled serpent.
They hit the couch with a thud, cushions sinking under their weight, Kasumi on top, grinding down with hips rolling like ocean tides, her length pressing hot and hard against Evelyn's thigh through the fabric. "I've wanted this," Kasumi growled, her breath hot against Evelyn's neck, hand dipping between her legs, fingers stroking the wet heat slow and teasing, building tension with expert circles that made Evelyn arch and gasp.
But V wasn't just lost in the porn—though fuck, it was scorching hot, her own pussy clenching tight at the vivid sights and sounds, nipples hardening to aching peaks under her tank, a flush creeping up her pale skin.
She scanned active, optics pulling data from the BD's hidden layers like a thief in the night: cameras hidden in the ornate chandeliers, lenses panning subtle with a faint whir, capturing every angle in crystal clarity.
Sensors blinking faintly in the walls like watchful eyes—laser grids across floor-to-ceiling windows shimmering invisible but deadly, pressure plates under the plush carpet that depressed with a soft give, ready to alert if lingered upon.
And there—a secret door behind the bar, disguised as seamless paneling, edges barely visible in the low light, leading to a private elevator shaft humming with hidden power.
"Clever," V muttered within the BD, pausing the feed mid-thrust as Kasumi entered Evelyn from behind with a wet slap, pounding deep and rhythmic, ass rippling with each powerful slam, hands groping breasts rough, pinching nipples till they reddened.
V noted the safe embedded in the bedroom wall, a sleek panel glowing faint, codes flashing in Kasumi's neural overlay during her shuddering climax—voice-locked, but glitchy and vulnerable when distracted by pleasure's peak.
Pulling out of the BD with a sharp gasp, V felt sweat beading on her forehead like morning dew, her body flushed hot, heart racing as if she'd been the one fucked senseless. "Shit, that's gold. Secret door for exfil, sensors we can spoof with precise timing. But the tower's outer shell—drones whirring like angry hornets in the night sky, net barriers crackling with digital fire. We need something to scout without tripping those alarms, something small and sneaky."
Her mind raced like a quickhack through firewalls, that human ingenuity sparking bright. "A Militech mini droid—spider model. Legs skittering silent through vents, hacks beaming remote, cloaking tech shimmering to evade scans."
Evelyn raised a perfectly arched brow, her glass pausing mid-sip. "Expensive toy. Got a source?"
V grinned wide, teeth flashing in the holo-light, thinking of her old fling—Meredith Stout, that stoic Militech corp with her buttoned-up vibe hiding a storm of passion, a monster in bed with control that broke into wild fire.
V fired off a text on her agent, fingers flying: "Hey, Stout—need a favor. Militech spider droid, off-books. Meet at the usual spot?"
Meredith's reply buzzed back quick as a bullet: "Afterlife parking lot. 30 min. Don't be late."
V geared up fast, slipping her leather jacket over the tank with a zip that echoed, the material cool against her skin, jeans hugging her wide hips and firm, rounded ass like a lover's embrace, every curve accentuated as she moved.
The bike ride was a roaring blur through Night City's veins, engine growling deep between her thighs, wind whipping her ebony hair into wild tangles, breasts bouncing slightly with each pothole jolt, that anticipation building like a slow burn—not just for the bot, but for Meredith's commanding touch, the way her stoic facade cracked under lust.
The parking lot loomed dim and shadowy, concrete cracked underfoot, Meredith leaning against her sleek Militech ride like a statue of corporate power, arms crossed tight, that cute face stern with furrowed brows but eyes softening to molten gold at the sight of V approaching.
"V. Always trouble," Stout said, her voice clipped and professional, blonde hair tied back in a no-nonsense ponytail, but under that business suit? Curves hidden but lush, that hidden strength radiating like heat from an overclocked deck.
V stepped close, close enough to smell her crisp perfume mixed with Militech polish, hand brushing Meredith's arm in a spark of contact. "Missed you, corp. Need that droid—Relic gig."
Meredith's lips twitched in a rare half-smile. "Dangerous. But for you... come inside."
They slid into the car's back seat, doors locking with a solid thunk, the interior leather creaking under their weight, air conditioning humming cool against heated skin.
Talk turned hot quick—Meredith's hand sliding up V's thigh with possessive firmness, squeezing the muscle there. "Payment first," she whispered, voice dropping to a husky growl, pulling V in for a kiss that was firm and demanding, lips parting to let tongues clash in a wet, urgent dance.
V moaned low in her throat, the sound vibrating between them, hands roaming frantic: Meredith's blouse unbuttoned with trembling fingers, buttons popping free to reveal a lacy bra cupping full breasts, nipples peaking hard through the fabric as V groped them soft then hard, thumbs circling till Meredith arched.
"Fuck, you're still a beast," V gasped, breath ragged, as Meredith's fingers dived into her jeans, unzipping with a rasp, stroking her clit expert and insistent, circles that made V's hips buck.
They stripped partial in the confined space: V's tank yanked up roughly, tits spilling free heavy and swaying, nipples erect in the cool air; Meredith's skirt hiked up with a rustle, panties shoved aside, revealing her large fat cock—thick, veiny, and hardening swiftly under V's hungry gaze, the shaft pulsing with need.
Meredith pushed V back against the seat, leather sticking to skin, mounting her face with commanding grace—grinding down slow at first, V's mouth wrapping around that fat cock, sucking deep and wet, tongue swirling the head as Stout rode her face hard, hips rolling like waves, hands pinching V's nipples sharp till she whimpered.
"Yes—suck me deep," Meredith commanded, her stoic mask cracking with raw moans that filled the car, voice breaking like glass.
Switch came fierce: V flipping on top with merc strength, hand stroking Meredith's cock firm, mouth descending to suck and lick till Stout shuddered in climax, her cock throbbing hot in V's grip, cum spilling thick.
Then the bot—Meredith handed it over with a shaky hand, palm-sized device with legs folding neat like a deadly insect. "Hack-proof shell. Owe me."
V nodded, eyes dark with lust, sealing the deal with another searing kiss, but heat won out—Meredith bending V over the seat armrest, her large fat cock sliding in from behind with a slick thrust, pounding V's pussy rough and deep, ass jiggling with each slap of skin on skin, hands spanking the firm cheeks red and stinging.
"Take it—all of it," Meredith growled through gritted teeth, thrusts building to a frenzy till V screamed her climax, walls clenching tight like a vice, Meredith filling her with hot, potent cum that spilled warm down her thighs.
Bot secured in her pocket, V rode back buzzing with afterglow, droid tucked safe, the wind cooling her flushed cheeks, body still tingling from the rough ride.
But the gig needed more— a dedicated netrunner to slice through the ice like a hot blade, and a solid partner for muscle to watch her back in the chaos. "Rogue's picks," V muttered under her breath, texting quick: "Crew for Relic. Recommendations?"
Rogue's response pinged instant: "Jackie Welles—heavy hitter, loyal as they come. T-Bug for net—ghost in the machine, slips through cracks unseen."
V called Jackie first, his holo popping up large and life-like, that big, infectious grin splitting his face, massive frame filling the projection, muscles rippling under a tight tank, tattoos swirling like stories on his skin. "V! Big score? I'm in—meet at Afterlife, choom."
Jackie was a tank of a man: broad shoulders that could shoulder doors, inked arms thick as tree trunks, that easy charm hiding a beast ready to unleash in a fight.
T-Bug next: her voice crackled over the line, distorted and digital like static in the net. "Rogue sent me. Specs on the job?"
V forwarded the scans with a swipe, data streaming. "Arasaka net's thick as tar—I'll crack it remote, daemons dancing through the firewalls."
Crew locked in, V hit the streets to collect gear: EMP grenades from a shady Kabuki market stall, the vendor's breath reeking of boosters as he handed over the orbs that hummed faint in her palm; silenced upgrades for her Malorian pistol, barrel gleaming cold; endurance boosters from Fingers' clinic, the doc's hands shaky but sure as he injected a sample, the rush hitting like liquid fire in her veins.
Body primed and humming with adrenaline, but that deep lust called like a siren's song—straight to the Afterlife for Rogue, the bar's bass thumping through her chest like a second heartbeat as she pushed through the doors.
The place pulsed alive: mercs huddled in booths swapping war stories over glowing drinks, synth-music pounding relentless, air thick with smoke, sweat, and the metallic tang of chrome.
Rogue waited in her usual booth, silver hair catching the neon like a halo, her eyes—sharp and knowing—lighting up as V slid in close, their knees brushing under the table with electric contact.
"Crew good?" Rogue asked, voice gravelly and warm, like aged whiskey.
V leaned in, breath mingling. "Perfect. But I need you first, right here, right now."
The make-out ignited like a spark on dry tinder: lips meeting soft at first, tentative brushes, then hungry and devouring, tongues delving deep in a wet tangle, Rogue's hand slipping under V's tank with bold intent, groping a full breast firm, thumb circling the nipple till it peaked hard and aching.
"Toilet—now," Rogue husked against V's mouth, voice thick with need, pulling her up by the hand.
The stall door locked with a click that sealed their world, the grimy space tight and echoing with their heavy breaths, fluorescent light buzzing overhead, casting harsh shadows on tiled walls scrawled with graffiti.
Rogue shoved V against the cold wall with passionate force, tank yanked up rough, mouth latching onto a tit—sucking the nipple hard into wet heat, tongue swirling relentless, teeth biting gentle tugs that sent jolts straight to V's core.
Her hand dived into V's jeans, fingers fucking deep into slick warmth, curling to hit spots that made V's knees buckle. "Wet for me already," Rogue growled, eyes dark with lust.
V dropped to her knees on the gritty floor, hands freeing Rogue's pants, her large fat cock springing free—thick, veiny, and hardening quick under V's stroking touch, the shaft hot and pulsing.
V sucked Rogue deep, mouth wrapping tight around that fat length, tongue swirling the head as she bobbed, hands stroking the base till Rogue came shaking, hips bucking, moans echoing off the walls, cum spilling hot down V's throat.
Then Rogue took control, bending V over the sink, mirror fogging from their breaths, her large fat cock sliding in from behind with a deep, stretching thrust, pussy walls gripping tight as she pounded rhythmic, ass rippling under sharp spanks that left red handprints.
"Harder—fuck me raw," V begged, voice breaking, mirror reflecting her tits bouncing wildly with each slam, sweat slicking their skin.
Positions flipped in the heat: V riding Rogue on the toilet seat, grinding down on that fat length with rolling hips, breasts heaving in Rogue's face, sucked and bitten raw till marks bloomed.
Climaxes crashed multiple—sweaty bodies sliding, moans raw and unrestrained, Rogue filling V hot with thick cum that dripped warm, bodies slick and trembling in the afterglow.
Kisses turned tender after, soft presses of lips, Rogue's hands gentle now on V's face. V left with one final, lingering lip lock, tasting salt and satisfaction.
Home at last, the apartment door hissing open to quiet darkness, Judy already asleep in the bed, her lithe body curled under thin sheets like a cat, bandages peeking faint, that subtle bulge a tempting outline, her breathing soft and even, hair tousled across the pillow.
V stripped slow and silent, tank and jeans pooling on the floor with whispers, her naked body—breasts heavy and marked, hips wide and swaying, ass sore from spanks—sliding in beside her, warm skin pressing against Judy's back in a comforting embrace.
Sleep came gradual, heist tomorrow looming like a storm cloud, but for now, the world narrowed to soft breaths and shared warmth.