Chapter 15: Clues in the Shadows and Temptations in Pacifica
V sat up slow in her apartment bed, the soft, rumpled sheets twisting around her long legs like a lover reluctant to let go, that faint morning light filtering through the blinds and casting warm glows across her voluptuous body. God, it felt so damn good to be back on her feet after that brutal week—her heavy breasts rising and falling with each deep, relieved breath, nipples perking up hard against the thin tank top that clung to her curves like it was painted on, the fabric stretching taut over their full, rounded perfection. Her narrow waist twisted a little as she stretched her arms high, feeling that genuine pull in her muscles, wide hips settling back down with a soft give, her firm, juicy ass sinking into the mattress in a way that made her sigh content, that real emotion of gratitude washing over her for simply being alive. The bruises had faded to nothing more than faint shadows on her pale skin, those subdermal tattoos flickering cherry-red like distant fireflies when her pulse quickened, and damn, it hit her emotional—surviving that bullet, Jackie's loss still aching deep in her chest like a wound that wouldn't heal, tears pricking unexpected sometimes, but pushing through with that merc fire burning hotter.
Judy was right there beside her, like she had been every single day, that sweet, caring soul a genuine lifeline in the storm of recovery. She'd basically moved in, her lithe Mox body pressed close under the covers, tank top riding up to expose a sliver of her toned midriff, small breasts heaving soft with sleep, nipples poking faint through the material, that fat, veiny cock bulging thick and tempting in her shorts as she stirred awake. "Morning, babe—you look so much better, like my fierce V again," Judy whispered husky, her voice full of that real, heartfelt love that made V's heart swell, leaning in for a kiss that started tender but deepened quick, lips parting emotional, tongues tangling slow and passionate, Judy's hand sliding up V's thigh with genuine care, fingers grazing the edge of her pussy through the sheets, stirring that familiar wet heat. V moaned soft into the kiss, her tits pressing heavy against Judy's chest, ass flexing as she shifted closer, that emotional bond hitting so real—Judy's devotion pulling her through the dark nights, whispers of "I almost lost you" mixed with tears and touches that healed more than any med.
But Evelyn's disappearance weighed heavy on them both, that genuine worry twisting like a knife in V's gut—no pings on her agent, no holo-calls lighting up, just this empty silence that felt so wrong, like a friend vanishing into the sprawl's cruel void. "We have to find her," V said, voice cracking a bit with real emotion, pulling Judy closer, their bodies entwining, tits brushing soft, pussies heating up from the closeness. Judy nodded, eyes misty with that same heartfelt concern, her fat cock hardening against V's thigh. "She's tough, but yeah—something's off. Let's dig into her memories while she's still out recovering. Vik said it's safe, might shake loose some clues."
They moved gentle to the living room where Evelyn lay unconscious on the couch, her lithe body peaceful but fragile under the blanket, tits rising and falling slow with shallow breaths, fat cock limp and vulnerable between her legs, ass marked faint from the horrors she'd endured, that trauma still etched in her slack face. It broke V's heart genuine, tears welling as she hooked up Judy's BD rig to Evelyn's neural port with careful hands, the connection humming soft. "Hang in there, Ev—we're coming for answers," V whispered emotional, Judy's arm around her waist supportive, her bulge pressing comforting against V's ass.
Memories flooded the holo-screen in raw, fragmented bursts—Evelyn's voice echoing pained and real, glimpses of shady meets in dim alleys, whispers of the Relic gig that started this nightmare, a clue shining through the haze about Pacifica. "Voodoo Boys—they're the ones who fed her the contract," Judy said, voice thick with emotion, hand squeezing V's thigh real and tight, fingers inching closer to her pussy, that shared worry stirring a deeper heat. V leaned into her, tits heaving with a sigh, ass shifting against Judy's lap. "Brigitte's name keeps popping—stuck in some cyberworld glitch. Pacifica's our lead." They scrolled deeper, tears pricking as Evelyn's traumas flashed—attacks, hacks, that genuine pain hitting them both hard, Judy's fat cock throbbing against V's ass as emotion turned to need, hands groping tits soft, but they pulled back respectful, focus on the clues.
V geared up that afternoon with a real sense of purpose, slipping into those tight jeans that hugged her wide hips and firm, juicy ass like they were custom-made for seduction, the denim whispering against her skin as she moved, tank top straining over her heavy tits, nipples poking hard and inviting through the thin fabric, leather jacket thrown over for that tough merc vibe. Her long ebony hair fell in messy waves, framing her fierce face, crimson lips parted in determination. "Be safe out there," Judy begged emotional, pulling her in for a deep kiss, tongues tangling passionate and real, her fat cock pressing hard against V's thigh, hands groping that ass firm. "I love you—bring back answers." V's pussy wettened faint from the touch, tits heaving against Judy's chest, that genuine bond making her heart ache sweet.
The bike ride to Pacifica roared with adrenaline, engine growling deep between her thighs, vibrating up her pussy in waves that made her moan soft, heavy breasts bouncing light over every bump, wide hips gripping the seat, firm ass sore but thrilled from the speed, wind whipping her hair wild. Worry for Evelyn mixed with that real determination, Johanna's voice echoing supportive in her head: "Use what you've got, V—those curves will open doors, and we've got fire to burn through the rest."
Pacifica's streets hit her gritty and alive, graffiti-covered walls pulsing with holo-tags that flickered like dying stars, Voodoo Boys lurking in shadowy alleys with their netrunner glows and mysterious vibes. V parked subtle in a side lot, hips swaying extra seductive as she walked those cracked pavements, heavy tits heaving with each step, ass flexing hypnotic under the jeans, drawing eyes from every corner—that genuine merc confidence shining through.
Placide found her quick, like he was waiting—tall gonk with dreads hanging long, chrome implants glinting under the sun, optics scanning her body unapologetic, that flirtatious grin spreading slow as he stepped close enough for V to smell his musky scent. "New face in our turf—looking lost, or maybe looking for some trouble?" His voice rumbled low and inviting, hand brushing her arm bold, eyes dipping hungry to her deep cleavage, lingering on those heavy tits straining the tank.
V let him, playing along with a genuine smile that hid her cunning heart, leaning in just enough so her tits pressed light and teasing against his chest, her pussy tingling faint from the game, nipples hardening visible through the fabric. "A little of both, handsome—heard you Voodoo Boys know all the secrets. About gigs, Relic stuff... maybe even a woman named Brigitte?" Placide chuckled deep, his hand sliding to her narrow waist possessive but playful, pulling her closer so his bulge shifted hard against her thigh, that real heat building between them. "Pretty thing like you, with curves that could start wars? Might share for a price... or a taste."
V flirted back real but calculated, lips hovering close to his ear, breath hot and emotional? No, charged, her hand tracing his muscled arm slow, hips grinding subtle against him, ass flexing as she pressed in, tits heaving with soft laughs that made her nipples brush his chest. "Tell me more—Brigitte stuck in cyberworld? Who handed out that contract?" The words came whispered passionate, her pussy wetting more from the tension, that genuine thrill of the hunt mixed with the play. Placide spilled bits, manipulated by her charms—his hands groping her ass light, squeezing the firm cheeks, cock throbbing against her. "Brigitte's deep in the net, glitched bad from some dive. Need a runner to hunt the source—old mall in the zone, authorities lock it down, but Animals gang guards it heavy, those chrome-pumped freaks with tits and asses bulked huge, cocks swinging. You up for it, sexy?"
V nodded, pussy aching now from the tease, ass tingling from his grip, but she pulled away slow and teasing, leaving him wanting. "I'm in—thanks for the chat, big guy." Placide's eyes lingered hungry on her swaying hips and bouncing tits as she left, that genuine mix of excitement and nerves bubbling in her chest, Johanna chuckling: "Nice work—charms for the win."
The bike ride to the old mall roared fierce and emotional, engine growling like her own anger for Evelyn, vibrating deep up her pussy in waves that made her moan low and real, heavy breasts bouncing hard over every rough patch, wide hips gripping the seat tight, firm ass sore but thrilled from the speed, wind whipping her ebony hair into a wild mess that stung her eyes with tears—not just from the breeze, but that genuine worry for her friend.
The mall loomed abandoned but menacing, concrete cracked and overgrown, Animals gang patrolling with their bulky, over-chromed bodies—women with massive tits straining armor, asses round and powerful like weapons, men with cocks bulging obscene, all rippling unnatural muscle.
V sneaked in through shadows, heated katana sheathed warm at her back, silenced Malorian holstered cold on her thigh. Kills came precise and vengeful, that emotional fire burning for Evelyn—mantis blades shinking out silent, slicing a throat in a wet, gurgling spray of hot blood that splattered her tits; silenced shot popping a head muffled, brains misting pink as the body slumped heavy, V's pussy clenching from the adrenaline's real rush, ass flexing in crouches, heavy breasts heaving with controlled, emotional breaths.
Deeper halls got grim—echoes of grunts and clashes, Animals' chrome humming threat. A heavily chromed woman ambushed sudden—large hammer swinging heavy with a whoosh that cut air, her massive tits heaving under strained armor, nipples poking hard, ass round and powerful flexing with each swing, that futa cock bulging thick in her pants.
V dodged nimble and genuine scared, hips twisting quick, heavy tits jiggling wild, ass flexing as she rolled, stabbing her hot katana deep into the gonk's chest with a sizzle—blade burning red-hot, frying circuits inside out in a hiss of smoke and melting metal, the woman's body convulsing real and horrific, screams gurgling to wet chokes as chrome sparked and died, tits heaving last breaths, ass slumping limp.
Top level pulsed with net energy, the Netwatch futa waiting smart and tall—glasses perched on a sharp face, body athletic under crisp uniform, perky tits outlined tempting, fat cock bulging obvious and thick, eyes lighting up with genuine hunger at V's approach, raking over her sweat-slick curves, tits heaving heavy, ass marked from crouches. "Merc—you're the one causing all this stir. Damn, you're even hotter up close."
V pointed her gun steady, tits heaving tense from the climb, ass flexed ready for fight, pussy still wet from the thrill. "Step the fuck aside—or eat lead." But the futa smirked genuine, hands up slow, her fat cock twitching visible. "How about a deal instead? Don't zero me—I remove that virus Placide slipped in you during your little flirt session, unlock more of the Relic's hidden abilities. Make you a ghost in the net, better netrunner than most—deal?"
V hesitated real, heart pounding emotional from the risk, Johanna urging soft: "Take it, V—power like that's gold." Deal struck, the futa's hands on V's neural port gentle but firm, jolt surging through her body like electric fire, unlocking code that made nets feel open and alive, that genuine surge of strength flooding her veins, pussy clenching from the intensity, tits heaving with a gasp.
V turned to leave, hips swaying tired but triumphant, ass flexing sore, but the futa groped her from behind bold and real, hands squeezing those firm cheeks hard, pulling her back against that throbbing fat cock pressing insistent between her ass. "Not so fast, sexy—been dying to bonk a beauty like you since I saw you sneaking." V's resolve cracked genuine, that temptation hitting deep and emotional after the adrenaline, turning to kiss fierce and passionate, tongues tangling hungry, lips bruising with need, the futa's hands groping V's heavy tits rough, pinching nipples hard till she moaned real and broken.
They fucked for hours in that dim room, passion exploding emotional and raw—the futa's mouth latching onto V's tits, sucking one nipple deep and wet, tongue swirling till it ached red, teeth grazing gentle but firm, hands kneading the other heavy breast like dough, thumbs flicking the peak till V arched emotional, pussy dripping wet. "God, these tits are perfect," the futa growled genuine, voice thick with lust.
V dropped to her knees real and eager, hands freeing that fat, veiny cock, mouth wrapping tight around the head, sucking deep with wet slurps, throat bulging as she took more, tongue swirling the underside, hands stroking the base rhythmic till the futa's hips bucked emotional, cum spilling hot and thick down V's throat in pulsing ropes, that genuine satisfaction hitting them both.
Not done—the futa bent V over a console rough but caring, sliding that fat length into her pussy from behind with a deep, stretching thrust, pounding hard and rhythmic, ass jiggling with each wet slap of skin, hands spanking the cheeks red and stinging, pulling V back for deeper penetration. "Take it all—you feel so good," the futa moaned emotional, biting V's shoulder genuine, thrusts building frantic till V screamed climax, pussy clenching tight like a vice, milking hot cum inside in shuddering waves.
Positions switched passionate—V riding reverse cowgirl, grinding down slow then fast on that fat cock, ass impaled deep, tits bouncing wild and heavy, hands reaching back to grope the futa's perky breasts, pinching nipples till she gasped real. Missionary next, legs wrapped emotional around the futa's waist, cock pounding deep, tits pressing together slick with sweat, kisses tangling hungry as climaxes crashed multiple, cum filling V hot and overflowing, bodies trembling genuine in afterglow.
Spent and slick, they dressed lazy and emotional, the futa—name Ana—giving her number with a genuine smile, eyes soft. "Ally now—call me, sexy. That was real." V left buzzing with new power and that post-fuck ache, pussy leaking cum, tits sore but satisfied, back to Placide with genuine hope for Evelyn.