Pickle gripped her shield tighter. The grip was soaking wet, blood mixed with sweat, and she could barely hold on to it. Perhaps it was the tiredness too. Didn’t matter.
Facing the Snarlies, who were also exhausted, panting and covered in grime, she gave a new play to her team and they charged once again.
DROP ONE HUNDRED FIVE
Hector ran straight into the gynaeconitis area. He heard heavy thuds and an asthmatic breathing behind him, and turned to find Tony in tow.
“Nice try, you’re not coming in there,” Hector stopped him.
“Aww!” Tony exclaimed in disappointment, but complied and stayed out of there.
Hector went in to inspect the damage. The girls looked like shit. He grabbed a first aid kit and went to tend to some cuts. Bobo was the nearest one, so he tended to her first.
“You were amazing out there today,” he told the angry woman, dabbing her eyebrow with alcohol.
She scowled at him. She winced from the pain. “Ouch. Bad idea.”
“Which one?”
“Emoting.”
“Haha. Good one. Turn to your left so I can see better,” he gently pushed her chin aside.
She turned towards the light. Her expression shifted, but remained hard.
Finishing up with the cut, he pulled out a bandage. “Look, I’m sorry I brought you to this place. I wasn’t trying to mock you, I swear I had no idea what Milk Juggers was.” He gave her his most sincere smile. Then he thought about the absurdity of their situation and snorted. “I mean, I hadn’t even imagined such a thing existed.”
Her mask cracked and she smiled. “It’s okay, I believe you.”
“You have a lovely smile when you actually use it,” Hector said, meeting her eyes.
She looked away. “Thanks,” she said softly. “You too.”
Hector glanced around and noticed that he was getting the girls’ attention. Some were being discreet but others were flat out staring at them. He finished up with bandaging the cut and moved on to the closest one, which was Dainty Feet, and she was a mess.
Bruises, cuts, scratches. She looked miserable. “Oh, I’m so sorry you got hurt like this...” Hector apologised.
“Ow,” she moaned theatrically. “It hurts, everywhere.”
“I should get you to a doctor. Better yet, I’ll have the mechdoc waiting at home, let me give him a call.” Tony was at the door trying to look considerate. “Come here and take over,” he pointed at the first aid kit.
Tony looked around his back.
“Yes, you, Tony, come on.”
“Seriously? Holy shit! This is the best day ever.” He looked so happy. He loaded up a first-aid video AR for cuts in his veil and started treating Dainty Feet’s wounds. A medic spoke on the video, and lines and arrows were overlayed in the veil on top of Dainty Feet’s skin. They were so simple, even a complete idiot could follow them. Tony carefully applied the antiseptic and the bandage in complete focus, biting his tongue at the side of his mouth.
“Bobo, if he does anything you don’t approve, you have permission to whack him as hard as you like,” Hector said, pointing down at the over-excited hacker. He got on the phone with the Doc, taking another look around the room. There didn’t seem to be anything really worrisome, like a broken leg or non-stop bleeding, but yeah, he’d definitely need him to check for internal bleeding or anything scary.
The line connected and the calm, reassuring voice of the mechdoc came through. “Yes, Hector, what is it?”
“I have my entire team down. Can you come over at my house and patch them up, give them all a check-up?” Hector said, silently begging for a yes.
“Of course, son. I’ll be there soon.”
DROP ONE HUNDRED SIX
“By Apollo’s testicles, man, you said this was a friendly match?” the mechdoc exclaimed, uttering a sentence completely uncharacteristic of the otherwise respectful doctor.
Hector winced, “It did go a bit out of hand...” They both looked at the girls. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, none of them looked happy.
The Doc went to each of the athletes, spraying disinfectant on the cuts and checking them over, flashing lights in their eyes. “I’m checking their pupillary responses to see if there is a concussion.”
Hector just grunted in agreement and let the man do his job. His robotic mule followed behind, freaking out two of the new girls. Hector found it hilarious, but the mule was freaky in how it moved like a headless quadruped.
“Doc, can I carry your gear for you? I think the mule is making them uneasy,” Hector said, trying to help.
“No, Trevor is bouncing radiowaves and scanning for broken bones while I check them. He’s also monitoring breathing and heart-rate.”
“I see. Sorry, I won’t bother you anymore.” Hector raised his hands and walked backwards.
The mechdoc checked Cherry’s hands, and Hector said, “They always got battered because a qwik blocks with them.” He made a mental note to do something about that fact.
The old man said, “Don’t worry, lad. I’ve seen nothing too serious so far, most of the trauma is either cosmetic or it simply hurts and the athlete will need a little something to sleep it off.”
They had no reason to celebrate, but they did anyway. Hector went for a booze and snacks run and they all had a little party upstairs, as soon as they were done with the whole patching up. The booze was prescribed by the Doc, so everyone was peer-pressured to have at it.
The girls had somewhat bonded already, and the relaxed atmosphere helped even more. Tony hung around and managed to get through the night without getting an augmented knee in the balls. Pickle and Bobo were dead tired, and it was too late in both time of day and drinks wolfed down for anyone to drive. Cherry offered her bed to Bobo, which she fell on and slept immediately. Hector offered the other two girls his bed and said he’d sleep in the cot downstairs. Tony wanted to hang around but Hector had him fuck off in a self-driving taxi. He didn’t want to have any issues with him.
In the end, he and Cherry outdrunk everyone and they were left alone in the living room.
Cherry looked back at the closed doors of the rooms, then hopped next to Hector on the sofa. “Seems, we’re alone, Cherry,” he said, smiling at her.
“Yes, we are,” she breathed out, moving a bit towards him.
He pulled her close and kissed her deeply. Her lips tasted young and juicy, like... well like cherries. Must have been the lip gloss she had just applied. Hector smiled at that. She had also changed into towel shorts, light blue, that only made her perfectly-toned legs look amazing as she moved. They invited him to feel her skin, and he did, running his fingers slowly up and down her legs. Bruised and battered, they still felt amazing. “Does it hurt when I do that?”
She shook her head, looking dizzy from the attention. “No... Keep doing it.”
“Hey, I need to review something,” he said, pulling back and opening his veil.
“Now? What about?” she asked, taken aback.
He pulled the feed from earlier. The annotation said ‘Boobcam 1.’ He put the stream in front of them both in their Shared Augmented Reality and grabbed Cherry by the butt, lifted her and placed her on his lap, her back on his chest.
She wiggled her butt as soon as she felt his erection and cooed. “Oh, I like this review. What are we watching?”
Hector spoke as if he was serious. “I just wanted to verify the point-of-view from here.” He put his chin on the side of her neck, getting the same view as the video from earlier. Cherry’s breasts under her t-shirt, saggier now because she wasn’t wearing a sports bra, but still young and perky, and what was in front of her.
She laughed. “Enjoying the view from here?” She then pulled her t-shirt off and remained topless on top of him.
“Oh yeah!” he said and nibbled on her neck and ear.
She moaned quietly, her body moving and rubbing on him all over. Rubbing her back on his chest, grinding on his cock with her ass, her hands on hi
m, one reaching back on his neck, the other propping her up on his lap.
The stream played on through their training, Pickle was ordering people around. Cherry was manipulating a q-tip, paired up with Dainty Feet, and their boobs flashed red when hit.
Cherry acted angry but she clearly was not, “Did you just want to watch Dainty Feet as you grabbed handfuls of me?”
“What? No, I’m looking at you,” Hector said, squeezing her breast and touching her belly. Indeed he was, looking from as close as possible to the point-of-view in the stream in real life.
She chuckled. “I’m kidding.” She reached back and stuck her tongue in his ear, licking for a long moment. “I don’t mind if you watch others,” she whispered.
Hector enjoyed the feeling of her too much but was still surprised. “You’re not?”
“No,” she breathed out huskily in his ear and then wiggled her butt to reach down. She unzipped his fly and let his erection loose, it was becoming a bit constrained. Grinding on his cock, she fished a condom from her shorts and deftly put it on him. Then she pushed her panties to the side and lowered herself straight on his erection, taking it all in at once.
She felt wet and warm and amazing. She stayed still, squeezing her pussy’s muscles.
Hector said, “I love it, but there’s something wrong with what I’m seeing.”
She moaned something in reply.
“These should be pushed up,” he said, squeezing both of her boobs with his arms.
She opened her eyes and moved up and down on his dick. “Oh, yeah, you’re right. Now they look the same,” she said, looking back and forth from her cleavage to the stream.
He bit her neck, ran his hand down to rub her clit and kept both her boobs up with a squeeze of his left palm. He loved how small Cherry was in general, her breasts were big for her measurements but he still could hold them both in one hand. They both had found a nice rhythm now, and Cherry was pushing herself down on him, controlling the flow of their lovemaking.
After a while of smooth in and out, she stopped. “Oh, I remember!” She scrolled the stream forward and looked for something.
Hector grunted. He was near the end now. Not there yet, but Cherry could make him so damn horny.
“Found it!” she said, showing him a bit after the friendly match. They were at the locker room, women all over, and Cherry was helping out Cadena with taking off her Boob LEDs. It was a straight two-minutes of her fondling the other woman’s breasts all over and trying to get the damn thing off. Their words.
Hector felt like he just had a second erection on top of the first one. Biting her lip, Cherry started moving again, harder this time.
“Oh, you’re naughty!” he grunted, now holding her from the waist and pummelling her down on him.
“I am? Punish me then!” she moaned a bit too loud. All this time they were trying to keep it quiet, but now they both were far too horny to care.
The Cherry in the stream released one of Cadena’s breasts and went for the other. Hector was about to burst, he was just straight up fucking her now, no more soft caresses and nibbles.
Then she stopped moving, and Hector grunted his complain. “What happened? Was I too rough?”
She turned her head around and kissed him deeply. “No, I just want you to cum to this.” She scrolled the stream forward and stopped at quite an interesting spot. They could now see Cherry undoing Pickle’s Boob LEDs, and despite it not being as revealing, since Pickle had the torsal exoskeleton that covered her up, it was still sexy as fuck.
“Come on,” Hector panted, “why are you doing this?”
“Watch,” Cherry demanded and pushed his chin up.
He watched as Cherry in the stream ran her hands all over Pickle’s body. The real Cherry currently wrapped around his cock shoved herself down three times.
He shuddered, and lifted her by the ass. She positioned herself with open legs and jerked him off, pulling the condom away with a swipe. It only took one more tug and he came between her legs, showering her thighs and her belly with his sperm.
He kissed her hungrily while she still ran her fingers up and down his cock. He came down from his orgasm a few seconds later, completely spent.
The stream showed Pickle’s face, distorted at the edge of the frame. “Turn that off,” she said to Cherry. “I need to talk to you.”
DROP ONE HUNDRED SEVEN
Pickle heard something that made her curious. She crawled out of bed, Bobo was snoring loudly in Cherry’s bed, so she didn’t think she could hear her. She got dressed quickly and tip-toed to the hall.
Glancing at the living room, she saw Cherry, topless, unmistakably sitting on top of Hector’s... sword.
She shook her head and went on downstairs, sneaking all the way. It wasn’t really easy for her to be quiet, but they between whatever it was they were watching, their noises, and Bobo snoring her broken nasal diaphragm as loudly as possible, she was okay in the ‘remaining stealthy’ area.
She followed the girl out of the door. The night was stingy cool. She could handle it without a coat on, no time to go back and get it now.
Cadena crossed the street and Pickle tailed her from a safe distance. She was easy to spot, she had a retro left arm that was longer than her right and she was dressed like a slut. That last bit didn’t exactly make her stand out in this neighbourhood, but her exposed ass was unmistakable, she had a thong on that could have easily been a loose thread.
Pickle sighed and kept of following her, avoiding the passers-by. No decent citizen walked around here this late at night, and Pickle included herself in that category. Cadena finally went into a bar.
It was a titty bar, but seriously, who was Pickle to judge at this point in her life? She waited a minute and then went inside. The bouncer looked her up and down, then stopped her for a security check.
“Hey, handsy much?” she complained, but stopped herself there. She didn’t wanna lose Cadena. She had been sneaking out every chance she got, and Pickle was determined to see what was up. Oh, she had her suspicions. She could have been meeting Nicomedes. She could have been meeting someone else, reporting on her and Hector.
Pickle needed to know.
She went inside the titty bar, it was the regular dark ambiance she expected. A stripper was on the pole, and a couple of losers were swiping their paycards on her tits, paying in cryptocoins. Others were lounging around, drinking at the bar, sitting at the booths.
Honestly, this was much tamer than she expected going in. Where was the scoop?
There it was.
Pickle focused like a missile and went closer. Cadena was getting a drink from the barman, and judging by his wide smile and her leaning forward pose, she definitely hadn’t paid for it. Cadena whispered something in the barman’s ear, then she looked around.
Pickle covered her face and looked away. By the time she looked back, Cadena was gone!
Simply gone.
Damn. How could she have underestimated her like that? What was she? Trained, for sure. A spy? Corporate espionage wasn’t unheard of between the teams, there was so much money involved. Pickle knew she shouldn’t have trusted the blonde slut. Pickle walked close, anxiously looking around, to where Cadena had slipped to. This was impossible. Perhaps she had messed up, drank too much, was too damn tired to keep up with a simple damn tail.
A patron came up to her. “Hey, nice rack! Can I cum on it?”
“Ew! No.” Pickle said and pushed him away.
She went up to the bar at the same spot she last saw her. There had to be an exit somewhere. How long had she taken her eyes off of her? Twenty seconds? Perhaps even less. How many metres could she have possibly covered, and had she spotted her?
Had she been playing her all this time, acting stupid and docile?
Dammit!
Pickle gripped the side of the bar and squeezed so hard she broke a few splinters off.
Then her mind shifted gears. Wait... Why wasn’t the barman coming over from the far
side of the bar? There she was, the only girl in there not sitting on someone’s lap. The barman should had definitely paid attention.
There he was, pretending to wash his cocktail shaker, while he was getting a similar service below. Cadena was under the bar and sucking him off with fervour.
Pickle let her head hang. There was nothing suspicious there, just a little slut that snuck out and met a pretty little bartender. Pickle raised her eyebrow, Cadena was definitely making him happy right now.
Didn’t matter. She needed to get rid of her. Cadena might be decent as an athlete... No, not decent, average. And that itch she said she had in the middle of the friendly match earlier on? Definitely a UTI from all the sudden sex she was having. Pickle sighed and waited for someone too get her a drink. She really needed one after all that paranoia buildup. Where was the barman? Oh, yeah, still cumming.
Cadena stood up and slipped out of the bar, going to the other side again. She wiped the side of her mouth and smiled at the barman naughtily.
Then she noticed Pickle, and her eyes went wide like saucers.
After a long minute of her standing there like a deer in the headlights, she ran close to Pickle and apologised. “I-I’m sorry, I’ve been sneaking out, skipping training, I know. But I love Victor! Really. And he loves me.”
“Yeah, I don’t care any more. I’m not gonna renew your contract,” Pickle said, now feeling very thirsty. She clicked her fingers too get the barman’s attention.
“Pickle, I’m sorry. I’ll do anything you want me to do. Do you want me to do Hector?” she pleaded. “He hasn’t touched me yet, I can just-”
“A beer, yeah, that one. Finally, thank you.” Pickle gulped down half of it, it was cool and exactly what she needed right now.
Cadena hopped on the spot as if she desperately wanted to pee. “Pickle, tell me, I’m dying here. I need this job... Please.”
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