(unisol's character in my game is called James. I got confused between them.) He chuckles. "Maybe. But maybe I'll be the one who breaks you in half." He moves his hands to squeeze and pinch her nipples. "Maybe you've been bigger and stronger than everyone else for so long that you want someone to bully you for a change?" One hand move downwards, into her pants, caressing her clit.
{No problem - it's an open-world game } Eva started the motorcycle, knowing that probably someone else would take the contract. It wasn't really her problem. She decided against taking on any contract from the handler and got on the motor. With great speed she started driving through the streets - where would her road lead her? Another bar? Home? Or somewhere else?
Nineke's body shuddered due to stimulation. "Oh, you better start running, because when I get free - I'm going to break you in half!" She growled.
“Of course.” Gina at least had a pretty easy means to just access the internet from right there to message one of her police contacts who owed them a favour. There were still a few cops and journalists out there genuinely interested in helping people so naturally, they’d all stick together. Debriefing her contact, she began to get up from her seat, waiting for the girl to follow her to the new temporary home she had set up. Not that this was something to be casually done. She’d need this leas to work out to justify to making her contacts spend this much resources, but it was doable enough that as she unlocked her car and opened it to allow her to climb in, and Gina moved to the driver’s, she was sure the place would be ready when they got there. The drive still meant, they’d be a whiles away, leaving her to glance at her passenger. “So, we’re not using your real name, obviously. What should we call you?”
The woman paused as she got into the car. "Sam. You can call me Sam." She answered as she buckled her belt. "Where are we going?" She asked as Gina started the car,
"Then maybe I should never let you get free, then?" He continues to pleasure her, stroking her g spot and groping her breasts. "I have to say, you have one hell of a body." Adding his control over her cybernetics to the mix, increasing the sensitivity of her nerves, he brings her to the peak of orgasm, only to deny her at the last moment. "Tell me what I want to know, and you can have your release." He continues to torture her by denying her orgasm.
"To-(Non descript address? I really don't have a specific location off the top of my head for this.) As she made a turn off at the road, Gina was mostly focused on driving, taking a quick glance at Sam, Gina's eyes naturally capturing footage without the hassle of trying to fit a whole film crew in the car. She'd have to edit out what parts and stuff would be usable later, though secondary cameras were nice for getting proper angles for the viewers. "Sam. I like it. So....maybe it will sound like I'm prying and just say no to answering if it's too much. You had to have heard all the stories about the guy, right? How'd you get into it with him in the first place? What's the story there?"
Checking the holographic display, she coaxed a few more kilometers per hour out of her motorcycle as she drifted, almost touching the road with her knee as she turned onto an off-ramp. The engine roared as she swerved between a truck and the car trying to overtake it. Eva caught a brief glimpse of the driver's expression before speeding on as highrise buildings with glittering lights started to surround the streets. The helmet's dark visor filled with information as she tuned in to the surface level of the net. She sorted through the stories about scandals, salacious gossip, scathing critiques, sex, and anything else that the companies with access to her feed thought would interest her and could use to market products through. Usually, she dismissed them, but this time she was looking for something to occupy her time. Something to get her adrenaline pumping. Sade Garden had no current active activities, but another club near here was hosting an open entrance fighting ring and the guest DJ was a name she recognized and knew they could keep the music booming throughout the night. Eva took another dangerous, high-speed turn, whistling past a red light as she set her GPS to her new destination through a mental command routed through the helmet. If the competition seemed fun then she'd happily trade the entertainment for a few new bruises. Otherwise, she had a dance floor to show off on. For now, she enjoyed the drug that was blistering speed, tightening her grip around the handles, and leaned into the body of the motorcycle.
"You are more fucking twisted than I thought if you find that body sexy." She growled. Nineke groaned as Jack continued teasing her. It didn't take her long to relent. "Fuck! Someone send me the info. I don't fuck know who." She smirked. "I guess you made yourself quite a few enemies."
{No need for address - just the description of the place} Sam sat in silence for a couple of minutes. "I didn't know it was him, at first. I didn't watch the news for quite some time... I meet him in the shop - he was pleasant to talk to... romantic... I went with him on a date, then a second..." She paused. "I came to quite like him. That he was great in bed, only added to his charm. He was wild during the sex, made me have one climax after another..." She paused. "Ah, you are probably not interested in that."
As she drove, enjoying the speed, suddenly a siren sounded behind her - the blue and red lights blinking. As she looked into the mirror, she saw a police car. One of the older models. It was signaling her to stop.
"Nonsense, you shouldn't be so hard on yourself, you look great." He chuckles, before finally allowing her to orgasm. "I suppose I have. Oh well." He restores her ability to use her limbs, with the caveat that he can disable them at a moment's notice. "Lead me to your place. I want to see that message.
The woman breaths heavily as she slowly recovers from orgasm. Then she looks at Jack and nods. "Sure, I will show you." She slowly gets up from kneeling position. Then, before Jack can react, Nienke snatches his net-rig and crushes it with her hand. "I'll be sure to each you really good." She growls as she allows the shattered pieces fall on the ground. She grabs the wire and pulls it of from her neck-port. Then she punches fist into her opened hand. "How about, I defile you, now." She grinned cockly.
Jack stumbles back, falling onto the ground, expression frozen in pure terror. "P-Please, don't hurt me..." As he begs for mercy, holding a hand in front of his face as if in a vain attempt to protect himself, but in reality to gain her attention. His other hand takes hold of the dirty hypodermic needle. "I'll do anything, just don't hurt me."
Everything had to end eventually. The engine of the motorcycle seemed to groan and sputter in protest as its driver pulled over to the side. Eva removed her helmet, taking a deep, calming breath before placing it on one of the handles and she spun around on her seat. With a coquettish pout, her eyes slightly raised, she hung her head with a false sense of shame. Eva curled out her arms in a graceful and precise motion, crossing them at the wrists as if they were about to be handcuffed. In another situation she wouldn't have minded it, she had a wonderful pair scurried away in the saddlebag one of her legs was brushing up against as she lifted the limb and placed it against the footrest. A speeding ticket or a stern talking to was preferable to the consequences of resisting arrest and trying to get away. She needed a bit more on the line to make the adrenaline rush worth it. And when also judged against a few rounds in the area with some possibly promising fighters, then the choice wasn't difficult to make. "Good evening officer. Have I done something wrong?" Any approaching officer would see the pair of guns holstered at her hips by the way she sat.
They arrive at a normal enough, apartment block, identical to about every other middle class dwelling, which was exactly the point. Sam took a seat on the couch for now. “Not exactly what I was looking for. Your sex life is your business. I’m more interested in his business. Last I recall, that meant cocaine.” She waited for Sam to give details that would point to an actual lead for a story, while waiting for the police detail to show. “Sam, you’re smart. Don’t answer the door for anyone, but me. If you see anyone you even think is suspicious, call me. If you need to go out in public, always have an escort. That all makes sense to you?”
Nineke chuckled as she advanced on Jack. "Oh, I think I will have both. You did pissed me off even more right now. So I am going to hurt you, and if you want to live, you will do anything I desire anyway." She hit her fists together, before grabbing Jack by the collar and raising him from the ground.
Eva noticed the police officer coming closer. She must have noticed the guns, cause she had her gun drawn. "You were driving far above the allowed speed. Your documents." The woman ordered, as she watched each of Eva's moves, like a hawk.
Sam doesn't answer, instead of looking over the window. "I... don't have proof... only a lead..." She shook her head."He will be meeting some kind of dealer tonight at the warehouse in the docks. But all hush-hush with deniability, in case the police showed up." She breathed in. "I don't know what they will be trading." As they reached the safehouse - a small flat in one of the better parts of the city. "Yeah." She said strangely calm now, that they got to the place. "I get it."
He nods his head rapidly, seemingly in utter fear as she pulls him up. When she pulls him close to her, he thrusts the syringe deep into her throat and shoves her away. "I was having trouble deciding to execute you. I've never been much good at killing people when they're defenseless, I always chicken out. Thanks to you, I didn't have to choose." He shoves down on the syringe, sending the whole thing into her throat.
