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06 Temmuz 2023, 15:09
Rama - Blackshaft 1-05 - Lines
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The Lime Building. Samantha White?s Apartment. Morning.
The alarm was soft. A gentle ringing that slowly nudged Samantha Awake. She took a deep yawn and stretched where she lay then looked at the sleeping curves of the hostess named Amanda next to her. She smiled as she thought of the fucking she?d gotten from the woman. Amanda had slammed that dildo in deep. Sam gently touched her pussy lips and remembered the thick, black strap-on that had pounded into her last night. The sun was streaming in though her window as she reached for the BlackGen phone. It was the latest toy from one of Lime?s sub-companies. A phone that did everything; calls, e-mail, messaging, internet, picture and video. The vibrator option even felt good against her clit. Shame it couldn?t make coffee after it made you come, she smiled as she switched it on.
There was the usual round of messages; people to call or message back, no spam shit as usual. So far so good. The security on the system was proving every word the tech-geeks had said. There was one message from Adrian Lime. Samantha tapped the screen and read it: ?Re-Breach. They can?t find anything. No threat. Start stage 1.?
?A?, it was signed. Adrian Lime. Samantha switched it off and looked at the clock. 06:09am. She looked towards the sleeping Amanda. Let her sleep. Sam thought and lay back. She thought of the young woman at the lab. The hunched over figure. It was obvious what she was doing to herself. Sam smiled and looked at Amanda again. She switched on the vibration function and turned over in the bed, sliding the phone under the covers.
Amanda opened her eyes and smiled as she felt the vibrations from the phone being held between her legs. She looked at Samantha White, her boss, and her lover and smiled at the pleasure between her legs.
?Morning.? Samantha said, feeling those smooth thighs start to part. It was breakfast time....
Beach Mansion. Kacey?s room.
The costume lay on the floor. The leather cape, short coat and trousers had been thrown over a chair. The plain white bra and panties was on the floor Alison was wearing a white robe, her hair still wet. The shower had felt good after being down in the catacombs. She needed the time to think. She knew what she needed to do now. Things were clear for the first time in a while. She looked at the sleeping form in the bed again. Much clearer now. Alison turned around and headed for her own bedroom.
Very much clearer...
Corrine Allen?s Apartment. Morning.
Corrine Allen finished drying off and pulled on the robe as she looked across the park. To one side she could see the lex - the Lime Building, she reminded herself. Beach industries had a new rival in town. As CEO of Beach Industries she?d seen other businesses come and go. They always had ambitions to become bigger, better and more powerful, but... they didn?t. Corrine poured her morning decaf coffee and looked at the sunlight casting across the trees. 42 years of age and running the biggest company in the city. That fact always made her wonder if he was dreaming. Who?d have thought it?
Corrine thought of the little shithole town out west she?d been brought up and smiled. The computer on her desk beeped and she walked round to view the latest messages. The usual business stuff...and one from Alison. Finally, she thought. It had been days since Alison had been in touch. Carl?s death was probably the cause. There had been nothing an the news about the city?s vigilante which always was good. She?d been trying to get Alison stop the caped avenger stuff for a couple of years now. Corrine could see how Alison was starting to drag Kacey down that very same path. The kid should be studying or getting drunk or worrying about boyfriends. Having a proper life. Not dressing up in leather and putting her life on the line for a city of people who?d never give a shit if you needed help.
She?d seen Alison become wrapped up in the persona of Scarlett Queen, to the point there was no real use in her having any role in the company. Corrine couldn?t say she wasn?t guiltless in aiding her though. How else was Alison expected to get the vehicles and the gizmos she used? All custom made and all done through Research
(Adults Only. Copyright@Rama. 2013)
The Lime Building. Samantha White?s Apartment. Morning.
The alarm was soft. A gentle ringing that slowly nudged Samantha Awake. She took a deep yawn and stretched where she lay then looked at the sleeping curves of the hostess named Amanda next to her. She smiled as she thought of the fucking she?d gotten from the woman. Amanda had slammed that dildo in deep. Sam gently touched her pussy lips and remembered the thick, black strap-on that had pounded into her last night. The sun was streaming in though her window as she reached for the BlackGen phone. It was the latest toy from one of Lime?s sub-companies. A phone that did everything; calls, e-mail, messaging, internet, picture and video. The vibrator option even felt good against her clit. Shame it couldn?t make coffee after it made you come, she smiled as she switched it on.
There was the usual round of messages; people to call or message back, no spam shit as usual. So far so good. The security on the system was proving every word the tech-geeks had said. There was one message from Adrian Lime. Samantha tapped the screen and read it: ?Re-Breach. They can?t find anything. No threat. Start stage 1.?
?A?, it was signed. Adrian Lime. Samantha switched it off and looked at the clock. 06:09am. She looked towards the sleeping Amanda. Let her sleep. Sam thought and lay back. She thought of the young woman at the lab. The hunched over figure. It was obvious what she was doing to herself. Sam smiled and looked at Amanda again. She switched on the vibration function and turned over in the bed, sliding the phone under the covers.
Amanda opened her eyes and smiled as she felt the vibrations from the phone being held between her legs. She looked at Samantha White, her boss, and her lover and smiled at the pleasure between her legs.
?Morning.? Samantha said, feeling those smooth thighs start to part. It was breakfast time....
Beach Mansion. Kacey?s room.
The costume lay on the floor. The leather cape, short coat and trousers had been thrown over a chair. The plain white bra and panties was on the floor Alison was wearing a white robe, her hair still wet. The shower had felt good after being down in the catacombs. She needed the time to think. She knew what she needed to do now. Things were clear for the first time in a while. She looked at the sleeping form in the bed again. Much clearer now. Alison turned around and headed for her own bedroom.
Very much clearer...
Corrine Allen?s Apartment. Morning.
Corrine Allen finished drying off and pulled on the robe as she looked across the park. To one side she could see the lex - the Lime Building, she reminded herself. Beach industries had a new rival in town. As CEO of Beach Industries she?d seen other businesses come and go. They always had ambitions to become bigger, better and more powerful, but... they didn?t. Corrine poured her morning decaf coffee and looked at the sunlight casting across the trees. 42 years of age and running the biggest company in the city. That fact always made her wonder if he was dreaming. Who?d have thought it?
Corrine thought of the little shithole town out west she?d been brought up and smiled. The computer on her desk beeped and she walked round to view the latest messages. The usual business stuff...and one from Alison. Finally, she thought. It had been days since Alison had been in touch. Carl?s death was probably the cause. There had been nothing an the news about the city?s vigilante which always was good. She?d been trying to get Alison stop the caped avenger stuff for a couple of years now. Corrine could see how Alison was starting to drag Kacey down that very same path. The kid should be studying or getting drunk or worrying about boyfriends. Having a proper life. Not dressing up in leather and putting her life on the line for a city of people who?d never give a shit if you needed help.
She?d seen Alison become wrapped up in the persona of Scarlett Queen, to the point there was no real use in her having any role in the company. Corrine couldn?t say she wasn?t guiltless in aiding her though. How else was Alison expected to get the vehicles and the gizmos she used? All custom made and all done through Research