Dark Future Short Stories - Sixth - The Climax Truth
The Climax Truth
Squeezy almost had him. Just a few more minutes and he’d be in a deep sleep, but climaxing. The Chef of the banks security forces that was all about going against Striker was below her having a ride. The drug mix was working and his brain was stimulated further using his high-end direct cyber-link into his brain. He was not the active guy and liked being served in exquisite leather dessous complimenting her trained curves. She was a perfect upper class blond mistress servant in every respect. She had him deep in her and her cyberware upgraded vagina was working on max level. The drug mix was as usually taking by glass of Champaign and she started undressing to give him a lap dance to than undress him. She took him in and started riding him gently increasing the pressure around him using her implant. Along with his heart rate measured by her finger tip sensors, a sex bot AI calculating the perfect mixture of all stimulants, she quickly, but of course not too quickly, shot him into another sphere satisfying his addiction to the strongest and most pushing drug in the post downfall world: a proper Cyber Climax.
She stopped the up and down movement, pushed the pheromone level in her sweat to peak level and started to give him a wet, deep French kiss pushing her tongue deep into his mouth just to release this time an extra drop of a concentrated aphrodisiac that was kept a secret. She could see his heart rate jump and pushed her vagina activity to the top level. He turned climax. She controlled his breath to keep him off a heart attack using mouth to mouth and would keep him there for the next six minutes. The mistress that was still next to him on a Platin chain trigged the bio hack software to attack his memory through his already established direct link cyber connection that was stimulating his happy and stress receivers to kick him into endorphin and adrenalin levels most animals would not survive.
They created a copy of the electronic parts of his brain that were part of his corporate hardware implemented into his brain that came along with the job of securing the bank. Data that he was not supposed to be forgotten which might happen using only his brain cells to memorize.
A full scan of his brain to recreated his biological memory based on his brain cell connections and interacting chemicals was also possible, but that would needed a few more minutes and could not be done while the software copied his cyberware implants, plus they would had to send the scan on a physical device to Macao to have it turned into a readable database and that would take time, time and lots of cash.
She stopped the heavy, deep moaning and encouraging dirty talk while he was caught in a epileptic like movement grabbing her double DDs tight. It actually looked funny. His eyes were wide open and she pushed himdown into the lounge chair which was way no easy task to keep his climax under control. He also was making unmet bass noises constantly ejaculating into her and her vagina upgrades were quite busy cleaning his seed. He’d be quite empty and would need quite a bath.
Part of the deal was a night in the Spa along with an all naked breakfast with another go with the twins. They’d wash him, put him to sleep like a baby, layed next to him and gently woke him up next week curing him from the side effects of the sexual overload that would keep him busy with flashbacks for about a month.
That service was paied by the bank and not on the cheap side. The only more expensive version available was the same deal, but in the Mediterranean on a especially prepared yacht that was also quite save against pirate attacks. The Algerians found back to their ancient routes and sometimes a few of her stuff stayed away turning into a harem lady in a desert oasis villa leaving into a different world.
They needed to know what they planned against Striker. It was time to pay back against a common enemy. The bank was known for occult and lethal rituals against woman and those that managed to survive them were usually found in their streets half dead with severe mental problems some never overcame. She managed to keep her women off their list, but they were regularly busy with their own employees ruling them buy fear way worse than the long gone lover boys that tricket her during the downfall into a job she stuck in, but excelled in, too.
During the battles of independence from pimps and corrupt police officials he had given them an urban gurillia training AI supported by a student monitoring database and a oponent success predicition logic based on camera footage of any human or animal moving that was running on standard VR systems including an appropriate CPU that later turned into the core of the denfence system and he had taken out the Nomads and SWAT using nothing more than an axe and a rapier and a military grade body suit. She never had seen a sword like that. It looked like those swords she knew form the old cheesy musketeer 2D movies that made her dream of being a princess when she was a happy child. Just, the hand guard was filled with spikes and he did not hesitate to punch them into a face in range. He guided in his left hand an axe in a short grip using both shaft and blade to cut through the men that met with him on a meeting they thought that was meant to talk.
He did not state a single word, but showed up and immediately after locking the bar started cutting through the flesh of all men no matter if Police or Rocker.
After he was finished he used the axe to decapitate them, put the heads into a white bag with a red cross on and left that at the first step of the old Dome that had no use any more, but give shelter to a few homeless people.
This massacre was the day of independence for the prostitutes and with the help of the mafia they financed what they had build today: The party centre of the Sprawl. The biggest gambling, party hard, sex adventure, VR World, food place, Spa society that spread out over three major roads all secured by the finest systems international connected mafia syndicates could provide to keep things ... “clean” is the wrong word so.
He could not remember anything unusual when he left next noon all happy and incredibly relaxed, calling in sick being busy with his hands and imagination for the rest of the week, beside stressing the follow up escort service on a few evenings to their limits.
They’d check data as soon as the analytics software was done creating a summary. Coffe time...
