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</div>K gave a loud moan as Siv stroked her between her legs again, promising to eat her. K wondered if she should believe her, or if she was just teasing her again to mess with her head. With the hand on her breast though, she barely cared, lost in the pleasure of finally being touched. "Please, eat me out, momma." Her groan turned into a whine as Siv took away her fingers and repositioned herself.<i> This, again</i>. K loved eating women out more than most people, but Siv was merciless and K's tongue was already sore. "...yes ma'am," she muttered sulkily and got back to work, wondering if it would ever be her turn.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">~~~​</div><br/>The garage for the Blackwood Company was in the sub-basement of the Blue Helix headquarters. Noisy pressurized platforms raised and lowered motorcycles from the sub-basement to the basement parking lot. From there was a ramp where the bikes could roar up to street level. K was on the lowest level, surrounded by wrenches, drivers, and all kinds of mechanical parts. She was finishing up tuning Shane's bike, switching over the controls from being ambidextrous to solely right-side handling.<br/><br/>Shane's prosthetic right leg was made out of carefully bent metal, scrapped from an old space ship. She'd left some of the worn old paint on it for flare. Her hand, contrasting with her leg, was a newer, black metal cybernetic which extended up her arm for faster reflexes. Even aside from the uniqueness of her cybernetics, Shane was beautiful. She was tall with a small waist and long legs. She liked to wear corset tops and leather pants, and her black hair was streaked with neon blue in her side-swept bangs.<br/><br/>"Can you make it any faster?" Shane asked for what seemed like the hundredth time. She could plead and flirt all she liked, but K wasn't in charge of the garage budget yet, so she didn't have the means to fund a black market shopping trip - yet, anyway.<br/><br/>"Not until you have more money for me. And I'm not wearing this fucking collar," K added bitterly. She was in a bad mood this morning, feeling more than usual like a caged animal; all the puppy talk was getting to her. Although it was early in the morning, K's hands were already covered in dirt and grease. She rolled out from beneath the elevated bike, hopping up from her back in a practiced move. She steered the bike back onto the platform that would take it upstairs. "There you go, Shane. Come back to me when you're feeling rich," K said flatly. "Who's next?"<br/><br/>"I'll come back to you when I want my pussy eaten out instead," Shane said matter-of-factly.<br/><br/>K's jaw dropped before she clenched it again. Apparently, she was just<i>everyone's </i>property here. "Fuck off, Shane."<br/><br/>"Fuck<i>you,</i>darling," she said with a wink as the platform raised her out of sight.