<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5c/SwitchSmall.jpg)<br/>Switch (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1EW7kMex5ArfjHNlqslE-TGlRPPr5fcQ_kDeSBKkktvY)<br/></div>A tiny drone hovered in the shadows of a side street in Touristville, filled to the brim with cameras, microphones and other sensors. Some of these sensors were scanning the cars, motorbikes and pedestrians who hurried along the street, while others tracked a small knot of devil rats that were lurking in the gutter, waiting for something or someone weak enough for them to snatch.<br/><br/>Most of the drone's sensors, however, were focused on two figures in a dingy alley that was barely wide enough for a single car. One figure was a hulking troll in a charcoal gray business suit, with his trousers around his ankles. He was bent over a much smaller figure, an elf woman in a halter top that was currently pulled over her head, hiding her face while exposing her huge breasts, her long silver hair cascading down her bare back.<br/><br/>The elf woman, Switch, was clinging to the side of a dumpster while the troll slammed into her from behind, his huge manhood almost completely buried in her bare pussy. He gripped her breasts with his enormous hands, squeezing them roughly every time he thrust into her. "That's it, bitch!" he grunted as he worked on her. "That's eleven inches, take it all, you dirty whore!"<br/><br/>Switch gasped and rocked her hips back against the troll, keeping her long, shapely legs spread wide for him. "Yes! Fuck me, fuck me harder! I'm just a stupid slut, so treat me like one!" The troll's rough treatment shoved her face and hands against the dumpster, but her drone was watching the action closely, giving her a visual feed of the troll's movements and even a graph of his arousal, measured through pheromone detection and infrared photography.<br/><br/>At just the right time, she squeezed the (artificial) muscles in her passage tightly, milking the huge cock inside her and eliciting a delighted groan from its wielder. She felt the troll's fingernails dig into the flesh of her breasts as he came violently inside her, with such force and volume that only a troll could produce. She rode his orgasm until it was spent, then squealed when he spun her around and forced her head down on him to clean his shaft, a task she took to with gusto.<br/><br/>A minute later, he had shoved her onto a pile of garbage, thrown a credstick at her, zipped up his pants and left. Switch lay there for a moment, with troll cum clinging to her lips and seeping down her thighs, her huge bosom heaving as she caught her breath. The drone flew closer and took photos and video of her from several angles, seeming to savour the moment of its mistress's sexual humiliation.<br/><br/>Then she hopped to her feet with preternatural grace and pulled her halter top back over her breasts. "Now that was a workout," she said, running a finger over her pussy lips. Most of her flesh down there was synthetic, but she would probably have some bruises tomorrow. "You get all that, Temzee?" The drone bobbed up and down, its single propeller barely audible over the background noise of Touristville. "Good. I'm sure my fans are going to love it."<br/><br/>Her long silver hair retracted into her scalp, revealing a data port behind one ear. She twirled the credstick in her fingers and slotted it into the port, transferring her payment - a hundred nuyen - to her Mafia bank account. She slipped the now-empty credstick into her handbag alongside the lingerie she had been wearing before her encounter with the troll, then issued a Matrix command through her implanted commlink.<br/><br/>Switch stepped out of the alley, still half-dressed and stained with garbage and bodily fluids. A few passers-by stopped to eye her body speculatively and take photos, but most accepted the presence of a half-naked whore as just part of the scenery. She lounged against a wall for less than a minute before the gentle whirr of an electric engine heralded the arrival of a dark blue Thundercloud Contrail racing motorcycle. Its saddlebags popped open, letting her take out and don a red Urban Explorer jumpsuit with helmet. She was on the bike and riding away into the night without a second glance at the alley behind her.<br/><br/>The bike cruised through the streets of Touristville at a rapid but still mostly safe pace, trailed by Temzee the drone. Switch revelled in the freedom of being out on the streets on her bike, then sent a comm message to her roommate, Rave. "Hey girl, just got done here. Your shift wrapping up soon? Thought we might pick up a soy-pizza for dinnerfast. Check out my new vids when you get a chance, k? Love you!" The footage Temzee had recorded of her last encounter, and her own simsense recordings, were already uploaded to her Horizon Encounters profile, another drop in the teeming sea of pornography that flooded the Matrix.