<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>Switch almost glowed with pride herself when Rave asked to share the simsense memory. She tugged the blankets up to cover their bodies, and arranged herself comfortably with her head resting soundly on the pillow. "Of course, love," she murmured. "I always love sharing these things with you."<br/><br/>Once she was certain they were both comfortable, she rested her hand on Rave's bosom and closed her eyes, and queued up the simsense recording. It played as vividly as she had lived it, with intense sights, sounds, smells, tastes and emotions. Rave could feel the intense lust and arousal Switch had been experiencing every time she looked at Rave, and the moment of nervous delight when Rave finally allowed Switch to see and touch her intimately. Every word Switch spoke was laced with her original emotions, every touch between the two women felt like electricity, and Switch's orgasms were almost overpowering.<br/><br/>The recording ended with Switch falling asleep in her new lover's arms, and as the simsense track faded, the two women drifted from simsense into ordinary sleep, nestled together tenderly. Outside, the sun rose, reached its zenith, and began its descent again.<br/><br/>The lovers began to stir at about two in the afternoon, and they woke to a blinking message packet in their AR feeds, marked as coming from their mutual employer, the Boss. It had high enough priority that it demanded their attention as soon as they woke, but not so high as to wake them from their slumber. The Boss had full access to all of their sensor feeds, and Switch's simsense data, so of course he always knew what they were doing.<br/><br/>The message was a video message, showing the Boss in his comfortable chair in his usual place of business, the back room of one of his more upscale nightclubs. "Buongiorno, mie ragazze," he greeted them. "It always warms my heart to see you two so close. Switch, you are still as beautiful as you were the first day I put you to use. Rave... well, I have plans for you too.<br/><br/>"But to business. I have a job for you two. You know Club Vertex, in Riverton? It's not actually one of mine, but the owners pay me protection money, which means I need to provide actual protection, and it looks bad for us when bad things happen there.<br/><br/>"People have been disappearing from Club Vertex. It's not a high-class place - higher than Club Steam, but still. It mostly serves wage slaves and the wealthier kind of SINless. A few nobodies disappear, that doesn't raise a fuss, but last night Alicia Fitzwilliam went missing. Name probably doesn't mean anything to you, but her father is a minor executive in Festo, the drone company. Seems she liked going slumming away from her pappa's eye, and wanted something more real than the Touristville experience.<br/><br/>"Anyway, the point is, she's gone. Cameras show her entering the club, but there's nothing for her leaving. She was running her commlink silent when she disappeared, and our deckers can't find a trace of it anywhere. Even the secret RFID trackers she didn't know about aren't showing up on the Matrix. I've made inquiries and called in favours among the metahuman traffickers I know, and nobody knows anything."<br/><br/>He pointed his cigar at the camera. "That's where you two come in. I want you to go to Club Vertex and flush out these kidnappers. They've been preying on pretty young women, and by their pattern so far, you should both be perfect targets. Find them, find out who they work for, and, if possible, get Signorita Fitzwilliam back and shut down their operation. Start tonight. The owner of the club, Ludmilla Gorbunova, is expecting you and will assist you in any way she can. Contact me before you leave if you have further questions, but once you reach the club, you should keep your distance from our family. I will supply you with disposable SINs for the mission, so that your regular identities are not compromised."<br/><br/>The message winked out, and Switch smiled at her lover excitedly, squeezing her hand.