FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 23:46:33</strong>
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				In the year 3624NE, times have changed. But you know that. What’s more interesting is how we stay the same.<br><br><div align="center">+++</div><br>They were in their bedroom, a loft above the large foyer and main hall of the <em>Bordello Rouge</em>. Jasper Mannheim, the sour, cynical street urchin, and Tabatha Amsterdam, the lively, friendly barfly lived together. They had been for the past six years. <br><br>Jasper was sitting at the computer terminal, the sleek synthmetal flowing out of the wall as he approached, naked, solidifying in to the touchpad and view screen. His body was reflected by the metal, warped in places where the metal curved. <br><br>“What are you doing, Jasp?” Tabatha asked from their bed, her voice betraying her drowsiness. She too was naked, sprawled out on top of what remained of the bed sheets. She lay on her side, propped up by an elbow as she watched Jasper leave the bed. From between her legs, in the right light, a glistening could be seen, as well as white liquid leaking out from her. <br><br>“Seeing if Moriarty has any more work for us. We’re running low on money chips, and I don’t want to have to borrow more from Dassah. I hate being in her debt,” Jasper replied, absently punching keys as menus cycled across the viewscreen. <br><br>Tabatha sighed, heavily, before dragging herself out of bed, her bare feet padding across the cold floor until she was behind Jasper. “Why can’t you trust her, Jasper? She’s our friend. She took me in all those years ago. I owe her everything!”<br><br>“And that’s the problem! We already owe her so much! It’s dangerous, Tabatha,” he shot back. She knew how he felt about this. He paused, the view screen freezing, as he felt her against him, her soft breasts pressing against his back as she wrapped her arms around him. <br><br>“I’m sorry,” she whimpered, knowing he couldn’t stand hearing her like that. “I just wished you’d be more open to people.”<br><br>“Yea, whatever. I have my reasons,” Jasper replied, finding the contract he was looking for. <br><br><div align="center">+++</div><br>“What’s Moriarty got for us?” Tabatha asked Jasper as they sat in one of the tables in the main hall, looking around at the incredibly ancient architecture held up by this-century support. From how Dassah tells it, it used to be some big Catholic Church. <br><br>Jasper put his drink down, and slid a small pad across the table to wear Tabatha sat in her shear white and black leotard-like outfit, the clasp of her top snapped shut, holding her breasts in place. She wore computer-wave sleeves, and had two net-transmitters poking out from her red hair. She wore a matching pair of thigh-high boots. She always dressed to stand out. <br><br>Taking the pad, she studied it for a moment, before putting it down on the table. Leaning back in to her chair, she sighed, crossing her arms under her chest. “Why did we take this? It’s a drug run, for Pleasure’s sake! We never do drug runs!”<br><br>“Would you quiet it down? Corporates could be staking here today?” Jasper hissed, leaning forward on the table conspiratorially. “We’re taking the job because I don’t want to ask Dassah for money, and we’ve got two thousand chips in the bank. Unless you want to seriously rethink your lifestyle, we need a quick, pricey job. This is all Moriarty had.”<br><br>Her eyes narrowed at Jasper, as her body steeled itself for a confrontation. At the last second, she bit her tongue, letting the argument slide, and after a long pause: “Fine, we’ll do it. But I don’t want to make it a habit. I hate drugs!”<br><br>Jasper grinned then at Tabatha, laughing to himself as he shook his head. “Good. We better get going soon, then. We need to be at the south docks in four hours.”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 00:24:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Investigations/Skydoll1.jpg)</div><br>It was a cold day, and getting colder.&nbsp; But then, everything always seemed cold to Galatea.&nbsp; The air she pretended to breathe, the tasteless synthetic food that she ate only out of habit, the concrete and steel against the soles of her feet, the throngs of busy people with glassy drug addled stares and cheeks flushed from hourly romps in the bedroom; the whole damned city, the whole damned <em>world</em> seemed as frigid as Lucifer's long forgotten throne.&nbsp; It wasn't a feeling that she could simply ignore, though the way everyone carried on it seemed as though the planet was filled with warmth and joy and mutual understanding.&nbsp; One would be hard pressed to look around and fail to see a brightly shining smile, either on the faces of pedestrians or peering out from massive advertisement screens.&nbsp; Most of them were fake, and the real ones were fleeting.&nbsp; Her face remained as dour as her current circumstances suggested it should be.<br><br><em>Besides,</em> she thought wryly, <em>Isn't that the old stereotype?&nbsp; The cold and emotionless robot.&nbsp; Why not sink down to those ignorant expectations, when I've already fallen as far as this?</em><br><br>Galatea stopped in front of a large garishly decorated building that advertised its wares without shame, holograms of beautiful women baring flesh and gyrating against the glass windows.&nbsp; She seemed terribly small before it, her exaggeratedly slight frame failing to be hidden even beneath the heavy white peacoat and slate gray pants, feet stuffed into designer combat boots.&nbsp; The collar of her coat had been drawn up around the back of her head, which in turn was covered by a wide-brimmed hat and a short brown wig.&nbsp; Even with such a disguise, there was a perfection about her face that gave Galatea away immediately to anyone that allowed their eyes to linger.&nbsp; The craftsmanship was truly remarkable, a sculpted beauty that could not be possessed by any naturally born human.&nbsp; It was the face of an android, but not a model that could simply be bought.&nbsp; If one were to inspect it long enough, it might even seem recognizable...<br><br>Her royal purple eyes focused on the front door, pondering her decision.&nbsp; Merely being in the presence of a Bordello set her ill at ease, but the idea of actually staying at one was enough to sicken her.&nbsp; But it was exactly the last sort of place <em>they</em> would look to find her.&nbsp; She had climbed so high in order to escape the roots of her existence that it would never occur to them that she would dare to hide in the very place that glorified the function of her body that she despised.<br><br>Setting her face with determination, Galatea took one last look about the street before striding forward, grasping the doorknob, and slinking inside as gracefully as any thief.&nbsp; The interior of the <em>Bordello Rouge</em> was far classier than its exterior, with so many crimsons, mauves, and violets that one had to struggle to pick out the slightest traces of cool colours amongst all the heavy drapery and visibly perfumed air.&nbsp; It suited the place just fine.&nbsp; The colours had suited her just fine as well, before the Fall.&nbsp; Now she just hoped that the <em>Vacancy</em> sign was correct, and that they still accepted money over pleasures of the flesh when it came to payment.&nbsp; The wells were nearly dry, but she'd had foresight.&nbsp; Enough credits to live on had been salvaged.&nbsp; Now it was just a matter of getting <em>more.</em><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 01:17:45</strong>
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				The guards, two old-model ‘bouncer’ droids, were motionless as Galatea passed between them. Their personality chips had been turned off. Their only purpose was to keep the riff-raff out of the Bordello.<br><br>Tabatha was the first one to notice the android enter, facing the door as she always did. Her head quirked, forgetting Jasper for a moment as she studied her. She had never seen any model like that before. She seemed lost, not quite sure who to talk to, so Tabatha took action. <br><br>“Excuse me, Jasper,” she said as she rose from her seat, revealing to any onlooker that her leotard like outfit did nothing to cover her behind, the suit descending in to the cleft of her ass. <br><br>“Hello? Can I help you?” she asked the striking android. She was all smiles, assuming nothing as she tried to aid the newcomer. She may not have been the owner of the Bordello, but she did her part to manage and run it, and, when the fancy struck her, join in with some of the girl’s and their clients.<br><br>Jasper cursed under his breath as Tabatha rose, hopping away to no less befriend yet another. She was an insatiable woman. She never had enough people around her. Rising from his own chair, he slowly meandered over to Tabatha and the android, putting a scowl on his face.<br><br>“We don’t need another worker, if that’s what you’ve come for,” he piped up as he made to stand just behind Tabatha, off to the right. They were in the dead center of the large room. “This is the best Bordello in forty square miles. We get enough people coming in just to rent our facilities.”<br><br>Tabatha’s noise crinkled as her right elbow sunk in to Jasper’s stomach. “That’s enough, Jasper. We don’t know what she wants.”<br><br>“She’s an android, Tabatha. Female androids are made for only one reason,” he returned, doubled over. <br><br>“That. Doesn’t. Matter,” she snapped, turning back to Galatea and smiling. “Sorry about that, he got up on the wrong side of the bed. What can I do for you?” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 01:40:57</strong>
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				Galatea barely had enough time to acknowledge Tabatha's greeting before Jasper brought a look of distaste to her face.&nbsp; Unfriendly, paranoid, arrogant, and tactless.&nbsp; Exactly the sort of person she'd hoped wouldn't be residing here.&nbsp; Then again, it was hardly surprising that an establishment built for the express purpose of selling sex would draw such an unpleasant person.<br><br>"I believe the purpose of my creation is of no concern to you, <em>human,"</em> she said, her lips pulled into a tight smile.&nbsp; Immediately ignoring his presence, she looked back towards Tabatha with a far warmer expression.&nbsp; Whether it was genuine was another matter; an android could hold any expression it wanted to and make it utterly convincing.&nbsp; <br><br>"It is no trouble at all, ma chérie.&nbsp; I am used to enduring the mindless cruelties of the ignorant.&nbsp; As a matter of fact, there is something you can do for me.&nbsp; I am seeking room and board at this fine Bordello of yours.&nbsp; I can pay in credits.&nbsp; Not flesh," she added, a dark look flickering to Jasper before returning to the more amiable Tabatha.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 02:32:40</strong>
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				Jasper sneered back at Galatea, showing equal and obvious disdain. Tabatha just sighed, defeated, as she tried to steer the Android away from Jasper. “Right this way, then.”<br><br>Wrapping an arm around the Android’s slender shoulder, Tabatha began walking to the back, toward the bar that extended across the entire wall. “The Bordello isn’t mine, but I live here with Jasper, the sour shit who’d just as well see you wallow out on the streets. Who you want to see for a semi-permanent residence is Dassah, but she’s... indisposed, at the moment.”<br><br>They had made it to the bar, and Tabatha promptly took a seat, squirming at the feel of the leather on her all but bare backside. Jasper wasn’t far behind, always hovering near his lover. He was rather paranoid.<br><br>“Jackie, one beer!” she hollered at the tall bartender, clearly of Asian descent (although that mattered little in this day and age). He wore nothing but an apron, and Tabatha hated calling him away from his stalking the upper shelf, his bare ass clenching as he stretched up to reach.<br><br>“Do you drink? I know androids can, but I hear a lot of them don’t have very refined taste-buds,” Tabatha asked Galatea, swivelling in her chair to face the android. “But something tells me whoever built you went all out...” There was an obvious, though subtle enough, desire in Tabatha’s eyes to see just how well built Galatea was. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 03:14:40</strong>
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				Galatea winked impishly at Jasper behind Tabatha's back as she was led away, refusing him the pleasure of unsettling her.&nbsp; She wasn't surprised that the bare-assed woman wasn't the proprietor; even in this day and age, most managers of such places preferred to give off an air of respectability, rather than appear as another item on the menu.&nbsp; A bit of a pity, really, as she doubted the authority of the Bordello would be nearly as pleasant to look at.&nbsp; It was another all-too-common theme that the ugly lorded power over the beautiful whenever they good, and a 'sex shop' was the best place to do that.<br><br>She arched a slender brow at Jackie, though it honestly didn't surprise her much.&nbsp; Nudity was far from the taboo it was in the ancient days, and no doubt the ladies of the Bordello appreciated something to look at in their time off.&nbsp; <br><br>"Scotch.&nbsp; On the rocks," she ordered, giving the bartender a syrupy little smile as she slid onto her own chair.&nbsp; She glanced coyly at Tabatha out of the corner of her eyes, facing forward with her fingers steepled over the countertop.&nbsp; "I think you'll find that I have plenty of taste, ma chérie.&nbsp; From drinks and food, to clothing and the people wearing them."<br><br>Galatea pressed a finger against her bottom lip, teasing it for a moment as she pondered something.&nbsp; "So I take it you simply live here, rather than <em>work</em> here?" she asked innocently, implying that she wouldn't judge either way.&nbsp; "You and your...garçon de domestique?"&nbsp; She smiled pleasantly in Jasper's direction, as if she had just uttered a compliment rather than an insult.
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 05:10:19</strong>
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				(((Just an FYI, there really is no ‘ugly’ anymore. Surgery and genetic alteration throughout the generations has led to a point where ‘ugly’ means ‘not my style’.)))<br><br>“No doubt, you do not seem like the ‘average’ android,” Tabatha commented as Jackie came over with their drinks, her hand trailing along his own, giving him a Cheshire grin.&nbsp; Jasper made a grunt as he took the chair on the opposite side of Tabatha, pointing to Galatea’s drink as an order. Jackie simply nodded.<br><br>“If you mean do I take men and women to my bed as payment for living here, no, I don’t. That hasn’t stopped me from joining in or taking a few of the clients for myself, though,” Tabatha answered, looking at her sidelong as she drank from her beer bottle. This certainly was a strange android.<br><br>Jackie came back with another scotch for Jasper, placing it on the bar in front of him before seeing himself called down to the other side of the bar. <br><br>“We make our money however we can. We don’t do to bad for ourselves, all things considered,” she said, finishing the rest of her beer. <br><br>“Yes, we do. That’s all she needs to know, Tabatha,” Jasper piped up, glaring daggers at the chatty redhead. <br><br>“Yea yea. What about you? Why are you here, miss...?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 05:37:13</strong>
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				Galatea plucked her glass from the table and nodded politely to Jackie before bringing it to her lips.&nbsp; The ice clinked pleasantly as the liquid was expertly drained just slowly enough for the taste to linger in her mouth.&nbsp; Satisfied, she rested it back on the bartop and brought her slender fingers to her neck, massaging the artificial tendons as the scotch slid down her throat.<br><br>"Gigi.&nbsp; Gigi Reynolds," she answered casually, not missing a beat.&nbsp; "I'm here because, regrettably, I have nowhere else to be.&nbsp; I have reached a point in my life where travel has become preferable to growing stagnant.&nbsp; I have been moving for some time now, but decided to make a stop here.&nbsp; Explore the sights.&nbsp; Stop to smell the roses and all that."<br><br>Her sharp eyes traveled between the two of them curiously.&nbsp; "And what of you two?&nbsp; If you do not give of your bodies for payment, what career has allowed you to afford living here?"
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 06:02:11</strong>
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				“I have a long history here. Dassah would never kick us out. We pay what we can and help her run the place to make up for what we can’t pay,” Tabatha explained, deftly dodging the question. That made Jasper smile. “I’m sure we can help you out getting settled in here, just as soon as Dassah finishes. She had indulged in a rather large grouping this time. I’m afraid she’ll overdo herself.”<br><br>Jasper snorted. “Please, the woman’s a complete slut. Nothing is too much for that girl.”<br><br>That made Tabatha grin, despite herself. “Yea, I suppose that’s true... Well, I’m sure she should be done soon. She’s been in her room for the past four hours. If she doesn’t show up soon, I’ll just have to go ahead and show you to a room. I know she’d take your money, so it’s not an issue.”<br><br>“Tabatha, we don’t have time for that! We need to be at the south docks in three and a half hours, and it’s going to take at least two hours to get there...” Jasper bemoaned.<br><br>Tabatha twirled in her seat to face Jasper: “Well, that gives us an hour and a half before we need to leave, so sit down and shut up.” Immediately after, she leaned forward, placing her lips against his in an ‘I-don’t-mean-it’ kiss.<br><br>“So, GiGi, what’s with your current situation? Did your master die or something?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 06:14:07</strong>
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				Galatea's lips curled.&nbsp; There was something else at work here, though neither were willing to admit it.&nbsp; The man seemed far too ready to hush Tabatha and had the air of someone that had just murdered and was afraid of getting caught.&nbsp; She doubted it was anything as severe as that, but in his desire to keep any private information from slipping he only made the pair of them more suspicious.<br><br>"I never had a <em>master</em>," she stated, barely managing to hide her contempt at the word.&nbsp; "I had a 'Partner'.&nbsp; A Benefactor, if you will.&nbsp; He has been dead for quite some time now.&nbsp; A fatal accident robbed him of his life before his time.&nbsp; A tragedy," she muttered sadly, activating just enough liquid in her eyes to make them appear moist.&nbsp; <br><br>The dark mood lifted almost immediately, replaced by a cheerful disposition and a smile to match.&nbsp; "But I have accepted that Fate simply had other plans in store for me.&nbsp; I was left with enough to get by, but decided that I would rather see the world with my own two eyes instead of viewing it through lenses and holo-screens.&nbsp; One can gain only so much through downloads and databanks.&nbsp; There is no digital replacement for real experience.&nbsp; At least, not just yet."<br><br>"Now, what was that about being at the South Docks?" she asked, looking slightly mischievous.&nbsp; Her face seemed to have been built perfectly for it.&nbsp; "Going for a little boat ride...or picking up a shipment, perhaps?"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 06:47:28</strong>
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				Tabatha didn’t buy it. Androids were notorious for their ability to manipulate emotions. That response was to... perfect to be genuine. She let it slide, though. She certainly wasn’t one to talk about secrets. <br><br>“The world isn’t all that great. Trust me,” she said, betraying her past in her words. “You can’t get much better than finding a nice place to live and a nice man to live with. I found the place, now I just need to find the man.” She grinned at Gigi. <br><br>Tabatha paused when Gigi asked her about the docks. She was about to direct the conversation away when Jasper stepped in. <br><br>“We’re picking something up, actually. Tell me, Gigi... have any combat programming in that expensive brain of yours? We could use an extra man. We’re getting paid very well, we could split it a third way.”<br><br>Tabatha was shocked.&nbsp; What the fuck had happened to ‘shut up’? Turning to look at him, she probed his eyes for some kind of understanding. When she couldn’t find any, she let it drop. She would just have to trust Jasper on this one.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 07:06:59</strong>
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				Galatea grinned slyly.&nbsp; "Combat programming?&nbsp; Why my dear <em>astor</em>, I thought that female androids were only made for a single purpose.&nbsp; Though, I suppose I never asked what that purpose was...&nbsp; Tell me, for what purpose do you think <em>I</em> was made?"<br><br>She leaned across the counter and curled a finger beneath the man's chin, fluttering her eyelashes seductively before falling back into her seat in a bout of tittering laughter.<br><br>"Of course, whatever my raison d'être, any woman that chooses to wander the streets all by her lonesome would be wise to know how to defend herself, wouldn't you agree?&nbsp; Especially in an age where one's body is so easily given.&nbsp; People are so willing to say 'yes' these days that they all too often cannot hear when someone says 'no'.&nbsp; Suffice it to say that I know enough to ensure my safety," she said mysteriously, locking eyes with Jasper.<br><br>"Say I <em>did</em> wish to help you with this task.&nbsp; One can assume the dangers involved if the first thing you ask me is if I know how to fight.&nbsp; Therefore one can just as easily deduce that this job of yours is, how you say, 'skirting the law'.&nbsp; I'm curious as to why someone as seemingly paranoid as you would suddenly turn around and offer such a substantial cut to someone that, until this moment, had been considered someone to keep at arm's distance."
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 08:27:49</strong>
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				“I don’t know, but you’re not a SexDoll. Your programming is way too advanced for that. That leads to reason you could have any number of abnormal functions,” Jasper replied, his voice level as his eyes locked on with Galatea’s large, violet irises. He didn’t move when she made her motions, although when she leaned across the counter, she did brush up against Tabatha.<br><br>She was being cryptic, Tabatha realized. There was a reason for that. Suddenly, it dawned on Tabatha why Jasper had just offered her a job. <br><br>“You’re not a threat,” Tabatha muttered, answering for Jasper. “You’re hiding something. There’s obviously more to you than what you’re letting on. Your very programming betrays that fact.”<br><br>“And if you’ve come here looking for a place to stay, you’re obviously no friend of the Corporates. Otherwise you’d stay in one of the many cheaper buildings far closer to Corporate control. No, you couldn’t sell us down the river, even if you wanted. It’d be too much of a risk,” Jasper finished, a small, victorious smile creeping at the corners of his mouth. <br><br>“And, there is a measure of danger. Having another body would be worth the cut in profit,” Tabatha finished, smiling sweetly to Galatea. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 09:15:34</strong>
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				"My my, you're both more clever than you look," she said, smiling broadly through the backhanded compliment.&nbsp; "Of course, you make the incorrect assumption that I would so readily 'sell you down the river' even if I was in a position to do so.&nbsp; You are, however, correct on at least one point.&nbsp; I suspect I have as much affection for the Corporates as you do."<br><br>Galatea slid gracefully from her seat and brushed off her peacoat before spinning back around and batting her eyes again.&nbsp; "Very well, I accept.&nbsp; I tell no one about you, and you tell no one about me.&nbsp; However, there is one condition," she added, lips pulling into a careful smirk.&nbsp; If I join you, I get 40% of the cut.&nbsp; No more, no less.&nbsp; If you're unwilling to pay that extra fee, then you may take your chances with just the two of you.&nbsp; But if I am to be hired, you will be getting <em>High Class</em> service, and I only work for <em>High Class</em> wages."<br><br>From anyone else the demand would be considered criminally cheeky, and it probably was anyway.&nbsp; But she was obviously completely serious, and the confidence she exuded was something even an android couldn't perfectly fake.&nbsp; At least, not just any android.
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 23:53:30</strong>
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				“No, you won’t. We’ll give you 38%, that’s it,” Jasper replied, levelling eyes with Galatea. “If you’re as good as you seem to let on, I’m sure we can negotiate better wages in any future job we may take.”<br><br>“And if you don’t like it, I suggest you leave now, because there isn’t going to be a chance in hell that you’ll find a place here,” Tabatha added, the first time she had shown any venom in her voice. “I can make sure of that.”<br><br>Jasper was taken aback by Tabatha for a second, before realizing that if this job didn’t pay well, they could be in the gutter. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 00:04:08</strong>
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				Galatea flashed a crocodile grin, revealing just a few too many finely pointed teeth than a normal humanoid android.&nbsp; "Well well, the girl has brass!" she exclaimed, voice thick with amusement.&nbsp; "Very well.&nbsp; I will accept 38%.&nbsp; Consider it a discount for my <em>trial run</em>, as it were."<br><br>She stretched her arms overhead, fingers intertwined, and made a cute little purring noise.&nbsp; "Now that that's settled, I suggest we discuss the details in private.&nbsp; I'm afraid my skills will be for naught if I'm not given every scrap of information on the dealings and the place we'll be meeting at."
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				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 01:20:09</strong>
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				“Right,” Jasper said, sliding off his stool, offering his hand to Tabatha. “We’ll show you to a room.”<br><br>Taking the offered hand, Tabatha smiled at Galatea. “We’re short on room, so it won’t be very big. It should be enough for one person, though,” she explained, wrapping an arm around Galatea’s slim waist as she led her out through a small side door beside the bar, Jasper following. Behind it was a small hallway ending in stairs. <br><br>“We’re meeting an associate of a man named Moriarty,” Tabatha explained. “I don’t know if you’ve heard of him or not. He’s basically an information broker. He gets us jobs when we need them. He gets a small portion of any profit we make from those jobs, although it’s minimal.”<br><br>“He’s got an entire legion of men working for him, so he doesn’t need a lot of money from each job,” Jasper added. The top of the stairs led to three branching corridors, doors lined along the walls every twenty feet.<br><br>“There’s a spare room beside ours,” she told Galatea, her hand resting on the android’s hip. “I’m sure it’ll be suitable.”<br><br>Placing a hand on the keypad, Tabatha punched in the manager override code, and the door slid open with the faintest hiss. Big full length windows overlooked the overcrowded streets on the far end of the main room, the sitting area sunk in a depression in the floor, a huge three hundred inch viewscreen set against the wall the depression was against. Off to the left was a kitchen, and beyond that a small hallway leading to the bedroom. <br><br>“Well, how is it?” Tabatha asked, looking at Galatea with a warm smile.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 02:14:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/HoloPuppeteer-1.jpg)</div><br>Galatea didn't seem to mind Tabatha's touch, though the woman might feel some bulky objects within the heavy coat.&nbsp; Gadgetry perhaps, or supplies.&nbsp; Or, if the android was as skilled as she had implied, something a little more lethal.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Moriarty.&nbsp; Information Broker,</em> she thought to herself.&nbsp; A note was sequestered at the back of her mind, a reminder to do a thorough background check on the man whose information they were forced to rely on.&nbsp; It wasn't just the droid side of Galatea that cautioned her to be aware of every miniscule detail, but her common sense as well.&nbsp; Running blindly into any situation was not something she made a habit of.<br><br>She strode into the room immediately without a word, taking in the surroundings as carefully as a health inspector, and with a shrewd face to match.&nbsp; Someone that claimed to be living on the road for so long would have surely been overjoyed to find such lavish surroundings, but in a moment of forgetfulness Galatea failed to disguise the fact that she was accustomed to far more opulent boarding.<br><br>Remembering herself, she spun on a heel and returned Tabatha's smile.&nbsp; "Of course!&nbsp; It's perfect for what I have in mind, thank you."&nbsp; <br><br>Her hand went briefly to the communications module on the side of her head, and soon a strange clanking would be heard ascending from downstairs.&nbsp; In moments a top-heavy entertainment droid hastily shoved its way past Jasper and Tabatha to Galatea's side, several large suitcases tethered to its wrist and floating just behind it.&nbsp; The holo-display it used as a face flickered into a large and mischievous grin as it left the cases on the ground and began teetering about the apartment.<br><br>"Rooooooooooom!" it chimed, clearly more delighted by the furnishings than its owner was.<br><br>Galatea's brow twitched.&nbsp; "Tundles, dear, do calm down in front of our hosts.&nbsp; If you could please unload my things into the bedroom, I would be most appreciative."<br>&nbsp;<br>The droid promptly saluted and kicked its heels.&nbsp; "Mmmmhmmmmm!" it cooed, smiling broadly as it took the cases in hand and skipped off to the bed.<br><br>Pursing her lips until the momentary annoyance subsided, Galatea looked back to Tabatha somewhat apologetically.&nbsp; "I do hope this isn't any trouble, but I'm afraid I require a bit of help to carry around all my necessities.&nbsp; Tundles is a bit grating from time to time, but I assure you that he will behave when ordered.&nbsp; Now then," she said, brushing the matter aside, "We were discussing this Moriarty of yours.&nbsp; We're meeting with his associate, for what purpose?&nbsp; Can you give a detailed description of the Meeting Point and the possible dangers?"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 03:05:42</strong>
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				Tabatha simply smiled at Galatea, but made a noise when the little robot pushed its way in to the room, squeezing in between her and Jasper to stand in front of his master. Looking at the little thing, she made a funny face, before smiling back at Galatea again. “Just make sure he doesn’t interfere with the Bordello’s business, and Dassah won’t have a problem with him.”<br><br>“Make sure of that. She’s been known to be rather... thorough, in punishing out of line service droids,” Jasper added, grinning to himself, wrapping an arm around Tabatha’s waist and moving to the couch, sitting down, pulling her on top of him. <br><br>“We’re going to pick up a shipment of angel-chips from Moriarty’s associate. He’s just brought them up from Texaco. Moriarty doesn’t interact directly with the dealers, so that’s where we come in. We’re the middlemen here,” Jasper explained from beneath Tabatha, who was sitting on his lap, using his shoulder as a headrest. <br><br>“The south docks are part of the Norco-3 wharfs, overcrowded and crime ridden. Illegal shipments come and go every day, and as long as the dock officials are paid off, they don’t care. We’ve been down there more than once, so we know the area. There’s a safehouse Moriarty uses there that we can use, if we need to, but frankly, I’m not expecting anything to go wrong. It’s just if it does go wrong, we can expect a serious fight on our hands.”<br><br>“We’ll be using a stolen speed-wheel to get there with fake IdentChips. It’ll give us access to the dock we need to get to, which will be guarded. Once there, there’ll be another speed-wheel already loaded with the angel-chips. We take them to the dealer, and then we come here. The money will be sent to our account upon completion,” Tabatha added, watching Galatea.<br><br>“And that’s the plan. If all goes well, we’ll be all a little richer in four hours.”&nbsp; <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 05:15:49</strong>
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				Galatea seemed to be making some calculations for a moment.&nbsp; Only for a moment.&nbsp; She tapped her chin lightly, staring off into space.<br><br>"Very well," the android said, sighing.&nbsp; "The intel is a bit unsatisfactory, but I can make do with that.&nbsp; Though <em>you</em> may not expect anything to go wrong, I find that's a bit of a dangerous mindset to fall into.&nbsp; Assuming there are any devilish plots at work here, they will only be expecting the two of you.&nbsp; Not someone of my particular...<em>specialities,</em>" she explained, face spreading slowly into a tight grin.<br><br>"Oh, but I do have such poor timing," she muttered, glancing down the hall where Tundles was busily unloading some rather strange looking packages and containment units.&nbsp; "Four <em>hours</em>?&nbsp; In that case, I do confess my curiosity concerning how my new co-conspirators were planning to spend the free time before preparations needed to be made.&nbsp; Unless you have something in mind, perhaps you would be willing to show me around the area?&nbsp; I fear I know dreadfully little about my new surroundings.&nbsp; That puts me...ill at ease."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 06:44:20</strong>
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				“Just because we don’t expect anything to go wrong doesn’t mean we’re not prepared for it,” Jasper said with a note of contention. “But you have a point... we’ll drop you off with the speed-wheel outside of the dock when we get there. You’ll notice if anything goes wrong, and you can come in with the wheel and pick us up.” <br><br>Tabatha was silent for a moment, before she ventured to answer Galtea’s question. “Well, we usually spend the free time getting... reacquainted, with each other. A kind of ‘farewell’ in case things go seriously south,” she explained, an uncharacteristic shyness to the usually confident and brass woman. “You’re welcome to join us, and we can show you around the place after the job.” <br><br>Jasper looked hard at Tabatha, before relenting, taking an appraising look at Galatea. “We usually do it alone, but if Tabatha’s fine with it, so am I. I’m not going to piss her off just before a job.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 21:43:07</strong>
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				Galatea hastily raised her hands and shook her head, a carefully embarrassed look crossing her face.&nbsp; "Oh no, I wouldn't dare impose on such a...ritualistic <em>exchange</em>.&nbsp; I dare say you can <em>do</em> well enough without me.&nbsp; In any event, I need to ensure that all my things are in order, and to prepare for the job ahead."<br><br>"However, I will take you up on your offer to act as my guides to the area, should things go smoothly, she said, smiling impishly.&nbsp; "Now then, <em>do</em> enjoy yourselves!&nbsp; I'm sure we'll have much to discuss later on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 22:30:42</strong>
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				"It's probably for the best," Tabatha commented before jumping out of her seat, pulling Jasper along with her. "We'll see you in a bit, then." And then she was practically running out of the room, tugging Jasper along behind her. <br><br><div align="center">+++</div> <br><br>It was an hour later when they reemerged again. If Galatea hadn't know what was going on, how they sauntered in to her room again, two freshly-fucked looks splayed across their faces. She also probably heard them a few times, if she was quiet enough.<br><br>Both of them were geared to go. They wore large indiscript navy-blue overcoats, Tabatha's unbottoned down to her belly-button, revealing she wore a skin-tight microweave suit beneath. If Galatea had the knowledge, she'd notice how it was armour. No doubt Jasper wore something similar. <br><br>"Are you ready?" Jasper asked Galatea as they entered her new appartment. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 03:14:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Investigations/Skydoll3.jpg)</div><br>By the time they returned from their steamy little encounter, Jasper and Tabatha would find Galatea waiting and ready to go.&nbsp; Her attire had been altered from the sort of nondescript clothing one would expect from someone on the run to an outfit befitting any pop-culture loving teenager of the time.&nbsp; A natural and well-maintained pink wig, form-fitting top fitted with all sorts of plugs and coloured just right to hide the fact that it was very similar to the sort Tabatha herself was wearing, and just the proper amount of gadgets one expected a woman to accessorize with out in public.&nbsp; Her baggy pants dipped just low enough to be somewhat revealing, though by the dangerous look on her face and her previous assurances it could be assumed that she had a reason for requiring such deep pockets.&nbsp; All in all, she looked to be more modular than any mass-produced android on the market.&nbsp; Beneath the clothes there was no telling what enhancements might have been made in that hour of preparation time.<br><br>"Ready and <em>willing,</em> ma chérie! she chirped, bounding up to Tabatha and smiling mysteriously not three inches from the woman's face.&nbsp; She slipped past the two of them and ushered them back out before locking the door up tight.&nbsp; Once out she performed a masterful little spin, showing off her new attire.&nbsp; "You like?&nbsp; I think I look the spitting image of a well-trained combat mech, don't you?"<br><br>Galatea made a tinkling little laugh before skipping backwards just in front of them, clearly eager to actually do something with herself.&nbsp; "So then, I'm the escape driver, myes?&nbsp; If you <em>do</em> land in a spot of trouble, can I at least do more than screech up in the speed-wheel and ferry you off?&nbsp; That's hardly the best way to showcase my <em>features</em>!"<br><br>"Of course, she added hastily, "We're all hoping nothing goes wrong at all!&nbsp; Why, I wouldn't want to invite disaster or anything like that!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 03:50:32</strong>
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				Tabatha smiled at Galatea, just happy to see her in high spirits. Jasper, though, was more observant. He took in the cleverly concealed armour she wore, enoug to stop a bullet from piercing, but not enough to stand many hits. Common underground gear. The fact that it was skin tight, and showed off her too-perfect 'assets' was beside the point. Although, he secretly admitted, they were some <em>damn</em> nice points.<br><br>Fearing he'd be caught starring, he readily replied to the android. "Oh yes, very dangerous. Do you intend to baffle them with the newest craze from EnterNet?"<br><br>Tabatha was more blunt in her appreciation, smiling easily at Galatea, her eyes burning with just enough interest. "You look marvelous," she stated, simply. "But if we do run in to trouble, our only goal is getting the fuck out of there. If that means showing off your more... dangerous features, go crazy."<br><br>"Just make sure you keep the speed-wheel on the damn road. I don't want to get away just to die in a crash," Jasper chastised, thanking Tabatha for the distraction from the android's features. She was one of a kind, and Jasper was, frankly, rather ruffled at the fact she was having this effect on him. Especially after that rather intense round with Tabatha.<br><br>"Let's go, then. I'd like to get back before the night patrols start coming out in force."
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				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 09:46:22</strong>
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				Galatea just fixed Jasper with a slow grin.&nbsp; She didn't say anything at the little jab, but if he was perceptive enough to notice the armor weave of her otherwise normal outfit, there was no way he could mistake the look on her face for anything but recognition.&nbsp; She blew a kiss into the air and laughed as she spun about and tottered on down the steps the the front door.<br><br>"Go crazy, you say?&nbsp; Careful: you may just get what you ask for, mon chaton!&nbsp; But don't fret.&nbsp; I may not have driven much in my time, but I'm a <em>very</em> quick learner," she assured them, clicking her heels together childishly with every other step.&nbsp; This also had the effect of jutting the top of the android's rear just over the waist of her pants, revealing it was just as plentiful as her chest was.<br><br>"But if things do go awry and I'm forced to dig you two out of the fire, I suggest you keep your heads down.&nbsp; I'm afraid I'm not quite practiced enough to avoid collateral damage, if you catch my drift."
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				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 18:20:44</strong>
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				Jasper grimaced, chastising himself for his weakness. The fact that that look on her face sent thrills down his body just made him more pissed. Men openly oggling women was common place. Many women invited it upon them, hoping it would lead to something more. Jasper prided himself in his self-reserve. <br><br>That didn't mean he was prude, or disdainful of women. Quite the contrary, he enjoyed the body of a woman as much as any man, but he played a more sophisticated game. Discreet glances, teasing the woman's senses, until he made a move. He saw no romance in going up to a woman, clearly on the prowl, and opening with "Wanna fuck?"<br><br>"That isn't comforting," Jasper said, growling to himself in frustration as his eyes were drawn to Galatea's ass, coloured pink by the skin-tight armour weave, practically falling out of her pants. Tabatha heard it, and looked over to see Jasper oggling the android with a pissed off look. She tittered with laughter as they exited the building, in to a large parking lot. <br><br>Every kind of speed-wheel was parked in the lot, from high end sports models to barely road-legal hunks of shit. The one Jasper waved to was an unremarkable maroon coloured model. It beeped once, unlocking as its owner moved near, opening its doors for them. <br><br>Jasper fell in to the low driver's seat, disengaging the assistance drive, a synthmetal wheel molding in to his hands as he did it. To his endless irritation, Tabatha took the back seat, meaning that the android currently setting him on edge would be right next to him for the next hour. <br><br>"Just make sure you get us out of there. That's your main priority. This car is deceptively strong, if you can get it between us and whoever is trying to kill us, it'll cover us getting in to the speed-wheel, and we can get the hell out of there," Tabatha piped up from the back seat, smiling at Galatea's reflection in the mirror. She was being very quiet. Jasper new she was enjoying his own little self-torture. She herself had no issues openly eyeing all of Galatea's assets.<br><br>The speed-wheel jerked as the engine started up and the vehicle silently peeled out of the parking lot, heading toward the docks.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 06:43:10</strong>
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				"Your faith in me is <em>inspiring</em>, my <em>petit chien</em>!" she remarked teasingly, pinching at Jasper's cheek just before the vehicle rolled out into the street.&nbsp; "But neither of you should fret.&nbsp; So long as you're not the sort to go dancing into gunfire, I'm more the capable of ensuring both your skins remain perfectly free of extraneous holes!"<br><br>As there seemed very little else to do in the car, Galatea's first instinct was, of course, to amuse herself.&nbsp; It was Jasper's unlucky day that he just so happened to be the only one in the vicinity that seemed susceptible to her charms, both physical and otherwise.&nbsp; The perfect target for a mischievous android.<br><br>"Soooooooooo," she trilled, cozying up to his shoulder and drumming her slender fingers on the man's collarbone, "Tabatha!" she exclaimed, turning her head to the backseat instead, though keeping her hands firmly on Jasper, "Do tell me something.&nbsp; Your <em>man.</em>&nbsp; I do hope he isn't quite so <em>severe</em> as all this when he's <em>dipping the wick</em>, as it were?&nbsp; Is he physically capable of smiling?&nbsp; Or is it like trying to get a statue to make a face?"<br><br>Galatea completed her thorough invasion of Jasper's space by tracing his lips with her forefinger, leaning up just enough to press her full breasts upon his outstretched arm.&nbsp; In all this she somehow managed to look entirely innocent, akin to a naive schoolgirl that doesn't understand why all the boys seem to stare when she wears such a short and revealing skirt.&nbsp; An act, of course.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 07:37:42</strong>
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				Jasper gritted his teeth, his jaw tensing as Galatea comenced her own personal brand of torture. He tried to ignore her, his eyes staring straight out the window, his arms tensed as he pushed against the wheel, sinking in to the seat. <br><br>Tabatha just laughed, smiling despite herself at the android. The ride was rather boring, so she decided to play along. "Oh, he's always this severe. That just makes it more fun," she grinned. The android may not be flesh and blood, but she had been built to be the next best thing. She'd know what Tabatha meant. "You should see the marks on his back. You'd swear he'd as soon drive you insane while he's fucking you. I don't loose it like that with <em>anyone</em> else."<br><br>That made Jasper groan in defeat, knowing he'd have to endure a two-pronged assault for the next hour...<br><br>When he felt her finger trace his lip he tried to pull away, but found the seat far to confining. His eyes were practically torn from him when he felt her too-perfect breasts press against his right arm, having to look at the too-perfect woman currently playing him like a flute. When he did he saw the most ball-busting, blood-burning, heart-throbbing look. Angelic innocence on a 'fuck-me' body. <br><br>Catching himself starring, he growled at her, dropping his right arm to try and get away from her breasts. It didn't work. It just pressed them harder against him as they now pressed partially around his broad arm. <br><br>Steeling himself, he prepared for a long ride. <br><br>Tabatha just laughed to herself. "You're going to make him crash."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 08:38:36</strong>
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				"Oh <em>really?</em>" Galatea asked, scooching up as close as she could to Jasper's ear and breathing into it.&nbsp; Amazingly enough, it felt every bit as natural as any human's, though lacking an odor.&nbsp; "Goes at it like a wild animal, huh?&nbsp; Not surprising.&nbsp; He looks the wolfish sort!&nbsp; She grinned back at Tabatha and winked.&nbsp; <br><br>At the other woman's warning she huffed and rubbed the side of her head against his neck.&nbsp; "Crash?&nbsp; Why, I can't imagine such a studly young man like Jasper would be so untalented as to be unable to drive a car whilst receiving the affections of an innocent admirer!&nbsp; After all, he has two gorgeous women to protect and look good in front of!"<br><br>Galatea pursed her lips and batted her lashes just next to his eyes, her breasts practically grinding against his arm while her ass stuck out the towards Tabatha, swaying coyly from side to side.&nbsp; "Isn't that right, daaaaarling?&nbsp; I'm not...making you feel uncomfortable, am I?&nbsp; Because if I am, I would surely stop without a second thought!&nbsp; Though...you do have such <em>comfortable</em> arms.&nbsp; Nice and stroooong."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 10:18:42</strong>
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				"More like a Lion. Loud, big, and lets his women do all the serious work," Tabatha smirked from her seat in the back.<br><br>Jasper was beginning to hope, really hope, that shit would go wrong on this run. He needed to relieve some stress in to a few thugs. The hazard pay would also be a nice bonus. <br><br>She was incessent, though. This woman, clearly, was used to things going her way. That just made it all worse. She was so damn confident! The hair stood on the nape of his neck as she practically nuzzled her head against him, his right hand quite trapped between her breasts and his side.<br><br>His periferal vision, his damn good periferal vision, picked up every nuance of Galatea's play. He saw her eyelashes bat, as she shifted in her seat. It all caused his blood to boil. It all caused him to get quite excited.<br><br>That wasn't necessarily a bad thing. His right hand clenched in to a fist as he fought to keep his exterior from breaking. All that caused was a tightening of his musculature along his arm, flexing between her tits, playing right in to her hand. <br><br>"Of course not," he answered curtly, turning to face her, their faces inches apart, as the speed-wheel wove through the labyrinth of streets. He didn't look back for a long moment, eyeing Galatea, a silent defiance as he leveled with her gaze. He had to look away before he wanted to, as a turn came up he needed to take. <br><br>But right after, they were back on Galatea. He wasn't going to give in so easily.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 11:08:07</strong>
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				Galatea met his gaze firmly, her eyes widening like saucers until they resembled the adorable gaze of a curious little kitten.&nbsp; Her mouth twisted into a cute little pout, lower lip jutting out just enough to provoke him or just about <em>anyone</em> that didn't have a heart made out of plexiglass and stone.&nbsp; Even her pointed ears that had seemed perfectly straight and plastic beforehand seemed to be drooping a bit.&nbsp; Every inch of her face was perfectly controlled, seamless, and oh-so manipulative.<br><br>"Oh <em>Jasper</em>, you're so <em>amazing!</em>&nbsp; That steely gaze, those <em>chiseled arms</em>," she cooed, gliding her breasts over the contours of his biceps.&nbsp; "Why, it's enough to give a gal the vapors!"<br><br>All at once the innocent mask shattered, shifting fluidly into what was possibly the most hungrily seductive look that an android could muster.&nbsp; Galatea's lips pulled back to reveal pearly white teeth, and she hissed between them into his ear, hot and heavy.&nbsp; "I can barely <em>hold it in</em>, darling!&nbsp; Take me!&nbsp; Take me right here and <em>nooow~!</em>"&nbsp; She whined, perfectly mimicking the sort of sound one would make in the throes of passion.&nbsp; Just behind his back she let the act slip for just a moment, giving Tabatha the sort of goofy look one might find on a school child trying to suppress their laughter in class.<br><br>But in his gaze again it was all business, and before the man could protest she'd dipped a hand down under the barrier he was attempting to make with his arms and kneaded teasingly at the growing bulge in his trousers.&nbsp; <br><br>"My my, it seems I'm not the only one here that's well-equipped for a little action!" she remarked, biting her lip impishly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 19:42:31</strong>
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				That was it. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Her breasts were amazing, and, frankly, he'd love to get a better feel. Her hot breath against his ear made him twitch, and when her hand rested agaisnt his semi-hard member, visible behind his skin-tight armour-weave, he just lost it. <br><br>Flipping on the auto-drive with his left hand, he pushed away Galatea's, and promptly opened up the cleverly concealed fly. His dick popped out then, impressive even when not fully-erect. Looking at Galatea, he leaned in to her ear, letting his lips brush against her lobe. <br><br>"Go for it," he growled in a challenge. "Or are all talk and no action?"<br><br>Tabatha perked up from her seat, leaning forward so her head was between the two seats, looking at Jasper, Jasper's dick, and Galatea. Her nipples were visibly hardening behind her armour as her voyeuristic side kicked in. <br><br>Jasper ignored Tabatha, needing to stand his ground against the enfuriating android. His face was practically touching her's as he breathed heavily through his nose. It felt like if either of them moved a fraction closer, their lips would be within easy reach of each other. <br><br>"I'm waiting."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 01:32:32</strong>
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				Galatea licked her lips, a pleased little mewl bubbling up from her throat.&nbsp; "Mmmn...&nbsp; It gets you pissed, doesn't it, <em>mon chiot</em>?" she mumbled, her mouth just barely brushing his.&nbsp; "Not being in control.&nbsp; You have to take charge, feel the <em>power</em> of it.&nbsp; What it comes down to is, who's <em>really</em> cracking the whip."<br><br>She placed extra emphasis on the 'p', her lips puckering out just enough to press against Jasper's before she bared her teeth and bit at his bottom lip.&nbsp; The android tugged firmly enough to break the tiniest bit of skin before pulling away, tongue sliding over her teeth to lap up the drops of blood.&nbsp; With a fluid, almost serpentine movement she slipped beneath Jasper's arms and into the space just in front of his seat.&nbsp; Galatea kneeled until her chest and lips were level with the man's throbbing cock, and she brought her fingers teasingly to the nape of her neck and tugged at the zipper there.&nbsp; It glided down easily, and with aching slowness the tight pink leotard slid down over her shoulders and revealed a generous helping of cleavage for the two to ogle.&nbsp; Just enough to whet the appetite, without putting everything on display.&nbsp; The synthetic skin was perfect, like molten ivory had been poured into a mold and given life.&nbsp; <br><br>Galatea pressed her breasts heavily against Jasper's dick, letting him feel the warmth and softness of her flesh against his length.&nbsp; They nearly enveloped it entirely, caressing it in an almost adoring sort of way.&nbsp; She slid down just enough for the head and first inch to be accessible, then brought her lips to it oh-so-slowly and suckled at the tip.&nbsp; The touch was absolutely unlike anything a human could produce, like electricity was pouring from her mouth and stimulating every nerve in just the right way.&nbsp; It was, in so many words, like being sucked off by an angel.<br><br>Which made the devilish expression growing on her face all the more jarring.&nbsp; After a moment her face rose again, eyes meeting his directly in a sly, challenging sort of way.&nbsp; Like the pieces of a puzzle were fitting together just perfectly.<br><br>"40%," she cooed at him.&nbsp; Her tongue slid out for just a moment to lap at his head before popping back in; just enough to showcase a rather impressive length.&nbsp; "And not a penny less."
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				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 03:12:44</strong>
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				"And you don't?" he asked, just before her lips ghosted across his and he felt the sting of her teeth biting in to his lip. That just made his blood run quicker. With a grace that wasn't human, he saw Galatea fit neatly between his legs, barely feeling her move. <br><br>Both Jasper and Tabatha, who's head was now beside his, watched, enraptured, as Galatea ever so slowly revealed herself to them. It didn't take much to get Jasper at full-mast, and his cock, not too large or small, not too fat or thin, not too veiny or smooth, and just all around nice, found its way in to her deep cleavage, her skin was warm, but not nearly as hot as his cock was, almost disappearing between her tits except for the head of his dick.<br><br>Tabatha wasn't in the back seat anymore. She had wedged herself in between the two seats, squatting on the center armrest, her body pressed against Jasper's as she watched with glittering arousal, her one arm wrapped around Jasper's shoulders while her other held on to Jasper's right arm, clutching it to her body.<br><br>Jasper watched in silence, and then abruptly broke that silence when Galatea wrapped her lips around the crown of his head, feeling a thousand different things as he inhaled sharply, his hips tensing, pushing his dick ever so slightly in to her mouth.<br><br>His entire body relaxed immediately after as he let himself experience the sensation of her adroit tongue flick against the tip of his cock, before she let the flat of it run along his underside, all the while her mouth softly sucking on it. <br><br>He looked down at her when she let him leave her mouth, and saw that grin on her face.<br><br>"N-" Jasper began, before Tabatha slapped him, leaning close to his ear and whispering. <br><br>"Think of it this way. We live together, we're like one unit. We still get sixty percent," she husked, clearly not wanting this little show to end. <br><br>Jasper looked at Tabatha, seeing her eyes alight, and pursed his lips. Looking back at Galatea, his cock still nestled between her so soft, warm tits, he relented. <br><br>"Forty percent," he said, the words feeling like they ripped from his throat, "but you better be <em>damn</em> good." He let it end there, leaving the details of what exactly she was supposed to be good at to interpretation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 03:45:48</strong>
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				Jasper would feel the mirth rising in her throat, particularly in the way her body shuddered against his cock.&nbsp; Apparently Galatea was pleased with the price, because she made no more attempts to bargain or even speak anymore.&nbsp; She enjoyed the attention, her eyes watching studying their eager faces like any performer would.&nbsp; Just to see the reaction in their bodies she kept her gaze disarmingly innocent, as though silently asking them if what she was doing was a <em>right</em> thing to do.&nbsp; That was the taboo she enjoyed preying on the most, the one that always managed to get a rise out of people; the act of corrupting the purity of a buxom young woman with such filthy deeds.<br><br>Her lips embraced the man's dick like a holy instrument, gliding up and down with ease and sending more jolts of energy through him.&nbsp; Her delicate hands pushed her breasts together and massaged them against his skin, pumping it in rhythm with her practiced sucking.&nbsp; Soft pink areola peeked up over the top of her loosened jumpsuit, nipples fully erect beneath the tight fabric.&nbsp; Galatea worked her fingers against them, pleased sounds emanating from her core and reverberating through every inch of her body.&nbsp; The woman forced herself to take as much as she could of him before her lips pressed against her own buoyant cleavage, her throat literally vibrating against his sensitive cockhead.&nbsp; The suction was intense, conjuring forth every ounce of pleasure from Jasper's overstimulated nerves.&nbsp; Complete sensory overload.
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				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 04:15:28</strong>
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				Jasper's breathing became heavy as the sensations of Galatea's mouth and tits wrapped around his cock, undulating and gliding and other sweet motions. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but he restrained himself. What she was doing was artfully enticing, beyond mere arousal. He wouldn't dare tarnish it.<br><br>Thankfully he had Tabatha. Feeling his lover's lips against his neck, he turned to face her, their lips crushing together as they kissed, feeling her grab his right hand and place it against the swell of her left tit. Instinctively, his hand clawed at her breast, knowing she liked them to be manhandled, feeling her nipple scrape against the palm of his mit.<br><br>Jasper groaned then, feeling Galatea force all he could in to her mouth without letting him leave her breast's embrace. The android moaned herself, vibrations running through the length of his cock as it twitched, his hips instinctively rising, forcing more of his cock in to her mouth.<br><br>"How is she, Jasper?" Tabatha groaned, nipping at his jaw. "Is she great? Are you going to cum? Or can you hold out, hoping for more?"<br><br>Jasper growled, not willing to answer. He was acting on his instincts, his hand squeezing and playing with Tabatha's heavy tit while his hips tensed and relaxed in to Galatea's tits and mouth. He just wanted pleasure. Although, he admitted, somewhere in his mind where he was being rationale, that he wanted more of the android. If this was what her throat felt like, he decided, he had to know what her pussy felt like.<br><br>"GiGi, how is he? Does he taste like a man should?" Tabatha mewed, looking down at the android, her breasts rising and falling with each heated breath.<br><br>"Oh, GiGi, what do <em>you</em> taste like?" she breathed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 04:38:50</strong>
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				Galatea tucked in her arms a bit to keep her breasts firmly in place as she hungrily gorged herself on Jasper's manhood, hitting every little point along the way.&nbsp; She somehow even made it look good, as though she wasn't being defiled in any fashion.&nbsp; The motions looked as natural as breathing, lips and breasts flowing together against the darker tones of the man's cock.&nbsp; It was one thing to program an android to be good at pleasing people.&nbsp; This was something else entirely.&nbsp; It was the touch of a master, and possessed an artistry that couldn't simply be downloaded or bought.&nbsp; It had to be learned and practiced.&nbsp; Clearly she had had plenty of time for both.<br><br>She slipped her hands down between the man's legs and cradled his sack gently, fingers working into all the wrinkles and contours and rolling the balls about in her cool, sweatless palms.&nbsp; Even her touch had a power to it, as though she could massage within the body as well as without.&nbsp; No detail went unnoticed, no bodily reaction ignored.&nbsp; Galatea could read everything about the man just in the way he responded to her touch, and she reacted accordingly.&nbsp; Where words had failed, pleasure succeeded.&nbsp; It was like cracking open a forbidden book, and greedily taking in all the secrets that weren't supposed to be seen.<br><br>Though she certainly didn't need the break, Galatea tilted her head back until her lips came free of his engorged member, a strand of saliva and precum connecting them to its tip.&nbsp; She traced her tongue about her mouth and swallowed, a distinctly feline purr rumbling up from her chest.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh <em>yes</em>," she answered, voice thick with arousal.&nbsp; "Virile as a horse, I'd say.&nbsp; <em>Delicious.</em>"&nbsp; The other question brought a mysterious little smile to her lips.&nbsp; "That depends entirely on <em>your</em> tastes, my dear...&nbsp; But I dare say you can't quite afford <em>that</em> just yet, hmm?"<br><br>She laughed impishly before lowering her lips back down, rolling them over Jasper's head again and again, hands coaxing him from below.&nbsp; There was so much more the android could do to him, but she was never the sort to assume such things, even in this day and age.&nbsp; And for all his endurance, it wouldn't be much longer now...&nbsp; Though admittedly, she was impressed with his stamina.&nbsp; Most of her sessions were measured in seconds, not minutes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 20:29:58</strong>
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				Jasper groaned deep in his throat when Galatea cupped his nuts, kneeding them, rolling them between her hands as her tongue slid all over his cock head. His cock was painfully erect, twitching with each shock of pleasure, small little jets of pre-cum squirting out of his head when an especially pleasurable sensation went through his cock.<br><br>Jasper felt Tabatha's lips on his again, returning it on a purly instinctual level. He also felt her hand grabbing his right arm, pulling it away from her breast, pushing the palm of his hand agaisnt her tightly clothed mound. Immediately, his hand clawed, his fingers massaging her lips while his palm ground against her clitoral hood.<br><br>"Wh-what does that mean?" Tabatha asked, giving Galatea a good look before hissing as Jasper's finger pushed, shallowly, in to her pussy, cloth and all.<br><br>It was all over for Jasper. With a final kiss from Tabatha, he erupted, his cock spurting thick ropes of mancream in to Galatea's mouth as he growled in to Tabatha's lips, his hips lifting off the seat as he tensed and came.<br><br>When all was said and done, he was slumped in his chair, looking down at Galatea, his cock shining with her saliva. One curious thing, she'd note, was that he didn't soften, at all. <br><br>Tabatha looked down at the still-hard cock and then to Galatea with a grin. "He had an augmentation done two years ago. Keeps him hard as iron for multiple orgasms," she smiled, looking down at the android with obvious excitement. "A birthday gift for me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 00:02:14</strong>
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				Galatea took it all in like a pro, practically drinking from the man's cock like it were a faucet giving nectar.&nbsp; She gulped loudly for effect, acting as though it were the most delicious thing that had ever graced her lips.&nbsp; All carefully prepared; not only had she played the two of them as easily as she'd expected, but they'd paid her extra to boot.&nbsp; The least she could do was give Jasper his money's worth.&nbsp; Of course, the true pleasure was not in the act of sex, whatever her designers had had in mind.&nbsp; For her the only pleasure in life was <em>winning</em>.&nbsp; Nothing else mattered.<br><br>She sucked her lips in for a moment to ensure that every drop was gone, then smiled brightly and began crawling up to the man's chest.&nbsp; The woman spread her fingers over the skintight fabric, working their way into each and every muscle.&nbsp; "Please, ma chérie.&nbsp; No need to boast, though your man has <em>plenty</em> to boast about."&nbsp; As if to emphasize it she positioned herself in just such a way that her curvaceous posterior slipped up out of her baggy trousers and pressed firmly upon the top of Jasper's rock hard cock.&nbsp; The smile she gave them was equal parts seductive and disconcerting.&nbsp; "Why, I dare say I may know more about Jasper's body now than <em>you</em> do!"<br><br>Before any protest could be made she lurched forward past Jasper's head and locked lips full on with Tabatha, forcing her tongue out with surprising strength and twisting them together.&nbsp; Galatea purred with delight and pulled back after a few seconds of heavy, energized kissing to roll back into the passenger's seat, clearly pleased with herself.<br><br>"As for your question; that means I taste like whatever will get your tongue going <em>wild,</em> darling!&nbsp; Even if <em>you</em> don't quite know what that is."
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				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 02:00:28</strong>
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				Jasper looked down at Galatea as she crawled up to him, her tits spilling out of her top at the movement, giving him a wonderful, brief, unobstructed view. He groaned when his cock was sandwitched between her ass-cheeks, his hands travelling down her body to cup each one.<br><br>And then Galatea moved, and Tabatha groaned in surprise and pleasure as she felt the android lock lips with her. She responded immediately, opening her mouth for the android's long tongue, tasting the hint of Jasper's cum on her lips and mouth.<br><br>It was over all to soon, and Tabatha pouted when Galatea fell in to her seat, causing Jasper to groan lightly as his cock sprung free from her ass. <br><br>"Strawberries," Tabatha said, panting. "That means you taste like strawberries."<br><br>While Galatea may have been thoroughly pleased, Jasper and, especially, Tabatha, were left with a very urgent craving. Crawling in to where Galatea had just vacated, Tabatha promptly opened the fly of her pants, revealing a hairless, glistening pussy hovering over the head of Jasper's cock.<br><br>Without any preamble or build up, Tabatha sank herself down on to Jasper, hissing as she burried him all the way inside of her. Grabbing his hands, she placed them on her ass, urging him on as she began to bounce on top of him, egging him in to meeting her with thrusts of his own.<br><br>Pressing her body against Jasper's, Tabatha rested her head on his shoulder, looking to Galatea as the two humans satiated their urges. "You're such -ah- you're such a tease," she whimpered as Jasper began a more active role in fucking Tabatha.
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				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 03:19:03</strong>
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				Galatea carefully zipped herself up, the skintight armor creaking as it strained to support her ample bosom.&nbsp; Everything about her was absolutely immaculate, every hair in place and clothing perfectly in place.&nbsp; Looking at her, one had the feeling that she could easily go at it for days in the middle of a raging typhoon and come out of it totally spotless and ready for a second round.&nbsp; She gave Tabatha a smug look, though from the looks of it the couple were far too busy to be bothered by her infuriating glances.<br><br>"Now <em>darling,</em> you can't expect me to give up everything at once!&nbsp; One such as I has to preserve that exotic, mysterious allure of they are to maintain an air of constant sensuality."<br><br>She leaned back and adopted the sort of lounging position of a bored princess stuck in her throne, shamelessly watching the young couple's lovemaking as though she were some sort of instructor scrutinizing her pupils.&nbsp; The android seemed perfectly content to watch, her inhibitions controlled as if by the flip of a switch.&nbsp; <br><br>"Just don't tire yourselves <em>too</em> much, my pets.&nbsp; I dare say it isn't proper form to be sweating and panting like little puppy doggies during a business transaction.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 06:21:11</strong>
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				"Whatever. -gah- After that show, there's no way -shit- I'm not getting some," Tabatha groaned, hissing as Jasper pushed her away from him, her back resting against the disengaged wheel as Jasper's hips started seriously smacking against her own, her heavy tits bouncing inside her armour as they tried desperately to blow off the excess steam.<br><br>Jasper looked over at Galatea, seeing her tits slowly disappear behind her armour, thrusting in to Tabatha wildly as he pictured what Galatea would be like. His hands gripped Tabatha's hips as he held her there, trying his best to fuck her in to a coma. The idea of fucking Tabatha in front of Galatea was thrilling. Jasper didn't know why. He was never been one to get off on fucking in public. He'd fucked many women in many very open, very crowded places before, never getting any kind of thrill from it.<br><br>"Almost, almost, almo-" Tabatha squeaked as she came, her body shuddering as she climaxed around Jasper's cock, her pussy madly grabbing at the prick, hoping to keep it in as long as possible. <br><br>The sensation, and Galatea's keen eyes on their joining, made Jasper climax, groaning as he slammed in to Tabatha once, burying himself as deep as he could go and emptying his balls in to her.<br><br>When all was said and done, they were both panting, Tabatha smiling as she leaned forward to lay against Jasper, his cock slowly deflating inside her pussy. The vehicle beeped, then, letting them now they hand fifteen minutes left before they arrived at their destination. <br><br>Reluctantly, the two seperated, Tabatha closing up the fly of her pants, letting his cum swim inside of her, before crawling in to the back seat. Jasper did much the same, tucking his now flacid member back in to his armour and closing his own fly. Disengaging the auto-drive, he spent the last leg in silence, preparing himself for what he hoped to be a uneventful pick up. <br><br>When he stopped the vehicle, he looked over at Galatea, the lust for her still there, but taking a back seat to the job at hand. "We go in, get the drugs, and drive away. You stay out here and watch out for us. Take this," he said, giving her a small, round disk. "If we need your help, it'll vibrate. If that does, this car will easily plow through those gates. We'll stay out in the open, so you'll see us right away."<br><br>Preparing himself, he paused. "Almost forgot," he said, before reaching under his seat and producing two wicked looking pistols, handing one to Tabatha, before getting out. Placing the gun in his coat pocket, he smiled to his lover, taking her hand in his and walking out to the gate, seeing the small side door swing open for them. <br><br>No sooner that they had walked in, did the disk begin to vibrate. <br><br>(((I'll let you pain the scene for us. I'm thinking Corporate Police raid, but it's up to you.)))
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				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 08:39:52</strong>
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				((Alright, but you asked for it!))<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/BullEnforcerSuit.jpg)</div><br>"What I don't understand is, why <em>we</em> have to be the ones sent on this chump job."<br><br>The vast cargo container was almost completely dark, lit only by the pale green light coming from the eyes of the two Police Enforcers.&nbsp; They were both wearing the same model of powered armor, codename: BULL.&nbsp; So-named for the modifications that turned a simple man into a near-unstoppable wrecking ball when they picked up enough momentum.&nbsp; It had the effect of giving its wearer a comically pudgy look, but nearly a foot of metal and kevlar more than made up for the ridiculous aesthetic.&nbsp; Mobility was an issue, but anything that got hit tended to stay down for a good long while, if not permanently.<br><br>The other Enforcer, slightly taller than the other one, shot him a glare that went unnoticed through the mask.&nbsp; "Will you quit whining and shut the hell up?&nbsp; We're getting paid good money for this.&nbsp; Or would you rather be sitting behind a desk and filling out paperwork?"<br><br>His partner snorted.&nbsp; "Well no, but I was kind of hoping for something a little more high profile.&nbsp; I mean shit, look at us!&nbsp; Couple 'o tons of pure carnage right here, and we're being used to bust up a couple of nickle'ndime chumps?&nbsp; They're just middlemen at that!&nbsp; We should be going after the dirty fuck they're working for, eh?"<br><br>"You fucking idiot, who the hell do you think is paying us to begin with?"<br><br>"Oh.&nbsp; Doublecross then?"<br><br>The man chuckled.&nbsp; "You know those paranoid types.&nbsp; Keep the trustworthy close by, but cycle through the guys you ain't sure about.&nbsp; These wouldn't be the first poor bastards to wake up with a knife in their backs."<br><br>"I suppose not.&nbsp; Still, did they really need <em>six</em> guys for this?&nbsp; Hell, we could totally beat their asses into the dirt ourselves!&nbsp; They got what, some dinky pistols maybe?"<br><br>The other man grew quiet for a moment.&nbsp; "Does seem a bit excessive.&nbsp; This gear's meant for bomb squads and riots, not busting drug deals.&nbsp; Maybe the Employer's just overly cautious."<br><br>"Yeah.&nbsp; Or maybe there's something we're not being told about.&nbsp; It <em>is</em> just two guys, right?"<br><br>Suddenly a grizzled voice cut into the conversation, speaking through their helmets.&nbsp; "Cut the chatter.&nbsp; Targets inbound, coming through the north entrance.&nbsp; On my signal, erect your riot shields and open the containers.&nbsp; If the targets do not lay down their arms they are to be considered hostile.&nbsp; Lay down suppressing fire and advance.&nbsp; Keep them boxed in.&nbsp; Over."<br><br>The two tightened the grip on their shield and assault rifles, the larger of the two standing slightly to the side with his shoulder to the door.&nbsp; Ten seconds.&nbsp; Twenty seconds.&nbsp; Thirty seconds.&nbsp; The moment the order was given he charged forward, ripping it right off its hinges and sending it flying to the ground.&nbsp; All at once Tabatha and Jasper were surrounded by six very large, very nasty looking Enforcers with guns aimed right at their feet and shields at the ready.<br><br>"Stand down immediately, or we <em>will</em> open fire!" the Commander shouted, his own shield bearing some Corporate insignia.&nbsp; Instead of the rifle he was wielding a high-powered revolver, which was leveled squarely on Jasper.<br><br>---<br><br>Galatea's foot was already on the pedal about two seconds before the disc went off.&nbsp; In retrospect she wondered if it would have been prudent to simply tell them that she could scan the area and plainly see the ambush waiting ahead, but decided what was done was done.&nbsp; Besides, if her calculations were correct then the next few seconds would be far too hilarious to let such an opportunity pass her by.<br><br>"I do hope Jasper wasn't exaggerating when he said this car was durable..."<br><br>The vehicle plowed through the open gate, swerved keenly to the left to avoid the two frozen figures standing tensely at the center of the Enforcers, and rammed directly into the side of an officer that was no doubt wearing an extremely surprised face under his mask.&nbsp; The two collided in an explosion of sound and shrapnel, the man's heavy exterior denting the hood of the car before he was flung bodily into his closest companion.&nbsp; They cracked together with such force that the lenses over their eyes shattered into a fine powder and their breastplates dented painfully inwards.&nbsp; Their momentum took them several meters into the leftmost cargo container, where they easily tore through the metal paneling and into the darkness.<br><br>The others seemed entirely dumbfounded by Galatea's explosive arrival; all but the Commander, who turned on a dime and planted a sizable round directly through the driver's side of the windshield.&nbsp; Had she still been sitting there there would now be plenty of rather unsightly stains coating the interior of the car.&nbsp; It was a testament to her reflexes that she was <em>not</em> there.&nbsp; The android had lost the adorable pink wig entirely, and what had initially appeared to be baggy pants had now separated into countless straps that magnetized a startling array of guns and grenades to her thighs, abdomen, and back.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Guns/SniperRiflegun.jpg)</div><br>Her delicate hands had split apart, revealing a black mechanical structure beneath.&nbsp; Her newly widened grip was put to good use by wielding two impressive looking rifles that had clearly been the reason why she had needed such absurdly deep pockets in the first place.&nbsp; Seeing them was enough to get the other Enforcers in line, and they opened fire on the ivory and pink object leaping about the open space like some sort of humanoid panther.&nbsp; Clearly their attention was no longer on Jasper and Tabatha, who had just become far less of an immediate threat.<br><br>It was almost like watching a dance, if dances were known for firing hailstorms of high-caliber projectiles at the performers to see if they could manage to both survive and look good doing so.&nbsp; The android's frame no longer seemed nearly so fragile, though she certainly wasn't about to take a bullet to test that theory.&nbsp; Every synthetic muscle worked in unison, a single movement enough to send her body wheeling out of harms way.&nbsp; A twist of the hip, a thrust of the chest, a twirl of the arms.&nbsp; The air rippled from the heat of the crossfire, making her appearance seem all the more transient.&nbsp; There, the ball of her foot planting itself in the dirt, and the next instant nothing but a cloud of dust and flying debris.<br><br>The instant one of the enforcers ran out of bullets, Galatea made her move.&nbsp; They were easily several times her size, but that made it all the more difficult for them to hit.&nbsp; She was on him almost instantly, one rifle pressed into the crook of his neck and the other up into the armpit.&nbsp; Two shots.&nbsp; The armor was ripped apart like butter, the back of his head erupting like a punctured can of soda and his arm held together only by the kevlar of the suit.&nbsp; And then she was gone again, leaping to the next one just as their rifle clicked empty.&nbsp; The man dropped it instinctively, and she barely twirled around a heavy blow from his truncheon that would have easily shattered her skull.&nbsp; Again she found weakpoints, this time at the back of the knee and the spine.&nbsp; The leg shattered almost instantly, but the bullet through his back ricocheted about his organs, contained by the armor.&nbsp; <br><br>The figures slumped and toppled to the ground almost in unison, the ground shaking as the felled titans went still.&nbsp; Four down.&nbsp; Jasper and Tabatha were no doubt behind cover by now.&nbsp; A voice at the back of her head told her to stop.&nbsp; She didn't listen to it.&nbsp; A twitch to the left saved her from a sudden shot, and she could feel the heat bite at her cheek as the round soared just in front of her eyes.&nbsp; An incendiary round.&nbsp; She didn't give the Commander another chance like that, cartwheeling behind the nearest container and disappearing from sight.&nbsp; <br><br>She could hear the Commander's partner whimpering into his headset.&nbsp; As she anticipated, the rest of them were probably just Corporate Cops, glorified Rent-A-Guards given some fancy gear.&nbsp; All but the leader at least.&nbsp; He knew exactly the sort of threat he was up against.&nbsp; It would be trouble getting close enough to him, especially if he was ex-military.&nbsp; Finesse wouldn't be enough.&nbsp; Another approach then.<br><br>"Oi, Tubby!" she cried, laying the rifles aside momentarily to work on something in her lap.&nbsp; The others weren't coming in after her.&nbsp; Good.&nbsp; "If I might make a suggestion?&nbsp; Perhaps you should wear a few more layers of safety padding!&nbsp; After all, I wouldn't want you to bloody your knees on my account!&nbsp; At least your mothers remembered to pack your helmets!"<br><br>A few rounds rang out from an assault rifle.&nbsp; Likely to keep Jasper and Tabatha at bay from where ever they were situated.&nbsp; Meaning the Commander had his rear flank protected.&nbsp; Two BULLs back-to-back weren't going to budge for a couple of pistols.&nbsp; <br><br>"I take it you're the one, android," a gravelly voice droned, echoing in the vast space.&nbsp; "Amazing...&nbsp; I didn't think it was possible to predict something with so many variables involved.&nbsp; She's better than I gave her credit for."<br><br>If Galatea had real blood, it would have surely gone cold at that statement.&nbsp; Of all the places in the world, this was the last one she expected to find someone that knew who she was.&nbsp; Or at least that she wasn't just a combat droid.&nbsp; She?&nbsp; Predicted?&nbsp; It was incomprehensible.&nbsp; She shook her head.&nbsp; The man was getting to her, just as she'd tried to get at him.&nbsp; Losing focus at such a crucial moment would be deadly.&nbsp; No retorts.&nbsp; No questions.&nbsp; Just pure, unadulterated violence.&nbsp; <br><br>Fitting the modifications to the rifles, she stuck her feet to the side of the container and scrambled up to the top of it.&nbsp; One second.&nbsp; A flying leap from the side, aiming herself towards the next container.&nbsp; Two seconds.&nbsp; Both rifles aimed and readied, she pulled both triggers simultaneously.&nbsp; The grenades blew out of their chambers on magnetized rails and towards the two men just as the Commander brought his gun up and fired.&nbsp; Three seconds.&nbsp; The bullet caught the first grenade straight on, and the resulting explosion knocked the other just off course so that it detonated semi-harmlessly to the left of their position.&nbsp; The other guard was nearly knocked to the side, but the Commander kept him propped up with his own back.&nbsp; She was already in the air and soaring towards the next position.&nbsp; Four seconds.&nbsp; Her heel caught on the corner of the container, pushing her backwards instead of landing her on its roof.&nbsp; The Commander's bullet passed a foot in front of her face, where her chest would have otherwise been.&nbsp; Five seconds.&nbsp; Two more grenades, this time aimed wide to hit their flanks.&nbsp; The Commander's shield was already in place, weathering the blow of the impact.&nbsp; The other man was blown clean off his feet, breaking the perfect defense.&nbsp; Six seconds.<br><br>The Commander moved surprisingly quickly for someone so loaded down in a suit, just in time to allow his fallen comrade to take the next grenade full on in the face.&nbsp; The last hit the ground in front of him, sending up a great cloud of dirt.&nbsp; The briefest instant of disorientation.&nbsp; Galatea pounced like a lion on a wounded gazelle, but was herself caught off guard as the shield cleaved through the dust and nearly caught her in the throat.&nbsp; The murkiness was lit up by a sudden muzzle flash, the revolver firing just over the top of the passing shield.&nbsp; It passed harmlessly overhead as she ducked under the momentary cover he'd made, and she glided to the side just as he dropped it to the ground.&nbsp; Three shots from the revolver in quick succession, the suit absorbing the recoil completely.&nbsp; She weaved through all of them, but the truncheon swung forth just before she could get in close enough to make a lethal shot.&nbsp; The seventh and final shot nearly clipped her shoulder, but she flowed past it as she had with all the others.&nbsp; She wasn't going to give him the chance to reload.<br><br>Just one last trick up her sleeve that didn't require any preparation.&nbsp; Dodging several more shocking fast strikes from the truncheon, Galatea slapped both rifles to the magnets on her back and went for the long needle-like knifes on her waist.&nbsp; Just as the Commander's arm finished its swing she made a swift movement that no human could have done without breaking their spine, twisting like a serpent just under his guard to sink both knives momentarily into the kevlar padding.&nbsp; They slipped through cleanly, and the man's sudden jolt told her they'd struck home.&nbsp; Probably just a graze, but enough pain to give him pause for an instant.&nbsp; They were back on her hips before he could move again, and with a spin to the right she bent both her elbows towards the man's armored mask.&nbsp; The joints split apart instantly, revealing two shotgun barrels that fired simultaneously into his face.&nbsp; The scattershot blasted several chunks out of the helmet and broke one of the eyepieces altogether.&nbsp; The Commander's shout was muffled as he fell backwards with shock, static blasting out of the damaged gadgetry.&nbsp; <br><br>Without sparing a moment Galatea hitched her arms back into place and began sprinting back towards the car.&nbsp; It wouldn't be long before the reinforcements that one of the frightened enforcers had no-doubt called in arrive, and she didn't want to risk her chances now that she didn't have the element of surprise.&nbsp; Her fingers had just curled about the handle when the shot sounded from behind her, the massive bullet hit the center of her forearm, melting the perfect porcelain flesh as it passed through and blowing both it and her right hand clean off.<br><br>Eight shots.&nbsp; Modified Revolver.&nbsp; How could her scans not have picked that up?&nbsp; &nbsp; She stared dumbly at the fallen appendage, and at the jagged end of her limb where gel-like blue blood was already secreting to cover the wound.&nbsp; Only the sudden sound of reloading at her back snapped her out of the daze, and she hastily snatched up her hand before nearly tearing the passenger's door off its handles and sealing herself inside of it.&nbsp; Her head popped out the driver's side door just as another bullet lodged itself in her window, and she looked around for the others with an uncharacteristically tight expression on her face.<br><br>"Get the fuck in here now and get driving!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 07:16:25</strong>
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				(((A monolithic post, that one.)))<br><br>Jasper had immediately pulled Tabatha behind a few metal supply crates as soon as he saw the heavily armoured officers. A second later, Galatea was jumping around, doing a more than sufficient job of distracting everyone there. So well, in fact, that by the time she had gotten in to the car, Tabatha was carrying two cases full of the drugs they were supposed to pick up. <br><br>Why they had brought it there in the first place was beyond them, unless the betrayal was a last minute thing. <br><br>Jasper hadn't even fully sat down before he was barrleing down the street, whipping around other vehicles and dodging in to alleyways to avoid persuit, if there was any. When he was sure that they were safe, for the moment at least, he looked over to Galatea, his eyes on the severed arm. <br><br>"Do you need to go someplace to repair that?" he asked, showing little concern for her well-being. It wasn't unwaranted, really. The wound didn't hit any crucial systems, and would easily be reatatched. "We have technicians back at the Bordello, but if you have someone you trust, I'll take you there, right now."
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				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 07:35:47</strong>
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				((Went all out for it!))<br><br>Galatea hissed as she touched tentatively at the open wound.&nbsp; The thick, pulsating blood had partially solidified in order to keep the interior from being further contaminated, and the layer had already begun turning a shade of off-white like the rest of her skin.&nbsp; For an android she seemed more than a little shaken by the injury; most just shrugged such things off without a second thought.&nbsp; From the unusually haggard look on her face it was quite clear that she had felt every bit the amount of pain a normal person would have experienced if their own arm had been so violently blown off.<br><br>"No," she managed to spit out, holding the remainder of the arm awkwardly to the side.&nbsp; "The only one I trust is myself.&nbsp; But we don't have long.&nbsp; We'll need to take what we can from the Bordello and get to someplace safe.&nbsp; Someplace we wouldn't be tracked.&nbsp; That man's already put in a call.&nbsp; They'll look for me--for us--there first.&nbsp; My gear is being packed as we speak.<br><br>She turned her face off to the side and grit her teeth unpleasantly.&nbsp; After a moment she snatched the pink wig from the floor and pressed it against her bald scalp, allowing the two to fuse together convincingly.&nbsp; The straps she shifted awkwardly down until they again fused back into pants, making sure all the weaponry was out of the way.&nbsp; Slow going, since she only had one hand to work with.<br><br>"That fucking cop..." she muttered under her breath.&nbsp; Had it been a bluff?&nbsp; It seemed impossible that anyone could have prepared for her to be at the docks like that when she had only just decided to go a few hours previously.&nbsp; Who was the woman he'd mentioned, and how had she predicted something so perfectly?&nbsp; That deal of Jasper's had to have been set up at least one week in advance.&nbsp; The people that had been after her until that point hadn't been the brightest sort.&nbsp; So just who was this new player?&nbsp; And what was her stake in all this?
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				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 07:59:34</strong>
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				Jasper did a double take, seeing the look on the android's face. "Why do you feel it? I've never heard of an android with full pain-reception. It... doesn't make sense."<br><br>"Not now, Jasper, take her to Olliver's, it's near here. Hopefully, close enough to the docks that they'd never think we'd hide so close," Tabatha cut him off, looking at Galatea, concern written in her face. <br><br>"Fine. Better we head there now, I'll call Dassah and tell her to send some things to his," Jasper responded, punching a few buttons on the dash-console, a chime ringing in before a smooth, deep voice answered.<br><br>"Dassah, it's Jasper. The job went sour and we're hiding out at Olliver's. Send him the usual package, alright? Also, there should be an entertainment droid in the apartment beside ours. Make sure it gets there, too." The feed cut off immediatlely after, just enough time for Dassah to acknowledge the call. <br><br>It was, litterally, minutes later when they pulled in to an underground garage, abandoned, apparantly. "This is it. Oliver's. He created a hide out here, refitting an old, thousand year old Hotel that had sunken in to the ground as a hideaway for his work. We'll be safe here."<br><br>Getting out of the car, Jasper ran around to Galatea's door, opening it for her, offering a hand to help her. He doubted she'd accept it. <br><br>A few minutes later and they were in the Hotel plaza, showing all it's ancient design and decorations, refit with current technology. It made for a strange setting. <br><br>"Olliver!" Jasper yelled. A second later, the main doors at the opposite end of the room opened, and a small, thin, bald man stormed in to the room. "Jasper, I almost blew your sorry fucking head off! You should have warned me you were coming!"<br><br>"Nice to see you too, Ollie, but we need a room, now," Tabatha intervened, glaring at the short man, who immediatley took the hint.<br><br>"Right, right, same one you always take. I won't stop you, you seem to be busy." <br><br>"Thanks, Ollie."<br><br><div align="center">+++</div><br>The room was small, only one bed, but comfortable nonetheless. The most important part, was the large table that Galatea could use to work. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 08:33:18</strong>
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				Thankfully Tabatha interrupted Jasper's surprised questioning, because Galatea was certainly not in the mood to answer.&nbsp; The idea of remaining so close to the docks put her on edge, but she took a leap of faith and decided to trust the two of them.&nbsp; She didn't know the area well enough to suggest any alternatives anyway.&nbsp; Rather than talk the android spent the next few minutes collecting herself and forcing her body to dull the pain.&nbsp; It wasn't as simple as simply pressing a button, and was more akin to an injection of anesthetic without the resulting drowsiness.&nbsp; Still, keeping herself from breaking down and sobbing took a monumental amount of effort.&nbsp; A grown man would have had trouble keeping a straight face after having part of their arm torn off.<br><br>As Jasper expected, Galatea shoved herself out of the car without his help, pushing past him with her forearm clutched to her breast.&nbsp; She largely ignored the owner of the building, and the moment she got into the room she ignored the others as well.&nbsp; She placed the severed limb on the tabletop and pulled out a small compartment from the back of her pants.&nbsp; Her good arm suddenly cracked open at the middle, effectively separating into two distinct limbs at the elbow.&nbsp; Each three fingered pseuo-hand began grabbing miniscule parts and tools from the box, one being a high-powered torch.&nbsp; The android rested her arm on the table carefully and shot out a few sparks at the gel coating the wound.&nbsp; It retracted immediately into her synthetic veins as if by command, revealing the damage.&nbsp; The incendiary round had at least seared through cleanly, leaving the parts mostly intact.<br><br>The next few minutes seemed to fly by, as tiny components were carefully removed bit by bit and replaced with undamaged ones.&nbsp; First in what was left of her right arm, then on the severed pieces.&nbsp; By the time Dassah's supplies would have arrived the basic skeletal structure and circuitry would have been adequately fixed and reconnected.&nbsp; She twitched her fingers spastically to test all the nerve connections, but didn't yet attempt to pump her arm just yet.&nbsp; The synthetic flesh and muscle was still missing, giving the arm a rather ghoulish look.<br><br>"Could have been worse," Galatea whispered painfully.&nbsp; "At least they weren't explosive rounds.&nbsp; Fucking revolver...
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				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 18:47:56</strong>
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				"They were looking for you, 'GiGi'," Tabatha said from the bed, sitting on the edge of it. Pointing to the contraption on her ears, she sighed. "I was monitoring their chatter as soon as we were out of the way. The chief, at least, seemed far more interested in you then us. Mind shining a little light on the situation?" <br><br>Jasper looked to Tabatha, his eyes saying something secret. He turned to Galatea then, and his eyes widened in understanding. "I've seen you before! It never occured to me, but yea, I've seen you before... but, goddamnit I can't remember where." <br><br>Before Galatea could respond, the door swung open and Olliver came in. "Why did you bring here here?!?" he yelled, pointing a finger accusingly at Galatea. "She's got every goddamn two-cent bounty hunter and 'cop' looking for her! Or tell me you didn't know that?"<br><br>Jasper swore, snapping his finger. "Galatea! You're that socialite Galatea! That's where I've seen you before!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 21:28:32</strong>
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				Madame Galatea.&nbsp; The former esteemed owner of Eden's Bounty, a chain of nightclubs that had grown so popular in recent years that nearly every district in Norco-2 possessed one of her establishments.&nbsp; In an age so obsessed with sex and the nightlife it wasn't surprising to learn that such an enterprise was mind-bogglingly lucrative, to the point where Galatea had become a household name that was brought up more often than politicians and professional entertainers.&nbsp; All up until approximately one year ago when she suddenly disappeared with as much money as she could pump out of the business and just about everything that wasn't bolted down in her room.&nbsp; That was the official story at least.&nbsp; Wanted for Embezzlement, Resisting Arrest, and by this point multiple counts of Arson and Homicide, among other things.<br><br>The android's face tightened, and a careful eye would notice a faint rippling under her skin as every muscle coiled up like a spring.&nbsp; "It appears my damnable reputation proceeds me, much as I thought otherwise.&nbsp; It appears I should have moved overseas."&nbsp; One of her feet turned almost imperceptibly.&nbsp; "So what now?&nbsp; Aiming to turn me in for the reward?&nbsp; Because you two of all people have just witnessed what I'm capable of doing.&nbsp; Regardless, I can't exactly <em>trust</em> you now, can I?&nbsp; You're obviously in need of cash, and here's the Mother of all Catches just falling straight into your laps."
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				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 06:54:06</strong>
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				"The men looking for you weren't regular goons. They were well equiped, and, despite what one would infer from that little show, well trained. That means real big money is looking for you. That also means they won't want to separate with that money," Jasper snarked at Galatea. "We'd be dead the minute they knew where you were."<br><br>"Do you know what kind of money is waiting for whoever brings her in, Jasper? It's enough to set us for life!" Olliver complained, waving his hands wildly. He was far to excited for his own good. <br><br>"Think for a second, Ollie! We all know that the law doesn't mean shit to the powerful. Who the fuck is going to care that some street thugs turned up dead? Do you think they will even <em>attempt</em> to find out the culprit? Even if they did look, they'd never get a conviction. Turning her in is a damn death sentence."<br><br>Tabatha had slipped the pistol from her coat and held it loosely, prepared to take down Olliver if absolutely necessary. <br><br>That didn't end up being necessary. After a long moment of silent fuming, Olliver visibly sagged, swearing to himself. "Fuck, I know. It's just the thought of leaving this shit behind is so god damn enticing, Jasper! We're talking fifty million, man! Fifty-fucking-million!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 07:22:46</strong>
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				Galatea scoffed, apparently offended.&nbsp; "50 Million?&nbsp; Is that <em>all</em> they're offering?&nbsp; I'm worth ten times that in spare parts alone.&nbsp; Not that anyone will be cashing in on that anytime soon."<br><br>In a few moments a high pitched whirring broke through the conversation as Tundles barged into the room toting all Galatea's luggage and then some.&nbsp; It immediately held a suitcase aloft, which the android took gladly with her undamaged hand.&nbsp; "Thank you, dear.&nbsp; I feared the pain would start welling up again."<br><br>She pressed her palm against the top of the case as some sort of touch-sensor went off, causing the lock to unlatch and pop it open.&nbsp; Inside were a multitude of vials and an inoculator that was preloaded.&nbsp; Without wasting time she would press the nozzle to both sides of the wound and pull the trigger each time, flinching almost imperceptibly.&nbsp; The flesh and synthetic muscle began bubbling almost immediately, cells stimulated into rapid regeneration.&nbsp; In only a few short minutes her skeleton was completely covered, and the arm as good as new.&nbsp; She flexed the limb experimentally until apparently satisfied, then sighed with relief.&nbsp; <br><br>"Clever man.&nbsp; Next time he won't have the chance to pull off such a lucky shot.&nbsp; Now then," she said, glancing between the three humans with a guarded expression.&nbsp; "What now?&nbsp; I'm sorry to say that it looks like you'll be needing a change of address for the foreseeable future.&nbsp; Somewhere that you can trust not to be leaked to any untrustworthy people."&nbsp; Galatea made a note of staring pointedly at Olliver.&nbsp; She didn't like that man's chances of surviving much longer.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: FutureSex (Marlow and Shihong)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marlow</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 21:48:21</strong>
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				"You sure as hell aren't staying here. I can keep the regular Corporates out of here, but not when they think <em>she's</em> here," Olliver piped. "I want you guys out of here tomorrow! Fuck, get out of the city! Go down to Texaco or something. They're no fans of Norco, and sure as hell won't tolerate them snooping around their city."<br><br>Jasper glared at Olliver, but relented. They hadn't planned on staying, anyway. "We don't know where we're going yet, Ollie. Just, go, relax, forget about us. We'll be gone before the sun's up tomorrow, I promise."<br><br>It didn't help that Tabatha's pistol was resting on her lap, aiming directly at him. She was still worried about the small man. "We won't be any more trouble, Olliver. We promise."
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