Chapter 2 - Episode: Tender Talking and Tactful Teasing

Masarati curled her toes as she lay in bed. Her post orgasm glow was still lingering when she woke. No, something was wrong. Her breathing was sharp and her legs felt tense like she'd just done a sprint. Her skin felt hot but she wasn't under her comforter, or even her sheets. SHIT! had she left the window open, with the weather like it was? What had happened to the alarms?

The numb warmth around her waist ebbed as her waking mind realized just what was the source of her sensations. A hot wet intrusion dragging the lips of her womanhood with it as she arced her back and returned to the waking world, riding a rocket of orally initiated orgasm. Her hands went to her crotch and a head covered in short rough cut locks filled her grasp. 

She cupped her hand to feel his face, and he tilted his face to rub his cheek against her hand, almost like a dog. She forced her eyes open, first looking to the side at her bedside clock. It was later in the afternoon, but not so late that she would miss out on sleep for the next day. She looked down between her thick muscled thighs at the man going to town on her drenched pussy. She applied a little force and pushed his face away, and thing strings of her sexual fluids connected his face to her dripping lips. 

"Eric?" She asked, breathless.

"No, I'm the monster under the bed," Eric licked his lips clean but only succeeding in trading slick for spit. "I ate Eric by the way, he tasted great."

"Oh I know he did." Maz growled and hooked her arms under Eric's and pulled him upwards. His rock solid erection dragged across her inner thigh as she moaned as the tip of his cock knocked against her swelling clit. "Oh damn, how long did you polish me?"

"Not long enough for my tongue to get tired, but I was going slow. It seemed like you were having a nice dream." He kissed her and she tasted herself on his lips and tongue and reveled in it. While she stroked his hair with one hand and both of his massaged her shoulders and arms, her other hand lined up his cock with her pussy.

"Maz, wait," Eric halted but Maserati silenced him with a deep tongue twisting kiss. His protests were muffled by her tongue, but he moaned loud into her as she pulled his cock deep and raw into her. Protected sex had come a long way but there was a tingle that slight change, in the raw. "Fucking asking for it." He growled when she locked her legs behind his back. She gave enough leeway for him to almost draw himself out of her, but not completely. 

"Bring it, monster boy," Maz taunted, eyes half lidded as Eric's cock throbbed hard in her.

"Boy?" Eric's eyebrows arced and the light from outside her bedroom cut a narrow strip in the shadows across his face. His hands slide down to cup her sculpted ass and he hauled her up with only a slight grunt of strain. Maz let out a surprised yelp as his cock flexed, and he rose to his feet the head of his cock still in her. Now it was pressed down and he was poised to jackhammer her into her mattress. 

Maz grabbed her heels and held her legs in place as Eric began to pound down into her, the walls of her pussy spreading to accommodate the swell of Eric's girth and the depth of his thrusts. The wet sounds of her cunt and his cock grinding and sliding together filled her ears. Her panting turned to moaning as Eric's pounding became heavy slams of flesh on flesh.

Her breasts shook and slapped against each other as her body shook in orgasm and rocked and she savored the feeling of his ravishing assault. Her toes curled and her eyes rolled back in her head as his sweat drenched body rocked and rammed her harder and harder against the mattress, the soft sound of metal creaking a distant thought as she felt his cock swell almost twice as thick as it had been. "ERIC!" She cried out his name, as he pulled out and came. Heavy spurts of cum painted her face, her mouth open wide to catch a thick dollop of cum on her tongue.

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Eric stepped out of the shower, a overly large t-shirt with a faded band logo hung on his body, the fabric had been stretched to fit Maz's broad shoulders and chest line. It looked relaxed on Eric, if nothing else. Maz giggled as she sat in a Tee of similar size that clung to her body.

"Looks good on you." She said while thumbing the screen of her phone. Eric shook his head before striking a pose straight out of an old OLD japanese comic filled with unusually well muscled teenagers fighting time stopping vampires. Maz held her laughter enough to capture a photo before she busted a gut. 

The rich peals of her laughter made Eric smile and forget so much of the drama his brain had been dwelling on. Eric sat down beside her before she pulled him under her arm and held her phone out to take a selfie. Eric smiled at the screen, and Maz winked as she took the picture.

"I'm gonna tag you in this." Maz declared. 

"Um, I don't think I buddied you on Chum-Link." Eric chuckled but when Maz waggled Eric's phone in her other hand he understood. "Ah,"

"This is good, I'm buddied up with the other ladies on the floor so they'll get this and app you up! I don't think the newlyweds are into the social media scene though." She shook her head and Eric heard his phone give a mild chime. She handed him his phone and he saw that, indeed, he'd been tagged. "Probably cause they got so much tits between em you could float a boat."

Eric looked up and laughed. "What?" 

"Tits." Maz spoke in a broken almost comedic amount of melodrama. "Tits. The. SIZE. Of-my-head." She held her hands around her head to ephasize. "If-not. BIGGER." She added and Eric started laughing and fell on his side. The stress cracked and fell away with each breath of laughter and he considered just letting himself fall back asleep on the floor. It was comfy.

There was a blink of another alert of his phone, and Eric saw that a vid of him laughing was now tagged to his account. He used the tagged privilege to add his own commentary. "No longer critical."

In less than a few seconds he saw several thumbs up and hearts linked to family, and those he still counted as friends. The social media app had reminded him of just how many people in his 'close circle' had been her friends, and some of them still were her friends and felt that she was somehow justified in what she had done.

No. He squinted and gave metal horns to a comment from one of his old soldiering buddies about 'big brawny beauties'.

"Whose the jarhead?" Maz asked, looking up from her own phone.

"A Sergeant I ran into a lot at the base, mostly because he had this tendency to test just how much the under plate of his ride could handle; by ramming and overrunning enemy fortifications with it."

"Looks like he got out of the service, all right."

"Ah, he's career, back in the states for Rest and Rehab."

"Mmm. Whoa!" Maz laughed. 

"What?"

"Um... Your mom just left a comment on my posting." She held it up.

"Oh, damnit, ma." Eric sighed and shook his head: "Don't you dare break my son's heart, missy. I own over two thousand acres and I'll kick your ass over every one of 'em, if you do."

"Of if she only knew."She gestured toward the door and Eric shrugged.

"You kicking me out?"

"What, no! Well, kinda? I do need to sleep tonight, Eric, like real sleep. I meant the floor in general. LOTS of thirsty cunt here in need of quenching."

"I could keep you nice and cozy," Eric offered, and ignored the cunt quenching comment. 

"Oh, I bet." Maserati cooed. "But I take my job seriously and I don't want to be distracted by tingles and tremblings in my toes when I'm showing the newbies the ropes tomorrow.

"Got to be on your game to show em how to rope some proper Robo-Butt?"

"Exactly. Plus the boss might actually make us do some equipment tests while we're there, get it done on a slow day." She added. Eric nodded and leaned in to give her a soft, mostly chaste, kiss on the lips. "Oh damnit, Eric. I wanted to get to sleep soon, and I just put clean panties on."

"Make me pay for it later." Eric offered and Maz smiled and gave him another kiss back, and a firm goosing of his cock. "Or right now," Eric gasped as she stroked him firmly and he found himself feeling tight in the pants again.

"Damn, they grow you tough on in the country."

"Farm grown." Eric acknowledged. "Good night, Maz."

"Night, Eric." Maz winked and Eric saw himself out. 

He exhaled into the afternoon air that cycled through the filtration units. A general tone of notice stated that it would be a windy evening and that everyone must close their windows. Alarms were in effect.

Eric jogged back to his room to double check that all the windows were closed. He stopped and ran a thumb over the lock to his room. It was clean and the keyhole showed no signs of tampering. He went inside to give the windows a check and that the alarms worked with a quick tone check from the boxes set near the frames. Satisfied he closed and locked up his windows and gave another look at the contents of his fridge.

It hadn't just been perishable greens and fruits, and beers, that had been left in there. Some chocolate: REAL CHOCOLATE, was chilling in the freezer and he allowed himself a quick taste. Genuine article. Home grown but still one-hundred percent from the Earth Chocolate.

"Holy fuck." He shuddered as the taste melted in his mouth. The single 'bar' of choco melting and triggering a natural high. Natural for this day and age, anyway. He hadn't had REAL chocolate in years, not since... not since his wedding.

"Who the fuck got a hold of this?" He looked over the package and saw, in pink marker, 'from Gene'. Real chocolate was expensive and most times it was either vintage that had been in cold storage or grown on very select, very profitable, Farms. "Well shit, pot and chocolate. I've got to meet this girl." 

He looked at the clock, even if he considered getting up early tomorrow, which was debatable; he had time to recharge. Still, he'd fallen into the single life again really easy. He hadn't leveled with Maz entirely but, he smiled. Tech School memories. "Tinnitus doesn't last, but you'll miss it." The school's unofficial motto which compared to the one on the patches, "The sound of industry will never fade." 

He grabbed a cup from above the sink and checked the water pressure. It was a good clarity, and the in sink filter showed it had been changed properly and there were no air bubbles. Good.

The taste was as bland and absent of flavor as water should be and he drank down the cup, then another, to help hydrate himself. He'd been out of practice since things with his ex had started to chill, just before he deployed. He set down the cup harder than he needed to and winced at the clack the cup made on the counter. 

He there was a blip on his phone and he pulled it out to see a Bud-Bump on the app. "From 'Gene' Morganson." He hit accept and a message blipped up right after.

<Gene> Yo.
<Eric> Yo. Nice to 'greet' you. Gene, from across the way right?
<Gene> Yup.
<Eric> ... so.
<Gene> So.
<Eric> Thanks for the chocolate.
<Gene> Yeah. Felt bad for that bomb, sts.
<Eric> I didn't notice it when I looked through the first time.
<Gene> Cause I broke in while you were fuckin' Maz.
<Eric> You're clean about it.
<Gene> Yeah, hard to prove 'breaking' and entering if nothings actually broke, right?
<Eric> Is that how you got the chocolate.
<Gene> Not directly. Call it a bonus. 
<Eric> You're being very open with this.
<Gene> Cause I can ERASE this entire conversation.

And like that the entire conversation was was gone, and soon replaced with another.
<Gene> Hey 'Handy' Man, wanna come over and check out my space heaters?
There was a picture attached of a very plush looking ass held in check by some scandalous black panties. It was animated and a hand with polished black nails slapped the ass, causing it to jiggle lusciously. 

Eric inhaled, when Anna had told him, they do things 'fun' in the building, Eric had presumed she meant things like 'block parties' or maybe a floor movie night. Those things were still on the table, but they had a very different flavor given the reactions of both the land lady AND both of the two tenants he'd had contact with, at this point.

He reached for a bottle of electrolyte saturated energy drink, and drank the whole thing down. He started for the door, then grabbed another for 'the road'. 

The walk across the building wasn't far, but as the distant toll of the elevator chimed, Eric knew he wasn't quite going to get right to that ass. His cock throbbed in his jeans, first from the thought of that sweet jiggling booty that promised all manner of distraction from his slump. Lady above, was this a new job or a dream vacation? It throbbed again when he saw the woman walking out of the elevator. 

He had rounded the corner and was standing off the elevator when she stepped out. Her steps, her stance, her posture and poise. The crisp lines of her uniform and the steely look in her eyes as she caught sight of Eric. The Aura of 'Officer' radiated off her like a heat rock and Eric snapped to attention out of years of learned behavior.  He realized he was doing in a heartbeat and relaxed, but it ended up looking like a parade rest.

At that point she was already a step from him and looking him up and down. The uniform was civilian law enforcement and the badge riding on her hip opposite the stun-blaster signified her as a senior officer, as did the designations on her sleeve. So this was Officer Woolrick, a voice whistled as his gaze took her in as well. Good thing I'm already at attention. The voice on his shoulder mused.

She cut an impressive figure. Her athletic body filled out the tailored uniform perfectly without looking like it was a size too tight or too loose in any department. Her strawberry blonde hair was cut short and neat, and framed a face of fair complexion. Her long legs gave her height to stand eye to eye with Eric and those Steely grey eyes bore into him as he locked gazes and let her see 'him'. 

She didn't reel or shudder or dart her gaze to the side, sometimes when people met his gaze head on they did that. Usually out of guilt. His ex had never been able to look him in the eye, after he came back; was it fear? Cornelia Woolrick however, did not.

"Officer Woolrick, I presume?" He asked cordially, even though her name stripe clearly indicated her surname.

"Correct, Mister Wyre." She nodded back. His eyerbrows rose, it wasn't often someone in the city guessed his name's pronouncing on the first try, unless- 

"You've looked into me." He concluded.

"Just a cursory search." She shrugged. "I like to know who's moving in." She shot a glance to her left, and Eric realized the only occupied room in that direction was Gene's; Awkward. "I notice you and Maz have 'met'." There was a slight purr to the word but Eric didn't quite relax. She was just at the edge of his personal space and holding there. "I hope I don't have to wait to long for my ticket to come up."

"Not at all." Eric assured her. "I actually popped my head into the laundry room, on my way to Maz's." He thumbed over his shoulder at the offending room. He saw Cornelia's face change from cool and casual to anxious. "I head a couple drips but the pattern is weird like, not a regular leak." The anxious look gave way to a sincere face of vindication and relief. 

"I KNEW IT!" She stamped her foot and Eric heard the clap of Treaded, ass kicking, boots. His gaze shot down and the pants that held her shapely legs had some parade polished boots coming out from beneath the hem. "Ugh, it's been nagging me for the past week; I got into such a fight with Donna."

"Donna?" Eric cocked his head.

"RA for the floor beneath us and the roof green floor," She explained off hand. "So you heard it was like, not there, you back out-"

"And then all of a sudden-"

DRIP. PING.

Both of them were silent as the sound echoed in their ears. Both of them turned their heads to look across the gap to the dark doorway into the laundry room. Eric's heart pounds as his eyes narrow and his right hand falls to his hip, another ingrained response that comes up short as he finds nothing there.

Then Eric's eyes saw a glimmer, flicked to its source, and he stepped aside. "Condensation." He sighed and pointed at a wet patch on the metal railing, then up to where some water had collected from the roof greenhouse and made its way down to the railing. He turned to smile at Cornelia to find her with her hand on her stunner, still holstered, and still with her eyes on the empty doorway.

"Officer Woolrick?" Eric said in a professional, respectful, tone of voice. She blinked and looked at him, seeing him, then looking back at the doorway, then at the wet patch. "I'll talk to Donna?"She nodded, "I'll talk to her about this drip tomorrow before I go hunting the mystery drip.'

"She's usually busy helping Belle with paperwork," Belle again, he noted. "So she might not prioritize over tax forms."


"Actually I can probably handle both. That way I can requisition the patch kit without looking silly if I don't find where that leak is on the first try." He added.

"Worried about building politics, already?"

"You're the one arguing with her about phantom drips." The water dripped again, from the condensation, and both of them turned their heads at it. "I'm, doing the rounds and introducing myself."

"Don't wear yourself out before you get to my place." Cornelia smiled as she unsnapped some of the buttons on her collar and loosened the cravat, or was it an ascot, that was part of her uniform. "I do like to unwind after my shift."

"Hm, well Maz and Gene invited me on their cards so," Eric left the sentence open and at Gene's name Cornelia's eyes narrowed. "Ah, problem."

"Not... how I'd put it." She bit her lip and looked openly at Gene's door, "Every have a friend you really agreed with on the big things; morality, politics, freedoms and accountability?" Eric nodded at this.

"Have a whole squads worth on my buddy bracket of them," and one in Arlington, he thought with some remorse. 

"But any of them have really different tastes not like, movies or 'games', just had these weird hobbies or habits that are just 'odd'?"

"I've got a bud who used to keep little toy versions of the vehicles we serviced on his office desk. It was weird, yeah, but... but one day w we got to a wreck and," he paused here as images of fire rose to the front of his mind, "and later had to ship the driver home," he said with a an intonation that left no room for misinterpretation, "He tucked one of the toys, the same model as the vehicle the driver had been in, in with her."

He shook his head. "Fuck, why'd I go there. You probably meant something like dresses weird or has robot pets or something."

"More in that vein of things, yes." Cornelia nodded, "Are you okay?" 

Eric looked the officer in the eye and realized that lying to her wasn't going to fly. 

"I... recently split with my wife after a pretty bad betrayal," Understatement of the month, it'd be a good year for sarcasm. "My friends from deployment have been great about keeping my spirits up, and besides looking out for their other friends in the area who might have gotten hitched to Jodi's." Eric used the pejorative term for those who slept with the spouses of deployed military, or were themselves spouses cheating on their deployed 'other half'.

"They've been on my mind, and while there's lots of laughs, it was a front deployment."

"Was it bad?"

"Like the the Good Hawkeye said; 'War is War and Hell is Hell, and of the two War is a lot worse.' You heard it here last." He added and Cornelia nodded, taking that as the end of that line of questions. "But, not to deny her a first impression," he paused, thinking of the image of that lush bouncing ass, "First face to face impression," He amended and Cornelia laughed, understanding in the laugh.

"She and I just, we like different things, yes, however," She pauses, "You know what?" She smirks, "I think I will let her make that first impression, herself." She stepped forward and gave Eric a warm kiss on the lips, her tongue snaking out to skate across his surprised lips before she pulled back to wet her own. "Mm, you still taste Maz, even after you brushed."

"And flossed." Eric added, with some color in his cheeks.

"I will have to ask her about that." She looked over at Maz's door.

"She's resting up, training new workers in the morning." Eric said quickly, Heaven above, this building, this Floor was crazy! And this was only two of the women, three counting Anna, who lived here. What was Gene going to be like, showing her ass off to a man she hadn't met face to face. A part of him was genuinely glad the newlywed husbands were heading off on work trips because these women- he cut the thought off.

No. They are NOT like Veronica, and he hated himself for thinking her name.

"Well shit," Cornelia wasn't looking at him and he had time to snap his face back to neutral. "Don't want to mess with her while she's sleeping, bears and dogs and all that. Tomorrow then." She said with a smile. "I'm actually off work, as a matter of fact."

"Really? What a coincidence, wait. Officers can take days off?"

"Yeah, we can." Cornelia laughed. "We can certainly be called in if there's a serious case, like a homicide or assault, that's reported nearby, but only if it's like walking distance." She added and seemed to stop short of a more heavy handed explanation. "Anyway, I do want to get some shut eye, but-"

She leaned close again, and this time Eric leaned into the kiss and it lingered a bit longer. "I really hope you stick around." Her hand found its way onto his and there it gave a squeeze. "Certainly better company than the street fare around here." She shook her head as she started toward her apartment.

"Maz did mention something about gangster hookers." Eric took a step toward Gene's apartment. The smile dimmed on Cornelia's face and she nodded, seriously.

"They aren't to be fucked with, or fucked at all; they are 'technically' licensed, but they abuse a lot of loopholes to get away with some twisted shit."

"Being tied up and forced to eat strange men's cum out of pussy for a week does seem a fucked up." Eric cited Maz's example and it got Cornelia laughing again.

"Oh I shouldn't laugh, but we once found this broker, okay, he was really a con-artist." She straightened up, "Nah, I'll tell you the story tomorrow," She continued on to her apartment.

"You tease!" Eric called after her, and in response she slapped the ass of her pants, and the perfectly tailored pants showed just how perfectly jiggly that ass inside the pants was. "They've got that in common, certainly. Wait." He thought of hte image and pulled it up again. The color of the skin wasn't the same, even in the lighting of the image he could tell. "I was gonna say." He shook hiis head and continued on to Gene's door.

Six-Oh-Six, he knocked on the door and almost immediately there was the telltale sound of a bolt sliding and then the door crept open. Eric cocked his head, why someone would need to peek when they had-

His brain stopped there as a dainty foot with painted nails peeked around the edge of the door; the foot supported a leg that, while short, going by the knee, was all the same luscious and full and held up some banging hips. The hips had the same panties on that the animated image did and the same black nails were on the hand that rode those wide hips. His gaze didn't have to go far up to see a pair of breasts the color of cream with soft pink areola firm and naked in the cool air. A half-cup bra the same black lace as the panties held the incredible chest warmers aloft and, assured that the weren't going to just run off when he wasn't looking, Eric looked into Gene's face. 

She had a complexion to go with her cream colored body, and while she might have had a shut in's pallor, there was still a rosy warmth across her flushed skin as she fidgeted under his scrutiny. Raven black hair fell around her face, and her hazel brown eyes wavered as they searched him for some sign of approval, beyond his slack jaw and straining pants. "Wow." He managed and the smile that broke over Gene's face told him it was the right thing to say.

"Sorry, I just." Gene laughed and her impish voice went with her short but stacked body. "I dunno, damnit hold on. This thing isn't actually really comfortable." She left the door open and went back inside.  

"Dear Karma," Eric looked up some orange streaks of sky through the green roof garden, "Thank you."

"You coming?" Gene's voice called out. Eric entered and closed the door behind him. Gene had pulled on some sweatpants, cut short to her knees, and a T-shirt with some odd looking gaming dice. Her hair had got from falling around her shoulders to a pair of adorable handlebar pigtails. 

"Very nearly after that show," Eric laughed, taking in the various computers and rigged up electronics around the living room. There was a sliding panel that was set up with a projector, no several projectors. "Wow." He said with the same level of surprise, though significantly less lust, than before.

"Yeah, sorry, I just." She bobbed on her feet. "I'm not much in the height or muscle department but I've got tits for days," She held her girls gently and Eric realized she'd shucked her bra the way they moved under her shirt.

"And you've got a lifetime supply of ass." He smiled and Gene smiled back.

"Why thank you! It's actually my best 'bodily' feature."

"That smile's something too."

"Slow down, hot stuff, no need to bust the good material out on me." She waved her hands back and forth in front of her.

"Huh?" Eric cocked his head.

"Ah, sit down for a bit." She motioned at a Kotatsu, he remembered now, that was a different sort than the other ones. It had a fan in the middle, rather than the heater he discovered was on the underside of the others. It was on and was adding to the white noise of fans and cooling units. 

He sat down on a pillow and when Gene walked over with a keyboard, he expect her to sit beside him. Instead she eased down into his lap and started typing away. "So, you're read up the Drei-Riecher Virus, right?" She asked conversationally and Eric nodded.

"USA's branch of Neo-Nazis try their hand at biochemical terrorism; ends up spreading and fucks the planet in all sorts of weird ways. Everyone knows that." He said as his eyes followed her typing fingers, but stared right down the neck of her shirt into her jiggling cleavage. 

"What don't most people know?" She asked, turning her body and giving him a better view in the process.

"It wasn't their formula. Generally anyone in the military or any kind of international policing is read into it. Someone came up with the formula for them to deploy and all the craziness was some mystery someone's plan." She nodded, her pigtails bobbing and her breasts jiggling.

"Right." She smiled and kept typing, and bringing up more screens of historical images, nothing gory or vile just news files.

"What's that got to do with anything?" He shifted his weight and his erection pressed against her thigh.

"Well," She breathed in after a shudder, "Everyone in this building is registered as a non-reactive carrier for the human-reactant version of the virus." She waggled her finger like something was off with the statement.

"Like half the planet has some level of infection; the medication keeps us alive, healthy, sane, and 'human'." He rested a hand on her thigh, she didn't push it away and instead leaned back against his chest.

"Right." She rested her arm on his. "But before your status was updated, you'd missed medications before, during deployment." She brought up a listing that showed his medical records.

"You're a code slicer?" He used a term his granddad had learned from books written about a classic space opera. Gene blushed at the term and a hand left the keyboard to trace up his arm before going back to her exposition.

"Well, I would have settled for 'decker' but yeah." She smiled.

"Right, well the medication is designed so that you can miss a day or two and be fine."

"Yeah, but you missed Multiple days, multiple times." She brought up several red flagged medical reports.

"We got caught out in the field helping people. Kids. They needed the meds more than I did. The relief and aid groups were held up by brigands." His other hand was on her other thigh and it gripped it, but not painfully so.

"I saw the commendation." She brings up a screen with a scan of a dispatch lauding valor and humanity for the sake of others. "My point," She brought up, "Is that you suffered no backlash or withdrawal. You didn't have any development of symptoms or any kind of reaction to the absence of the medicine in your system."

"I took a few pills," his grip slackened. 

"Yeah, that's like when a woman in the 21st century 'took a few' BCP, it doesn't work like that. It's about having a steady dose in your system." 

"What's your point?" He leaned forward, and looked her in the eyes. She turned to look at him squarely. 

"My point," She pointed to herself and then Eric, "Is that everyone living and working in this building is suspected of being entirely immune to the most to the 3RV." 

"Wait-what?"

"Yup."

"Huh."

"Mhmm. Plenty of people are turning up as being immune, and the medication is basically just there to keep other people from being afraid of them."

"I'm not eating sugar pills am I?"

"What? NO. What if you had to give someone an emergency dose, no. Your prescriptions are legit. Good question, though." 

"Okay, so what does that have to do with, 'anything', that's happened so far?"

"Like what?"

"Like the fact that my landlady, who is my boss, felt me up within ten minutes of meeting me, and so far three for three, all my neighbors seem interested in my the contents of my pants."

"Oh. That's easy." She closes out the window and brings up a playlist called 'sex tiem nao'. She pushed the keyboard onto the table as she pulled her sweats off and her naked cunt soaked the crotch of his pants. "We're horny. You're hot. Fucking happens."

"Oh. That is easy."

"Yup! So let the government put all us horny virus immune folk in one building and see how many kids we can pump out."

"I've got protection." He held up his own proto-ring, he'd picked it up from his apartment.

"Fooy." Gene pouted. "You fucked Maz raw." She brought up an image of Maz with her ass in the air and it started into a video of Eric fucking her earlier.

"You sliced her laptop?" He recognized the angle and what was there.

"She had a chat open." Gene admitted, and pulled Eric's hands under her shirt to cup her tits. They went on autopilot and she moaned as he began to stroke and pull at them. "Oh fuck the hell yes." Her toes curled as her fingers reached down and unbuttoned Eric's pants.

"Who else was watching?"

"Was?" Gene addressed the tense and Eric looked around, there were several red lights on and a glassy black lens not far from each. "If you wanna go offline.

"Who?" Eric squeezed firmly but pinched gently as he slide his bare cock against her parting lips.

"Just this floor, and Belle." Gene admitted, "And maybe the Government lady who keeps tabs on us, but if she's in the chat she's invisible and proxied to all hell. That's all, I promise." She swore. Her ass cheeks flexed and shook as she struggled in his grip to try and bring her ass down on his cock, but she couldn't move.

"I trust you." He breathed and brought her down on his cock, hilting her raw in the first stroke.