Chapter Two

Inside GeneCo

He chuckled softly, running his tongue around her hard nipple. Actually, her whole breast was hard. Hard and unmoving. Two or three breast augmentations, always larger, always rounder, had taken all the feelings of normality from them. His eyes darted up to to her face, her own eyes closed and mouth parted slightly, and wondered if she even felt this at all. Probably not. But the look on her face as he thrust into her, hard, told him that she did feel that. He chuckled again. Her eyes slid open, blue the color and shine of zydrate looking out of a remodeled face.

Her legs, still fitted with her knee high white leather stilettos, were wrapped around his ass, pulling him in her more. Deeper. Her hands were threaded in his hair, threatening to pull it out. Leaning up on her elbows she sank her teeth into his shoulder as she came. With a hiss of pain he pushed her back down, hand on her chest, and picked up his pace. She was thrashing around him. He was hurting her. Neither of them cared.

It had been three days since the fateful opera and two since Amber Sweet had announced to the world that she would be the new "face" of GeneCo. This was the first time that the Graverobber had been in the GeneCo higher offices in ten years or more. They were in Amber's new office, her desk contents thrown to the floor when she had pushed him down on top of it and mounted him. "Graverobber," she'd whispered, going into their familiar routine. "Sometimes I don't know why I need you at all. Other times..." she'd unbuttoned his belt and fly and proved what she needed him for. His eyes had slid closed, but it wasn't Amber's face he pictured as she slipped him into her mouth. A pale face with dark hair haunted his mind's eye.

She'd stripped nude, all but the boots, but he had stayed pretty much clothed himself; his pants just down to his knees. Even his coat still on. Amber was fun to play with from time to time, though it had been a very long while, but truly not worth any real effort.

Her eunuch valets had tripled in number since the last time he'd seen her. They keep an eye on them from the other side of the room, but stood impassive and expressionless.

She screamed out his name, digging her nails into his shoulders. It was his cue and he pulled out the zydrate gun, pressing it against her inner thigh. "No!" she said, shoving it away. His eyebrows raised but said nothing as he thrust into her a few more times, finishing, then quickly pulled out. "No?" he asked, tilting the gun in his hand as he struggled with his pants with the other.

She stretched, cat-like, sliding her body against the desk. Since he had last seen her she had had her face fixed and held much more firmly in place and a new color added to her eyes making them shine like zydrate. She'd been tucked and molded and sucked and shaped so much she barely looked human anymore. She looked like a plastic doll.

He held back the urge to shutter, realizing what he had just done with...that.

"It's not what I asked you here for," she said huskily, her eyes drifting closed. She waved her hand in the air dismissively, "I can get that myself, now."

"Perhaps...but mine is more fun." The Graverobber plopped down on the small couch set in front of the desk, tossing one long leg over the arm, the other stretched out before him. His eyes drifted around the room, trying to keep them off of her. "Don't tell me you wanted me here just for sex? It was fine and all, but your messengers," he nodded towards her gang of eunuchs, "said there was credits involved... Fun as this day has been so far, money does makes the world go 'round." He plastered on his trademark grin.

Amber sat up lazily, three valets were suddenly at her side, lowering her down from the desk. They began the process of re-dressing her and snapping all the buckles back into place. "Graverobber," she tugged on a pair of white leather gloves and reached up to pat her hair, long and blonde today, braided into a coil at the top of her head and then down her back. He wondered absently where she got her wigs. "How would you like it if I took you off the most wanted list? If I made it so you could deal Z out of the alleys without worrying about the GENCops?"

His eyebrows raised curiously "I'm listening."

"Shilo Wallace."

Oh no. "Who?" he fringed indifference

She stomped her foot, looking like an angry leather clad child. "You know who!" Clothed now, she shoved her entourage away. Walking foot before foot she sauntered over to him, her fingertips brushing against his cheek as she moved around him, forcing him to turn his head to watch her. "I'm not stupid, Graverobber. I saw her with you at the support group." Her voice was husky, smoky. She wrapped her fingers in his hair and yanked on it, causing him to wince slightly.

"Oh. Her.You know names mean little to me." he said, grinning, somewhat amused that he had been caught. "Okay, so what about her?"

"I want her. Alive. Dead. I don't care." She leaned over, her breasts pressing against his head, running her free hand into his shirt and down his chest. He grabbed her wrist, his grin fading. "Amber, I rob the already dead. I do not have anything to do with getting them in that state. Why me? Why not send some of your repo-goons?"

She pouted. "I have. They can't fucking find her. Her home has been searched. They're looking for her all over the city." Her eyes turned colder somehow with their artificial light and she dug her nails into his chest. "I know you helped her escape Pavi's tent at the carnival"

He nodded, once. "What do you want with her anyway? She's just a kid. And as I understand it she didn't do what your father asked..."

She leaned closer to him, nostrils flaring. "Find her," she whispered, not answering his question. "Kill her, or bring her to me if you are too weak to do it yourself." She let go of his hair, shoving his head forward. He looked back at her. The look on her face was not an overly friendly one.

It has only been a few days, but Amber has changed. Not just with the surgeries this time. The death of her father and taking over his company had made her harder, bitter, more dangerous somehow. She may be worse than Luigi now... "And if I don't do this?" he asked softly.

"Dear, dear, Graverobber." She smiled at him, looking like her old self again as she moved around him and sat down on him, rubbing her ass across his crotch. He threw his arm around her legs, pulling them together. "If you do not do this one little job, this tiny little thing I ask, I will have my Repomen come after you. And it will not be over quickly." She flipped her braid over her shoulder, leaning toward him, lips brushing his. "But if you do this," her voice was a smoky whisper against his lips "I will give you anything. Everything you want and more."

Pavi Largo moved with ease into Amber's new office, a pair of GENterns pressed against his sides. Luigi Largo was trailing behind them, a look of quiet rage spread across his face. Amber's guards were busy picking up the contents of her desk top and placing them back onto the massive mahogany desk while Amber sat on its edge, legs crossed. She drummed her nails against the wood, face turned to look out the wall-length window overlooking the city.

"I don't know why we need him," Luigi snarled going over to stand next to Amber. He lifted his hand as if to touch her knee then balled it into a fist and put it behind his back. "You want her dead. I'll do it." Amber ignored him.

Pavi slapped his GENterns on the ass, effectively sending them back on their way. He sighed wistfully watching their backsides as they walked back to the elevators "Sister, please," he started, moving over to her other side. "Leave the little bella alone. All this was not her fault. She left without taking Poppa's offer. She forfeited everything he would have left her."

Amber's head snapped around, her new eyes glaring at him coldly. Her lip turned up slightly in disgust "Ug, don't wear that thing around me, Pavi. It's gross." He reached up to pat his face, her face, to make sure it was in place. But it's beautiful, he wanted to say but did not. Instead he moved back away from her, sitting down on the couch. Sadly his faces only lasted so long when worn all the time. Perhaps he should put hers away for a little while and wear it only at special occasions.

"Taking over or not," Luigi slammed his fist into his palm, "she's turned us all into laughing stocks just by Pop offering it to her." He growled "That little bitch deserves to be taught a lesson." He looked back at Amber then away again. "I don't understand what we need the necro-theif for. I can teach her that little lesson." He grabbed his crotch to prove his point. "Fuck the little brat. Then I'll cut her into little bits and fuck her some more!"

"Brother, please," Pavi pleaded. "She's just a little girl. Besides, she has nothing now. We have it all!" He spread his arms wide to emphasize the vastness of their empire and laughed.

Luigi smiled then joined him, laughing. "True, true. Pop didn't have time to change his will. We're still in it. We still own GeneCo. We rule the world. Little bitch ain't got nothin' on that."

"Wrong!" Amber jumped down from the desk. She poked a finger at Luigi's chest. "She showed us all up. Showed us that Daddy..." her voice broke. Balling her hands into fists at her side she screeched wordlessly. Luigi put his hands on her shoulders and shook her. She pushed him off. "This!" She picked up a GeneCo folder from the desk and shoved it against Luigi's chest. "This is why she must pay."

Graverobber was escorted out of the GeneCo offices by two of Amber's valets. He could have told them that he probably knew the inside of this building better than they did, but decided it would be better off for him in the long run if Amber never knew how easily he could slip in and steal whenever he really needed to. True, he made plenty of money selling Z on the streets, and there were few things more exciting then just nearly being caught by GENCops as he raided graveyards after dark.

However, there are some things to be said about a good B&E. And breaking into one of, if not the, most powerful businesses in the world was a rare high. Never mind the fact that he really had a key.

At this moment, he would really rather not get on Amber's bad side. He sighed softly, not his usual jubilant self as they rounded corner after corner in this maze of an office building. Of course, he couldn't help but look at the GENterns they passed, their white uniforms cut dangerously low and ending dangerously high, pale panties threatening to peek out with every step they took. "Excuse me, nurse, can you come look at this? I have a growth in my pants." No one but himself was amused.

He was shoved, roughly, out a door and into an alleyway. Stumbling he caught himself before he could crash into the wall of the neighboring building. "Hey, wa'chit!" a bum in ragged clothes clutching a bottle of blue-green absinthe shoved past him, stumbling down the way.

The Graverobber straightened himself up and tugged on the furred collar of his coat. He tipped an imaginary hat to the two musclebound goons, shoved his hands in his pockets and whistled tunelessly, heading out into the night.