I'm a Run Ya Punk Ass Down (Sequel to You're Gonna Dance to My Tune)

Chapter One

Tobias Binnotto has decided it was time to retire from his career of crime for good. No longer would he be carrying out hit jobs on behalf of the Mafioso or the corpos. Having earned billions of Eddies from killing tens of thousands indiscriminately, it was time to take it easy. Especially now that he was married.

After the Empathy brain dance club was shot up by a certain mercenary a year and a half ago, it was hard to replace all the Animals security that were killed in the shooting. Luckily Tobias was more than up for the task. The club's re-instated owner, Larry Fanghorn, was well aware of the assassin's reputation and was more than happy to hire him.

Of course, Tobias's wife, Andrea-Milena (ne Saurez) Binnotto, saw this as an opportunity for lucrative employment.

"Absolutely not!" Tobias protested. "You have any idea how handsy those gonks be at those clubs? Plus they get to see you sharing the most intimate parts of yourself, even if it's just in VR!"

"But Papi, this is the best way for me to prove to you I can be independent!"

He sighed. "You don't need to prove your independence to me, Milena. Especially since I have more than enough money to last ten lifetimes."

Tears threatened her eyes. "By Santa Marda, I feel so useless. You helped save the world from the biggest, most evil corporation to ever exist, and I can't even cut it as a second-rate gangoon."

Tobias rushed to his love and embraced her. "No, Milena. Had I never met you, I would have never found the resolve needed to do something so selfless."

Milena smiled before she cooed. "Papi chulo." She looked deep into his cerulean orbs. "If was a VR Stripper, you would protect me, right?"

"Milena, that should go without saying. Of course I would!"

"Then there should be no problem with me working at Empathy. If any customer tries to inappropriately grope me, or worse, you fly in like the super hero you are and beat his punk ass down!"

Tobias chuckled as he sighed. "Fine, Milena. You win. But let's make sure you're prepared for both the physical and netrunning threats you will surely encounter on the job."

Milena wasted no time kissing him. "Gracias Papi! Now let me show you the outfits I bought for the gig!"

The former hitman's eyes went wide in amazement. "You… you really planned for this?"

"Si papi!" With that said she wasted no time running into the bathroom with some shopping bags that were on the bed, presumably to change.

When she emerged, she was wearing 6-inch neon-pink stilettos, a neon-pink micro g-string, and neon-pink, flower-shaped pasties that barely managed to cover her areolas. "You like it, Tobias? I also got the same outfit in neon-green and neon-blue!"

Despite being together for little over a year now, he could not help but be mesmerized by her goddess-like figure and flawless mahogany skin. "You are truly the most radiant creature in existence, Mami. I think… You are definitely gonna be making us a lot of money at the brain dance club!"

She embraced him tightly. "Gracias, Papi! Thank you so much for believing in me!"

Tobias snickered. "I never doubted you once, Milena. Not for a second."

"Should I show you the rest of my outfits?" The lady cooed, "Maybe even give you a strip tease as I slip in and out of them?"

Tobias hummed in amusement. "Si, mami. I would enjoy that very much."

After the fashion show+stripper show, Tobias shared a bit of news with her. "By the way, I decided, with the new job, we get a new place that's close by."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, there's this sweet 4 story penthouse that occupies the same city center block as the club. I already took care of the down payment."

The lady was excited. "By Santa Muerde! Let's go check it out!"

After Milena got dressed into something a bit more proper, ultra short denim shorts, a tie-die crop top that showed ample cleavage and midriff, as well as some pink Samurai kicks, they stepped down to the drive way.

A yellow car, a convertible to be precise, which did not occupy the drive way prior, caught Milena's eyes. "Oh my god, Papi, please tell me you didn't!"

"What? You always told me your favorite antique car was the 2028-2032 Mercedes SL, thus I decided to get this sweet 2028 AMG SL 65!"

"You're too much, papi!" She looked around the drive way, noting his black 992 GT3 RS was absent. "Don't tell me you traded your prized possession for this..."

"Actually, I bought the AMG outright. I did however trade the GT3 RS for something even better."

Milena raised an eye brow. "Which is?"

"2029 Porsche 992.2 GT2 RS Manthey Racing Edition. Hyper Blue. Should arrive tomorrow hopefully."

Milena rolled her eyes. "You boys and your toys."

"The Merc is yours, by the way." Tobias then handed her the key fab. "You can drive to the flat!"

She embraced him again. "YOU'RE BEST, PAPI!"

Milena was anything but a cautious driver. Reckless was the more apt definition. Constantly going 120 in 40 MPH zones, she was giving Tobias several anxiety attacks on the way to their new corpo plaza home.

"Milena, this isn't a street race! Slow the fuck down!"

"Sorry, papi. Got caught up in the moment!"

He sighed, thinking, I think I made a mistake getting her a car.

Luckily they arrived at the corpo plaza apartments in one piece.

As they walked towards the lobby, a familiar person emerged from the front doors. She donned her usual denim jeans and Aldecaldos jacket.

"Sister Panam!" Milena called out to her.

Panam seemed a bit flustered. "Oh, hey. Um, what are you guys doing here?"

The former Valentinos affiliated woman proudly exclaimed, "We going to move into the penthouse! Tobias got it so we would be closer to our new gig at Empathy!"

The nomad leader was clearly in a rush and wasn't in the mood to chat. "Oh, you don't say?"

"Yes, Tobias is going to be head of their security, while I will be a dancer!"

Panam sighed. "You know, somehow I think that jobs suits you better than anyone I know."

"Gracias!"

Panam thought, That was not a compliment, you gonk. She announced her exit, "Well, I have to get back to the camp. Oh, and you might see V since she has an apartment here as well. Anyhoo, see ya!" She got into her beat up Thorton pick up and took off as fast as the truck would allow.

"Wonder what had her in such a tizzy, something about her seemed off," Milena pointed out.

"Never mind, that, let's check out the new flat!"

The level of opulence afforded by this flat was beyond anything Milena could ever imagine. The premier penthouse occupied the top four floors, providing 16,000 square feet of indoor living space an another 5,500 square feet of outdoor balcony space, which included two different jacuzzis and a full size Olympic pool. The home was already fully furnished with leopard print carpets, sofas, beds, as well as pool tables, Quantum OLED HDR16 16K televisions and a top tier PC with a quantum accelerated Intel Core i9 300900K, 2TB DDR-32 RAM, and NVIDIA RTX 100900 Ti GPU, running on SoftSys's, the company that acquired a struggling Microsoft in the 2040's, OS, Windows 32, which the acquired the rights to in the merger.

Milena, studied the whole of night city from the penthouse. Despite being more than impressed, she was quite forlorn. "I never would have imagined I would have had a castle in the sky like this."

"You look unhappy, mami."

"I'm happy for you, papi. You've earned this, while I… Belong in the streets. I truly belong in the gutter. I've done nothing to earn this!"

Tobias consoled her again as he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. "You've helped reform me, Milena. Had I not met you, I'd be well on my way to racking up another thirty thousand murders to my name. It is because of you, only because of you, I am able to feel anything. Just as you believe I have saved you, you have saved me."

She teared up once again. "Oh papi." Milena turned to him before embracing and kissing him.

"You know, we should celebrate."

"Si, papi."

"Why don't you show me how prepared you are for the brain dance gig. Strip down and give me a lap dance."

"Lap dance? That's so 2030's strip club, papi."

"Yeah, but it's always good to practice the basics."

"I got you, papi."

Milena wasted no time getting undressed, then taking his hand as she led him to the sofa, and subsequently pushing him down on it, then subsequently straddling him. She kissed him again before she took his hands and placed them on her glutes as she grounded them against the crotch of his pants.

After a several seconds she guided his hands to her breasts. "How am I doing, papi?"

"Doing it like a fucking natural!"

Milena kissed him again, this time going deep with her tongue, and he reciprocated. Tobias then freely explored the whole of her body with his hands as they kissed some more, while she continued to grind her ass on his crotch.

After the parted the kiss he told her to stop. "I think that's good, Mami. We should stop before I unload in my slacks."

Milena cooed, "Well papi, while you're still hard, let me give you a blow job!"

"This would be like our sixth today…"

"I only count three myself," Milena spoke matter of factly, "Plus, I love the taste of your essence on my tongue!"

Tobias, despite his libido having a sharp drop as he soon enters into middle age, could not refuse his prized mamacita. "Fine, Milena, you win!"

After their romp, which turned into another marathon, someone rang the door bell. Tobias interfaced with the security systems to see it was a young man at the door. He looked Latino with a large brown mohawk. He was obviously chromed out and was carrying an M-10AF Lexington handgun and a Militech Crusher shotgun. He was wearing a white trenchcoat with the Blue Eyes Foundation logo and white cargo pants, and steel toed boots.

Tobias threatened him over the intercom. "You have no idea who you're about to fuck with."

The young man grinned. "Actually, choom, I do. Mister Blue Eyes told me exactly what to expect."

Tobias quickly got dressed. "Milena, hide! We have an unwanted guest!"

The guest quick hacked the door open, then fired up his Sandevistan to get the drop on his would be victim, however his would be victim had a Sandevistan of his own and got the drop on him with his Katana.

Tobias looked down on him as his katana touched his throat. "I know who you are, David Martinez. But what fucking reason do you have to be tailing me and my wife?"

"You've been classified as a threat to the Blue Eyes Foundation, choom. That's all you need to know!"

Tobias sneered. "Let me tell you something, choom! I heard you got beat by Adam Smasher pretty bad, as in he didn't even need to try. If you can't hang with Smasher, then you also can't hang with me. Get the fuck out before I snuff you!"

David sneered and tried to retaliate but not before Tobias managed to quick hack his optics and disable him.

Tobias scowled as he thought, Looks like there's another corporation I need to liberate this world from.