San Francisco 2144


Hoshi took care to pose herself into the ideal figura serpentinata, and tilt her head to her better side before Jonathan opened his door.

When he did he was bleary-eyed and most of the way to drunk. His resistance should be low.

Perfect.

"Nice neighbourhood you've got here," she sneered. "You won't believe what I saw happening to some guy across the square."

Jonathan tilted his head. "Whatever it was, I bet you've seen worse in your travels. And whatever the worst you've seen actually is, well, I assure you, I'd believe it."

Hoshi smiled. "So my ingénue act isn't fooling you, huh? So what do you fall for? Earth goddess? Siren? Leather clad vixen? What's your poison?"

He didn't quite answer her. "What are you doing here?"

Hoshi didn't think she'd been particularly subtle, but in case Jonathan was even stupider than he looked, she gracefully shimmied out of her evening dress and stood there in the corridor wearing nothing but heels, stockings, garters and a smile. And the smile was very revealing.

"Aren't you with Forrest?" he demanded of her tits.

She reached out, and lifted his chin so he was looking her in the eyes. "A girl can hedge her bets, can't she?"

She pushed him into his apartment. He stumbled and fell backwards almost immediately, but that was fine, she could work with that. She extracted him from his not-particularly-clean-smelling sweatpants and considered what she had to work with, inwardly bored for all her outward shows of surprise and delight. She only wished he was sober enough to get him into the shower. She resolved to breathe through her mouth, and excuse herself from administering a blow job.

She coaxed him to life, glad - given his drunkenness - for the assistance of the vasoactive substance dissolved in her perfume. Finally he was firm enough, and on she climbed, sighing and moaning, and generally giving the type of hammy performance she normally wouldn't dare try on a man over thirty.

She flopped down onto the lush carpet beside him when she was done. "That was amazing!", she exclaimed - shouted actually, because his eyelids were already drooping. "A revelation! Gods, but I LOATHE fucking old goats when there are virile stallions like you around."

"You're beautiful," he murmured. "So sexy."

And then he was snoring.

Hoshi helped herself to a shower. A LONG one.