\+/ Tales From Night City \+/ Chapter 58 - Just A Little More
Its the late evening as the tapping of high-heel shoes on linoleum returns with a rapid pace. The mostly cleared out PetroChem corporate megabuilding provides a proper echo with each commanding step she takes. Various corpos lingering about the halls after hours quickly move out of the way at the sight of the woman; some bow their heads and some avoid eye contact all together. She glances around at various people as she makes her way to the elevator. She once again takes advantage of the time alone to hyperventilate and quickly gather herself. This has become one of the few places of privacy in her life.. therefore peace… even if only for a brief moment in a lifestyle filled with the exact opposite… constantly tagged, constantly inventoried… constantly owned. The repetitive nature of this routine can't possibly be healthy for the mind let alone the soul... However, the environment of corpo culture all but demands it. Stripping individuals of identity and sanity…. Their very own humanity. She exits the elevator with confidence as she approaches the window to stand by the executive waiting for her smoking a cig.
"We've finally got some traction." He says causing the woman to glance over at him. He continues after pulling up a detailed, corporate blue hologram on a window pane with the neon glowing cityscape as a backdrop, displaying the various pieces of data/information they're reviewing.
"Now that the cleanup protocol is nearly done, the board has given us the leeway to pursuit some various avenues. We got in contact with a local fixer in the area on our leash. He's been instructed to put his ear to the ground to any and all activity going on in the streets in and around Arroyo and Rancho. Who's saying what, who's selling what and who saw what. The pay we offered should get him producing results very soon."
"Data collection on the warehouse explosion is pretty much completely tapped on our end sir. Research team has moved on to the re-manufacturing of product B. Beginning the exhaustive ordeal of re-obtaining resources and thoroughly re-creating the volatile process of production. By all accounts, the chemical composition of this new CHOO 2 formula is seriously unstable. Took them god knows how long to accumulate what they had previously. Hell.. rumor has it a few of the researchers died in the aftermath of its creation with their families subsequently meeting a fate not too dissimilar... That's off the books intel by the way." She says before pausing for a bit to light a smoke… feeling a comforting air of optimism and momentum in the office, she switches subject after a few drags.
"Is there any new insight on this black project going on?" She asks causing him to take a glance at her with admiration before promptly pulling up Molly's company profile.
While the executive narrates her profile, You see Molly somewhere deep in the dark, neon lit and bustling Night City streets… she turns a corner and begins slowly walking down a long, unknown alleyway alone.
"The head of this supposed 'black project' is one Molly Seeker."
Dressed in civilian street clothing and a plain, black baseball cap, Molly occasionally glances over her shoulder being sure not to be followed. She wears a serious look of timid fear and slight excitement on her face being in such unfamiliar territory… gazing up and around at her gritty, alluring yet foreign surroundings no different than your typical tourist would.
"PetroChem auditor in the investigations department. Her profile is all over the place but unmistakably decorated."
Molly reaches her destination and is stopped by the hand of a huge security guard working the door of a completely unmarked establishment... She hears only the very feint sounds of music vibrating through the walls. He leans over to his right allowing his partner to whisper a few unheard things into his ear while they both side eye Molly checking out her tight, thick figure being squeezed tightly by her street clothes. They both smirk while stepping out of her way and welcoming her in with a gesture.
"Long standing seniority within the company. She's done direct work for the board in most major countries and various key places. Russia, Cuba, Ireland, Brazil, China, you name it. Oddly enough at this level, most of her projects are marked as classified. The only constant really being her success rate. Apparently it's the highest in the division... 2nd and 3rd don't even really come close." The executive says impressed.
Molly is next seen being slowly lead by the soft hand of a gorgeous, petite Russian woman down a vibrant, warm neon hallway. She gazes at her from behind… mesmerized by her tight, petite figure… lustfully eyeing her back all the way down to her barefeet in high heels. various dressed and half naked patrons socialize while huffing, sharing drugs, smoking and caressing each other. The environment is mellow yet carrying an intense, seductive energy being shared and embraced by everyone there... causing her to blend in effortlessly regardless of her inexperienced nervousness
"An excessive amount of redacted information on her prior ops… not really worth digging into but she's consistent… and thorough in her work. Apparently shes even responsible for uprooting a couple of the longest sitting board members back in the day... guess they got a little too complacent and ambitious. Looks as though it got pretty messy over the course of a long and complex ordeal of an investigation… sent ripples throughout the entire company... certainly re-arranged a lot of pieces on the map. I sent the details of the op over to you earlier today… its one of the few complete public files she has. Other than that, I got access to a majority of her redacted, out of house field work which is… gruesomely impressive to say the least. Tch… any A30s that high up on the ladder volunteering for counter offensives like this, in some of these places has got to have circ or two loose. Its no wonder they decided to relegate her in house to something a little less… bloody. Needless to say… her body of work is rather decorated."
Molly, deep within the underground location has her jacket being slowly removed off of her back by the gorgeous Russian woman. She then removes Molly's baseball cap as she gently lets her long, white flowing hair down... causing Molly to instinctually shake it out lightly before taking a moment to look around the room in awe. She sees different pairs and groups of varying wealth and social status throughout it holding, caressing, kissing and fucking each other. Everyone naked, while some had neon body paint that glowed bright amongst the dim, warm lighting... accentuating the toned bodies and bare curves present throughout the colorful space. The seductive tone and energy of the room was unbelievably alluring and sexy… overwhelming Molly's senses and pushing her comfort level to their limits. The gorgeous Russian doll whispers into Molly's ear from behind with a soft, sexy Russian accent.
"This is not just some place…... This is THE place..." She says as Molly continues to look around the room... seeing everyone either deeply engaged with each other or swaying and flowing to the energy of the environment. Some surrender while being completely taken while others have their thresholds give way to the overwhelming sensations of their desires and simple pleasures. The doll continues in a whisper.
"Lust and pleasure…. exist at the core of our being….. No matter how rich... no matter how smart... no matter how... powerful-…." She trails off mid sentence... completely mesmerized by Molly's incredible figure while slowly removing her clothes from behind. Molly continues to push herself to the edge of her comfort in unfamiliarity... while being fully taken by the environment.
"Welcome... to the home... of your deepest desires…" She whispers through her teeth in Molly's ear… revealing her pearly white, sharpened, vampire like canines while the mellow song of 'Simple Pleasures' takes over. She wraps her arms around Molly from behind and begins to suck on her neck… causing Molly to close her eyes and tilt her head back… exhaling in overwhelming pleasure. The doll slowly caresses Molly's thick curves feeling the soft warmness of her body tense up. As she uses her hands to admire the perfections of Molly's body, she feels a deep, intense sensation of desire hit her hard... A different… uncontrollable feeling of desire that shes never felt before… which lustfully fuels her hunger for more as she increases the intensity of her touch all over Molly's body. As the doll begins to overwhelm her, the pair blend into the busy room... everyone indistinguishable... connected through pure sensation.
"Them bringing her in only spells trouble for us... If she decides to dig deep enough. We're finished. This needs to remain a simple mishap brought about by some low level corporate ineptitude and some random gung ho street rats… nothing more."
"Highly decorated... hmm... What's the catch with this one sir..?" She asks the exec while the tapping of her high heels on the marble floor takes over briefly as she paces about.
"She's... reckless and chaotic. Been formally reprimanded over 6 times and has countless insubordination write ups... Several of the current active board members have apparently gone as far as to see to her disciplinary actions personally. As far as I know, over the course of the company's history that's never even happened before… Tch… good luck getting a hold of some of those data entries." The executive scoffs while raising his eyebrows before taking a drag of his smoke and continuing.
"I mean…. Someone this willing to fuck with the edge... its a surprise she's still breathing let alone active." The exec says before another brief pause and continuing. "It may take some time… but this is no doubt our point of attack."
Molly is shoved hard onto a couch slightly knocking the wind out of her as the Russian doll hops on top of her thighs straddling her. Molly makes out with her before she blasts a rail of synth coke and feeds the doll one. The doll then pulls out a pink, Black Lace inhaler and takes a deep whiff... exhaling a huge, thick cloud of vibrant pink smoke and intimidating Molly. She places the pink inhaler up to Mollys lips, causing Molly to aggressively jerk her head away and resist. The doll forcefully snatches her throat and pins her to the couch while speaking with a forceful, intense whisper.
"FUCK what you want…. I KNOW. What. You. NEED... I can FEEL IT…" She says moaning in a lustful tone before forcing the inhaler up and pressing it to Molly's lips…. forcing her to take a huge whiff of the Lace…. causing her eyes to open wide then roll to the back of her head briefly as she lets out a surrendering whimper. The doll… overcome by her level of control over Molly is filled with a lustful need to fuck her brains out. She bares her fangs while continuing in a tranced, seductive tone.
"All of your status... all of your power... Completely at my MERCY." She says with a forceful whisper through her teeth as she shoves the palm of her hand between Molly's legs. Molly lets out a loud, primal moan of pleasure with her eyes and mouth wide open, blending in perfectly with the sounds of all the other action happening in the room. The extreme high of a drug shes never done before intensifies the sensitivity in her nerve endings... Her entire body tenses up as she squeezes her thighs together tight and curls her toes. The doll moans in an intense explosion of built up lust with her eyes wide open and focused on a surrendered and vulnerable Molly. "Delicious..." She whispers to herself before shoving her tongue in Molly's opened mouth overwhelming her.
"She will be dealt with." The executive says. Cutting to black.