Chapter Three – Post Coital Interruptions
byChapter Three – Post Coital Interruptions
“Do you know what kind of opportunity the average person has?
Fuck all. If you’re not born in the right family, have the right connections, and go to the right schools, you’re pretty much stuck kissing the ass of anyone one rung above you on the ladder while hoping that they’ll slip up badly enough that you can take their spot.
Worse, your fortunes can turn in a blink. Spent ten years working your way up to middle management in your department? Too fucking bad, some shareholders decided that your entire division needs to be pruned out to meet some elusive goal or to make the curve on their graphs look a bit smoother.
Good luck starting from the bottom again. There’s no one to blame but yourself for failing to read the room.”
–Anonymous Reddit User, June 2029
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I couldn’t decide how I was feeling.
Parts of me that I didn’t know could tingle were tingling, and I had sore muscles across my everything. Not a bad sore, but the sort from exercising a lot, which was probably fair.
I decided, after a moment’s reflection, that what I was feeling could best be described as ‘good.’ I was feeling really good.
A giggle escaped, one that was soon echoed by the person laying down next to me.
Lucy shifted a bit, then brought her head to rest on my stomach. “That was…”
“Yeah,” I agreed as I continued to stare at the ceiling. Eventually I got enough energy to bring a hand down and started to brush it through Lucy’s hair, her very sweaty hair.
“I didn’t know I could do that so many times,” Lucy said.
“Yeah.”
“I’m sore.”
“Yeah,” I agreed.
We weren’t alone on the bed. There was also a very rumpled and probably unsanitary pile of blankets and pillows spread around here and there, and more importantly there was a machine.
It was a horrifying machine, like something out of some madwoman’s worst nightmares. It was eldritch and tentacled, and it looked wet and almost alive.
It was the best hundred points I have ever spent, even if it had made me question my own sanity a few times. I wasn’t even sure what time it was anymore. For all I knew a day could have passed. The details were certainly hazy enough.
Shifting my hips a little, I got into a slightly more comfortable position where Lucy’s head didn’t dig into my stomach quite so much. “That was something,” I said.
“It was,” Lucy said. “Think we can go at it again?”
I considered that for a moment. “The mind is willing, but the flesh is… not.”
She snorted, the motion bouncing her head up atop me. “Yeah.”
I smiled and continued to run my hands through Lucy’s hair, content to do nothing but that for the rest of my life if need be.
And then some jerk knocked at the door. “Hey, are you two done fucking?” Junior asked.
“Urgh,” was the most coherent response I could manage.
“I sure hope so, because there are people here for Cat. Like, lots of them. And some androids too. Shit’s annoying.”
“Tell them to go away,” I called back.
“Yeah, I tried that, you moron,” Junior said. “They’re real insistent. Some of them look important-like and they won’t fucking leave.”
I sighed. I didn’t want to leave. This place was a happy place and outside of this place wasn’t. “Tell Dumbass to shoo them away.”
“Yeah, no,” Junior said. “Look, I’m coming in. Some of the kittens are getting scared and it’s annoying.”
“Oh shit,” Lucy said as she scrambled up and off me with a sudden burst of energy. I did the same, looking for my clothes only to find that I’d left everything on the ground in a trail leading into the en-suite bathroom.
The door clicked open just as Lucy and I bumped into each other by the base of the bed.
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