2010
9:14pm |
I heard a party going on somewhere down the street, but as I walked up to Acid Burn's front door at the time she sent me at the library, the waves on the Bay drowned it out. Or maybe it was the ocean. There wasn't enough moonlight to see, and it was still too early for the fireworks.
I looked up at the lights of the two story house and shook my head. Acid has one of the nicest places I've ever seen in San Francisco all to herself. The Dude has real money to throw around to put her in a cage like that. I wish he would pay it to me instead.
I was tingly from the chance of getting laid. I pressed my keycard to the door, but a red light flashed, and the lock made a beeping sound. I wondered if there would be a record of that, like the gate at Storage SF.
A voice came from inside. "Too early."
I stood there confused for a second before every light in her house cut out at once. It looked like a power outage, but none of the other buildings were affected.
I tried the handle. It was unlocked. I put my card away, opened the door and stepped inside.
Before I knew what was happening, Acid Burn's arms were around me, attacking me with her mouth. It seemed like she was trying to kiss me, but all I got was her random and aggressive use of tongue.
Finally, she broke away. I saw her wild eyes in the darkness. "You taste like wine. Mmm, I wanna eat you. Haven't had a drink in so long." She scampered away. "Come on. Want sex."
I followed her up the stairs with a confused half-boner, but I had a few questions. "The power -- did you do something to the breakers?"
She shrugged. "Yeah, I breakered the PG&E routing system. Software that complex glitches all the time without getting noticed. We have until... I don't know really."
We went through a door to where dozens of candles lit up her messy bedroom.
She walked around opening drawers. "It's been a long time. I can't do anything with those machines watching."
I finally got a look at her. Like before, her top was hella low cut with those huge titties peeking out, and she had on baggy pajama pants. I tried to get some information. "How long have you had this job?"
"Uh, I don't know. Is it still 2009?" She laughed, but I wasn't sure if she was kidding. She picked up an old bowl of Fruit Loops and took a bite, made a sour face and spat back into the bowl, putting it down where she found it. "Take your pants off already."
I started taking my pants off, trusting my boner to come back soon.
This was the only person to reach out to me, my one chance to try and learn stuff, so I kept looking around. The lifeless computer in the corner had a webcam in it, which was probably filming the room until a minute before. "Did you always have cameras?"
"Not always." She opened another drawer. "I swear I used to have condoms somewhere."
The computer's camera might have seen her lighting all the candles and stuff, but I still didn't know who was watching all that stuff. "What do you know about the guy who owns this company?" I folded my pants and left them by the door.
"The Dude? This is his project. He's the absolute authority, yadda, yadda, but he only communicates with lines from movies." She took off her glasses.
"What's the project?"
"Will you just shut up and fuck me?" She took off her shirt.
The two perfect caramel teardrop shapes dropped loose. I hadn't seen tits in almost a year. I put my hand on one. Her dark nipple stiffened.
Her body had curves all the way to the ground, and I grabbed two handfuls of that flesh and shoved her down on the bed.
"Oh, hold on." She rolled over and knocked a big stuffed rabbit onto the floor.
She adjusted herself, and her breasts created rip tides of activity. It was beautiful. I grabbed them again, and she gave out a nervous excited laugh. "I wish this was part of your job. I mean, now you're delivering what I really need."
Our legs got tangled as we raced to get the rest of our clothes off. The blood raced away from my brain and filled up my cock, and it popped up from the waistband when I pulled down my boxers.
"Your band is what inspired me." She slid her panties down. I climbed on top. In the old days, women wanted me just for being in a band. It was good to be back. "If it weren't for you, I never would have built this network."
I wanted to ask her about that, but sex filled my whole brain. I put my cock at the mouth of her pussy. She gave a quick inhale. Her eyes were wild again, and her voice was breathy. "Oh, fuck me, Trixy Rabbit." I ignored that and pressed forward. The head dipped inside.
As her soft folds gradually spread and let me in deeper, none of the intrigue and technology or systems of control mattered. There was just her and me, and I finally understood how really lonely I've been.
I started pumping, giving her all the intensity of my pent up emotions. I thrust deeper each time.
Her tits shook under me like water balloons, and she responded. "Ah-- Ah-- Ah-scar."
I grunted. "What?"
"Nothing." Her eyes were still frantic. "Just saying your name."
I was touched. Nobody used my real name anymore. I pumped harder. "Oh T--" I almost said Tinkerbell. "Acid..."
"Natalie."
"Right." I worked my dick in to the hilt and held it there. Then I shifted for better leverage and really started going at it.
Thrusting my hips shook her breasts. I found an old familiar rhythm in my motions, and the momentum I gave her body magnified it into a gorgeous surging jiggle. That was the rhythm, the power building on power that happened when the band was on top of its game. I was on top of my game again.
Every light in the house came back on, and the rhythm broke.
"Goddamned PG&E." She shoved me off. "I have to get back to work." She took one good look at my naked body and threw my pants at me. "You have 45 seconds before the system reboots."
My dick was shiny from her juices. It wasn't satisfied, but I angled it down my right pants leg and zipped up. I found my shirt and pulled it over my head.
"Hurry up." She counted down, holding her bathrobe closed at the neck. "14, 13, 12..."
I grabbed my boxers and shoes, and we ran downstairs. My blood was still pumping, but my body didn't know what was going on.
"5, 4, 3, 2..."
She closed the front door behind me, and just that second, I heard the bolt latch itself.
Zero. Happy fucking New Year.
