\+/ Tales From Night City \+/ Chapter 58 - Just A Little More

  The moon struggles to find it's way in the late evening... the tapping of high-heel shoes on linoleum returns with a rapid pace. Most staff has long turned in for the night... giving the PetroChem corporate megabuilding a proper echo with each commanding step she takes. When everyone goes home... they take their energy with them. Leaving the office with a very calming, serene air that she just can't get enough of... alone in an iron castle, well shielded from the streets.

  She glances around at various corridors as she makes her way to the elevator. She once again takes advantage of the time alone to hyperventilate... quickly trying to gather herself on the ride up. 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... standing by the executive waiting for her smoking a cig.

  "We've finally got some traction." He says.

  The woman glances over at him.

  He continues after pulling up a detailed, corporate blue hologram on a window pane... 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. EPV database access got red taped until further notice due to an unrelated hack supposedly... though, rumor mill says it may be board interjection... not easy to compartmentalize and dig at the same time."

  "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 history.

  While the executive narrates her profile, we see Molly somewhere deep in the dark, bustling Night City streets… she turns a corner onto a much quieter street with less foot traffic and begins to make her way down a long, dark alleyway alone.

  "The head of this supposed 'black project' is one Molly Seeker."

  Dressed in civilian street clothes 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 mixed 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. I mean, for an A-Thirty, 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 muffled music vibrating through the walls. He leans over to his right allowing his partner to whisper something unheard into his ear while they both side eye Molly checking out her tight, thick figure 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 of interest on file. Russia, Cuba, Ireland, Brazil, China, you name it. Oddly enough at this level, most of her projects are marked as classified... behind a bunch of internal red tape not really worth trying to cut. 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. Explains alot." The exec 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. Molly 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's mellow... yet carrying an intense, seductive energy being shared... embraced by everyone there... causing her to blend in effortlessly... regardless of her nervous inexperience.

  "An excessive amount of classified information on her prior ops… not really worth digging into but point is 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... over-ambitious. Looks as though it got pretty messy over the course of a long, 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 internal files she has. Other than that, on our associates got access to a majority of her redacted, out of house field work which is… gruesomely impressive to say the least... shes more than effective. Tch… any A-Thirty that high up on the ladder hand picked for intelligence and counter offensives like this... in some of these places? Got to have a wire 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 speaks for itself in a lot of ways."

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  Molly, deep within the underground location has her jacket being slowly removed from her back by the gorgeous Russian woman. She slowly removes Molly's baseball cap... gently letting her long, flowing white hair down... she instinctually shakes 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... some even have neon body paint that glowed bright amongst the dim, warm lighting... accentuating the mesmerizing bodies and bare curves present throughout the colorful space. The mellow song of 'Simple Pleasures' comes into focus... the seductive tone... the energy of the room was unbelievably alluring and sexy… overwhelming Molly's senses... pushing her comfort level to their limits. The amount of surrendered control going on stands out for her in a major way.

  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..."

  Molly continues to look around the room... hearing the moans... seeing everyone either deeply engaged with each other or swaying... flowing graciously to the energy of the music and environment. Some surrender while being completely taken... while others have their thresholds give way to the overwhelming sensations of their desires... their simple pleasures. The doll continues in a whisper.

  "Lust... 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. 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 skin as her body tenses up. The palms of her hands feel Molly's hesitation jolt then subside with each stroke... physically acclimating her to the environment effortlessly. 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… it 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 shit has quickly become a house of cards with too many hands. This needs to remain a simple mishap brought about by some low level corporate ineptitude and some random gung ho street rats… nothing more." He says

  "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... any idea what would happen to either of us with just two of those? 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." He scoffs, taking a drag of his smoke. He continues.

  "I mean…. someone this willing to fuck with the edge... its a surprise she's still breathing let alone active." He says before another brief pause. "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 briefly before blasting a rail of synth coke and feeding 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, 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... gritting her teeth with an intense whisper.

  "FUCK what you want…. I KNOW. What. You NEED... I can FEEL IT…" The doll says moaning in a lustful tone. She forces the inhaler up and presses it to Molly's lips…. forcing her to take a huge whiff of the Lace…. her eyes 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 the lustful need to fuck her brains out. She bares her fangs and continues in a tranced, seductive tone.

  "All of your status... all of your power... completely at my MERCY." She growls in a forceful whisper... gritting her teeth as she shoves the palm of her hand between Molly's legs. Molly lets out a loud, primal moan of pleasure... her eyes and mouth wide open... blending in perfectly with the various sounds of all the other action happening in the room. The extreme high of a cut 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 concludes in a monotone. Cutting to black.