Valia was bored out of her skull but her options to relieve the tedium were limited. Without liquid funds, she could whittle away the hours either by lying in a sleep coffin or she could spend the time window-shopping for things she couldn't afford.
Neither were appealing but fresh air would probably be better for her. With a groan, she reached up and brought up the weather and air quality reports. When she saw a screen of red and flashing warnings, she turned it off and decided to stay inside.
“Fucking acid rain,” she muttered. She had the equipment to handle the rain around the industrial city, it was just in a storage locker and seemed like a lot of work to get it out just to avoid the cramped quarters of her sleep coffin.
She tapped the sensor pad on her left wrist to work through the menus that were displayed on her cornea. It only took her a moment to check her account balanced, all helpfully collected on one display along with her budgets. She had reserved enough to make sure she had ten months of the sleeping quarters and a solid subscription to a cheap food delivery service. She had her basic needs for the near future: shelter, food, drink, and network. Her comfort, on the other hand, could be measured in cans of cheap beer. Enough to get drunk but then she would be sober for months.
It had been a dry spell for people who needed her talents. An unfortunate whistle-blower got on the news and triggered renewed scrutiny into her biggest client's use of individuals who specialized in breaking: places, privacy, and bones.
Valia stretched out her hand and pressed her palm up against the ceiling. Tiny sensors along her fingertips activated and set off a custom program that caused hundreds of sub-dermal diodes to light up to create the illusion of fire rolling along her arms and shoulders. The light flooded the tiny coffin with ripples as she tapped her fingertips along the top and set off multiple ripples.
Underneath the glow, she could see the flex of metallic coils that enhanced her strength. With a stronger punch, she could easily dent the roof of the sleep cabin but repairing the coffin was not in her budget.
Instead, she was content to tap on the ceiling and let the programmed diodes flash up in various designs that coursed down her wrist, elbow and up to her shoulders. The flashes ended near her neck and along her chest where the bridge between machine and flesh separated the arm from her still-human ribs.
Her other arm and both of her legs were the same. Her first job was in a meatpacking plant. An accident left her a quadriplegic and in a constant pain. Now, after a midnight deal with Travin Corporation in the hospital room, the nineteen year old girl found herself wearing military-grade hardware with a steady drip of pain killers and a debt larger than most small nations.
Five years later, Valia had managed to pay off 2.4% of her debt and the corporation was using her for dealing with the endless runaway employees and whistle-blowers. “Dealt with” usually meant hunting them down and giving them an option to return to the fold. The ones who didn't were give a non-disclosure agreement. Usually one that involved sinking to the bottom of the acid-filled river or having their skulls caved in.
It had been two weeks since she was smashing in the rib cage of this pretty little secretary who thought she had something to sell to reporters.
However, other enforcer was supposed to stop the reporter the whistle-blower had contacted. Something had happened and both of the reporter and the enforcer had disappeared. The news got out and now Travin was being investigated which meant all enforcement contracts were on hold as they shuffled accounts and avoided the audits.
She considered bring up a computer game but that wasn't appealing. Neither was finding a new show to watch and sports never entertained her.
There was always masturbating. That was cheap and fun.
Valia grinned to herself and reached down. On her back, her breasts were flattened with gravity but her nipples were two little points already sticking up. She caressed them, enjoying the heat that teased her senses and the pleasure that came up.
With her other hand, she ran her palm down her taut belly. Hours of training and exercise had left her hard-bodied. She danced her fingertips along the ridges of her abdominal muscles and then down to the hairless mound of her sex. The familiar pleasure brought a low moan.
Five years of killing had not left her with a lot of lovers. Only a few one-night stands in a by-the-hour rental or furious fucking in an alley. She remembered a handsome wage slave who did something wonderful with his small hands along her pussy and her body responded with surge of heat and liquid pleasure.
Abandoning her nipple, she reached over and tapped the controls on her write. The skin around her fingers flashed in control mode. With practiced ease, she tapped and slid her way through the menus until she found the program she wanted. With one hand still cupping her sex, she activated the program just as her pussy grew slick with anticipation.
Immediately, all the sensation in her arm stopped. It was as if she no longer had her left limb. However, the fingers were still moving. The fingertips slid up one side and down the other of her lower lips, teasing each one. The middle plunged into her opening for just a moment before it slid up against her clitoris.
She could feel the tug and movement of her left shoulder as the arm fingered her but nothing else. It was as if another lover was touching her and doing an excellent job at that.
With a moan, she closed her eyes and thought about the wage slave. This program was based on his touches, a recording of his hands with a neural network to randomize the events. It had its own personality, thought it was purely limited by the source recordings: five minutes of mind-blowing fingering and touching leading to a mind-blowing orgasm.
Grabbing her nipple again, she squeezed and tugged at it as the hand continued to tease her. When two fingers plunged into her sex, she let out a quiet cry of need.
Raising her hips to give her disconnected arm and hand more access, she closed her eyes to enjoy every moment.
The display on her cornea flashed an incoming call. It was one of her contacts with Travin Corporation.
She fumbled to stop the program fingering her, but the system had just decided to shove two fingers deep into her cunt. The pleasure made it hard and her fingernails missed the controls. With a moan, she struggled between taking the time to stop the program or to answer the call.
The call disconnected.
“Shit!”
She continued to paw at her controls, looking over even as it started to do something pleasurable with the thumb. Without knowing what would happen next, it was sending her close to an orgasm.
The call came back.
This time, Valia answered it by tapping the side of her head. “Hello.”
“Answering this time?” It was the dour voice masked by a digitizer. The random fluctuations by that program gave it a quavering voice that somehow was more menacing.
Two fingers were twisting and curling up, searching for her g-spot. She fought back a moan as she nodded. “Y-Yeah.”
“Open for a job? It's a rush one, a quick job.”
With her pussy clenching, she agreed. “Yes.”
A notice popped up with a request to download an image.
She accepted it without a second thought.
The download indicator said that she was getting an advertising for a bar about a mile away. It was a shitty place to say the least, but she was more interested in the large size of the image. Someone may have assumed it hadn't been compressed correctly but she knew it contained all the details embedded inside the picture.
The call disconnected.
Valia stopped trying to stop the program and leaned back. Knowing she had money coming released the tension almost immediately and she melted into the expert digits that were touching and teasing. She shuddered as the fingers clamped over her clitoris and up against her g-spot at the same time. Their attention was almost laser-bright as they brought her to a quick, powerful orgasm.
The afterglow as depressingly short, but it didn't matter. She let out a contented sigh and then focused on her job. A few swipes and controls brought up the stenographic program to separate the image from the file. A one-time pad that she had gotten five years ago in the hospital took the next shared code and decrypted it.
Soon, images and plans for her job began to flash across the displays in her eyes. She smiled and idly let the fingers strum against her sensitive sex as she prepared to brutalize someone.