Month Writing Challenge for April 2018 - "Cyberpunk"

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Month Writing Challenge for April 2018 - "Cyberpunk"

Vaughn Doom

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Here is my submission. Its an expert from a role play. Its a bit naughty at the end but I feel it is some of my best writing. I hope whoever reads it enjoys it. Good luck, everyone!
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Arin sat up, eyes slamming open as he jerked into consciousness. His chest heaved in and out, lungs drawing in deep breaths before exhaling them rapidly. It took him a moment to get his bearings; the entirety of his loft looking eerie and unfamiliar. He swiped at his mouth, the back of his hand cleaning a slick layer of saliva from his lips.

A familiar noise began to push its way into his head. Across the room a generator whirred itself to life and something that sounded like the slow rotation of a helicopter blade lacerating the sky began to pick up speed. The metronome of the industrial fan pulled and pushed stale air across his nude torso. It brought with it a sense of comfort and familiarity. Though it was dark, Arin now knew that he was in his loft.

The sun had set outside, and the bright, multi-colored neon lights of the street below flashed and streaked across the clear glass window of his room that overlooked the pulsing city. It had rained; gravity pulling small beads of water down the smooth surface. Arin sat up and swung his legs off the side of the bed, its squeaky springs whining under his weight. Without looking, he reached for the side table, fingers searching until they found purchase on a small rectangular box. Calloused fingers worked the top open and fingered out a filtered cigarette. The lighter was next to it, and with a flick of his thumb, he tucked the filter between his lips and inhaled deeply, smoke filling his lungs before escaping in a thick plume of smoke. With a grunt, he stood, nicotine doing its job. For a brief moment he felt it. A fleeting lightheaded daze... It was a welcome, but it left him as quickly as it had come over him.

With a grunt, he stood, eyes briefly wandering to the other form in his bed. She was sleeping; a tangled mess of chestnut locks lay splayed across the expanse of a soft, white pillow. He made his way towards the window, soft cock shifting with each step, the faint fapping sound of skin on skin audible as the length patted softly against his thighs while he moved. His hair hung loose over his toned shoulders. Arin's skin was flawless, save for the long scar that ran directly down the center of his entire back. His current spine was new, to him at least. He was fortunate enough to have gotten it. Working in the police force certainly had its privileges. He could swap out spines before their energy source had depleted and that saved him the problem of scavenging scrap heaps or trying his luck on the underworld black market. The rest of his body was lean and toned, muscle packed on in all the right places making his tall and skinny frame seem more filled out and hefty.

His eyes scanned the living night, mechanical retina's zooming and adjusting focus automatically as they swept across the busy streets. Night was a dangerous time in the city. Anyone with half a brain would currently be home and 'safe' with their family. Arin on the other hand lived in the night. Not only because it was his job, but also because that was when the city was the most alive. Night was the time when the city was real. The false facade brought on by day slowly faded with the sun, the night pealing back the thin layer of good to reveal the decrepit layer of rot beneath. That rot had taken from him his family.

He absentmindedly smoked his cigarette, unaware of the soft footsteps padding their way towards him. His mind was elsewhere, reliving some distant memory in a better time when his wife and child were still with him. Slender fingers drawing across his stomach pulled him from the painful memory. In a way, he was thankful.

"Time's up already?" His voice was deep and raspy. He pulled his arm up, bending it at the elbow, looking down at a watch strapped to his wrist. "I guess you need your payment now, huh?" Arin left the cigarette in his lips and used his free hand to sift through the rectangular holographic menu that popped up. He navigated it swiftly and in a matter of seconds, a 'Confirm Transaction' prompt flashed. He pressed it, transferring the allotted amount of credits from his account to hers. The holographic screen closed in on itself and he dropped his arm back down.

The woman's forearm lit up, a small box appearing with a check mark inside of it, the credit amount displayed just below. "Mmm, thank you sweetie. We do have a little bit more time if you.." her sultry voice tapered off just before her round, pert breasts pressed against the small of his back. The hard beads of her nipples drew across his skin as she moved in front of him. He didn't answer audibly, but instead gave a nod of his head. She was happy to oblige and dropped down to her knees. Soft, puffy lips pressed against the head of his cock in a delicate kiss before she took it into her warm, wet mouth. She sucked slowly, coaxing his member to life. He watched her for a moment, eyes locked on her silver orbs. Then his attention went back to the city, mentally preparing himself for the night ahead, the soft suckling sounds of her mouth filling his ears...
 
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