Cyberpunk: Badland Madman Chapter 4 - Techie, Dirty Race, Movie Night & The Trap (Patreon)

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Judy returned home late after finishing her shift at Lizzie's. So tired, she didn't even bother to check up on Cypher crashing her couch. She just walked into her apartment and strolled into her bedroom like muscle memory. 

Maiko wasn't home that night, as she often wasn't. So, Judy just dropped down on the bed and fell asleep. Being so exhausted, the second she opened her eyes again, hours had passed. Sunlight trickled through her window, and the screen near her bed was making noise. 

She woke up groggily, rubbing her eyes, wiping away the drool. It was her habit to sleep topless, with just her undies on. So, she got dressed first in her usual attire and went to the bathroom to wipe her face and brush her teeth. 

"Ugh… Where's Cypher?" She mumbled as she brushed, noticing how there was no noise from the living area. 

Soon, wiping her mouth, she reached the kitchen to grab a bite. Her gaze swept around, not finding Cypher on the couch. But she heard some noise from her workstation and didn't bother. 

Let's see. 

Starving, she opened the fridge. 

Thud!

"What the—" 

The refrigerator's door came out of the hinges and fell apart. Hell, she still had the handle in her hand; the thing just fell apart in bits and pieces. But then her eyes fell on the microwave nearby, and it was similarly torn apart. 

Since she hadn't done this, and there was only one other guy who had recently found an awakening as a techie, she knew who to blame. "Cypher! What the hell's this? Why'd you scavved my damn fridge?"

With jingles of the blinds covering her workspace's entry, Cypher appeared, dark circles darker, eyes red like he hadn't slept a minute, but a big grin was plastered on his face. 

“Trust me, you’ll thank me later, Jude.”

"Thank you? For what?"

"Ah, I didn't explain, sorry about that. Got too excited. I was upgrading the fridge when I had an epiphany and went to work on your rig. I'll fix the fridge later, don't worry."

"My rig?" She scowled and bolted into her workspace to check her most cherished possession that had taken years to build. "Don’t tell me you trashed it… huh?"

It wasn't ripped out. It looked just as she remembered; everything was working, as all the screens were on. However, she did notice something; the hum of the machines had significantly reduced, barely noticeable. And the room no longer felt as hot due to the presence of all the equipment. 

"Ta-da!" 

She watched Cypher spread his arms wide, grinning while his mouth rambled non-stop. 

"Yeah, I upgraded the memory modules, redid the heatsinks, and poured in some custom coolant I whipped up myself. Way smoother than that dogwater you had in there before. Oh yeah, I also upgraded the processors. Took forever and damn near drove me nuts, but it was worth it. Go on, fire up the benchmark. This baby's three times more powerful now."

Judy stared at Cypher like he was an even bigger gonk than she remembered. Her rig was top of the line; some parts weren't even ethically sourced because they weren't in the market. Her processor was the top-tier stuff. Like hell could a man upgrade that alone in a single night. Corpos spent years developing that. 

But she did feel the heat sink and coolant working. So she entertained the guy and ran some stress tests. 

Right away, the processing speed raised her eyebrows. Since she worked with BDs, she needed a lot of graphical and data processing power, as the rendering needed to be done in the same quality as real life. 

Usually, even with her beefy rig, she had to work in cycles of five minutes. Work on a five-minute clip, then let it render, and then work on another five minutes. That ensured the best performance without blowing up the rig. 

But this…

"No fuckin' way!" Judy swore, staring down smug Cypher. The gonk looked like the sweetest damn angel in her eyes. "I-It works on fifteen-minute clips, that’s a whole BD length for most junk we use at the bar. What the fuck, Cyph, how’d you do that?"

"A good chef never reveals his recipe. I cooked, you enjoyed, that's great." 

Judy almost begged him to tell her, but she held her words back. If he didn't want to tell, it was best not to push. Not when she could have him help her more. "Choom, can you do the same to my rig at Lizzie's? That's where I clock most of the time."

"Yeah, no, that is a hard no. That rig's property of the bar, and I dumped a ton of my own custom tech into this thing. This ain't no charity handout. I'm gonna start up a company and sell patents on these bad boys. Gotta square up my debts first. But I can beef up the data link so you can run this rig remote, even straight from Lizzie's."

Judy nodded; that was satisfactory. She wanted to use this rig for longer BDs, and Lizzie's mainly sold shorter ones. 

While Lizzie's Bar was a braindance club, it didn't mean they just sold porn there. People watch action scenes, adrenaline-pumping experiences, real food tasting experiences, try different drugs through BDs, and, of course, sex. 

Finally, she closed the benchmarking app and turned to look at the gonk that she'd somehow learned to care about. In all senses, they should've never met, or become friends, let alone let him crash at her place. Hell, he was a guy addicted to porn, BDs, jerking off, and glitter. He was the sort women ran away from, yet somehow, she let him walk into her life. 

"How many eddies do I owe ya for this preem upgrade?"

"Owe?"

This brain potato. Don't tell me…

"Triple the performance? That's gotta be worth a couple thousand eddies, choom, easy."

"Huh? Why the hell would I take cash from you?"

Guessed as much. 

She sighed, shaking her head. The guy was weird, creepy, but somehow still decent in the head and heart. Well, not head, or else he wouldn't think of going after the Wraiths, planning to kill them. That was suicidal. 

"You saved my damn life, Jude. You had my back when I was bleeding dry out there. Finding someone who does that in Night City? I lucked out big time. Not that I spent anything to upgrade your rig. Shit, I'll throw more upgrades on it whenever I get some solid ideas, totally free. I owe you, and it ain't cash, but it's something that counts."

Judy chuckled, sighing. She walked up to him, surprised at how at ease she felt around him. Sure, she was into girls still, but this guy felt as close as a guy could ever be with her. And it felt comfortable. 

She clapped him on the shoulder. "Guess ditchin' that glitter and those BDs turned you into a real philosopher now, huh?"

"I guess so. Man, I'm beat. I might just crash right here on the floor if I don't bounce soon. I'll fix the fridge later. Hey, mind if I take your bed? This couch is killing my back."

"Yeah, go for it. I'll be out running gigs all day anyway. Got some… stuff to handle." She watched him shuffle off to her bedroom, another thing that really should've weirded her out, but no, it didn't faze her at all.

"Ah, hey." Cypher stopped in the doorway and glanced back at her. "If Lizzie's got any gear that needs fixing, BD stuff, tech, whatever, let Quinn know she can hire me. For money, duh."

"You got it, choom." 

Judy waited for the bedroom door to slide shut first. Once she was sure Cypher was gone, she ran back to her rig and opened the massive processing unit to check what changes he had made. Braindance was her specialty; she was still a general techie. 

Yet, when she looked at the heatsink, it looked almost the same as the ones she had installed, only modified. As for the processing unit, it didn't even look modified. Heck, it was impossible to modify without a specialized lab with zero dust and tools that could work on a nano-scale. 

No way, how'd he preem this thing up like that?

That morning, Judy pondered, maybe she wasn't that great of a techie after all. Even the junkie brain potato was better than her. 

Good for him, I guess. 

In the end, Judy gave up understanding it and headed to work. 

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This shit is insane. 

Lying on Judy's bed, Cypher was hard. But again, he was hard ninety percent of the time he was awake. No, he was staring at the Sonic Screwdriver, holding it above his face while he lay back. 

The thing was nothing less than a magical wand. It allowed him to work on things on an atomic level, which was how he was able to upgrade the processor. His level of tech understanding had surpassed what he felt he should know, all of which happened while building the screwdriver.

Not only that, the screwdriver could scan pretty much anything and give him information regarding it, such as its faults, any issues with the system, or the design. They were bare minimum; the screwdriver wasn't magical. But even those bare minimum things, when fixed, gave greater performance. Like what he'd done with the heatsinks and the coolant. 

He'd also tested the screwdriver on other things. It could disable cameras, mics, and even snoop on them. It could overload a simple ICE, like the vending machine. It could interface with more or less any low to medium-level electronics. 

He hadn't tried it on complex cyberware, however, as those may have military-grade ICE. He could also open pretty much all locks. On top of that, it could assist in medical diagnostics. 

Plap!

"Fuck!"

He lost his grip, and the girthy screwdriver fell flat on his face. 

"Yeah, better go to sleep."

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Money. 

Without money, you couldn't survive in Night City. And when you've got no money and bone-crushing debts, you're worth less than a cockroach. Well, maybe a bit more since Scavs could sell your organs. 

Cypher knew that he needed a lot of money if he was to make that Leaper creature he had come up with in his mind. It was massive, needed special alloys, and a lot of precision tools. It was on a different scale than the gun and the screwdriver. 

He no longer questioned the origin of that knowledge. All he knew was that he was in one heck of an interesting time. He remembered this Leaper, where it was from, and what its function was. It was exciting, and he really wanted to build it and deploy it around his home at the Lake Farm.

Can't even be a whore with this face. 

With a sigh, he moved away from the mirror and dressed up to head out. The dead Cypher wasn't completely useless; the man had deadly vices, but also two talents that kept him alive and fed. One was a damn good aim, and the other was damn good driving. Dead Cypher used to join some races to earn a few eddies. 

Now, the best course of action was to be a techie. But that would need him to build a reputation first, and then go around showing his skill, hoping to get hired. He didn't have the time; the need for eddies was urgent. For that, he wanted to race again. 

The problem was that his motorbike was likely taken away by the Wraiths who attacked him. 

Can't I just rent a car?

It was annoying to take the metro, but he had no other option. He headed towards Japantown with a few ideas and plans. On the way, he checked the people around, the level of their cyberware sometimes subtle, and at times too much. From normal folks to almost-cyberpsycho borged out, the city had them all. He honestly couldn't wrap his head around the fact that people trusted Corpos enough to replace their entire body with their products. 

But again, those people lived there all their lives, consuming the propaganda since young. To them, this was normal. It was Cypher who was the odd one. 

Pat!

Huh?

With a deep frown, he looked back. He felt as if a hand had just tapped on his pants' pocket. From the corner of his eye, he noticed white hair flashing away. But he didn't worry; he was totally empty anyway. Nothing on him could be stolen; he didn't even have a shard slot on his body.   

Ah, it's there. 

He felt the small bundle of physical eddies in his jacket pocket and relaxed, continuing his pondering. 

Soon enough, he arrived at the Monroe and Sagan station. A short walk from there, he reached Jig-Jig Street, a very infamous place for all sorts of adult entertainment. From fixers, ripperdocs, and cheap restaurants, to sex shops, joytoy brothels, drug dealers, and other exotic or illegal merchandise sellers. It was heaven for someone like the dead Cypher. 

But he had a special purpose. He walked around the street looking for a loan shop. 

There were plenty of them, but he was looking for one not directly run by the Tyger Claws. Japantown was, for the most part, a Tyger Claws territory, with Moxes being the second. Sadly, Tyger Claws won by their sheer number. 

Looking around a bit, he eventually bought a pair of cheap sunglasses with an inbuilt AR screen that would let him access basic things like maps and the net. He really needed it since his neural link and personal link were gone. 

With those glasses, he looked up loan shops on Jig Jig Street. Pretty soon, he had all the information needed. He picked one random shop from the decent-looking ones and got himself a small loan. The interest rate was weekly, a whopping twenty-five percent. Good thing, he only planned to hold it for a few days. 

After sorting out his money problem, he went to a nearby apartment building and rented a unit for one month. It was the same place that V had in Japantown. It was on the more expensive side, costing over a thousand a month. The nearby H8 Megabulding had cheaper options, but it didn't suit his needs. 

This apartment was fully furnished, beautiful on the inside, and it gave him a clear view of the street outside. 

Done with all that, he relaxed in his new place, although it still didn't feel as good as that lake one. He sat in front of his personal computer in the apartment and surfed the net to find a rental car to race in. 

In normal circumstances, he'd have asked Nash to lend him one, but that bridge was already burned. He didn't have any other friends in Night City. And he wasn't going to ask Judy because she'd lecture him on how risky it was. Besides, she had a truck. 

Fuck, they're all expensive. 

There were a lot of options, each needing a different amount of payment. In the end, he chose the Quadra Turbo-R, a fast car that wasn't too new or too expensive. It still needed him to pay ten thousand eddies, out of which, he'd get six thousand refunded at the time of returning the car. 

Finally, he sent a message to the guy who knew a guy who knew the guy who organized the races. Since he'd never met any of them, he felt pretty safe. Though he knew Nash and his boys must be looking for him.

And now… we wait. 

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Hargreaves St., Santo Domingo,

It was two in the morning, the sky was dark, and the streets were empty. It was the perfect time for racing, and Cypher chose to arrive early. He'd already run a fast course through the designated race route, from Hargreaves Street to Capitola Street in Japantown.

There were two ways to make money in the race. One was, of course, the prize money for winning. The second way was betting on your favorite car. Cypher bet on himself, throwing in all the cash he had, which was about fifty thousand eddies; all of it was a loan.

He wasn't going to ride alone, however. He'd called and asked Rita if she wanted to join him, and just his luck, she was finishing her shift at Lizzie's. So, with time to kill waiting for her, he started walking around the other cars.

There were a lot of Corpos, Militech and Arasaka sort, then there were wanted criminals from Tyger Claw, Mox, Valentinos. Funny enough, the police cars were just parked nearby, not bothered at all.

It was more of a death race. Cheating wasn’t just possible, it was expected. So, Cypher did just that; he walked around the cars in the name of checking them out. Thanks to his junkie, fucked-up, dried-up face, nobody bothered him. 

In his right sleeve, he had the Sonic Screwdriver ready. As he approached each car, he waved at the tires, at the fuel tank, and then at the engines. He did that with each car, never really damaging anything, as that would be caught by onboard systems. He just sabotaged. 

Once done, he just leaned against his car, ready in the middle row. 

There were a total of six competitors in that race. He expected that someone must have messed with his car, so he ran diagnostics with the screwdriver. Sure enough, he found hacks placed in the basic computer of the car. They were supposed to brick his engine the moment the race started. 

He didn't remove them just yet and looked around, waiting for Rita. He took out his pack of cigarettes and pulled a random one out. That was an interesting habit of his from old life, throwing random cigarettes in a pack and pulling them out to either be surprised or enraged.

Menthol, nice.

Smoking, right as he swept his gaze towards the small crowd gathered, he noticed an EMT van and a woman standing beside it, dressed in a yellow jacket. Her hair was vivid red, and honestly, she was pretty. 

Is that her? The face tattoo checks out. 

With nothing else to do, he walked over to the woman. He honestly didn't know much about her; nobody did. What he did know was that she couldn't be trusted. An EMT and a black market cyberware vendor, he pondered if she always got cyberware from dead bodies. The company she worked for was known for being sketchy, having lost its old glory to Trauma Team during the fourth corporate war. 

"Can I get your number?" he asked as soon as he approached her. 

"..."

"W-What? I'm sorry, I have a son."

Cypher scrunched up his face, realizing his words came out wrong. "Hold up, I mean your card. For emergencies and all that noise. Ain't no way I'm paying for Trauma Team again anytime soon, that shit bankrupted me last time. Need something in my back pocket if I'm bleeding out my guts again. But real talk, the only cyberware I got is this middle finger, swear on my momma."

He very openly showed her his mechanical middle finger, moving it, curling it. 

The woman frowned and turned red with embarrassment. She strongly nodded and turned to open the van's door. 

Fuck!

It was trouble for Cypher, however. As the woman turned, he could very openly see her wide hips snug in her blue jeans. He gulped, taking deep breaths; he had a race to win. But his body was hypersensitive to it. 

Shit, it even jiggles! 

He watched, just watched, his palms itching, his puffs on the cigarette getting harder, finishing down to the butt. The woman was a sight to behold, a body shaped by motherhood and years of a physically intense lifestyle. She had minimal cyberware, too, and he liked that. Not that he hated the other type. He was just as much into women with chrome. 

"There it is!" She dug through the glovebox and pulled out a card. "My personal work card. Any emergency, you ring me."

Cypher read the name on the card. It said Gloria Martinez, alright, a medtech for REO Meatwagon. That confirmed his doubts, and before he stared holes into her jacket because of her clearly blessed melons, he decided to move. 

"Gloria Martinez, gotcha. Cypher Blackwell here, see you around." He said, eyeing a new van that just rolled in, bearing the Moxes paint job. "Looks like my ride partner's here."

"You're racing?" Gloria asked. 

Cypher pointed to his Quadra. "Yeah, that's my ride. I’m just saying, put your money on me, and you might roll home with a real sweet-sweet bonus."

She awkwardly smiled, not believing in his confidence. But he didn't bother and walked away because Rita was waving her bat at him, looking all hyped up for the race. And as he'd said, he liked organic women, but he was totally into someone like Rita as well. He loved his ice cream, no matter the flavor. 

"There's the handsome guy." Rita flirted, a beer bottle in her hand from her truck, as she greeted him with a big hug. 

Handsome my ass. Gonna take weeks to look normal first. 

He squeezed the woman in his arms still. Rita was a fun person to him, one who didn't shy away from speaking her mind. She was on the petite side, a head shorter than him, and there was a lot of chrome going on her, at least on the upper body as far as he could see. Both her arms were fully chromed out all the way to her shoulder blades. Her skin looked synthetic, glossy, and fuck, it was arousing. 

"Gonna need me to light some gonks up?" She asked, swaying her chest to make those underarm holstered guns bounce teasingly, her shaking, perky little tits under that barely-there cropped tank turned up the heat, "Got my bad babies strapped, and the bat if we wanna play extra hard."

Crazy chick. But fun.

He shook his head and walked her over to the car, popping open the passenger door. "Nah, you're good. I got everything covered. Just slide in and be my pretty little passenger princess. I'll take care of the rest. Enjoy the ride."

Rita chuckled, her pretty white teeth showing a grin like she expected fireworks. "Oh, getting all flirty on me tonight? Alright, I'll be your pretty little doll, ready for whatever wild ride you've got in mind."

And… he was hard. 

The doll connotation in Night City was something different, and the way she said it, with the teasing voice, and a wink in the end. It was deadly for his glitter addicted heart. But he had to agree, he was in better shape than when he started. Maybe it was the medicine helping. 

One last time, he looked at the opponents and sat in the driving seat. It was a sports car, but it wasn't cramped. He eyed Rita, and damn, she did look like a pretty plastic doll, only this one was alive. She was still drinking that beer, taking little sips.

Maybe… I shouldn't have asked her to come. 

She was a real distraction. A very big, hard, hot erec—distraction.

"Strap in, pray to your gods—"

Finally, the announcer started to shout through all the radios. Cypher revved the car, prepared to deal with all the hacks in his system and also deploy the sabotages he had placed. 

"If you win, I'll make tonight really… really special." 

"..."

His eyes snapped to Rita, her legs squeezed together, her smirk intoxicating, her makeup-painted eyes flirty. Cypher gulped and just nodded. Yeah, just for that, he wouldn't take his foot off the gas, not once. 

"Three!"

"Two!"

"Better be special as fuck!" He blurted at one, and the race started. 

His right hand was never on the wheel, as it had the Sonic Screwdriver ready. He activated it and erased all the hacks in his system. The next moment, an explosion rang out from behind. 

"Fuck—you flatlined them!" Rita exclaimed, staring at the mirror as a truck in the black blew apart. 

"Just Tyger Claws," Cypher muttered, driving fast, already in first place. 

"Deserved," Rita muttered and looked outside, ready to shoot her guns. But right before her eyes, another car got all its tires flattened, another just stopped moving, another ran into an incoming car so hard it exploded, and the only other car left was just not able to speed up to them. 

The competition was over, but Cypher was still a speed junkie. This was the almost legal way of driving as fast as he could, and he did just that. The speedometer kept rising, the sound of the engine blaring. 

The lights went past them so fast they were just blurs. He was in his zone, and he fucking loved it. All addictions, all headaches, all the itches faded away. 

He drove based on the highlights he saw on the map floating in his AR glasses. 

"You... wanted a pretty little doll to play with, huh? Well, sweetheart... I'm right here." Rita purred low from the side, eyes blown wide, neon bleeding across her glossy skin in hot flashes. She let a raw moan slip out. 

"You're one gonk-head... but fuck, this rush got me dripping already."

Cypher only got to see it from the corner of his eyes, a sight so hot. Rita had her hand between her legs, plunged inside her tight black latex pants. He could hear the wet sounds and her moans, mixed with the engine's roar. 

"Mmmmh… I… This is what was missing… so… fucking exciting!" She cried out raw, chest rising hard on the car seat, her legs parting even wider. Her free hand wandered under her cropped top, squeezing her glossy breasts. "Go faster... Cypher! Yes!"

Cypher was cursing under his breath, his cock aching under the tight confines of his pants. He wanted an outlet, too, dammit. But he had to focus on driving towards the finish line. The race was a fucking joke. The first few seconds were enough to decide the winner. 

But he still drove fast. Like a blur, he drove past the H8 Megabuilding. From there, the road was straight, so he did what any insane man would. 

"Fuck it!" He cursed and took his right hand off the wheel, stretched it sideways, and slipped it under the waistband of Rita's latex pants. 

"Mmmmh! Yes!" Rita cried, removing her hand and letting him play with her instead. She grounded her hips on the car seat itself, shaking, both her hands rubbing her chest. "D-Don't stop."

She was all organic down there, he realised. She was warm, soft, and fucking drenched. His fingers found the tight slit instantly and slid inside; his thumb gave little flicks to her clit all the while. 

His mind was completely blank, eyes focused on the road, but his mind was on the gorgeous woman beside him. All the days of pent-up need overflowed from him. 

Japantown West checkpoint went by at last, and soon he saw the finish line. He drove even faster, like his own erection dictated his speed. He weaved through the traffic with ease, his reaction speed absurd for a man without any cyberware for it. 

Slosh! Slosh!

The wet noises from Rita became louder. Her moans turned into howling cries. 

His fingers dug in deeper, thumb circling and pressing her clit like it was the gas pedal. Digits going in and out, slick from her welcoming nectar. He could feel her hips rocking forward, begging him to go even deeper.

“Ahhhh Yes–ss! Fuck!”

She cried out on that delicious peak, hips thrusting forward as far as she could, chasing his hand. Her head pressed hard against the backrest as her chest heaved, hands gripping the sides of her seat, almost ripping the leather with her chrome. She finally fell off the edge, gushing onto his palm and dripping onto the leather. The harder she scrunched her face, the harder her pussy gripped onto his slippery fingers.

Woosh!

"We won!" Cypher declared as he hit the brakes at the finish line, bringing the car to a drifting halt. Beside him, Rita was half-asleep, mumbling, legs spread wide, his one hand still in her pants, not wanting to let go of this moment. 

Moments later, only one car came second, the one that could only go slowly. Cypher didn't have to get out; he saw the notification in his glasses as money got credited to his bank. First arrived the eight thousand he won for being in first place. Then came the big one, slightly over one hundred and fifty thousand eddies. 

Sweet fucking night. Nobody else bet on me?

"Huh…" Rita let out a long, panting breath and sat up straight, knees tighter towards him. "Fuck me, that was the wildest adrenaline kick I've scored in... hell if I know how long. You're a straight-up CHOOH-Head, Cypher, and it's got me dripping wet and aching for more right now."

Cypher chuckled, still unable to wash that grin off his face. He really was a fucking speed junkie, he'd realised. Driving through that race was the most exciting thing his heart had experienced in a while, and his body was screaming that it enjoyed it. That rush, that risk, and still coming on top. 

"Mmmh… Just drive. The night's not over, and this high, no way I'm letting it fade easy, Cypher."

By the time Cypher realised what she was doing, her chromed out hands were on his pants, unbuttoning them, zipper down, her cold fingers fetching his cock out, already harder than ever, threatening to burst like a ripe fruit. 

Cypher pulled the window up, hiding the heated exchange going on. He floored it and drove out of that area; it was too crowded. He needed privacy, needed space, because whatever she was about to do, he wasn’t holding back.

"Fuck," Cypher groaned, head tipping back as her hot mouth slid down his shaft way too fast. That slick, filthy heat had him ready to burst. "Hasn't been... a month... you know."

The wet suction had his hips twitching, cock throbbing desperately, ready to erupt down her throat. The Glitter cravings flickered in the back of his mind, but this… This was better, rawer, no synthetic bullshit.

Rita pulled up just enough to look at him with a teasing bob of her head, body twisted sideways in the passenger seat, leaning over the console into his lap. “Special occasion, honey... now floor it.”

"Where?"

"Somewhere… just us."

To that, a certain empty, abandoned Drive-in Theater came to Cypher's mind. He knew where it was on the map and drove towards it, all the while his toes curled in his boots, holding back from blasting in her mouth too soon. 

Rita didn’t wait. She dove back down, her chromed hand gripping the wheel-side of his thigh for leverage while the other stroked what her mouth couldn’t reach yet. She took him slowly at first, lips stretching wide around his thick girth, tongue swirling hot and wet along the underside as the car hurtled forward. But as he accelerated, swerving around a convoy, she matched the pace, sucking harder. Her head twisted with every sharp turn he made, never breaking rhythm.

Glurk!

His hips jerked up instinctively, bucking into that tight, choking suction as precum oozed freely onto her tongue. Oh fuck, he was ready to moan like a fool. Her mouth squeezed him relentlessly, tongue lapping greedily around the swollen rim, teasing the sensitive ridge until his balls drew tight. Her chromed hand pumped the base in firm, twisting strokes, slick with spit, the cool metal warming from friction as she worked him mercilessly.

“Fuck… Can’t hold it… in!” Cypher warned through gritted teeth, one hand white-knuckling the wheel.

Yet, just like the last time, Rita rammed her face down even harder. He was big, thick, stretching her lips taut, but she forced it all in. Her soft lips sealed around the base, brushing his balls. 

“Mmmmh!” she hummed around him, the vibration shooting straight to his spine.

Cypher’s vision blurred, cock swelling impossibly thicker before unleashing thick ropes of hot cream straight down her throat. It blasted out in messy, potent spurts, flooding her mouth. Her throat worked overtime to swallow, but it overflowed anyway, creamy strands leaking from the corners of her lips as his hips jerked uncontrollably, pumping more.

Rita was choking on his load, gurgles bubbling around his throbbing shaft, but she drank it down greedily, gulping every bit. She wasn’t usually into swallowing, but damn, this guy deserved it. Crazy enough to race like a demon, fun enough to make her pussy clench just thinking about round two.

Gluk!

It wasn’t easy. Fuck, he came buckets, coating her tongue, sliding down her gullet in heavy globs. Her chromed fingers tightened on his thigh, nails pricking skin. And shit, he was still rock-hard, pulsing against her lips.

She pulled up, gasping. But before she could catch her breath fully…

"Almost…!" 

Cypher growled, one hand slamming to the back of her head as he rammed his hips up one last time. He fucked her throat deep, grinding in as another thick burst erupted, pumping it straight down before letting her lift fully. Cum smeared her chin, dripping onto her chest.

His batter streaking half her face, glossy trails leaking from those swollen lips, dripping in slow, sticky globs down her chin.

Rita smirked through it, dragging her chrome fingers across the mess, scooping up the warm cream before popping them into her mouth, licking clean with deliberate, teasing swirls of her tongue. Then she grabbed her loose, cropped top and wiped her face with it, not at all bothered that her glistening breasts were nude, tipped with cute little pink nipples. 

Fuck, they were enhanced perfection, and Cypher’s cock throbbed harder just staring, loving every unnatural inch of her.

"Alone, just us, here we are."

He drove them into the driveway beside the window, lowered the window, aimed his Sonic Screwdriver at the computer inside, and just like that, the shutter door lifted up. As he drove inside, he let the shutter fall as well. 

He drove to the side of an old, large Villefort car, abandoned there, its hood being rather large, flat, and perfect for a date. But he didn't think of that; he couldn't think at all. As soon as he was sure there was nobody in there, he opened the door and got out, throwing his glasses in. 

He wasted no time stripping; jacket flung aside, t-shirt yanked over his head, pants kicked off until he stood butt-naked except for his boots, cock jutting out thick and veined, still slick from her throat and aching for more. 

On the other side of the car, Rita copied him, her green eyes locked hungrily on his fat shaft, never wavering as she peeled away clothes. That hard length bobbing with every heartbeat.

And fuck, Cypher couldn’t stop ogling the Asian beauty. She was stunning, cute in that deadly way, and so much more. 

She tugged off her tiny cropped top, baring her entire upper body, synthetic skin gleaming under the faint lights, the bold “Moxes” tattooed proudly across her upper chest. Her fully chromed arms flexed as she moved, spikes on forearms glinting, but she kept her holstered guns strapped on. Beautiful, dangerous, armed, and it only made his balls tighten hotter.

"Mmm… I can feel you… already fucking me with your eyes." Rita teased, licking her lips. 

"Wrong, I'm already on my third round… in here." He grinned, tapping on his temples. 

He started to stroke himself, waiting as she, instead of pulling her latex pants, just tore them from the middle lining from her waistband at the front to the back, revealing the blushing pink slit, completely hairless, puffy lips already glistening with arousal, so real and dripping that it made his mouth water. 

Cypher was sure her lower half was all organic. It was likely that she had some sort of accident that led to this, and fuck, he wasn't going to ask about it because she looked damn perfect already. And that latex and high heels, that woke something strange and new in him.

"You got a taste of me... I'm dying to get my mouth on you now," he said.

Rita bit her plump lower lip as she sauntered around to the low, sloped bonnet of his Quadra. She hopped up backwards, ass landing dead center on the warm metal with a soft thud, then pivoted with a breathless huff. Her legs swung up, heels planting firm at the base of the windshield, body arching as she dangled her head upside down off the front bumper. Her lush purple hair spread in the motion, cascading like a neon waterfall.

"Who's stopping?"

Cypher walked closer to her dangling head, legs apart. Then plopped his thick, slick cock right onto her upturned face with a wet smack. He smirked, rubbing the heavy length all over her pale cheeks, smearing leftover cum and spit across her skin, then dragging it over her dark lipstick as she puckered and pecked greedy kisses along the shaft. He was massive compared to her petite features. His girth eclipsed her lips entirely, the swollen head bumping her nose as veins pulsed hot against her.

"Oooh-mmmm!" She moaned like a cat in heat.

Cypher beckoned a bit, and she opened her mouth. He slid in like her throat was a tight, wet pussy. Slow at first, feeling her lips part around his girth, corners straining as he pushed deeper. 

He groaned, his legs shook, balls drawing up tight. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d buried his face between thighs, let alone devoured one this perfect, and fuck, he was starving for her taste.

He leaned forward over her body, enshrouding her in his shadow. His cock naturally jammed deeper into her throat from the shift. 

Rita’s steel-cold hands wrapped greedily around his ass, sharp nails digging in hard enough to leave stinging red lines across his skin, pulling him closer like she couldn’t get enough of his length, stretching her lips wide. 

The torn latex pants clung stubbornly to her thighs, gripping the warm metal of the bonnet and keeping her from sliding down. Cypher hooked his arms under her knees and spread her legs wider. 

Pale, organic skin flushed hot, her blushing pussy lips parted invitingly, glistening with arousal. He didn’t hesitate. He dove in face-first, the intoxicating scent hitting him like a pure, uncut hit, better than any glitter rush, flooding his brain and making his cock throb harder down her throat.

“Mmmm,” Cypher hummed filthily against her soaked folds as he devoured her like a starving man.

He ate her out like he’d been denied pussy for years, which he damn near had. Going absolutely feral, face buried deep, nose grinding against her sensitive button while his tongue fucked into her lovehole in rapid, sloppy thrusts.

Slobber poured from his mouth, mixing with her juices as he rubbed his entire face against her cunt, smearing slick everywhere. He lapped broad, hungry swipes from her entrance to her swollen clit, sucking it hard, tongue flicking insane patterns, groaning like an addict because fuck, she tasted so good.

Cypher flattened his body over hers in a full sixty-nine, too far gone to care about anything, hips snapping forward to fuck her face hard while his own was completely buried between her soft thighs. Those latex-clad legs framing his head did something filthy to him, driving him wilder as he tongue-fucked her deeper.

She was close; he could feel it in the way her walls fluttered against his tongue, her hips bucking up into his mouth, and shit, he was teetering on the edge again himself.

His toes curled in his boots, eyes squeezing shut as her juices coated his entire face, dripping off his chin in sticky strings. He wanted more, needed to drown in her watery honey, the addiction hitting harder than any BD.

Slosh! Slosh!

Plap! Plap!

His heavy balls slapped against her nose and eyes with every brutal thrust, skullfucking her upside-down mouth against the Quadra’s bumper, turning her pretty face into a total drooling mess.

“Unnnnngh!”

And Rita’s climax hit like an explosion. Her body seized, back arching off the bonnet as a sharp, muffled scream vibrated around his cock. Her slender legs shot high and rigid, heels slamming hard into the windshield–-crack!

Her pussy spasmed, gushing a fresh flood of sticky pussy drool straight into Cypher’s greedy mouth, walls clenching in frantic waves as she squirted messily, soaking his face, dripping down the hood of the car in filthy streaks.

Cypher didn’t give a single fuck about the cracked glass. 

He hugged her thighs tighter, arms locked around, pulling her spasming pussy harder against his lips as he drank her climax like it was the fountain of youth. He lapped crazedly, tongue scooping deep, swallowing greedily while groaning into her folds. It was pure degeneracy, and he reveled in it.

Rita had no fucking clue what she’d unleashed. This intensity was insane, but feeling his mouth drink her up like that flipped something feral in her too. 

Her belly throbbed, yet she wanted to give it back just as hard. She moaned muffled and desperate around his shaft, chromed arms clamping tighter around his ass, sharp claws raking deep scratches into his skin. She rammed her own face upward, fucking her throat onto his cock like a starving calf, greedy and relentless.

She bobbed furiously while he pounded down into her. The back of her skull clanked lightly against the bumper a few times, pink-purple hair whipping wildly.

“Mmmmmgh!” Rita spluttered wet bubbles from her nose and the corners of her stretched lips.

His cock erupted again, gushing thicker ropes than before. She couldn’t help thinking, how the fuck was there so much?. It all gushed straight down her throat in heavy, forceful spurts.

She swallowed hard, throat working frantically around his pulsing shaft, but he didn’t stop. He kept fucking her face like an animal, making a mess. 

Frothy cream bubbled around her dark lipstick, thick globs leaking from her lips, mixing with spit into a musky, sticky froth that coated her face and dripped onto the ground. The air filled with the heavy scent of sex.

Schluck! Schluck! Schluck! 

Finally spent, Cypher just plopped his weight atop her, ramming balls-deep one last time balls-deep and holding there, cock still rock-hard and twitching inside her throat. 

Rita’s oversensitive pussy quivered under his lazy licks, every soft swipe of his tongue sending electric jolts through her.

“Nnnngh!” she whined, muffled and needy, too full, too sensitive, barely able to breathe.

Cypher kept licking gently, savoring her taste, but when her palm slapped his ass sharply a few times, he snapped out of it and pulled out fast, cock popping free with a wet.

“Shit, Rita... You still with me?” Cypher panted as he brushed damp strands of hair off her sweaty, glistening forehead. “I got kinda carried away there, didn’t mean to wreck you that bad.”

Rita smirked up at him through the mess as she flashed a shaky thumbs-up. “F-Fuck-ing… Lo-hoved it-h…”

“Wait a sec,” Cypher muttered, brain finally catching up as he reached into the open car door and snagged the half-full beer bottle from the cup holder. "Here."

Without bothering to sit up, Rita grabbed it and tilted her dangling head back further, pouring a generous splash right over her cum-drenched face. The cold liquid cut through the thick, sticky mess, washing trails down her face. She gulped down a few mouthfuls greedily, wetting her parched throat. He’d really given it a deep, reckless massage.

Clank!

She let the bottle fall, and with her dangling head, she looked at his still hard, fat cock, ready for more. It amazed her, aroused her all over again. What the hell was this guy? She could swear every inch was pure organic meat; she’d felt it pulse real and alive down her throat.

"Alright, sweetheart, here's the part that's gonna wreck me deep," Rita mumbled while she flipped over on the warm hood with a twist, sliding up until her head pressed against the cracked windshield. 

Her legs splayed wide toward the bumper, heels digging into the metal. She bared everything; her soaked, bright-red pussy lips swollen and desperate, clenching visibly as if begging to be filled.

Cypher gulped, eyes blowing wide like a junkie staring at the purest hit. This was it; the real deal he’d been craving, nothing like that BD bullshit. Her sweet cunt, still shining from his tongue, called to him, and he heard it. 

He leaned down slowly, body covering hers as he grabbed her latex-clad thighs and dragged her further down the hood until she was perfectly aligned. His heavy rod slapped flat against her belly, balls resting heavy right at her dripping entrance, the sheer length hinting exactly how deep he’d bury the beast.

Rita stared at it, wide-eyed, lips pursed. "Fuck… That's gonna… hurt… a bit."

"I'll go slo—"

"Don't you dare!" Rita barked, glaring. "I said… Wreck… me-eeeh!"

She reached down, wrapped her cool metal fingers around his shaft, and pressed the fat, swollen head right against her slick lower lips. 

“Ungh!”

The contact pulled a cute, high yelp that no one at Lizzie’s would ever believe came from their tough bouncer. But for him, she let it out shamelessly.

Cypher braced his hands beside her head on the hood, leaning his taller frame down until he caged her completely. He watched as his cock sank in inch by thick inch, her puffy petals stretching sinfully around his girth, slick walls yielding with wet, filthy resistance. Her face twisted in pleasure-pain as he pushed deeper, pulled back an inch to tease, then gave her two more in a greedy thrust.

“Oooooh! Fuck… That’s a… big one!” Rita cried out. Her legs straightened to her sides, raised high.

Cypher was in heaven. The heat, the impossible tightness gripping him, every slick inch dragging along his throbbing length felt like coming home. This was real; no synthetic high could touch it. He could fight the glitter cravings, the BD addiction, all of it, with this. It wouldn’t kill him, only make him crave more of her. Better than any drug.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck… Too deep!" Rita cried out. But instead of pushing him, she grabbed his neck and pulled him down hard, flattening him on her chest, crushing herself under his weight. 

"Ugh!" 

He bottomed out at last, balls slapping flush against her ass, every inch buried in that snug, warm heaven. The sensation was otherworldly. Her walls throbbed hot and slick around him, milking his length in waves, so wet and warm it made his head spin. Looking down at her gorgeous, flushed face, purple hair splayed wild against the cracked glass, magenta lips parted, he lost every last bit of control and crashed his mouth to hers in a deep kiss, not even thinking if she’d allow it.

She did. Fuck, she allowed everything. 

Rita’s arms hugged him tighter, sharp nails digging into his back as she kissed him back fiercely. Rita Wheeler, the famed bouncer, hardcore solo with a rep across Night City, melted into his personal doll right there on the hood.

The kiss was scorching, tongues battling, teeth clashing as she sucked on his lips. Rita wasn’t a stranger to cocks or hard fucks; Night City had thrown plenty her way, but this one was considerably larger, stretching her petite frame to its limits, the thick head nudging places that ached deep inside her organs.

She felt his tongue slide inside and moaned, licked it back, coiled with it, eyes closed. She felt him on top of her, something she couldn't remember ever happening before. This was risky, dangerous, giving someone so much power over you in Night City. But she knew this Gonk was a lost cause. He couldn't think from his head at the moment, just balls… and she was going to drain them. 

"Mmmh… Write on me." She purred low, a wicked grin flashing despite the flush creeping up her chrome-kissed skin. It was her dirty little kink, after all. She dipped into her holster, still strapped tight, and yanked out a fat marker. "Nasty, flat-out filthy stuff... write everywhere on me."

"..."

"Huh?"

Cypher was taken aback, grounding his hips, pumping into her snugness. He grabbed the marker without thinking, only to fully understand later what she wanted. 

"How dirty?"

"Criminally… oh… so dirty."

"..."

"And then… read them to me," Rita mewled, biting her lips, feeling him hitting her deep. 

His hips moved on their own now, relentless, her latex-clad legs wrapped tight around his back, heels digging in to yank him deeper with every stroke. He shifted his weight, bracing one hand beside her head for leverage, the Quadra’s springs creaking under the rhythm.

Cypher popped the marker’s cap with his teeth, staring down at her beautiful, glossy skin gleaming under the dim lights. He finally got it, the bold tattoo splashed across her chest wasn’t just pride; marking herself for the gang got her off, a twisted submission, claiming she belonged. So he’d give her something better. 

With a dark smirk, he scribbled big, bold letters right over the Moxes ink, and announced it. "Owned By Cypher…"

"Oooooh!" Rita bucked her hips up sharply into him, grinning like a madwoman. 

Cypher fucking loved those reactions. 

"Joytoy." 

"Yes!" She was on the edge. Her hands gripped Cypher's neck and squeezed it. "More… Harder!"

Plap! Plap! Creak! Creak!

Latex slapped against sweat-slicked flesh, the car’s suspension groaning louder as he pounded into her battered pussy, her froth coating his balls with every deep thrust. She was ready to explode, walls fluttering desperately.

He then leaned down more and wrote on her forehead. "Cum Dump!"

"Ooooooh! Fucking… preeem… shit! Ah!" 

Cypher rammed into her pussy harder, faster, deeper, battering her womb like never in her life. He was ready to spill again. But Rita…

Rita was gone. 

Eyes rolling back to white, mouth slack in bliss as the most mind-numbing climax of her life flooded inside her. Stars burst behind her eyelids, her vision swirling like she might black out from the sheer intensity. Her hips jerked uncontrollably, body wriggling and cramping under him, pussy convulsing in violent spasms as she squirted hard, spraying out around his ramming cock, hot jets soaking his thighs, splattering the hood in messy arcs with wet, filthy splats.

“Owned by… Cypher!” she moaned out brokenly, echoing the words like they were utterly true. “Joytoy—ahh! Cum dump… yes, fuck, I’m your cum dump!”

"Fuck!" Cypher groaned, cock swelling impossibly thick as he buried to the hilt, ready to flood her completely. 

“Ooooh!” 

Rita’s eyes snapped wide before her brain caught up, a sharp cry ripping from her throat as Cypher slid his arms underneath her knees.

He lifted her clean off the hood like she weighed nothing. Her chrome arms were engineered light, her petite frame short and compact, and now every ounce of her own weight drove his fat cock even deeper, impaling her straight to the hilt with gravity’s brutal help.

"Mmm… How… can you… still go on?" Rita gasped, her body jolting with every upward bounce as he held her suspended, fucking her like a living fleshlight.

She had lost her mind, getting fucked like an actual doll, thrown in the air. Her steel-cold arms wrapped tight around his neck for dear life, legs dangling helplessly sideways over his forearms, pussy splayed wide and taking every merciless inch. 

She stared at his sex-drunk face. He was… lost in pleasure. His eyes were big, drunk on this moment. She felt her chrome joints creaking from the intensity. She crushed her mouth to his in a deep, filthy kiss, tongues sloppy and desperate. And she felt close yet again, another climax.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

Out of breath, she broke the kiss only to drag her lips to his neck, his ear, then bit down hard on his shoulder. Teeth sinking deep, marking him. Rita couldn’t remember the last time sex had been this much raw, unfiltered fun. This guy was… fucking insane, and she was addicted.

Cypher groaned like a sex-crazed bull. He threw Rita's body higher, letting her drop hard before jamming her down balls-deep again. That crazy heat, it pulled him in. He was edging that whole time, wanting to fill her like a cum-bucket. Seeing what he'd written on her forehead got him off.

"Hugh! Hugh!" He growled. "I… I'm gonna…"

"Do it!" She moaned. "Cum inside me! Fill me! Fill your pretty doll, your cum dump, huh? You mother...fucking fat-cocked gonk!”

The profanity spilled out because she was so damn sore already, pussy battered raw, legs numb and trembling. But the thought of him flooding her pushed her over anyway.

"Aaaaagh… there!" 

Cypher bent his knees, yanking her down one final time and grinding her swollen pussy flush to his base. His cock erupted, blasting thick, violent ropes of hot cum straight into her womb. So much and so violent. Creamy white instantly leaked out around his buried shaft, dripping in messy globs down her ass and his balls. The heat seared her insides, coating every clenching wall until she genuinely felt stuffed, overflowing, and utterly owned by him.

Rita cried out sharply, body jumping in his arms as the scalding flood triggered her own climax. Her pussy spasmed wildly, hips jerking uncontrollably while fresh juice mixed with his load. Tears pricked her eyes from the overwhelming heat, her legs twitching helplessly.

"Ummmmmh…" 

She kissed him through the entire thing. Deep and sloppy, unable to stop even as he kept grinding lazily, still rock-hard inside her flooded depths. An intimate exchange that stretched on until they finally broke apart, panting hard.

Rita saw past the faint shadows of substance abuse etched in his skin; underneath it all, Cypher was one good-looking guy, with sharp features and intense eyes. Pride swelled hot in her gut. She’d claimed this diamond in the rough before any other in Night City even knew he existed.

"Still hard?" She asked, her thin brows high. 

Cypher just shrugged, still holding her in the air. "Ain't done yet."

"Getting cold out here. Wanna head to my place and continue?" she asked. Oh, she wasn't going to let him go until he was soggy and drained. 

Cypher grinned, clenching her asscheeks. "Only if you promise to ride me the whole way." 

Rita leaned in and bit on his neck, then up his earlobe. "Didn't need to ask that, sweetheart."

His cock flexed. Hearing that from an older woman really did things to him. 

He wasted no time, let Rita down, threw all their clothes into the car, and jumped into the driver's seat, pulling it as far back as he could. Next, Rita sat down on his lap, knees folded. She grabbed his shaft and aimed it, sitting down to take all of him in with a deep moan. 

Even Cypher took a few seconds to get used to that snug warmth, and her soft body plush against his sweating chest. Finally, he started driving. That whole way, she softly gyrated on his cock, keeping him hard. 

She kissed his neck, lapping all the way, and whispered dirty things in his ears. "Wanna take my other hole?"

His cock flexed inside her, making Rita laugh sweetly. 

"You're an excited boy, aren't you?" She licked his ear, inside of it. 

"Fuck!" With a loud curse, Cypher just came again. 

"..."

Rita sat straight, shocked, and looked at him. "Again? What the… and still hard? You should be joytoy, Cypher."

Cypher groaned, annoyed, feeling the damp mess as his cum leaked out of her pussy and stained the seats of the rental. "Fuck… Who said I ain't one… right now?"

"Ummm… true, my brain potato joytoy, for sure—ummmm… Faster."

Damn right, he stepped on it.  

####

Somewhere in the Night City, 

"You found the fucker? Where? Burnin' chooh in some race? That piece of scum flatlined our boys, and he's out livin' the high life. Where's he holed up?"

Nash nearly crushed the dashboard of the car he was seated in. His seething voice spat venom.

"Japantown? Guy's got a death wish or what? Call in the boys, we'll flatline the bastard tonight," Nash ordered and looked at the driver of the pick-up. "Drop me off around the corner, Panam. Our job's done anyway."

"Finally tracked down that junkie you've been crying over, huh?"

"Cryin'?" Nash eyed the dusky woman and scoffed. "Stay the hell outta this, Panam. This shit's got zero to do with you."

"Oh, now it's suddenly got zero to do with me? Then you should've kept that rambling mouth zipped the whole damn ride, whining like a bitch over some gonk flatlining your chooms. Fuck off already, I ain't wasting another breath on your sorry ass."

"..."

Right in the middle of the road, the truck skidded to a halt. Nash stared at the furious nomad woman, her attitude getting on his nerves. He was mad as well, but it wasn't worth the trouble. 

He groaned and got out of the truck. But just as he closed the door, the truck moved and veered into him, smacking him to the ground.

"Crazy bitch." 

####

Japantown, 

Three days had gone by, and that itch had turned into a headache. Cypher knew what he needed to do to make the Leaper, but he couldn't make it in the city. He had paid back the loan shop on Jig Jig Street, and he still had plenty of money.

The problem was that once three days had passed, Leaper turned into a headache, and a new itch appeared. This one he didn't recognise from anywhere. It was called Quantum Condom, a supposed spray-like substance that you just spray on your dong and pump all the load you want right in the baby-maker, no consequences. 

Heck, making it was super-easy with the help of the Sonic Screwdriver, as he didn't need any special machine to program the tiny charged particles that combine to make up the spray. Its concept was simple: the special charged particles work like an invisible, barely noticeable coating on the dick. When the pump comes to dump, the same charged particles also combine with the fluids and pretty much kill the sperm's ability to continue the process.  

He couldn't build the Leaper, so he made the Quantum Condom. 

Between his other projects, all it took him was a single day to fully make the prototype. Most of the time was spent creating the special particles, as it required some semi-rare elements in heaps. Programming them was the easy part, thanks to the screwdriver. To try it, he went to the bathroom, lowered his pants, and sprayed the soothing, warm spray on his cock. But then he realised…

"Wait a sec, how do I even test it out? It's not like I keep a breedable pussy stashed in my closet."

He really couldn't feel anything. Even when he stroked himself, he felt nothing. Only when he applied it did he feel a bit warm. There was no way of knowing if it was really working. 

Can't I sell this patent? 

He reckoned Gene-Tek, the company behind RealSkinn, might show interest, even Biotechnica. The real game was making both companies compete for it, and that was the hardest part. For now, he needed to test the thing and its limitations. 

But at least, the itch was gone. And ever since that night with Rita, he had been feeling fresh, waking up each morning with a jump of excitement. Sex really was a drug for him, the good type. 

Hmm… Judy should be able to help. 

He knew that Judy knew many Dolls. What he needed were independent Joytoys who'd be able to test his product on their clients. 

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Alarms started to blare suddenly. It was the middle of the night, and he wasn't expecting any guests. 

Fuckers took the bait?

Cypher pulled his pants up fast and ran to his computer. He looked through the alleyway camera, and sure enough, there were five guys, and Nash, of course. 

Got you!

That was the whole reason behind getting that damn apartment in Japantown. Even if they all died there, most would think Tyger Claw, not Cypher. And that door was the only entrance to his place. They had to open it to get him, and he had just the weapon to kill them all. 

"Open the fucking door, Cypher! I know you're in there!" 

He stared at the screen, Nash shouting outside. All six men were standing in front of the door since there was no more space around. On the right was an elevator, and on the left were stairs. He didn't respond to the shouting and just holstered a handgun on his belt first. 

Then, he grabbed two DL-18 blaster pistols, loading the power packs in each. 

"We won't hurt you! Open the door!" 

Cypher sneered, seeing how openly the fuckers were showing their weapons. And they weren't even the small kind. They had come with full assault rifles. 

Finally, he saw someone crouching in front of his door's lock, trying to tech their way in. But that was Cypher's cue; he walked close to the apartment's door, standing just a meter from it. He aimed both plasma blasters, one high and the other low. 

This is it. I can go home after this shit. 

"Cypher! This is your las—"

Pew!

He didn't let Nash finish shouting. A total of two hundred shots he blasted, his fingers pulling the triggers so fast that it felt like a machine gun. The red bolts dotted black, melting holes in his door, each crossing over. 

While he shot, he didn't look at the door. No, he looked to his right at the computer screen so he could adjust his shot according to the camera feed. The one trying to pick his lock died instantly as a bolt passed through his head. The others died a slow and painful death, getting hit on the chest, stomach, or legs. 

The burning smell coated the entire room. Smoke covered the outside as some trash caught fire. 

"Fuck! No, no!" 

He saw a figure running away from the corner. Nash was standing farthest behind and hence had the stairs to jump towards on his right. The fucker had leapt sideways after using his underling as a meat shield.

Nash had to die. He was the only man who connected Cypher to the Wraiths. 

Without wasting time, he jumped into action. With all the other men outside dead, he used the Sonic Screwdriver to fully shut the door and brick its system so it couldn't be opened with any technological means. 

Then he hid the DL-18 blasters and opened the apartment's window. He'd prepared an escape plan just in case and used a rope ladder to quickly climb down. He jumped the last few steps, falling on his knees painfully. 

Right then, a Type-66 car zoomed past him. He was quick to aim his Sonic Screwdriver and do whatever damage he could to the rear left wheel.  

A quick look around, and he saw a motorbike parked across the street. He ran to it, unlocked it with the screwdriver, and revved after Nash, rapidly catching up as the fucker couldn't go too fast with a busted tire.  

Alright, just one fucking shot. 

He grabbed his normal pistol and aimed. Driving and shooting, he was good and confident in those two. He aimed to shoot Nash in the head through the rear window. Sadly, there was no rear window on that car. 

Cypher drove faster to reach the side. 

Bang!

But then Nash started shooting back at him. That was bad; it would alert the NCPD and make a mess out of everything. His plasma-massacre was mostly silent, not sounding like gunshots. But this… 

Bang!

"What the fuck?" 

Right then, another gunshot came, but this time from behind. He glanced back, and there were three weirdly dressed Tyger Claw gangoons chasing after him on two bikes. That made him realize something, and he looked at the bike he was driving. 

"..."

Fuck! I stole a Tyger Claw bike!

There was no going back now. He rode faster, killing Nash was the most important. He lived in Badlands, not in Night City. He could deal with the Tyger Claws later.  

Bang!

Agh! Fuck!

Sure, Tyger Claws weren't as fast as him, but they seemed to have a decent aim as a bullet brushed his right arm, wounding him, but not deeply. He still tried to ride faster, keeping up with Nash. But since Nash himself wasn't going that fast, that put him in a pickle. 

Finally, making a quick decision, he used his glasses to call Rita. Her face appeared in his AR, but she couldn't see anything. 

"Well, well, look who finally called. Better not be angling for another date because my legs are still jelly. You wrecked me good last time."

Hard? Seriously? Now? 

Cypher almost cursed his cock. The fucker had a mind of its own. 

"No time, Rita. You know any Edgerunner crew running Japantown right now? I need a team, pronto."

"I can come over if you need iron."

"No, Rita, I need somebody right this second. It's legit life or death. Anybody'll do, I don't care." He dropped low as another gunshot cracked off, then a whole burst right after. The Tyger Claws behind him were losing their minds.

There was a momentary pause. He saw worry on Rita's face in the call. Her eyes shone for a few seconds before she spoke again. 

"I know one, should be in Japantown. It's a crew run by this big guy Maine. Here, patching your call through to him."

Maine? Huh, better than someone random.

Cypher heard the call go through, his eyes focused on Nash's car. He could guess where the bastard was headed, Badlands, where else? From that, he knew what route he was going to take. 

"Who's it?" 

He heard a masculine, thick voice and responded, "Maine? How soon can your crew hit Republic and Vine?"

"You is?"

"Cypher Blackwell, need some iron, it's an emergency."

"How hot?"

"Bullets cracking over my head, hot! Tyger Claws chasing me through Japantown!" Cypher explained fast. "I'm chasing another guy."

"Huh? You chasing a Tyger Claw?"

"No, a… Nomad."

"Why the Tyger Claws on your ass?"

"Because I stole their damn bike."

"Then ditch it, choom."

"..."

"Fuck! I'm chasing another guy, remember? Gotta flatline him. You coming or not?”

"So you want me to fight the Tyger Claws or the Nomad?"

"Tyger Claws, I need them off my back, man. I just passed Silk Road West, probably rolling toward the Badlands. How fast can you get here?"

There was static for a second. Then came a female voice. 

"ETA is six minutes."

The call got disconnected after that. 

Cypher sighed and focused on the road. As he passed under traffic lights, he activated the Sonic Screwdriver and changed them to red. The Tyger Claws didn't care about traffic rules, but it increased their chances of hitting someone. 

What a fucking mess. I'm gonna kill this fucker slowly.

He was still focused. 

Nash had to die at all costs.

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[A/N: I couldn’t find details about Panam and Nash's timeline. I don’t know when Panam left Aldecaldos, or how long she worked with Nash. It says that she worked with Nash briefly, but how briefly? So, I’m taking some liberties with that.

Also, what do you think about the Japantown Apartment? I personally find it pretty cozy.]