Cyberpunk - Badland Madman [Cyberpunk 2077]

Cypher arrived at the building in the Glen where Gloria's apartment was. It was early, a few hours until dinner, but he had nothing else to do that day anyway. Waiting for the next itch was boring, and his factory ran itself.

Looks better than where I live.

The building was clean, even had fake plants in the lobby, which had armed guards and hidden turrets in the ceiling. One look and he could tell that decent folks lived there. Likely some corpo workers, not the executives, but well-off.

Reaching the ninth floor, he rang the doorbell of the premium-looking door. It soon opened, and the woman he was used to seeing now greeted him. Dressed in her usual tight blue jeans and a white t-shirt. She wasn't wearing her jacket, and that didn't help.

Is that… makeup?

Gloria had noticeable assets, and in that tight t-shirt, they jutted out. But Cypher noticed faint lipstick on her lips, and some eyeliner that he'd never seen before.

"Mr. Blackwell, please come in." Gloria warmly smiled.

As soon as Gloria turned to lead him in, his eyes fell down on her shapely bottom. He forced his gaze to look away, however. He didn't want to get hard. This was just a dinner, at least for now.

[I thought you were interested in her.]

"I am, Atlas. But I don't want her thinking she's gotta do it just because she owes me."

[Ah, it seems I misjudged you to be worse than you are.]

"Man, you're a god. You're lying to just fuck with me."

Cypher busied himself chatting with Atlas and stopped himself from getting more aroused by the sight of Gloria's homely curves and sweet face. She did have sharp facial features, but at that point, the maternal part was more evident.

The new apartment was more modern, but still had a homely vibe. It was decorated by Gloria and had two bedrooms, one living room, two bathrooms, and a kitchen. It wasn't a massive house, but all parts were decently sized, and since it was a corner apartment, light came in from two directions.

He took a seat on the living room couch and watched Gloria saunter away back to the kitchen.

"Mr. Blackwell, would you like a beer?"

"Free beer? I'd love one." He chirped and soon received one. But then Gloria returned to the kitchen and put on a black apron. He just watched from his seat, a direct view of her backside yet again.

"Atlas, maybe you were right."

[I'm never wrong, Cypher.]

Cypher couldn't help it anymore. Since the day he first saw her, Gloria had captivated him. She was beautiful, hot-headed, emotional, kinda dumb with what she did last time, but still interesting.

"No harm in trying my luck, is there, Atlas?"

[It is called fiendish desperation, Cypher.]

"Well, ain't my problem you don't got a cock, and hyper sexuality."

Cypher got up, beer in hand, and entered the kitchen area. He leaned against the island, at a respectful distance from her. "Where's David?"

"At school. He'll be back by dinner. Need anything, Mr. Blackwell? I'm cooking up my specialties tonight."

"Good food and gorgeous company? Hell, Gloria, I can't really ask for much more outta a dinner night," he replied, smooth-talking like it was his second nature. He ignored Atlas's snarky remarks, however.

Ah! It's working?

Cypher noticed a faint blush on Gloria's face. She didn't look at him, as if shy. So, he decided to push his luck.

"What? You don't believe me? You got any clue how many folks ask for your number at the club? T-Bug told me some freaks tried hacking into the club database for your info. You're hot stuff… Can't even blame them, honestly."

"Oh, come on, Mr. Blackwell." Gloria flushed bright at that, giving him a soft little smile. "Just a bunch of drunk gonks and their busted fantasies?"

"Yeah, fantasies." Cypher nodded dreamily.

That dreaminess didn't go unnoticed, it seemed, as she stopped chopping vegetables and looked at his face, fully turning towards him. "Do you… have fantasies?"

"About you?" he asked flatly. "Yeah, I guess. I mean, I've had them since the day I saw you at that race."

"..."

"Wait!" Cypher rubbed a hand over his face, realizing he was starting to sound creepy. "Trust me, I didn't plan any of this. I'm not a good guy, but I ain't evil, alright?"

"I know that, Mr. Blackwell," Gloria murmured and turned back to the counter, her hands moving fast, chopping the vegetables. But there was still a strange air between them. Like she wanted to say something, but wasn't.

But after a short moment of awkward silence, she spoke again without looking at him.

"What fantasies?"

Really? She's asking that?

Cypher was hard before, thanks to Panam, but now he was throbbing, and being so close to Gloria, he could take in the scent of her perfume. He could gaze at the curve of her ass as it rose in those tight jeans. And his tongue, it refused to speak anything but the truth.

"Same old thing. You're gorgeous, so I wouldn't mind hooking my hands on your hips, dragging you in close, and stealing a real kiss from you," Cypher said, watching her face really closely for even the tiniest reaction.

He noticed a blush, but also a smile.

"And?" Gloria asked again with a real long draw in her voice.

"..."

He tried to make sense of this. From what he knew about Gloria, she wasn't an easy woman. Her acting like that made him suspicious.

"I'd say the whole damn menu, honestly. Drag you out on the dance floor someday, get my hands all over every damn curve on you. Then maybe steal you away to a room and get a real good look at what's under that shirt. You're fine as hell, woman."

"Oh, really? And?"

It became too much for Cypher.

"Atlas, is she teasing me? You think she's the one who reeled me in here, not me? Man, am I getting gold-dug?"

[I find that unlikely. From my psychological and historical assessment of Ms. Martinez, she appears exceptionally prideful. However, her readiness to sacrifice everything for her son consistently overrides rational judgment. I believe she is attempting to secure insurance.]

"By whoring herself to me?"

[I would not use that word. Based on her voice, facial expressions, and eye movement, she appears nervous, shy, and hesitant. This seems like a difficult decision for her. The probability that this is love or romantic interest is significantly lower than the probability that this is simply a pragmatic choice.]

"So she's tryna sleep with me so she can cash me in after? For insurance? Damn. All because of her precious Dee, right?"

[Precisely. She has decided to put all her eggs in the same basket, which is you. She wants to ride your success and secure an easy future for her son. By getting physical, she hopes to leave a lasting mark on your mind so you won't forget her.]

"Forget? This fine ass? No shot. But yeah, I get where she's coming from."

Aware of what she was doing, Cypher moved and stepped right beside her against the counter, and placed one hand on the small of her back. He felt her body stiffen for a moment in reaction. She didn't even look at him.

If what Atlas had said was completely right, which likely was, then he didn't mind this arrangement. He was attracted to her, and she saw his attraction as a means of security; then it was fine.

"Then I'd do every filthy thing my brain can cook up. I'd kiss you all over, suck on you, eat you up, then rail you on every damn surface around us, and I wouldn't stop till I can't even move anymore."

His hand slid lower from the small of her back, palm gliding over the swell of her ass. He cupped one soft, denim-clad asscheek fully, fingers spreading wide as he kneaded the plush flesh with slow, greedy gropes. The thickness of it made his cock twitch hard in his pants. He gave her ass a firm tug, pulling her hips back against his bulge.

Gloria's hands froze mid-chop. The knife clattered onto the cutting board as she turned around to face him completely, breathing a little faster now.

Cypher was momentarily stunned. Even in a simple black apron over that tight white t-shirt, she looked stupidly hot. Homely and filthy at the same time, the kind of woman who cooked for family in the morning and could take a hungry cock at night.

"A… And?"

She was still pushing him, still asking for more.

Cypher smiled. His other hand rose, gently brushing a stray red lock of hair behind her ear. His palm cupped the side of her face, thumb pressing against her soft lower lip. He eyed her as she parted her lips without resistance and caught his thumb between her teeth, holding it there gently, eyes locked on his.

The way she stared up at him, those needy eyes framed by faint eyeliner, made his cock throb against his zipper.

"Y'know what they say…" He stepped in until their bodies pressed together, his hard bulge nestling right against her lower belly. He dipped his head lower. "Actions speak louder than words."

"Hmm…"

There was no pushback from her, no hesitation.

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