"I Never Planned to Stay" Ch.2

AN: All characters depicted in this story are 18+ years and legal adults who have given their explicit consent.

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Another night. And the eviction day was closing in.

"Hnnnnnng!" Was the only sound she could make as another orgasm came crashing down on her and wrecked her body once more.

"And you lose again, Becca." The gonk whispered into her ear.

Fucking...!

He knew how to get her. This bastard! She fucking hated him. Hated how he could win so easily against her and she was helpless against him.

His fingers were so fucking skillful, and they knew how to touch her. Touch her in all the right places. Places she didn't even know could be touched so well and would get such pathetic reactions from her.

It felt so good. So fucking good.

It was like he was an expert. No, not an expert. He was a goddamn professional at working on her body.

She was losing. No, she already lost.

Her mind was totally blank, not a single thought was sticking around. The pleasure was too much, too overwhelming. And that was all she could think about between heavy breaths.

Her body was a sweaty and quivering mess. Her hips were bucking uncontrollably as her pussy was throbbing hard as it tried to ride out the last orgasm and finally calm down. 

At this point her suit was just an hindrance, she wanted to tear it off, not giving a single fuck about being naked, Rebecca just wanted to cool down her body  even a little because the entire room was fucking hot. Couldn’t Susie install an AC?

But just as the last of her strength tried to pull, a hand was on her wrist keeping it in place.

"Leave it on. It would ruin the whole image." 

"F-Fuck you!" She hissed, and attempted to brute force it but failed miserably.

And she got her ass spanked, hard.

"What did you say?" He asked mockingly.

"Fuck you!"

Another.

"Try again." He said.

"Fuck you, you smug prick!" She tried again.

But that just earned her another spank. Except, this time, that caused her to let out an involuntary yelp.

"Oh? Now that's a nice voice."

Damn it!

Damn this bastard. Damn everything!

But then he grabbed her chin, and he turned her head to look at his green eyes and that infuriating smug look. She wanted so badly to punch his face until it turned purple. But her arms only twitched in response.

"I win again, Rebecca," he whispered, grinning like a motherfucker. "You know what happens now."

Rebecca merely groaned, feeling her twitching legs refused to respond to her commands. Which was the reason why the corpo picked her up, making her sit upright in his lap. And much to her embarrassment she actually found her new position comfortable.

"Piece of shit," she muttered.

"You're really feisty aren't you?" He chuckled, caressing her hair with long strokes.

She merely scowled at that remark, all limbs still recovering. This was much worse than yesterday, at least she was able to stand on her own for fucks sake! 

Now she was no better than a lifeless doll.

"Just get it over with." She simply said, resigned to accept her 'punishment.'

"If you insist, babe."

And with that he lowered his head and started kissing her neck, nipping lightly, biting gently. Then his tongue was tracing a path down her collarbone, slowly licking along her skin, causing her to shiver involuntarily much to her annoyance, like he wasn’t two fingers deep in her cunt moments ago and now this prick was trying to be romantic?

But she shuddered, her body betraying her once more, when his lips found the sensitive spot on her neck, followed by his mouth sucking gently before leaving a trail of wet kisses behind as he moved lower, his tongue dancing on her.

Seriously, she hated this kind of foreplay.

Rebecca moaned softly as he continued his assault, his teeth grazing over her skin, biting her with enough force to leave marks. His skillful hands wandered over her body, caressing her thighs, cupping her breasts through her suit, teasing her nipples before pinching them hard.

"Ah... Fuck... Stop... Teasing... me... Asshole!" She panted.

But he didn't stop, he merely snorted before he continued tasting every inch of her, making her squirm helplessly as she felt another orgasm approaching on her already spent body.

The way he touched her, handled her, it wrongly made her feel like she was his, completely and utterly his. She could feel his erection pressing against her ass, hard and insistent as he made sure to move his hips so she could feel it. She could also feel the heat radiating from his body. She could smell him, his scent, musky and masculine. The scent of him, mixed with hers, was… intoxicating.

Why was she thinking that?

And then she soon remembered who this bastard was. A corpo boy. And she resumed hating him.

"Bastard..." She growled.

He only laughed, not stopping his hands. "While I enjoy your voice, I think I gave you too much leeway."

"Wha—"

And he suddenly lifted her and dropped her onto the large couch, making her yelp again as she fell onto her back and her legs automatically splayed open in front of him. However, he wasn't interested in that view as he stood up and started to take off his coat.

"I think I'm going to have some fun with that mouth of yours today," He grinned as he flicked her head. "And if you're a good girl, I might even let you cum again."

Rebecca growled, feeling her anger flare up again.

But he ignored her as he unbuckled his belt, his pants dropping to the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside, leaving him standing in only his boxers, which did nothing to hide his raging erection.

'What the fuck?' 

That was all she could think as she saw the bulge. Immediately growing very worried as it was possible that this suit chromed up his dick and that would be very painful to deal with. Especially when he mentioned that he would be using her mouth, she gulped as she was aware thanks to her brother's incessant, useless rants because dick chrome was ridiculously big, and unless you were a doll you would NOT fit that shit inside.

"Don't worry, I'm not chromed. At least not there," he chuckled, almost like he read her mind. "All organic."

"As if!" She snorted. Although she preferred that was the case, at least organic was flexible.

"Fine," he shrugged. "Suit yourself."

And with that he pulled down his underwear, finally revealing his erection. Rebecca's eyes widened at the sight. It was huge, bigger than she'd expected or imagined a spoon-fed corpo could have.

Like what the fuck did this guy eat when growing up?!

He wrapped his fingers around the base of his shaft and slowly stroked himself a few times which seemed to only harden it more. Then he leaned over her and brought the tip close to her face, causing her to be hit by the intense musk.

It smelled strong, overwhelmingly so. And for some reason that smell made her stomach flip, and a heat pool started between her legs.

Why was she getting excited over this?

"Open wide," he ordered.

She glared at him but did as told, parting her lips slightly as to not appear obedient. He pushed the tip into her mouth first. However, she found herself instinctively wrapping her lips around it, tasting his precum on her tongue, thankfully the taste wasn't awful as she imagined. She began swirling her tongue around the head with a little technique she learned.

Yeah, it wasn't her first rodeo.

But that size was definitely a first for her. She wasn't sure she could fit all of it in her mouth, she even was worried a little for her jaw so she decided to start slowly, taking just the whole head into her mouth and sucking gently. She ran her tongue over the tip again, swirling it around, tasting the salty liquid coating it, making sure she made lewd noises because guys liked it for some reason.

As she sucked, he let out a low groan, his hand finding a good grip on the back of her head. Rebbeca’s eyes widened as he began thrusting into her mouth, slowly at first, but gradually increasing speed. His member slid deeper into her mouth with every thrust, her mouth and jaw slowly adjusting to the size until she felt it hitting the back of her throat.

She gagged slightly as he pushed further, forcing her to take him deeper but she was still enduring. However, that changed when he grabbed the back of her head with both hands and held her in place as he fucked her mouth, his shaft sliding in and out between her lips causing gag reflex.

"Fuck yes, that's a good girl," he groaned. "Take it all in."

Rebecca closed her eyes and concentrated on breathing through her nose, trying not to gag anymore as he continued to fuck her face. Her hands weakly gripped the cushions around her tightly, holding onto them for dear life as she struggled to maintain her focus.

Her saliva caused a slobbering mess all over her face.

After a few more thrusts he pulled out, leaving her gasping for air. She glared at him, her face flushed red, her eyes watering a little at the corners.

"Shitface." She managed to say between breaths.

However, that man just snorted, rolling his neck.

"I wanted to keep things simple but since you are still keeping that attitude of yours then. I will try something new." He spoke as he lifted her up, and before she could react she found herself laying down on the couch with her head hanging off the edge.

"What the fu—"

And then she felt his cock pressing against her lips again. She opened her mouth to protest but he quickly shoved it into her, silencing her in one deep thrust, reaching straight down her throat. Her gag reflex kicked in, her arms getting some strength back as to move and holding onto his legs to try to push him back but it was futile. Her eyes watering as he began fucking her mouth again.

He didn't hold back this time. He pounded into her relentlessly, using her mouth like a cheap fleshlight. Rebecca's eyes rolled back as she struggled to breathe, her mind going blank from the intense sensations. She felt him hit the back of her throat over and over again, filling her with his manhood.

She could even feel the tip pushing her throat out. 

Shit, she was going to choke at this rate. She couldn't even make a noise or bite because of how much her mouth and throat was getting abused. All she could do was moan helplessly as she tried to calm herself to breathe again.

He held onto her head, using it as leverage as he drove himself deeper and deeper into her throat, his balls slapping against her face with every thrust. The sounds of her choking and gagging mixed with his groans and grunts, filling the room with a cacophony of obscene noises.

"Shit, your mouth feels so good," he groaned. "You were made for sucking cock, Rebecca."

Rebecca just groaned, unable to even muster a retort as he continued to use her mouth. Her arms finally went slack, falling limply by her sides as he ravaged her throat without any resistance, her eyes glazing over with a strange lust as her tongue tried to make the invasion much more pleasant for that guy..

Her mind was completely empty by then, filled only with the pleasure of being used like this. It felt so wrong, yet so right. She couldn't deny that she was enjoying it, her body was betraying her, her hips bucking as he continued to fuck her mouth.

She felt him grab her breasts and squeeze them hard through her suit, his fingers pinching her nipples painfully. She let out a muffled cry, which only seemed to encourage him further.

"That's it," he groaned. "Take it all in."

His thrusts grew faster and faster, his breathing becoming more laboured. He was close, she could tell. She felt him swell inside her throat, stretching her lips wide as he pushed himself deeper into her. 

Rebecca felt him tense, and then he let out a loud groan as he came, his hot cum spurting into her throat, but it was shockingly more that it also ended up filling her mouth with its sticky taste. She swallowed reflexively, gulping down so as to not drown. She felt him shudder and pull out, his cock sliding out of her mouth with a wet pop.

The chance she took to cough and spit what was remaining in her mouth, making a bigger mess.

She lay there panting heavily, gasping for breath, her throat now free was starting to feel sore from being used so roughly. She could barely think straight, her mind still reeling from the intense sensations.

"Damn," he muttered, leaning back against the couch. "Definitely the best."

She merely groaned in response, not able to formulate any words. She was so exhausted, both physically and mentally. Her body felt limp and boneless.

"Even if you lost, I had a lot of fun." He chuckled as he snapped his fingers.

Rebecca just flipped him off with one hand mustering all her remaining strength, before closing her eyes. Fuck, her throat was fucked up. And her legs still felt like jelly.

However, soon she got the notification of another transfer.

"A deal is a deal."

"Fuck you..."

He laughed, but he helped her to sit up, and he even cleaned the drool that came out of her mouth with a napkin.

"I'll see you tomorrow night, Becca."

And he finally left her alone after leaving the Vip room.

Shit.

She needed a break.

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Rebecca pushed through the back door of Lizzie's Bar, stepping into the cool night air of Night City. She'd changed back into her normal clothes, thankful to be rid of that ridiculous bunny outfit, though she still felt like she could smell the cheap perfume they'd sprayed on her because that blowjob turned out to be way messier than she thought at least she was given a free drink to wash down the lingering taste.

Although, it wasn’t THAT…

"Smug-ass corpo prick," she muttered to herself, pulling her jacket tighter against the chill. "Playing me like that..."

At least she'd gotten the eddies. A few more thousands into her balance which was closer to be enough for rent but still needed other expenses to take care of. If Thomas had been all talk and no pay, she would have been livid – or more accurately, Rita's girls would have been cleaning corpo blood off the VIP room walls.

The metro station was a few blocks away, and Rebecca took her usual route through the back alleys. Night City was never truly dark, with neon signs bathing the streets in their artificial glow, but the shadows between buildings were still deep enough to hide all sorts of dangers, like scavs.

As she turned down a narrow street, she spotted a small group of Tyger Claws lounging against the walls ahead. Three of them, all sporting the typical chrome and glowing signature tattoos of the gang.

"Fuck me," she grumbled under her breath. Just what she needed – more assholes to deal with. Her patience was already worn paper-thin.

Rebecca turned on her heel, planning to detour around them. Not because she was scared – she'd dealt with plenty of Tyger Claws before – but because she seriously didn't want to deal with any more bullshit tonight. Her temper was hanging by a thread after the whole corpo fiasco.

"Oi! Kanojo wa doko ni iku no?" one of them called out, his Japanese as botched and half-assed as the rest of the gang's wannabe culture. 

Rebecca kept walking, picking up her pace slightly. The sound of boots on concrete told her they were following. She could hear the metallic sounds of weapons being readied – probably cheap mantis blades or some other street-level chrome.

"Matte! Watashitachi to asobou!" Another shouted, his voice carrying the unmistakable slur of someone high on synthetic boosters.

Rebecca sighed deeply, stopping in her tracks. Her hand slid into her jacket, fingers wrapping around the familiar grip of her iron. She'd really hoped to make it home without any incidents, but Night City rarely accommodated such simple wishes.

"Hora! Kikoeru ka?!" the third gang member shouted, his voice closer now. 

In one fluid motion, Rebecca spun on her heels, her gun already drawn and aimed. Three quick shots rang out in rapid succession, each finding its mark with deadly precision.

The first bullet caught the lead ganger right between the eyes, his expression not even having time to register surprise before he collapsed. The second shot pierced through another's eye socket, the cybernetic implant sparking as it short-circuited from the damage. The third round tore through the last Tyger Claw's throat, leaving him gurgling on his own blood as he fell to his knees.

"Fuckers…" Rebecca spat towards their bodies, smoke still curling from the barrel of her gun. She didn't bother checking if anyone had heard the shots – in this part of Night City, gunfire was as common as car horns. So the police wouldn’t even bother to come. 

She tucked her weapon back into her jacket and continued walking, stepping over one of the bodies without a second glance. The night had already been annoying enough without Tyger Claw gonks trying to corner her.

She wasn't some defenseless girl playing dress-up in a club. She still had heat, and unlike those poor bastards now cooling on the pavement, she knew how to use it.

The metro station's lights glowed ahead, and Rebecca picked up her pace. With any luck, she could be home within the hour, throw the eddies in Pilar's stupid face, and finally get some sleep. Tomorrow she'd have to go again to the bar to earn the last chunk of eddies and deal with that smug prick, but that was a problem for future Rebecca.

For now, she'd count this night as a… semi-victory – more rent money, and three fewer Tyger Claws in Night City.

All in a day’s work. 

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AN: Like I’ve said time ago I wanted to continue this particular story but outside any schedule. And also this story will be exclusive to Patreon at least until it is completed.