Better Than a BD Chapter 2 (Excerpt - Opening Scene)

“God damn…fuck,” Judy Alvarez moaned, her legs spread in her home computer chair and her panties pulled off to the side as she furiously fingered herself. In front of her, a sordid BD recording played out on her screen.

The freelance BD tech had always fancied herself a professional. It was rare that she ever dipped into her own merchandise for the sake of getting herself off. In her line of work, she had all manner of scumbags who wanted her to cook up the nastiest shit for their braindance smut recordings. Most of it did nothing for her, and even the ones that did were not what she usually considered fap-worthy since she had been the one to edit it together in meticulous detail. 

But there were exceptions to that rule, especially given the individuals involved in this particular BD she was currently watching. 

Panam Palmer - a nomad she’d recently become a friendly acquaintance with - was perched atop Militech HQ in Corpo Plaza, lying precariously close to the ledge of the top floor of the skyscraper. Her tan naked legs were bent at the knee and spread open. She was squeezing her own fabulous breasts and moaning while a head thumped and bumped between her legs. 

It was not really Panam, of course. It was a pair of anonymous thrill-seekers who had fucked atop Militech Tower at some point - probably falling to their deaths or getting iced by the corp shortly after this was filmed. But Judy had imposed Panam’s features onto the female body double to the best of her ability. She hadn’t seen Panam nude, such was a pity, but she’d guessed at her proportions and used what reference material the nomad had seen fit to give her in order to customize the smutty BD to her liking. And Judy had to admit that she was pleased with the results. 

The guy’s head rose up from between faux Panam’s legs, and it was a face she was even more familiar with. V’s youthful face and shaved head were unmistakable to her at this point. 

The young merc had made a name for himself these past months, becoming one of the most famous or infamous denizens of Afterlife in an astoundingly short time. It was still hard for her to reconcile this with the little punk who always used to ask her for bootlegs of Bushido and other schlocky action flics. Though he was still younger than her and his height had not changed a great deal in the years since he’d grown into a man, he had undoubtedly changed from that kid who used to stay over at her place from time to time. 

Judy had not seen a great deal of V for a couple years, until out of the blue he showed up with Evelyn to plan a heist. A heist on Yorinobu Arasaka, of all people. The whole job stank from top to bottom as far as Judy was concerned, and she would later be proven right given how the job panned out and the events that followed. Evelyn was now gone, V’s closest friend Jackie Welles was also dead, and V himself was forced to carry around the biochip that they had stolen during the heist…in his own head. 

In the time since, Judy and V had only grown closer, however. In his efforts to find someone who could help him with his biochip dilemma, V had still gone out of his way to help her. He’d gotten justice for Evelyn and helped give her some measure of peace, he helped her and her friends take over Clouds - the “dollhouse” where Evelyn had suffered her fate - and he had simply been there for her when she needed someone to talk to in this unforgiving shithole of a city. 

And so when both V and Panam both separately approached him for smutty BD’s of one another, Judy had absolutely no problem cooking up the best material for them that she could come up with. It was the least she could do for V for what he’d done for her. Though she didn’t know Panam extensively, Judy rather liked the fiery Aldecaldo as well. They both shared a mutual distaste for corps and a willingness to get as far away from Night City as possible once they possessed the means to do so. And Judy would be lying if she said she didn’t find the other woman attractive as all hell. Were she in fake V’s place in the BD, she would want her head firmly planted between those two voluptuous asscheeks of hers. 

Not that she would ever do anything to get in the way of what those two had. It was plain to see that V and Panam were infatuated with each other, even without their BD commission requests being a strong hint of that. Judy even found the age difference between them to be adorable. She wanted nothing more than to see those two hitched together, and she hoped that her sordid BD’s would push them in that direction.

When faux Panam and V switched to her giving him a blowjob in the BD, Judy panned the camera so she could get a view that she preferred. She settled on an angle that gave her a good view of Panam’s butt while her head bobbed up and down as she fellated V at the other end. Panam’s ass was fantastic - a thing of beauty, really. Even if this was a recreation, Judy had met Panam enough times in person to recreate it rather accurately. 

For the first time, however, Judy found herself…rather enticed by what was happening to V as well. Panam’s cheeks hollowed out as she deeply sucked the ample white prick in front of her, swirling her tongue around his cockhead. The cock in the BD was left with a sheen of faux Panam’s spit, leaving the long, thick cock throbbing and shiny as she pulled her mouth back. Fake V gently but firmly took hold of Panam’s dreadlocked bun of dark hair and pulled her back down onto his cock until it sank into her throat. Once she started to gag, he let her go and then Panam deepthroated the dick of her own accord after catching her breath.

“Shit, V…” Judy laughed, diddling her clit. In any other circumstance, a forceful facefuck like that from a guy would’ve been an immediate turn-off for the lesbian woman. But for some reason, she didn’t get that gut reaction this time. Though that maybe could’ve been because of how sexy Panam looked while she enthusiastically throated his dick. Judy felt her pussy getting even wetter from the thought of Panam choking on her strap-on. 

BD V and BD Panam switched to a cowgirl sex position - one that Judy herself spent hours editing together. She curled her pointer finger in and out of her aroused pussy as she watched, building herself up to a nice relaxing orgasm after a day of endless bullshit. She watched V’s pale cock slipping in and out of Panam’s cunt as she rode him, her full mocha-colored breasts bouncing with her movements. Judy was starting to get close…

A knock at her apartment door yanked her out of her masturbation session. Judy groaned with frustration. “Damn it.” She yanked her fingers out of her cunny, her pointer finger and middle finger glistening with her arousal. Reluctantly, she slipped her panties back into place when the knocking at her apartment door continued. 

“If this is some pizza boy knocking on the wrong door, I’m going to kill him,” Judy sighed. 

She pulled on a pair of boy-shorts and walked to her front door. Opening it, her frustration softened somewhat when she saw a familiar young man wearing a Samurai jacket and with a katana strapped to his back. 

“Hey Jude,” V greeted, the merc smiling. “Is this a bad time?” 

Yeah, you interrupted me fingering myself to you and your sexy crush, Judy thought to herself. 

She shook her head. “Of course not, V,” she said with a small smile. She hoped he would not catch on to what she was up to. “C'mon in.”