Cyber Fantasy (S.I.N.)
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Copyright ©2013 Ashlynn Monroe
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Aryn blinked as the bright morning sun hit her eyes. The doors gave a subtle swoosh as they closed behind her. Using her hand to shield her face, she looked up at the row of tall, skinny towers. The glare was too much for her eyes.
"Dim," she said, and her vision adjusted.
She worked on the seventeenth floor of Marcus Enterprises, programming data into biometric devices. These days everything ran off biometric sensors, just like her door panel. Sure all the parts came from overseas, but for safety reasons her company chose US programmers to do her job. She worked long hours, but the pay was excellent. Decent jobs were scarce. With the population living longer than ever, a girl almost had to be an ambulance chaser when job-hunting.
She touched the elevator panel. "Black, Aryn, clearance yellow, floors one, six, seventeen authorized. Enter," the electronic voice instructed. The doors opened and she stepped inside.
"Seventeen." The car moved swiftly to her floor, opening to Marcus Enterprises' brightly painted lobby. The shiny chrome floor and furniture sparkled as the sun streamed in from the huge windows lining the exterior wall from floor to ceiling.
She crossed to the admittance panel and the wall slid open as it registered her security clearance. She walked down several tight corridors until she found Jamar's office. Aryn tapped lightly in an old-fashioned gesture of politeness. Few people knocked anymore, but she'd been raised to follow the old courtesies.
Jamar smiled, his hands pausing on the large glass screen taking up the majority of his desktop. She wanted to melt right into the floor. He was so incredibly hot, and looking at him made her giggle nervously. Aryn bit her lip, fidgeting.
"Is there an equipment issue?" He looked curious, nothing more, but she wished he'd throw her down on his desk to fuck her until she couldn't walk. It was so hard to find a partner willing to have physical sex these days. Too many people ended up on pay-for porn sites that way. Eye cameras had really taken the intimacy out of relationships. If the person who propositioned you didn't record you and sell the image, then it was highly possibly a hacker would record off one or both of you.
"Well, not really. It's me. I've been on my technologist's waiting list for weeks and the malfunctions I'm experiencing are getting to be ridiculous. I haven't had a good night's sleep since the issues began."
He frowned. "Mmm, dream spammers, right?"
"They've been awful. I've noticed my spending increasing and it seems like every time I'm having any sort of pleasant dream they show up. I'd love to just go to sleep without anyone in my head."
He grunted, but she couldn't tell if it was with understanding or annoyance. "Did you do the MELA upgrade? The 3.0 was flawed."
"Is that what started this? Geez, I wish I'd known that, but every time I ate anything I was warned that if I didn't upgrade, my digestion calibrator could be at risk. I gave in and ran the upgrade. I usually wait until at least a month after these things are released, but this one frightened me into installing it the first week."
He grinned. "Those government programmers are getting a bit tricky. They've figured out no one wants to be first, so they make the warnings dire now. No worries. I'll have you fixed in a few minutes. Let me call my buddy. He's from the ninth floor, so it'll take him a sec to get here. He helped with my MELA fix and I'm sure he'd love to show off."
Jamar's fingers flew across his touch panel for a second before he looked up at her again. "He's on his way. Please sit down, Aryn." He indicated the uncomfortable looking chair across from his desk.
She sat. "So, have you been following the trial of the guy who thought about robbing the convenience store last year?"
Jamar looked up but didn't reply.
She continued, nervously trying to make interesting conversation. "They've had a forensics team working on his thoughts for months. I heard they've found out he had a big obsession over planning robberies. It's a good thing they scan for those kinds of things, or he'd probably have actually gone through with it."
Jamar looked up again. "The guy didn't actually rob the store. He just thought about it. I think it's a bunch of bullshit."
Aryn bit her lip. His eyes blazed with an intensity she wasn't accustomed to seeing on another person's face. She looked away. "I guess," she mumbled, regretting her choice of the sensationalized topic. They sat quietly for a moment. Then he began typing on the touch screen again.
Watching Jamar was a treat. He worked out, she could tell. His dark skin contrasted nicely against his perfectly pressed white cotton. The tight, button-down dress shirt couldn't hide his amazing bod. She'd love to unbutton that shirt. Jamar had strong features and thick black hair. She'd pay good money to run her fingers in all that curly mass.
She felt awkward. He seemed a bit offended by the earlier conversation. She didn't know him that well, so she should've kept the conversation light. His fingers flew over the touch screen as he worked. A three dimensional image of one of the newer biotech prototypes displayed in the dim light of the room and she marveled as it morphed before her eyes. He was fast. She'd never seen someone program so quickly.
There was a sound near the doorway, and he looked up, his fingers pausing. She turned, following Jamar's gaze. Hot. The newcomer was almost as sexy as Jamar. He looked equally fit. She'd never seen such broad shoulders before. This man's soft blond hair and bright blue eyes made her feel a quick flash of lust. Sitting in the same room with these delicious males was better than a strong cup of coffee to start the day. She was almost glad her tech wasn't working.
Blondie stuck out his hand, and she shook it.
"Hi. I'm Tossh."
"Hello Tossh. I'm Aryn," she whispered shyly.
His voice was as fantastic as the rest of him. Aryn could feel heat rising to her cheeks. She felt her panties grow damp. They'd both have to touch her, even if it was just for a few moments.
"Okay, let's fix you up," Jamar said, giving her a small smile. His fingers worked and the image hanging over his desk stilled, and she saw the save icon flash across it. Then the prototype disappeared. Jamar began typing again and Tossh looked at the panel with interest.
"Mmm, what do you think?" Jamar asked.
"Let's get a complete diagnostic," Tossh replied.
Jamar stood and the men came over. The manly eye-candy crowded her deliciously. Her body was alive with need. She swallowed.