“Um. Trial and error. Torun and I have danced before.”
Ryma leaned up behind Tycho. “You call that dancing?”
She smiled. “It is as close as I have come to it.”
Tycho’s face was shocked. “What?”
She chuckled. “I am a busy woman. I don’t have time for dancing.”
Torun laughed. “Busy indeed. Here I am still balls deep in you, and you are talking about dancing.”
Zera slowly undulated her hips. “Isn’t this dancing? I have a partner, we are close, and there is a rhythm.”
He smiled slowly. “You aren’t going to be able to walk today.”
“Oh, baby, that ship has sailed.”
He rolled, and she rode him slowly; a flicker in his eyes told her what was coming next or, rather, who. Tycho and his ridiculous amounts of precum slid into her ass as Torun pulled her toward him.
She felt her eyes widen as she whined softly as Tycho forged forward. Torun smiled. “That is what I have been missing. Seeing the enjoyment, confusion, and lack of control is intoxicating.”
Zera tried to shift her hips between them, and she was pinned. She sighed. “One of you is going to have to move. I am pinned.”
Tycho cupped her breasts and shifted. “I think that is my cue.”
She groaned and panted as he moved inside her, and Torun watched with his eyes glowing hot. He was getting secondary effect, but the effect was that she was rhythmically contracting and releasing him as Tycho’s cock rubbed his through her.
She shivered, Tycho shouted, and Torun arched back. They withdrew to clean up, and Ryma took over. She held Zera and used warm water and a soft cloth to take care of her. This was the part that Ryma didn’t get in her daily life. She wanted to care for helpless things, but she was relegated to the part of the beast. Zera let a few tears fall as Ryma cleaned her with detailed care. Susa used to help with aftercare on nights like this, but now, Zera would be left to the bots. This was the only care she would get.
Zera would have normally protested the help with the solvent to remove the gold, but Ryma was careful, and she worked with the prep bot to get it all off. When she was clean, rubbed down with lotion, and the worst aches had been massaged, Zera hugged the team member in thanks.
“You are off the clock, Zera.”
Zera nodded against her shoulder. “I know.” She straightened her shoulders and put her cloak and the mask back on.
Torun was putting on his team uniform. “Why are you bothering with that?”
“Because I know you have doxed me with the teams, but I want to avoid it getting out any further than necessary, or you guys won’t get any more energy weapons.” She smiled. “I am heading into commuter traffic. My transport is pulling up.” She bowed. “Thank you, Patrons, for selecting me.”
They each gave her a whisper of a kiss. Ryma smiled. “Thank you for taking care of us.”
Tycho smiled. “Thank you for taking care of us.” He pressed another kiss to her lips.
Torun pulled her close and growled. “Thank you for taking care of us.”
His kiss was not quick, was not delicate, and left her knees shaking and her monitor chiming that her transport was waiting.
Her lips were swollen, and he stroked her cheek. “See you soon, Zera.”
She blinked, and then, his words sank in. “Wait. How soon?”
A laughing Tycho steered her toward the lift, pulled her cloak up, and kissed her cheek. “Goodbye, Zera. Have a nice day at work. We will.”
That was all the warning she got as the doors closed and she was transported to the lobby. She walked out with her bots and headed to her transport. It opened for her when she was four feet away, much to the irritation of a businessman who was trying to pry it open. He hurled epithets at her while her guard bot kept him at bay and the maintenance bot came inside with her. When her guard joined her, she settled back into an exhausted doze until she was at home base. Now, she had to get dressed for work. She was not wearing pants today. The pressure would drive her crazy.
She took a final shower to get rid of the last residual DNA and got two protein bars and some hot tea while she flicked through the wardrobe that was available. She opted for a long navy-blue wrap dress with short sleeves. The low-heeled shoes that matched had straps that walked them up the calves, which meant no need for stockings. She had to use a breast band, but that was her only concession to undergarments.
It was as loose as she could go without going naked. She shivered at that thought and checked her schedule. She summoned her transport and grabbed her tablet. It was time to leave the safety of the base and head to work. Susa would love to hear about what had gone on the previous night. She had rarely taken on a team, and it seemed to be Zera’s niche market.
She checked to make sure that her appearance was unremarkable and headed out to the program compound with her multi-com on her wrist. She looked just like every other woman walking to catch her ride. When her transport showed up, she was a little worried. She was attracting a bit more attention on the street than she normally did. The wind blew, and her skirt ruffled. The breeze cooled her hot thighs, and she had the odd thought that she should have worn a slip.
Zera walked into the program building, where her friend Alya smiled. “You are looking rather pretty today. Not wearing your hair up?”
“Oh, shit. That’s it. Thanks, Alya.”
“That is what?”
“Why I have been feeling off today.” She sighed. “I was getting a lot of looks on the street.”
“Are you going to be in the briefing in ten?”
“Yup. I
