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It took nearly another week for V’s body to fully heal. She was still astonished at how slow everything felt: Her recovery, her movement, even her reactions. It was almost as if she was trying to move underwater, she had to constantly remind herself that she was just a regular person now, no superhuman reflexes, no subdermal armor that could stop any bullet, nothing. She used Jackie’s old lifts to try and build herself from the ground up, although at this junction, she was just trying to think of a way to being someone, anyone in Night City, her story couldn’t just end with her being one more drop in an ocean of regular people, she refused to accept that, and she was willing to do anything to ensure she became a living Legend, Afterlife rules be damned.

It was one night when she browsed the Net using Jackie’s computer that she got an idea, she certainly had the means for it, but she wasn’t sure how feasible it would be. The idea led to a plan that, if done right, would ensure her a fresh start. Half of Night City was surely looking for her, and not because they wanted an autograph. V had managed to aggravate almost every boostergang as her fame began to raise, a little hit here, some sabotage over there, and in time, V raked up quite a bill that everyone was more than eager to collect. V, the red haired mercenary was a wanted woman, and after two years being off everyone’s radars, she was sure they even had her data, down to her Night City ID code and maybe even her biometrics. If she made a move anywhere in the city, she could be found out in just a matter of seconds, and without any combat implants, she was just a sitting duck.

V was covered in sweat as she continued to do crunches on Jackie’s old bench, she was controlling her breath and was grateful that she no longer experienced nausea or dizzy spells. She wore a tiny torn top that barely covered her chest, and an old pair of shorts. Both items of clothing were soaked with her sweat, while she was doing that, she was in a conversation with a familiar face over the holo.

“Well… I suppose it could work, kid. But you do know how this works, right? It’ll still be your tissue, and it’ll enhance and even change your appearance. You have done that before, but at a smaller scale: Hairstyle changes on the go, changing your skin tone, the works. But what you’re asking for here is a full bodysculpt work. It’s a far more extensive procedure. I would suggest a full body cyberization process but, well… Ah…” Viktor Vektor was the now bitter ripperdoc who still had a soft spot for V.

Ever since the Relic incident and the Johnny Silverhand fiasco, he felt responsible for how things ended up for V, maybe if he knew more, maybe if he researched more, V would still be enjoying shots at the Afterlife and taking high profile gigs. “We’ve been over this before Viky, I understand, I’m over it, a full body work would probably count towards the combat implant restriction. But I have to do something, everyone’s looking for me, and I can’t even start planning on rebuilding my life if I have a gun aimed at me, I can’t shrug off bullets anymore” The ripper looked dejected, as an audible sigh was heard “Yeah… I’m sorry V, really… If you are planning on becoming someone else, the body is just the first step, you know? You’d be one scan away from having your cover fully blown away, you’ll need someone to give you a new identity, and that’s not exactly easy”.

V continued with her workout, she appreciated Viktor’s concern, he was one of the very few people she felt she could trust in the city “Don’t worry about that, I have a guy, and he owes me a couple of favors I haven’t cashed in, I just want to know if you can do the full bodysculpt for me or not” Viktor scratched his eyebrow, V did not like what she saw. She stopped her workout and sat up on the bench, trying to normalize her breathing, and after a few moments, she focused on the call. “Okay, what is it, Vik?” Another sigh from the older ripper “I can do it, in fact I’ve done it many times before, I’m a certified medtech too after all, and those Zetatech updating courses have given me a wider range of skills that can definitely help you out, I also have top-notch gear at my disposal” V wiped the sweat off her brow as she felt a big objection coming “But…?” Viktor looked dejected still, he was looking for the right words to say. “Well, the downside of working for a corp now is that they document everything. You know the drill, you make an appointment, you show up, you come in, and you undergo the procedure you have paid of, done deal, get out. I’m concerned that by logging on to Zetatech’s system, you could trigger an alarm or two, boostergangs are not your only concern, kid. And forget about doing it under the counter style, Zetatech has a very tight inventory system too”.

“Shit…” V understood what Viktor’s concerns were, she did take several gigs that affected corporations as well, including notable ones such as Kendachi and Kiroshi, and when she rescued Hasan in Dogtown and allowed him to rebuild his life there, that was a big ‘fuck you’ to Zetatech too. She wouldn’t be surprised that the day she showed up for her appointment, she would be received by a squad of corposoldiers waiting to take her in, or worse.

“There has to be a way” Viktor nodded. “The problem is not exactly the skills, every ripper in town by now knows to do basic stuff, but with me, you at least will get the guarantee that I know what I’m doing, and I’m not out to screw you over, kid. The problem is the gear. We could set a time and place for the procedure, but I can’t take anything out of the shop without Zetatech knowing. I do have some tools and some gear under my name in my place, but it’s not everything we need to do what you want done”.

V rubbed her eyes, she knew Viktor wanted to help, he had the means and the disposition, but she hated the fact that he had to sell his place to Zetatech. She didn’t blame him though, without her around and with the city going steadily crazier, it was the only option left available for him following the harassment from the corp. “What are we missing?” She finally asked, she could swear she saw a smile on Viktor’s face “An RF kit, and a Medical Infrared Emitter, I have everything else” V went quiet for a few seconds, her mind working on producing a solution to their problem.

“Couldn’t we buy them somewhere? Get it from wherever Trauma Team and the Medcenter get their supplies from?” Viktor scratched his head and then looked at V “Under normal circumstances, we could. I go in, get what we need and meet up wherever… But whatever I purchase is tracked by the corporation, not to mention, the purchase of medical equipment has been restricted to individuals with medical licenses for the past two years, and they keep track of every transaction”.

V gritted her teeth, on the one hand, she felt she was getting somewhere, on the other hand however, that ‘somewhere’ was sounding increasingly riskier. “What about used gear we could buy off of someone? Is that something we could do?” Viktor nodded, but remained quiet for some time “That… Could be done, it’s not unusual to see rippers sell off older gear whenever they upgrade” That was one of the very few bits of good news she had gotten through the conversation “Do you know of some rippers who have what we need and are willing to, say, part ways with?” Viktor nodded again and scratched the back of his neck “I, uh, yeah I do… But kid, I don’t think you’re gonna like it” V had considered simply procure it from whoever had what they needed, she could sneak in, blend in, move in without being heard, grab what they needed, and disappear without breaking a sweat, but that required implants she no longer had, implants she could no longer have. “Out with it, Vik, we don’t really have a whole lot of options” Viktor cleared his throat, and waiting for a second or two, he finally gave her a name “Doc Fingers, Jig Jig Street” V’s eyes widened, and after a second or two, she buried her face on her hands “Shit…”.

Jig Jig Street was even seedier than V remembered, there were many more joytoys on the street offering their goods than she remembered, and they were competing with one another: Who was the sluttier one, who showed the most meat, who was the youngest and most flexible. Johnny Silverhand would have loved to take in the sights, the sounds, and the smells. But most importantly, Johnny Silverhand would have loved to see what V chose to wear to blend in: Red high-heeled boots that went a bit over her knee, black fishnet stockings, a sequined silver micro dress with a very generous cleavage, and a semi transparent black plastic coat to complete the look.

She complemented it all with loud makeup: Red eyeshadows, purple lipstick, and very visible blush. In a complex of alleyways and dead ends where everyone was looking to sell themselves, V did blend in, but while she was telling herself she was just doing in to get to Fingers unnoticed, she was enjoying the attention she was getting. “Hey baby, you look fine, wanna come to my place and party?”, “Your lips look great, they would look even better around my cock”, “It’s cold out here, darling, why don’t you keep me company for a while?” Every pickup line, every gesture, every fondle, grope, and every spank she got along the way was turning her on even more.

It’s not like she could turn around and teach a guy a lesson or two. She had to remain inconspicuous, and she knew she wouldn’t hold her own in a fight, at least not yet. By the time she passed Wakako’s Pachinko Parlor, things got even worse: The moans, the groans, the screams, the dirty talk. That small alley that was the final stretch to Fingers’ clinic was louder and more populated than it was two years ago. She was already wet, and it took all of her willpower not to stop and touch herself right there and then, the clinic was right in front of her, and she knew that if someone, anyone would see her, they would get to her, she would get even more turned on, get caught, and in a matter of minutes, Jig Jig Street would be running a train on her.

The memories came flashing back: The thugs hanging out by the entrance trying to get a rise out of her, how she had elected to jump her way to Fingers’ window and break in that way, how she had scared the living shit out of the shady ripper so he would shed some light concerning Evelyn Parker and the Death’s Head XBD business, and how she realized that she was helping Judy Alvarez not only because by doing so she would get some answers herself, but because she had started to develop feelings for her. It had been two years, maybe Fingers got over the incident, maybe he forgot already, maybe he would mistake her for one of the many girls who got to him for poor cyberware maintenance in exchange for sexual favors. But deep inside, V knew she was deceiving herself: People like Fingers would never forget such a thing.

With a sigh, V entered the building and walked up the stairs, there were many more neon signs now, and even sounds, and the sounds were what she’d expect out of the place: Moans, dirty talk, and seedier commercials. As she reached the next flight of stairs, she felt like she was about to slip, she noticed she stepped on a used double-headed dildo.

Her mind went wild: Maybe a couple of joytoys got bored with waiting in line for hours at a time and decided to have some fun in the meantime, maybe one of their pimps organized an impromptu show for a small audience. V had to wake herself up from those fantasies, and she finally walked into the clinic’s waiting room. It was as gaudy as she remembered: Neon lights, fur, ridiculous sex toys, and mannequins everywhere. She was surprised to see the place empty, either Fingers upped his game and started to actually install quality implants to the working girls, or he had some competition nearby.

She approached the door, and she watched it slide, she recognized the gaunt physique of Doc Fingers, and his extravagant and sexualized attire: A holo fishnet tank top, black women’s leggings that were a couple of sizes too small for him, and hot pink slippers. He had his tool belt strapped around his waist, his thinning hairline remained the same complete with that ill kept ponytail of his, which made V think that maybe the look he had was a choice, rather than an unfortunate result of poor hygiene. Finger’s trademark pencil thin mustache was just above that crooked smile of his. “Yes, what is it?” V steeled herself as she stepped forward. “Hey, Fingers” She expected the ripperdoc to be afraid, to see his face drained of color, maybe even to run, but instead of all that, the ripperdoc stood where he was, and his smile got wider. “Well, well… Aren’t you a delicious little thing? Welcome to my humble establishment, beautiful”.

The ripperdoc moved with the allure of a badly recorded amateur porn BD actor, he gently placed his long nailed hand on her shoulder. “You smell fantastic, please… Don’t you just stand there, tell Daddy Fingers what you need” Somehow, the guy had gotten even shadier, and V felt the need to bolt out of there, but she couldn’t, she wouldn’t, no matter the circumstances, Fingers was probably her only shot at getting whatever gear Viktor was missing for her plan.

“I’m here on business, I was told you had some pieces of equipment that I could buy” Fingers raised his eyebrow and licked his lips as his eyes were set on V the whole time “Of course, babygirl, why don’t you step into my office while I slip into something more comfortable?”.

Fingers led V into his bedroom, he was somehow even more disgusting than she remembered, but at least he didn’t seem to remember who she was. It made sense, he saw dozens, maybe even hundreds of girls a day, and their encounter had taken place a long time ago. V hoped she could be done with this as soon as possible. “Now, what pieces of equipment did you say you need?” Fingers sat on the same exact spot where he was when she conducted her questioning with Judy two years back, V sat opposite of him, the same spot where she was now sitting on “I’m looking for an RF kit, and a Medical Infrared Emitter, do you have them?” Fingers giggled, that smile was even more prominent.

“Of course I do, babygirl. Daddy Fingers does bodysculpting all the time. It’s all part of the business, you see? I work with beautiful girls who strive to be even more beautiful, but sometimes they slip on their diet, or their pimps get a little rough on them, or age starts to catch up to them, they all come to me for that quality service only I can offer. So I oftentimes find myself in need of updating my gear. I’m nothing if not… Through and considerate, both in business and in pleasure” V felt a shiver down her spine, especially when she noticed Fingers’ eyes looking directly at her legs.

“Well, maybe we can do some business, how much do you want for the gear I’m looking for?” Fingers shrugged. “Nothing” That right there was a trap if V ever did see one “Nothing’s ever for free, Fingers, what’s the catch?” Fingers giggled once again. “I didn’t say it was free, I said nothing because it’s not for sale, not for you” V gulped, had she been found out? She tried to steel herself once more. “What can I do to convince you to part with what I need?” Fingers made a clicking sound with his mouth. “I’d never forget a delicious little number like yourself, baby girl. You came here with that Mox friend of yours about two years ago and roughed me up a little bit, remember? I’d have been extremely turned on if I didn’t think you were ready to rip my head off. I suppose I should be thankful seeing how you only slammed me against the floor and didn’t punch my lights out or worse. And this is the face of an artist, and an artist is nothing without his brand”.

Fingers spread his legs, and it wasn’t hard for V to notice the outline of his cock, perfectly drawn by the tight leggings. Without any hesitation or reservation, Fingers started to caress himself in front of V “Two years ago, you fucked me up, beautiful. And there was even a crowd in the form of that multicolored hair friend of yours, and if you want the gear, you’re gonna let me do the same to you… Of course, we’d be missing the crowd, but some things in life can’t be helped, wouldn’t you agree?” Fingers’ cock got immediately hard. The sight, the sounds, and the smells of the place were getting to V. It had been so long that she was about to forget who she was talking to and just dive in head first, no matter how disgusting the very notion was. “And you’re going to have to convince me you want this, baby girl, you’re going to earn it. Hard. Because if I wanted to fuck a flopping fish, I’d just go to Santo Domingo to get a sad, pity fuck… So, what do you say? Are you willing to walk away empty-handed tonight, or will you be a good girl for Daddy Fingers?”.

Something snapped in V’s head. Maybe it was the frustration, the fact that she had to come to terms with her limitations, the two years without fucking someone or having someone fuck her, or maybe all of the above, but her next move defined how the night would go. It was almost as she was still struggling with the idea in her mind when she knew how things were going to happen.

There was something in the air, maybe the extremely hormonal environment of the city really was getting to her, and she knew what had to be done. “This is only for the gear” she kept telling herself over and over again as she stood up, she wasn’t going to enjoy it, and it wasn’t too different from taking a gig as a merc: Sometimes you gotta shoot a guy or two to complete your contract to your fixer’s satisfaction, and sometimes you gotta fuck a guy or two to get what you need.

V took off her coat and slowly dropped it on the floor, there was a metallic sound with it, an M10AF Lexington handgun was concealed within it, a last resort in case things would go terribly wrong. However, that gun was the last thing in her mind at the moment, Fingers was so immersed by what V was about to do that either he didn’t hear that sound, or if he did, he was ignoring it. “I have to admit… I was half expecting you to assault me again, what do I owe this dramatic change of heart?” V hated the situation, it was almost as if Fingers knew something was wrong with her, or maybe he was bluffing. And if he was bluffing, she couldn’t risk slipping before him.

“I’ve been pent-up for a while now, I figured I’d hit two birds with one stone” She lied, it was a laughably bad lie, but Fingers seemed to be playing along “And you decided to choose Daddy Fingers to scratch that terrible itch? How charming” That crooked smile was bothering her, and she did her best to avoid showing it, instead, she shrugged “At this rate, anyone is a good enough fuck for me, Fingers” Fingers made another clicking sound with his mouth and waged his right index finger at V “Ah-ah… Remember, you have to earn this, baby girl, you have to really want it, you have to really work for it, otherwise I’ll just break down the gear down and toss it outside, do you understand?”.

V understood all too well, Fingers had been the only contact Viktor had in hand when they were discussing their plan earlier, V knew that the old ripperdoc wouldn’t risk her by sending her to someone like Fingers, unless he really didn’t have any other choice. The restrictions on the city made it difficult for her, and so, there she was, getting on her knees and reaching out to Fingers’ thigh, she caressed it softly, feeling the bulge under the elastic fabric. There were several things in V’s head: The concern, the disgust, the regret, but most importantly, the perverted thoughts that were lurking in the back of her head and were slowly materializing. Fingers wasn’t the kind of man anyone would fantasize about, he wasn’t the dream, and he was too full of himself to become the dreamer, he dealt in realities. And he liked to be in control of his reality.

V pulled the leggings down, the man’s cock sprung and stood erect as she did it. Like the rest of his skin, his penis showed some scars, and even an almost completely faded tattoo, and a piercing at the base of the scrotum. But what got to V the most was the smell, it was strong, and it wafted through the room the moment Fingers’ cock was free of its elastic prison. V hated it, or at least she thought she hated it. This was nothing like the escapades she had with Arthur Jenkins in the past, not even Carter Smith, as poor and humble as he was, had this kind of problem. As rough and tough as Jackie was, he was also very clean and mindful of himself. Every man and woman V had been with before had been a pleasurable enough experience for her. It was almost as if Fingers was making a case of being as grotesque as possible and forcing people through it.

As disgusting and infuriating the situation was, V was more concerned for the growing stimulation and the effect the situation was having on her. “Why don’t you show me how good of a ball gargler you are?” V nodded, that wit of hers was gone, and her ability to coming out with any response to any situation was nowhere to be seen. She reached out and grabbed Fingers’ cock, it was wrong, everything was. It looked wrong, it smelled wrong, and it felt wrong. Yet, she was wetter than she was the moment she entered the building. She started stroking the member and leaned forward. She did the unthinkable and kissed the member, she did her absolute best not to show the disgust she was feeling. But after every kiss and every second, the disgust would start to fade. V felt adventurous enough to even lick the shaft, she would turn her eyes toward Fingers, who was still smiling in an arrogant way “That’s it, baby girl, make Daddy Fingers feel good” She closed her eyes, but not because she didn’t want to see what she was doing, but to play all the twisted fantasies she was starting to conjure in her mind. Would Fingers face fuck her next? Would he slap her with his cock? After a few seconds, she opened her eyes and she instinctively looked at the man’s balls: They were full and heavy. How could a man as thin as Fingers have balls like that? V didn’t think, she simply acted. She started kissing those fat balls, sliding her tongue against them, licking them, and finally, sucking them.

“Mm… A very good start, look at me” V moaned lightly as she did, which Fingers took notice of. “Continue, and keep looking at me” V kept kissing and kicking the man’s balls, her mind was melting and her sense of self-preservation was slowly fading away, and she was only focusing on doing a good job. Only for the gear, always for the gear.

She took the initiative and while she was kissing and sucking the man’s balls, she also started to caress them with her hand. The approving groan from the ripperdoc was all she needed to hear “Take them in, baby girl, show Daddy Fingers how badly you want that gear” The humiliating talk felt more stimulating than anything, the situation was slowly turning from disgusting and abusive to enticing and even addicting. V opened her mouth and took Fingers’ balls in, her tongue moved slowly, and the suction was right to hear yet another groan from Fingers, she looked at the man again and a slight blush had appeared on his cheeks. At least, she hoped it was a blush. V moved up, kissing and licking the shaft, and was about to put that disgustingly fascinating member in her mouth when Fingers stopped her.

“Ah-ah, not just yet… You have something else to do first, baby girl, and Daddy Fingers knows you’ll do him proud” The man suddenly stood up and completely took off his leggings. Fingers’ legs were a mix of tattoos, loose skin, scars, bite marks, and who knows what else. V’s heart skipped a beat when he turned around and leaned forward, holding the chair, he looked over his shoulder at the surprised V “Do you know what comes next, or do you need some hints?” Fingers’ behind was the definition of ‘boney ass’, his thin skin barely held on to his bones. Before the ripperdoc would complain about V keeping him waiting, she leaned forward and started to kiss the man’s cheeks. Touching and groping them. She took a second or two to look at what she had in front of her, and think about what she was about to do. But it was for the gear, that’s what mattered the most, she kept telling herself that while she felt her excitement build up further. She spread Fingers’ cheeks, and she started kissing, licking, and letting herself go with the situation.

Fingers groaned and moaned, arching his back at the unexpected pleasure he was getting. He didn’t think V would have it in her to rim him, he had figured she was proud enough to refuse, and that would have been his cue to send her packing. After all, he had gotten the satisfaction he wanted, but maybe he had underestimated the red haired girl, maybe they could do business after all.

V continued, every kiss, every lick, and the strong scent seemed to be turning her on more and more. Her body language betrayed her, she had spread her legs and she was instinctively caressing her chest through the sequined micro dress. Suddenly, Fingers turned around and helped V up. Without saying anything or giving her any word of warning, he forced a kiss upon her. His tongue assaulted her mouth and while V was surprised at first, it didn’t take her long to go with the motions. Her senses were being assaulted and she never felt better. Fingers started groping her chest, his touch felt electric, and it caused V to moan into the kiss.

Emboldened by her reaction, Fingers slid his hand down, feeling the end of the micro dress and lifting it ever so slightly so he could touch her, what he found caused him to break away from the kiss, a fine thread of saliva was the one thing linking her to V. The red haired girl was horny, she was breathing heavily, she was flushed, and she was already showing bedroom eyes to Fingers. “My, my… No underwear? And in Jig Jig Street no less! Have you no shame, baby girl?” His teasing tone was getting to V, he continued to tease V’s crotch, she instinctively spread her legs as she kept looking at him “I’m frankly surprised no one tried to jump you on the way here… Or maybe they did, and you took them out because you were looking forward to our special time, right?”.

V bit her bottom lip, refusing to answer, but Fingers knew how to make a girl talk, they always talked. He slid a finger inside V’s cunt, and her reaction was immediate. A gasp, a moan, and her eyes opening widely “Answer me, beautiful, you were looking forward to this, weren’t you?” Fingers slid a second finger inside, causing another gasp, and a loud moan “Y-yes!” V whimpered, Fingers grinned “I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you just now” V bit her bottom lip once more, looking at the ripperdoc, he was flushed, clearly erect, and waiting for an answer “Yes… I was… I was looking forward to this, Daddy Fingers” She almost gasped when she heard herself say that, it was a slip, there was no way she was that desperate, that low. But it was too late, Fingers had a wider smile on his face as he pulled his fingers out. V’s heart sunk when she saw the man lick the fingers that just a few seconds ago were inside her “Why don’t you get rid of that dress and get on all fours, baby girl? Daddy Fingers is going to give you what you came for, and let’s be honest, it’s not the gear”.

It was all a haze, a blur. V couldn’t understand how something as depraved was getting to her so much. It wasn’t just the stimulation and her hormones, it wasn’t just the two years she spent without touching anyone, it was something deeper, bigger. Something inside of her that had been waiting for the right time to awaken. She did was she was told, she slid out of her dress. Hers wasn’t the most voluptuous body, her ass, while round, wasn’t as big as many joytoys around, and the same could be said about her tits, but once she got what she came for, or rather, what she claimed to have been there for, that would change.

She slowly climbed onto the bed and got on all fours. When she felt Fingers climb the bed behind her, she took her hands back and spread her lips to him. She could imagine the expression on Fingers’ face when she did that “My, my… So eager, so proactive, so willing to please… Can I convince you to stay here instead of going where it is you’re going once we’re done? You could make wads of credits on Jig Jig Street, and I’m sure we could come out with a very pleasurable agreement you and I”.

V bit her bottom lip yet again, as messed up as she was, and as much as she was enjoying what was happening to her, she couldn’t risk her plan going to waste, Fingers didn’t insist, he could interpret that silence, and he was fairly certain that wouldn’t be the last time he laid eyes on a girl like V. All it took was one motion, and Fingers rammed his cock into V’s tight cunt, she groaned feeling Fingers inside of her, and immediately afterward, he started thrusting into her. V’s grunts slowly turned into moans. Fingers slapped her ass every time he thrusted his cock into her. The singing pain only got V going, her mind was blanking out, and she even bit the gaudy animal printed sheet on the bed “For a slut such as yourself, you really are tight, baby girl” he continued with the same treatment: A thrust and a spank. V’s reddened ass bounced off Fingers’ cock every time he went inside her, V was trying her best to remain as quiet, or at the very least, conceal her moans, biting the sheet helped, but every move from Fingers was a dangerous one. He had his hands all over her body, reaching to her tits, playing with her nipples and pinching them. “Such a quiet little baby girl, don’t worry, Daddy Fingers is about to make you scream”.

V had started to sweat, her body was a heavenly sight for the perverted ripperdoc, and before she could catch a break, Fingers shoved his cock deep inside V’s ass. The sudden surge of pain was translated into the depraved language V was learning: A loud moan and a groan. “Oh, fuck!” She had finally let go of the blanket, much to Fingers’ pleasure “That’s it, baby girl, just let go, enjoy the ride” V felt every inch of that cock pocking the deepest parts of her body, the more she moaned, the faster Fingers moved, at one point, the ripperdoc reached out for V’s mouth with his fingers, instinctively, V opened her mouth and licked, kissed, and sucked them. “That’s it… You’re feeling it, right? Someone like me giving it to someone like you, having that round little ass fucked hard, how does it feel?” V continued to moan and groan with every move, Fingers reached for her hair and pulled violently “Answer me” The mix of pain and pleasure was too much for V to resist.

“It feels…!” Fingers thrusted harder and faster, his hand still grasping V’s hair. “Yes?” The ripperdoc continued with the torture, pulling her hair even further. “Go on, say it little whore, don’t deny what you are” His words were almost like a whisper in the back of her mind “It feels… Good! I… I love it!” Fingers grabbed her by the neck and pulled her back to him, forcing another kiss, this time, V couldn’t help herself and kissed him back, their tongues were dancing in an obscene manner and V’s face was now partially covered with saliva “That’s a good girl! I’m going to keep giving you what you love, and you’re going to love it, baby girl” The ripperdoc slapped V’s ass with both hands and then grabbed it, he put his foot on the back of V’s head and kept thrusting. It was demeaning, humiliating, and low. But it was also the hottest thing V had experienced in recent memory. She couldn’t protest, the pleasure she was experiencing wouldn’t let her. She couldn’t get up, because she didn’t want to, and all she wanted was to get lost in the moment. After coming back to Night City, getting her ass fucked by one of the most disgusting Night Citizens in town was the only genuine measure of peace and pleasure she had experienced.

Fingers had started to sweat too, he loved the way V’s ass felt, he loved the texture of V’s skin, it was impressive for someone who apparently was mostly organic. But above all, he loved the idea of getting revenge for that assault two years prior. Of course, it wasn’t exactly revenge, as the red haired merc seemed to be having the time of her life. Not that he mattered, he was all about personal pleasure and satisfaction, and he was getting exactly that.

Feeling about to blow his load, Fingers pulled out and forcefully turned V around, rubbing his cock against her lips “Suck me off” The pretensions were gone, no more sweet talk, no more teasing. V didn’t need any persuasion at all, the smell stopped bothering her long ago, the man’s sickly appearance was no longer an issue, like an obedient little girl, she took the man’s cock and started sucking. Fingers arched his back once again and played with his nipples, twisting his left one violently. V noticed how the man was now thrusting while she sucked him off. He held her head with both hands and picked up the pace. “Fuck!” The man blew his load inside V’s mouth, it was so sudden that V pulled back and part of the spunk landed on her face. Fingers stumbled back and fell on his chair, sitting comfortably as he appreciated the scene he had before him: The same woman who had jumped through his window and slammed him against the floor was now covered in cum on his bed. He dared Night City to show him a better revenge.

“Think about what I said, baby girl” A few minutes had passed, and Fingers was already getting dressed. V’s mind was still hazy. She didn’t cum from having his cock in her pussy, she didn’t cum after having that same cock fucking her ass, but after she sucked him off and had that warm and disgustingly thick torrent flow down her throat, it was as if all alarms had gone off, and she had a wild orgasm. Just what the hell was happening to her? “That piece of ass of yours would make us rich in just a few months of working it on the street… But well, the gear is yours, I’ll give you a few minutes so you can clean yourself up, but hurry up, I have clients coming in soon”. She heard the door close behind the ripperdoc. She tried her best to sit up, but everything felt good, maybe too good. By the time she made an effort to stand up, she felt dangerously close to another orgasm.

Once she started getting changed, she made a call “Vik… Got the gear, now what?” The expression on the older ripperdoc said plenty: Surprise on how fast V had moved, regret when he realized what Fingers probably asked of her, and disgust when he saw V’s face covered in bodily fluid “You okay, kid?” It was a silly question, a silly question that V was embarrassed of answering, because she knew what she looked like, and because the answer would disappoint Viktor “Never mind that Vik, got the gear from Fingers, and we’re ready to go, what’s the next step?” Viktor nodded, clearing his throat “Send me a message with the specifications and the changes you want done, and be as specific and through as possible, for instance, if you want to change your voice or retain the one you have. I’ll need to run tests based on your medical scans I got from you a few weeks back and see which cyberware you can run without issue, then I’ll make time to meet you wherever you determine, just remember I can no longer do this at my… Er… Zetatech’s shop, especially if we’re looking to do it discrete like”.

V approached the small bathroom, which was populated by sex toys of all sizes and shapes, she washed her face while listening to Viktor “How soon can we get this done?” Viktor scratched the back of his head “The next couple of days I’m fully booked here, plus, I need to run the tests on my own, I’ll let you know when I have everything ready, but it could take a bit more than just couple of days, in the meantime, I recall you saying you could do something about your Night City ID, I suggest you work on that, so we can cover as much ground as possible”. V groaned, she hated being ‘normal’, she now had to stand in line and wait her turn, it was just a couple of years ago that she could jump ahead and if anyone had a problem with her, she could just flash her gun and they would shut up. But now? Now was hard. “Yeah fine… I’ll do that… And Vik, thank you, really, you’re saving my life again” The old ripperdoc chuckled. “Bah… Don’t get sentimental on me, kid. That’s what friends are for, I only wish I could solve all of your issues in one go” V shook her head. “Don’t sweat it, Vik, I know how it is, I am just trying to get used to play the game in a different way” Vik was nodding, and had a half smile on his face “Right… Well, let me get back to work, I’ll shoot you a message in a few days”.

V left Fingers’ ‘Office’, and even though he had just fucked her, he still looked at her with hungry eyes “Has anyone ever told you that you swallow beautifully, baby girl? Because you do. I hope you visit me again… Soon” V felt the same shiver down her spine, she couldn’t face Fingers to even smile at him, much less say anything. She left the ripperdoc’s clinic as soon as she could. At least, she had the gear she needed, all that remained was waiting to hear from Vik, and making a challenging call.