Chapter 9: Meredith Stout Pt. 2

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Meredith and V finish up their fun times~

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Meredith descends all the way down V’s cock again and again without an ounce of hesitation. She swallows his entire mast to the base and then goes right back up, not choking or gagging even a little bit. But then to be fair, as a Corpo, she had a pretty advanced suite of cyberware. Being able to do something like repressing her gag reflex on command is just par for the course.

And no, not just so she can get on her knees and deep throat one of her superior’s cocks whenever they saw fit, thank you very much. Rather, this bit of cyberware came from sometimes needing a clandestine location to store a small object, like an information shard or something.

If you were captured by the enemy, everyone loved to check the rectum or vagina for any hidden secrets, but they weren’t nearly as likely to check the hidden pouch next to your stomach. Well, unless they did a full body scan, but you’d be surprised how cheap even corporations could be when it came to interrogation.

Regardless, right now Meredith is definitely using it for the other thing… that being to deep-throat V’s cock like there’s no tomorrow, sucking his dick nonstop and hollowing out her cheeks as she stares up into the mysterious mercenary’s eyes. Even though she’d already decided to just enjoy herself, she’s still curious about him.

But she doesn’t dare split her focus and start trying to look up the guy while she’s still submitting to his big fat cock. Instead, Meredith goes down on his dick like the professional she is, his hands carding through her hair until he finally gets this glint in his eyes that the dog-collar wearing corpo recognizes all too well.

She sucks harder, even as he suddenly grips down tight on her head and pushes her all the way to the base of his cock while at the same time thrusting forward. Swallowing continuously, Meredith is more than prepared for when he finally starts to cum, his seed blazing down the back of her throat and into her gullet without pause. As she drinks his jizz, V tosses his head back and groans, clearly enjoying himself immensely.

It’s a moment of weakness that she might have been able to take advantage of if she wanted to. She could have turned the tables on him maybe, hit him with a quickhack and ultimately swapped their places so she was on top. But… she doesn’t dare risk it. Not only is he seemingly not an enemy as far as she can tell, but he’d beaten her in their little wager fair and square. And while Meredith isn’t some nitwit who actually follows some code of honor or anything like that, she’s also not about to piss off a fucking monster.

Finally, V finishes and pulls back, releasing his hold on her hair as he does so. Grunting, he gives her a knowing grin, almost like he’s telling her he gave her that opportunity just to see if she would try to take advantage of it and him. Or maybe she’s reading too much into the look, because he doesn’t actually mention it at all. Instead…

“Not bad. I hope you know we’re just getting started though.”

Meredith’s breath hitches at that, her pussy clenching around the fingers she currently has buried in it. She looks down to see V’s cock already starting to rise to attention again. Surprising… and impressive. After all, she already knew he didn’t have a Mr. Studd. While some versions of the genital cyberware were designed to look very, VERY life-like, Meredith was experienced enough with those to still be able to tell them apart from the natural thing.

V was sporting an impressive, all-natural package. Which made his refractory period also impressive, considering his cock was twitching its way back to life in practically no time at all. Licking her lips, Meredith’s eyes flicker between V’s dick and his face, even as she gives him a coquettish smile.

“And how… do you want me, sir?”

The mercenary doesn’t even have to think about it.

“Face down, ass up. Like the bitch in heat you are.”

Meredith Stout blushes at the callout. She can’t really argue the point to be fair, not when she’s wearing a literal dog collar and matching spiked bands around her wrists. Slowly nodding, the blonde corpo climbs to her feet and unzips her pants. Peeling herself out of the skintight black latex isn’t easy, but she still tries to make it look as sexy as possible, shimmying this way and that as she turns to face the bed.

Eventually, she manages to get the pants off, revealing the complete lack of underwear under them. But then, she was literally wearing a cupless ‘bra’ that was more a series of straps, along with nipple pasties. Needless to say, her going commando shouldn’t be surprising and judging by the intense look on V’s face, it’s not. She definitely has his attention though, Meredith notes with a smile.

Climbing onto the heart-shaped bed, the blonde corpo does as she’s told, assuming the position. Face down, ass up. A position of utter dominance. There was nothing lovey-dovey about this pose. Nothing gentle or tender or even all that affectionate. This was how a man who wanted to really dominate a woman fucked one.

Meredith shivers as she feels V move into position behind her. His hands roll over her upturned ass for a moment, before he climbs onto the bed and crouches over her. A gasp leaves Meredith’s lips as he puts his boot on the back of her head. She doesn’t fight it though. If anything, the way he’s taking advantage of her current pose only turns her on even more.

Fuck, she’s so in over her head it isn’t even funny, but at the same time she can’t bring herself to care right now. Her lust threatens to overwhelm her, and her arousal has never been greater. As V pushes her face deeper into the bed, he also brings his cock to her slit, dragging the bulbous head of his member back and forth across her sex.

Meredith moans, muffled by her position, and wiggles her hips enticingly. Only for V to spank her in retaliation and tell her to stay still. Fuck but this was hot. Unbelievably hot. She was-

The Corpo’s eyes widen and then roll back in her head as V finally slams his cock into her cunt. Unlike V, Meredith Stout is not all natural. She has an… understated version of the Midnight Lady, the female version of the Mr. Studd. As a corpo, she has to be ready for anything, always. As a female corpo, this is especially true. If you’re not willing to cheat, you’re not willing to win, and being a woman in a corporation is already a disadvantage in some ways, so you’d best be ready to use your primary advantage, your body, to offset those disadvantages.

That’s of course what Meredith does here. Her pussy walls immediately begin rhythmically massaging up and down V’s pistoning cock, even as he jackhammers into her from above. She milks his throbbing mast for all it’s worth, while at the same time moaning up a storm as the sound of flesh smacking against flesh fills the hotel room.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

V, for his part, is relentless from the very beginning. His skills with sex are just like the rest of him to be honest. While he’s got an impressive cock size, he doesn’t seem like much more than that… until he gets down to business. Just like Meredith never would have expected him to be able to quickhack a System Collapse through her ICE in less than a second like he did, she also never would have expected him to rock her world either.

Frankly, she’d figured it would be mostly about his pleasure now that he’d beaten her and put her in her place… and she’d been okay with that because even that was kind of hot in her eyes.

But no. While he’s definitely taking advantage of her and enjoying her body immensely in the process, everything he was doing was also sending spasms of pleasure and ecstasy rippling through her at the same time. Meredith never would have expected him to prioritize her enjoyment as much as his own, and yet here they were, with her crying out into the bed and climaxing explosively again and again upon his throbbing cock.

This was all so far beyond Meredith’s greatest expectations for how tonight would go that it’s not even funny. She’d figured they might have some fun together, directed by her domineering presence of course. Instead, V had so thoroughly turned the tables on her that she was squealing like a pig, her toes curling in ecstasy as she cums and cums for him.

Until finally, with a grunt, V proceeds to fill her with his seed. Meredith’s eyes widen and then subsequently roll back in her head as his sticky, hot jizz pumps into her womb. She gurgles and shudders for a moment beneath him, until finally it’s over and he pulls out of her. For a long moment, she does nothing but lay there, face down and ass up still, with his cum starting to leak out of her freshly fucked cunt.

Then, she pushes herself over onto her back, staring up at him in an unabashedly vulnerable fashion. He could end her life right here and right now and she doesn’t even think she’d mind that much… how fucked is that? Even still…

“T-Thanks. That was… something, V.”

Now she just has to figure out how to extract herself from this situation without pissing him off in the process. As much as she might have wanted to spend the night here with him, getting fucked over and over again… she didn’t have the time. Shit, she hadn’t had the time for this meeting in the first place. She was still in the process of taking down that scumbag Gilchrist, and while this had been great to help clear her mind, it was still a distraction she never should have allowed herself to have.

But would V understand that? Would he get why she had to cut their time short despite their wager? Or would he force her to stick around. It wasn’t like she could fight him off if he chose to push the issue. She would have to submit, have to play ball. And even that idea, of her potentially ruining her chances to take down Gilchrist because she was too busy being dominated by some mysterious merc, is kind of hot if Meredith is being totally honest.

Alas, V smirks at her, tilting his head to the side.

“But you can’t stay much longer, can you?”

Ah. Well at least he was understanding about it. Even if a part of her was a little disappointed, she nevertheless pushes herself up and bobs her head in agreement.

“Yeah… need to get back to work. But don’t think I’ll forget everything you’ve done for me.”

Maybe that was why he’d helped her, even though the gig they’d done together now seemed to be hilariously below the paygrade of someone like him. Maybe he’d known she was going places and wanted to have her owe him a favor. Well, consider it done. You didn’t get anywhere in the Corporate World by forgetting the people who got you to where you’d gotten.

“Oh, I doubt you’ll be able to forget me, Meredith.”

Meredith blushes at that, tucking her head down in an uncharacteristic display of shyness for a moment. No… no she would not. Before she can react though… V is already gone. Clothes fixed up, the man vanishes almost like a ghost, leaving Meredith to pick up the pieces in his wake. He had truly and utterly ruined her tonight… and she’d loved every last moment of it.

“Fuck…”

She hoped he’d contact her again one day, but for now… for now it was time to destroy Gilchrist, once and for all.

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Viktor Vektor, known to most as Vik, was a man who’d been around the block a few times. He’d seen some shit, but most importantly of all, he’d seen enough to know he hadn’t seen everything… not by a long shot. That might have sounded weird, but it made perfect sense when you thought about it. Some people were prone to getting cocky just because they had a little bit of experience. But eventually you got enough experience to realize there was no such thing as ‘enough’ experience.

There was always going to be something new. Some new situation that would blindside you and force you to readjust. Vik was the kind of man who tried his best to roll with the punches both inside and outside the boxing ring. And he took that mentality into his work as a ripperdoc too. He didn’t take anything for granted, not ever.

That said, there were some things that should have been largely set in stone. Like for instance, young mercs wet behind their ears with a chip on their shoulder and something to prove. He’d seen a million of them, and while they were all unique and different in their own way, plenty were as similar as the next to one another.

In that way, V was much the same. Or rather, he had been. When he’d come to Vik about getting some chrome before that big gig he and Jackie had been picked up for, Vik had done what he could for the kid and hoped it would be enough.

Well, it hadn’t been. Sure, V had survived… but he’d lost Jackie and T-Bug, and shit had hit the fan in a major way. That left a mark on someone, of course it did, and V looked to be the kind of kid who went full throttle in the face of grief, rather than turtling up. Vik figured the eddies should have slowed him down though, at least a little bit. And yet…

“I’ve got some money to spend, doc. What do you have for me so far?”

Vik lets out a sigh as V steps into his office, flicking a short message over that shows him just how many eddies the younger man has managed to acquire in a frankly ludicrous amount of time.

“It’s only been a day, V…”

V just smirks as he walks over, nodding.

“Yeah. I know some of the bigger stuff I asked you to find for me isn’t going to be even close to available yet… but I can still afford some of the stuff you’ve already got in stock now, right?”

Yeah… yes, he could. Vik sighs and brings up his catalog, inputting the amount of eddies V has to burn so the interface will only show him the stuff in his price range. Then, the ripperdoc watches and waits as V considers his options.

[X] V decides to focus on internal systems first - 54%

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