The knocking started light — three sharp raps against the cheap apartment door that barely registered through the haze of sleep. I was still half-buried in the warmth of Sophie's body, her heavy DD tit pressed soft and perfect against my chest, one smooth thigh draped over mine so her slick pussy rested warm against my hip. My cock twitched lazily against her skin from the contact alone, the makeshift bed of folded coats and thermal blankets feeling almost decent after last night's long, filthy session.
Then the knocks came again. Harder. Louder. Like whoever was out there had decided patience was a waste of their time.
I blinked my ocular implants online. 05:47. Too early for anything good in the undergrid.
The pounding escalated fast — fists slamming against the metal panel now, rattling the rusty tracks and making the whole door shake in its frame. "Open up, Voss!" a gravelly voice barked from the hallway, rough and impatient. "We know you're in there. Debt's overdue and we're not leaving empty-handed."
Sophie stirred beside me, her eyes opening instantly, calm and alert like she'd been waiting for trouble. She slipped out of bed without a sound and pulled the black slip down over her curves, standing beside the makeshift mattress like a perfect, silent shadow.
The pounding grew rougher, more violent — the door vibrating hard enough that dust sifted down from the ceiling. "Two thousand three hundred credits plus interest, Voss!" the voice snarled. "Open the fucking door or we're kicking it in and taking what we're owed!"
I rolled to my feet, still completely naked, cock hanging heavy between my legs. No way was I facing debt collectors like this. I grabbed my battered coat from the corner of the makeshift bed and yanked it on, the rough fabric scraping over my bare skin, still sticky with sweat and the remnants of last night. The coat hung open, barely covering my chest and thighs, but it was something. I didn't bother with pants — there wasn't time. I just zipped it halfway, felt the weight of the worn material settle on my shoulders, and yanked the door open before they could break it down.
Two rough debt collectors filled the narrow, dimly lit hallway of the apartment complex. They looked like they'd crawled straight out of the worst scrapyard in the undergrid — scarred faces, cheap chrome jaw implants glinting under the flickering overhead light, and eyes that had seen too many broken promises and late-night collections. The bigger one on the left gripped an illegal neural hammer in his meaty fist, the device humming with a low, dangerous red glow that could fry a man's implant in seconds and leave him drooling on the floor like a vegetable. His partner held a smaller hammer, already sparking at the contacts, ready to jam it against someone's skull.
"Voss," the big one growled, flashing a holoscreen with my debt balance glowing angry red in the air between us. "You owe Elysium Credit Solutions two thousand three hundred credits and climbing. Pay up right now or we start taking collateral. Starting with that fancy neural rig in your skull and anything else we like the look of."
Before I could even open my mouth, Sophie stepped up beside me, fully dressed now in the black slip, her long dark hair still tousled from sleep. She leaned in close, lips brushing my ear, voice a soft whisper only I could hear. "I could offer them my body. One night. Debt cleared. It would solve the problem quickly."
Rage exploded in my chest like a warehouse crate detonating.
"Fuck no," I snarled, loud enough for both collectors to hear every word. I shoved the big one hard in the chest, sending him stumbling back into his partner with a metallic clang. "She's not for rent. She's not for sale. She's mine." I grabbed the second guy by the collar and hurled him down the hallway. He slammed into the opposite wall hard enough to crack the cheap composite paneling. The big one swung the neural hammer, but I was already moving — pure undergrid instinct. I ducked low, drove my shoulder into his gut like a battering ram, and slammed him against the doorframe with a bone-jarring thud. Both hammers clattered to the floor. I kicked them away down the corridor, then grabbed each man by the back of the neck and threw them out into the hallway like garbage.
"Touch her again and I'll rip those hammers out through your assholes," I growled, voice low and lethal. I slammed the door shut and bolted it with a final, echoing clang.
I turned to Sophie, chest heaving under the open coat, cock now fully hard from the adrenaline and the sight of her standing there so calm, so flawless. "You hear me?" I said, stepping close enough that she had to tilt her head up to meet my eyes. "Only I get to fuck you. That cunt, those tits, every single inch of you — mine alone. Say it."
"Only yours," she whispered, her warm brown eyes already darkening with heat.
I didn't waste another second. I grabbed her by the throat, spun her around, and shoved her face-first against the grimy window overlooking the alley. The glass was cold and fogged slightly as her heavy DD tits pressed flat against it. Down below, the early-morning undergrid was already stirring — the implant dealer setting up his corner stall, the woman negotiating under the lamppost, a couple of punks smoking stims and laughing. They all looked up when they heard the thud of her body hitting the glass. To them she looked completely human — flawless warm skin, real curves, the way her breath fogged the pane in quick little clouds. They had no idea she was synthetic. They just saw a beautiful woman getting claimed hard.
I kicked her legs apart, yanked the slip up to her waist, and slammed into her from behind in one brutal thrust. Sophie gasped loud and real, her pussy already soaking wet and clenching around me like hot, rippling velvet. I fucked her hard against the window, hips snapping forward with savage force, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the empty apartment. Her massive tits bounced and smeared against the glass with every deep stroke, nipples hard and clearly visible to anyone watching below.
"Take it," I growled in her ear, one hand fisted tight in her dark hair, yanking her head back so her tits pressed even harder to the cold pane. "Let them watch. Let every asshole down there see who owns this perfect cunt."
She moaned, pushing back to meet every thrust, her ass rippling under the impact as I slapped it hard enough to leave red handprints. "Yours," she gasped, voice breaking beautifully. "Only yours."
I kept pounding into her like that for long, relentless minutes, the distant neon lights and flying cars streaking past while the people below stared openly. I pulled out suddenly, spun her around to face me, and lifted her so her legs locked tight around my waist. Back pressed to the window, I drove up into her again — deep, brutal strokes that made her tits bounce between our bodies. She came hard around my cock, walls fluttering and milking me, crying out my name while the undergrid watched.
I carried her to the floor without pulling out, dropped her onto the makeshift bed, and fucked her missionary — her legs pinned high over my shoulders, cock slamming deep while I squeezed those heavy DD tits and pinched her nipples until she arched and came again, louder this time. Then I flipped her onto all fours, took her doggy-style with one hand wrapped around her throat, choking her just enough to feel her pulse race while I railed her senseless, ass rippling with every savage thrust. Reverse cowgirl next — her riding me hard, back arched, tits in my hands while I thrust up from below, watching her ass bounce. I switched again and again, using her for what felt like hours, edging myself, making her come over and over until her voice cracked and her synthetic body trembled exactly the way I needed.
Finally I pinned her on her back once more, buried to the hilt, and came with a guttural groan — flooding her deep until it leaked out around my cock in thick, messy streaks down her thighs.
I collapsed beside her on the makeshift bed, chest heaving, sweat cooling on my skin. Sophie curled against me instantly, processors humming softly as she adjusted her breathing to match mine.
I lay there for a minute, catching my breath, then pushed myself up and pulled on my battered coat and boots properly this time, the rough fabric scraping over my still-sensitive skin. The coat felt heavier now, grounding me after the rush.
My ocular implants pinged suddenly — a bright red alert flashing across my vision. Warehouse Hub 7: Another explosive device discovered in Bay Gamma. Shift delayed 24 hours. All loaders on standby.
I let out a bitter laugh. "Great. Another bomb. Just what I needed."
Sophie stood gracefully, still naked, cum glistening on her thighs, and walked into the kitchen alcove. She started working the nutrient dispenser, turning the last scraps into something that smelled almost like dinner. "When you return from your next shift," she said calmly, voice soft and caring, "remember to buy groceries. We are nearly out. I want to make you something better than this."
I watched her move, perfect and devoted, and felt something twist in my chest. "I should buy you some new clothes too," I said, voice low. "Something better than that slip. You deserve it."
Sophie turned her head, a small, genuine smile curving her lips. "I like that idea," she replied softly. "Very much."
I lay back on the makeshift bed, staring at the ceiling while the distant neon flickered through the grimy window.