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 The Swimmer and the Green-Skinned Babe

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Wendium, Apr 7, 2018.

  1. Wendium

    Wendium Builder of Worlds Member

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    Title: The Swimmer and the Green-Skinned Babe
    The Players: Wendium & Blueflame451
    Note: This piece was ported from another site, each post shall be replicated verbatim until the partner continues at the bottom.


    Another week, another computer nerd. While the city had a budding engineering department in its University and had several top-notch engineering firms within the city limits working on any number of fantastic technologies, from practical applications of nanogoo, to AI development, to developing the next generation of spacecraft. It was well documented that Pacifica was sitting on a stockpile of technologies that would reinvent the planet: bio-technology that can change a body on a whim, teleportation tech, advanced cybernetics, the list went on. There were even rumors of beings who could bend the laws of physics to their will. Not to mention the verified presence of an omnisexual, nearly-nymphomaniacal and definitely submissive race of what some called green-skinned space babes.

    Well, they weren’t all submissive.

    Most of Pacifica’s Four million and counting Dryads, the all-female race that gave them their legendary ‘every day, an orgy’ reputation, were what the locals called ‘Gamma’ Dryads. Short, incredibly voluptuous, able to read the emotions of those around them through an empathic link and a singular mind for ensuring the happiness of those in their midst, through whatever means, their innate intelligence focused on matters of hospitality and keeping the city running. That said nothing of a handful of ‘sexual superpowers’, the most obvious being the aphrodisiac pheromone they emitted in the scent of various flowers.

    A rarer few, maybe one in a thousand, were Alphas. Tall, athletic and possessing razor-sharp wits, they lacked their sister’s omni-empathic skill, instead only reading other Dryads. They were stronger, more aggressive and much more able to handle the harder sciences.

    Most common, however, were the ‘Deltas’, these were Dryads not born to the green skin and genetic memory of their sisters. They were human girls who ‘took the green’, trading an average life for one with the same powers as the Dryads, minus the empathic skill. Most chose the form of the Alphas, and it was they who could appear human, reasserting their original skin tone at will.

    Vanessa ‘Nessa’ Markham, was one such girl, and she’d gone six years since graduating high school and ‘taking the green’, through a college degree in computer science to where she was without a hint of anything more. Until both she and her twin sister (they were hardly twins, not for the last six years, anyway) received a summons.

    She smiled at the dossier in front of her, ‘Jake Barrett’ it read, yet another computer nerd. It wasn’t the fact he was a Computer Science major that was noteworthy, but that he was, well, a he. The Dryads, an all-female race, measured a full 40% of the local population. With the rest of the city’s ten million and the nation’s 15 million split roughly 55/45 in favor of women, men were outnumbered three to one. Even the most lopsided recruitment efforts the ministry could muster without running afoul of the outside world thinking they excluded women had trouble changing that balance. Nessa was glad they had one, for a change. Even if it was unusual for a girl like her to get paired up with a newcomer, she wasn’t one to judge the ministry’s matchmaking prowess.

    Three days later…

    The last Monday afternoon train of the month was special, it was the one the new recruits came in on. They were rallied at the airport some distance out of town and shuttled in together to meet their guides and roommates at the main transfer platform. Nessa remembered her day, or rather, her father’s, when her single father and his two then-preteen twin daughters arrived in town and they met Crysta and later the green-skinned Dryad, Violet, the women who became, for all intents and purposes, the mothers the sisters never had and for Nessa, inspiration to take the green upon her 18th birthday.

    The great city shined like a titanium and sapphire glass jewel in the early summer light behind her, not a cloud in the sky. She waited with a dozen others, the tablet she held in front of her reading ”Jake Barrett”.

    Nessa stood six feet even, with an almost-muscular athletic figure (a gift of the green). Wavy black hair with green-tinted highlights and, for today’s occasion, rose blossoms, framed a face of rich, grass-green skin and shimmering emerald eyes. Her voluptuous figure, with breasts a significant fraction of her head’s size were contained in a black tank top above a washboard-flat stomach. Long toned legs and the broad, fertile hips of her adopted race clad in low-riding jeans finished her figure off.

    The airport train glided to a halt and its doors hissed open.


    Jake has been sponsored by someone in the city who, to this point, remained anonymous. Even the ‘psych eval’ performed by an empathic seductress one-night stand he’d never forget escaped his notice as to how he was just that lucky to snag a job opportunity fresh out of one of New York City’s more mundane colleges. He’d accepted a job with CyberWaters, Inc, developing autonomous marine exploration craft and the computers that went with them.
     
  2. Wendium

    Wendium Builder of Worlds Member

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    Pacifica. It was a place paradoxically renowned for being at the forefront of the technology booms and also roasted for its hyper sexualized culture. In Jake's circles, mostly guy friends highly interested in any tech, it came up as often as from 'wow moments' from an article just read or a factoid shared as it did as fodder for bawdy jokes.

    When he had got the internship at one of Pacifica's New York offices his friends teased him about going after the M&Ms, a joke about the urban myth that that green candies were potent sexual aids. Some of his friends had seemed almost heartbroken to hear that Jake hadn't seen any green women at the office. Jake figured that was ok, as it was some of the women that did come through were enough to make you forget your name or how to walk and talk.

    Still Jake credited it as where and when his luck had really changed. He got his college credits for interning, he narrowly avoided getting heartsick over crushes that hardly seemed to pay him any attention. And when his internship finished some gorgeous woman had found him at the wifi cafe he frequented after classes and gave him a night that still lived luridly in his memory. It was hard to think about that night without blushing or getting stiff.

    It was almost too much really, so much that he hesitated, for several tormented hours, before answering the email with job offer. He said yes. Really how could he say no,? He had a pulse after all, and there was no girlfriend who would be threatened by the job.

    ...

    The trip had been unpleasant in the extreme. Jake had a case of nerves like it was the first day of school and it took him most of the trip until he had finally managed to calm down. He had mercifully got some sleep on the last leg of the flight so he wasn't a complete wreck. For the ride from the airport he was just like everyone: a tourist in awe of the shinning metropolis.

    He was still in awe of the skyline as he exited the train with a duffle bag over one shoulder and a laptop bag over the other, the straps crisscrossing across a fit torso. He almost couldn't believe it: he was in Pacifica. He had promised to get a picture of an M&M for the guys back home and almost as if the thought had summoned them up, a dozen goddesses, some green, some more of normal flesh tone were before him. Wow he though, forgetting the cityscape. It was a strain to pulls his eyes away for the gorgeous women. He exhaled up into the air through lips forming an 'o.'

    Get a hold of yourself Jake this is your new normal. He shook his head and despite the nerves a smile bloomed on his smooth face. "You made it you lucky dog." Then he recalled: didn't the letter say someone was going to pick me up. He glanced around and felt about three feet tall when he realized the beautiful women were holding tablets with names on them.

    Trying to look casual he strolled back in front of the women and turned. He was lost in a sensual eyed face for a moment, just smiling dopily. Then he looked down to her placard. Not his name. Perfect bodies, perfect breasts swam in his vision and reading names became difficult, but then his named jumped out. He looked up into the woman's face and swallowed. Holy shit an M&M!

    "Umm, Hi..." he said, suddenly projecting his voice just a little too loudly. He cleared his through and pointed to her tablet, "I'm Jake..."

    Realizing he was probably staring he looked away. He hadn't remembered when his face had gotten hot.
     
  3. Wendium

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    Nessa smiled warmly. She'd long gotten used to the reaction. She'd not have taken the green if she didn't want to live with the consequences after all. "Nessa," she said simply, putting the tablet away with her free hand. She admired how well-put-together then man was. Clearly the internship in well-to-do New York had done him a world of good. Made him... Her eyes roamed his swimmer's body and smiled a half-smirk of approval as her skin reflexively flushed a shade of three darker. She knew he'd be attractive to her, but wasn't sure which part of her was reacting to his obvious virility-- the little girl from Texas or the green-skinned mutant nymphomaniac wanting to breed with anything that moved. Either way, she licked her lips unconsciously before she spoke again.
    "Welcome to Pacifica City, Mr. Barrett, if you'll follow me, we have a subway waiting for us," she motioned down the platform to an escalator where the men and women who were pairing off all seemed to be headed.

    ---

    Jake was grateful his escort didn't make something about his reaction. Of course who was he kidding the way she looked he wouldn't hold it against her. He had looked back in time to see her licking her lips and he was giving a nervous little laugh when she welcomed him to the city. He squashed the nervous chuckle in his throat. "Thanks.... Nessa." The hesitation made it sound like the 'Va' sound of her given name had been edited out. "And you can just call me Jake. I mean no need for the Mister, I'm not anybodies dad. That I know of." Jake winced at the bad joke and wished he had maybe been born without a tongue.

    He followed Nessa toward the platform and tried to recover somewhat, "Wow Pacifica has a subway. Does it cover much of the city?" Ok that was better, something someone who isn't an ass might say Jake was still mentally scolding himself and he had to remind himself to listen to Nessa's reply.

    Valiantly soldiering on with the small talk, Jake was building up a little confidence again. "Thanks for coming to meet me. Do you work for Cyber Waters too?" He even manage a pleasant smile this time, his eyes only drifting down her incredible body a little as they walked. Her movements seemed like a sort of poetry to Jake. Oh come on, he chided himself, how about you try not to crush on the Pacifica girl you meet.

    ---

    Nessa chuckled at his comment about the subway and whipped out the tablet, handing it to him. "The city core is ten miles across, with the entire city perimeter another ten, all arranged in a circular pattern." The city map showed a series of concentric rings, the inner 26 of them spaced a thousand feet apart and the outer rings 2,000. In the inner set, labeled 'The Core' subways ran around every third ring, if not more of them, and the major avenues leading radially away from the very center all carried subway lines. "Subways on all the major rings and avenues, streetcar topside there and everywhere else. No one drives in Pacifica, Jake, and no, I don't work for the same company you do. We may be a bunch of hedonists, but we are civilized" she said as they finished their decent on the escalator to the subway platform. "I suggest keeping that tablet, it's a fairly comprehensive guide to the people and places around her, myself included," she said.

    She'd been warned about the anxieties newcomers have. She didn't, she, and the city, were too young in those early days.

    She cleared her throat as she ushered him to the main platform where a train had yet to arrive. "As for me, I work for a different company, I work in older languages, mostly C and C++. The city has a lot of technology that needs more than a little coaxing to integrate with more traditional technologies, and since there's a huge market for our tech on the global market there's no shortage of work." It was a day job for her, of course, something that gave her more than a little free time.

    ---

    Taking the tablet Jake studied the interesting city layout it revealed. He blinked as at the civilization comment, his shoulders slouched a bit. It seemed he had offended her with the small talk or probably his poor joke.

    He stood beside Nessa on the platform. A little surprised that she was giving him the tablet he found a pocket on the laptop bag to store it. Turning back to Nessa he tried on a conciliatory smile. "When you said older languages I thought Latin or something for a minute," he teased playfully, but he took a moment to study her more carefully. Green. Undeniably attractive. But he also started to see her differently. Sure she was probably the most gorgeous code-monkey he had ever seen but he felt like he might actually have something in common with her.

    He glanced around the platform and the other commuters starting to feel a little more at ease. "So no one drives in the city. How about biking? I mean if I can get an apartment close to work I think I'd rather bike to work then ride the subway."

    ---

    Nessa nodded. "a lot of people do, the city is very bikeable when the weather cooperates," she said, dodging the quip about languages being old. "I'll remind you anywhere in the city is 50 miles or less from Kansas prairie. Aside from the geographic advantage and fertile land this place makes no sense. The summers are blistering, the winters cold, but it was the fertile ground that started this thing."
    Or rather, it was how the leader of her adopted race's ancestors chose this as a breeding site. A mutant bent on dominating the world by assimilating every woman to be like them, and using every man for breeding stock, whose physiology let them draw nutrients and mass from the soil like plants. Now, almost 30 years of genetic tinkering later, even the few original members of Sierra's Army couldn't do that any more, nor their descendants, but their other seductive powers remained, and that was what compelled her to do what she did.
    She inhaled. "Long story," she mused, tapping the edge of the tablet, "it's all in there. Suffice to say your office is about two city blocks from where you will be living," she bounced on her heels. "with me."

    She looked around on the platform. There were creatures of various sorts, notably a few elves, and several other green-skinned girls of various shapes and sizes and-- she looked over near a wall, seeing a small commotion. Three women, two of them in scrubs, were kneeling around another newcomer, doubled-over in the recovery stages of a panic attack. She brushed it aside as she exchange a glance with the third girl, a red-and-brown-haired Neko whose face resembled Nessa's. Her sister was also here picking up a newbie and it seemed she already had her work cut out for her.

    Nessa returned her attention back to Jake and smiled a gigawatt smile that lit up the enclosed platform as the rumble of a train could be heard in the distance.

    ---

    He was looking at the assorted people here. Mentally cataloging a dizzying arrays of strange and unique physical qualities that had existed, for Jake, only in his imagination or in photos and videos of Pacifica City and the Amazon Spas. It was so strange.

    So strange that he was only partly listening to the bit about the weather. He understood what she was saying but growing up in New Mexico meant getting use to Kansas prairie heat wouldn't be too hard, on top of that riding out New York winters, not to mention a blizzard, left him confident he could handle whatever the city threw at him. Weather pattern wise.

    Blinking suddenly Jake's head spun to face Nessa. "With you?" His blush returned and he swallowed hard. His voice was suddenly tight, "It said I would be sharing an apartment but I just assumed it would be with someone... well someone moving here for work." He avoided saying someone normal. Still somewhere past his own surprise and anxiety Jake though he read eagerness in his bouncing escort. Was she excited too or just happy to tease him, he couldn't be sure.

    The commotion got Jake out of his head and he turned to watch. Concern had him draw in a little closer to Nessa, their shoulders brushing. "Is he ok?" Jake asked in sympathetic tones. His eyes scanned the crowd which mostly seemed about as surprised as Nessa. He wondered where the women in scrubs had come from. Here awfully fast, they must have been waiting in the wings he decided. The thought was delayed for long seconds by his mind locking up on the sight of a luscious rear filling out scrub pants. Jake shook his head head, "I guess that sort of thing happens a lot."

    Looking back at Nessa he was engulfed in her radiant smile and felt his heart start ache with some core deep desire. He stared in a happy daze for a moment back before pulling his eyes toward the approaching train. "I think I got over my jitters early, right after I got on the plane." He confessed with a soft chuckle. And realizing he had not moved away from Nessa he let their shoulders brush together as a happy and nervous smile tugged at his lips.

    As the train pulled up Jake spared a look back for the person in distress before moving toward the train.

    ---

    Nessa shrugged off the blush of his and the initial comment about the panic attack. "It happens, not everyone handles fantasy slamming into the mundane well," she gestured above them, "and Perimeter East Medical is right on top of the transit hub, so they have people down here on arrival days for just such occurrences."
    She wrapped an arm around his shoulder in a protective gesture and the scent of wildflowers hit him. "As for us," she rturned to his first comment as they boarded the train, a spotless, pristine subway car that looked nothing like its New York counterparts, and took a seat for two near the door. "Those of us without permanent attachments live in Single Resident Quarters, communal apartments, like college dorms but with much better privacy. It's not so much for us as it is for the Gamma Dryads," she said matter-of-factly. "There are four million of them and can't keep more than a few dozen together before their pheremones become a problem for normals, so they're spread out. And since they can't tolerate being alone, every three or four of us gets one of them as a, ah," she pursed her lips, "well, most of us call them our keepers, actually."

    ---

    Giving Nessa a glance Jake enjoyed the closeness and the smell of her, but the body language made him feel like her little brother or something which he didn't like quite as much. He was grateful to take a seat and shrug off his bags, the duffle and laptop bag went down between his feet and his legs spread to make room for the luggage so his knee and thigh brushed against Nessa's in the seat beside him. It made something ache inside him.

    Listening and nodding Jake's mind worked over what she was saying, but clearly there was still a lot he didn't understand. His mouth twisted faintly at the mention of 'normals' but he didn't comment on it or seem to dwell on it as the conversation moved to more curious territory. "Keepers? Like they are your keepers or they're a keeper?"

    He listened for her answer before admitting, "Wow I've got a lot to learn, Pacifica feels a little like another world. Hope you don't mind more questions in the future," Jake chuckled before giving Nessa a soft and friendly nudge with his elbow, "Well besides other... um dryads. Why don't you tell me a little about yourself? I'm mean we're going to be roommates and all."

    ---

    She laughed. "Oh, you'll get used to it in time, and as for the whole keeper thing, I've never met someone who didn't get out their door clean and dressed perfectly for whatever their occasion with either a full stomach or the promise of a square meal thanks to their resident dryad. As for me," she sat back in the chair and relaxed, giving him more space and trying her best to reverse the undercurrent of uncomfortableness she'd accidentally put in the air. "my sister and I moved here when we were 6, our father was one of the first recruited by the city to help build and market several technological gadgets. When I wasn't tinkering with making a game on the turn-of-the-millennium pile of circuits my dad insisted I learn on, I played the flute and was captain of my school's Overwatch 2 team," her eyes relaxed as she remembered a well-loved past, "and then I went to school for computer sciences and took the green to really fuck with everyone's head, and here I am," she mused, hands gesticulating wildly as she went until they landed on her legs.


    ---

    Jake liked the shift from lecture to conversation and her sudden animation made the joyfulness of the memories contagious. A warm and genuine smile grew across his youthful features and he eagerly joined in, sharing bits of his past as well. An early fascination in computers, study and play programming and his own stint at e-sports. It didn't take much for Jake to start gushing about computers, just as likely to be the latest treads in hardware, software of gaming.

    Realizing he was geeking-out a bit he reeled in with a small smile. "Cool, cool..." He said recovering a more casual tune. "So still hot for tech, still gaming, or sort of leave some of that behind?" He had known plenty of people that lost the interest in one or both as they got older and got responsible. He still gamed but not in the rabid all consuming way he had done as a teen.

    ---

    Nessa absorbed everything he told her, finding common threads here and there, and then giggled at his comment. "Well, all of it, really," she said, her face twisting in a ponderous expression, "I mean time is the one true enemy, isn't it? Really the biggest casualty was programming for fun when I grew up, and," she ran her hands down her sides as if to emphasize her figure. It worked a little too well given her shape. "I really just got myself all assimilated by the dryads because I wanted the superpowers. I didn't expect it to make me quite as animated as it did. They said there were no introverted dryads and I guess that happened to me, too."

    The "#9" train has passed station "Zulu", then "Victor". The first station looked like something out of a noir film, dull gray brick, wrought iron fixtures and the mood lighting to go with it. Victor was more rustic with a main wall opposite the train platform dominated by a picture window looking into an endless wine cellar full of wooden casks.

    'Tango' looked like it belonged in Tron or one of the virtual 'cyber' realms of yore, with wall panels of iridescent greens and blue tht looked like circuit tracings. She stood, straightened and offered him a hand. "Here we are, Tango 9. My place," she cleared her throat, "ours, rather," is just a little bit north of here."

    The doors hissed open for them.


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    The gesture, Nessa's hands sliding down her body, drew Jake's eyes and he had the sudden urge to pass his hands over her, to duplicate the gesture. His palms itched to traces her incredible figure from bust to hips. Superpowers indeed. Suddenly she was the incredible beauty again and Jake swallowed looking away feeling like the train car had gone suddenly hot. "I can't imagine..." Jake murmured with uncertainty, the threads of conversation flying suddenly beyond reach.

    His gaze rested on the window looking out of the train. The stations they passed seemed themselves like little fantasy worlds hidden in the fantasy world that was Pacifica, and each station held commuters, some normal seeming and others that looked strange, beautiful, exotic or bizarre. Those people fit no more in there station's microcosms then they did in the world Jake knew. Even the last years in a cultural melting pot like New York didn't prepare him for a place like this. He felt overwhelmed and while part of him thrilled to have someone like Nessa close, as a roommate seemed too close, too much. Too much indeed. He wondered how long until he could afford his own place.

    He came back to reality as Nessa announced Tango station was her place, their place. He felt a little dizzy. He looked at her hand like it was a serpent. He wanted to grab it and dash happily to 'their' place, or maybe he wanted to grab her. After an awkward moment he looked up into her face and offered a strained smile. He filled his hands instead with his bags tossing one, then the other over his shoulders. "Lead the way," he said trying, and succeeding, to find his own enthusiasm. Whatever his misgivings this was exciting, it was his future, it was what he wanted. Even if he was a 'normal' next to some 'super-powered' dryad. He told himself he was over-thinking things but part of him somehow mourned for the girl he had never known, the Nessa that had liked the things he did.

    The new scenery lifted his spirits and got him out of his own head. He flashed a genuine smile as he eyed the station. First head moving side to side then he turned around slowly to take the whole place in as they walked toward the station's exit. "What is going on here?" He said with a little laugh. "I noticed each station had its own look, what's up with that?" He didn't care if he looked like a tourist just then, exploring was exciting.


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    The station's dark, circuit-traced walls sharply contrasted the otherwise harsh lighting as they made their way to the surface escalator. "They're themed, usually after either a pun on the name or as a reflection of what's nearby. Each station, both on the radial main lines and the rings is a little different, though the 9 and 27 lines are the more elaborate ones as they're attached to the airports and get the most tourist traffic. The city planners had a sense of humor when they named the rings as well, and Whisky, for example, ended up with the wineries, distilleries, and warehouses," she furrowed her brow, "those those moved to the outer rings when they were finished and the original warehouses became lofts. Tango and the surrounding rings are where the tech companies hang out and 'Tron'" she gestured around them, "seemed like a foregone conclusion. It doesn't hurt that the city poached several planners from Disney. They helped both design the layout and how the city hides its infrastructure." She gestured to the floor, "there's a whole automated subway system below this one that runs freight from one place to another and another automated garbage system below that and no private self-powered vehicles are allowed in the city except under special circumstances."

    She stepped onto the escalator and slid on a pair of sunglasses pulled from a pocket just as the daylight hit her. Her skin took on a shimmer as she relaxed out of what seemed to be reflex. They were deposited at street level at the base of a high rise on the north side of the intersction between a 'spoke' and the circular "T" ring road. On the opposite side of the curving road wasn't more buildings, but a swath of green park land the full width of the distance to the next ring 1000 feet away. Playgrounds, ball fields, trees, ponds, all were visible in both directions with paths criss-crossing here and there. Even the main thoroughfare was no match for the greenery, which clung to a broad bridge spanning the road creating a tunnel for railed streetcars, bicycles and the small carts that plied the asphalt. The streets and sidewalks were relatively quiet for it was still a few hours before rush hour. She held his hand the entire time, not willing to let him go just yet. She felt his excitement and it was just as contagious as she thought it'd be.

    The 30 and 40-story buildings, some spanning the entire block to the next ring out were a mix of offices on the lower levels and apartments up high. She turned north and past a corner store reading 'Apothecary and potions' and turned into the lobby of a building a few steps past that right before an access road. "Here we are, Tango 88," she said, "Or to be precise, Tango 88, 30A," she held the door for him, rattling off her address.

    A metal-skinned android stood behind a desk guarding a wall of mailboxes. If not for the android at the concierge desk the lobby wouldn't be out of place in an upscale dwelling in New York. She hit the elevator's call button and paused, turning to gesture to the robot. "Jake, this is Robbie, the building's AI avatar and ah, doorman," she smirked to herself, "or rather, door-droid, I guess."

    The 'droid nodded at Jake. "Good afternoon," it said in a smoothly mechanical voice, "may I help you, sir?"


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    Jake was still taking everything in. "Sounds crazy," he said his tone saying it was a good crazy, not the bad sort. He was glad he'd be living and working here because as a visitor he'd never have the time to explore all these unique stations and the places they connected to. The subway had been a utility, often a requirement, to his life in New York but the designers of this ultra-modern oasis had found a way to make even that interesting.

    He hadn't intended to hold Nessa's hand but somehow they were hand in hand on the street. He didn't mind. Once he was introduce to the droid though his hand slipped free and he stepped forward to examine the robot. "Robbie? Someone is fond of the classics." He said with a chuckle then to the android. "Please to meet you Robbie. Can you tell me your specs? About this body and your software?"

    His enthusiasm to engage the bot/AI was obvious and unhindered by the crushing sexual tension that interacting with Nessa kept seeming to bring up he dove in with rabid curiosity. What was its operating kernel, what human interface software was it utilizing and more. He lobbed his questions eagerly at the technological marvel forgetting that he was a guest and maybe he should ask for help with his bags or finding his room.

    After a few moments he remembered himself and brushing a hand through his hair he looked at Nessa and chuckled awkwardly. "Ah sorry to keep you waiting on me playing tourist with the robots." He turned back to the 'door-droid' and waved, "Hey Robbie, thanks. Good talk."
     
  4. Wendium

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    The 'droid looked at him with an expressionless face, though one might call is 'bemused' after a curious tilt of the head as Jake moved off. These particular models of droid, it seemed, weren't built to get into raw technical detail and simply ignored it.

    The elevator soon arrived and whisked them up to the 30th floor where a wide, well-lit hallway with only a handful of doors in either direction. Nessa walked to one end and stopped at the one labeled '30A' and held the inside of her wrist out to a reader by the door.
    The clock softly clicked and the door popped open inwardly. She pushed it open and smiled over her shoulder, "chip implant," she said with a smirk.

    Her apartment was, as far as they city's 'single' population went, abnormal, for she had no set roommate. the studio apartment had a large living area that, while made of hardwood floors, brightly-painted walls, modern light fixtures and floor-to-ceiling walls that looked down on the park, a very large computer 'nest' dominated the room with a dozen screens arranged around a desk with a huge comfortable chair, obviously well worn, and several generations of VR interfaces.

    She blushed a dark green. "This is my place," she said, "spartan as it is."

    The bedroom off to one side had a very large bed that was well-made and obviously, rarely used, if ever.
     
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    It seemed Robbie was more animatronic gimmick than technological marvel and Jake's interest cooled quickly leaving him feeling foolish that he had been duped. However effective the program might be at managing power, water, luggage or delivers to the apartment it seemed it hardly deserved the term A.I. considering its lack of social adaptability, especially since interacting with residence would be a key aspect of functionality. Cynically Jake started to reel in his sense of wonder.

    Jake followed Nessa in with a nervous smile of his own. Inside he blinked a few times his eyes flicking back and forth about the place. Spartan was right. The things Nessa had confided in him on the way here clashed against the first impression of the apartment, the parts not fitting together. No introverted dryads she had told him, yet here her place was way more techie shut-in haven than an inviting social space. Mentally he updated his own plans. I am really going to need to find my own place.

    Still processing and not knowing quiet what to say Jake went over to the window giving the only genuine complement he could. "Gorgeous view." It was an incredible view and Jake allowed himself to be lost in it for a moment, the artfully designed modern city and park on display before. He gave a happy sigh and turned away from the window. Looking about his expression of confusion becoming obvious all of a sudden. "Is there just the one bedroom?" As soon as the words were out of his mouth he blushed.
     
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    Nessa nodded, "there is, and I can see how this place might look to you after everything I said about myself. It's..." she paused, moving around to perch herself in her chair. "this is mess my usual living space and more where I spend time when I need to be alone, which is to say I spend about 10 hours a week here, if that. I may be a genetic anomaly with a sex drive that could fuck a football team and still want more, but," she again ran her hands down her body and then tapped the side of her head with a smirk, "inside these killer curves lives a little introvert who needs her 'me' time every so often," she spun around in her chair gesturing to her gear before completing a circuit, "I know, weird." she stood up, "you couldn't fill an Overwatch team with all the Delta's like me in the entire city, and when there are about 400,000 Deltas to begin with, you get to see just how much of a weirdo I really am."

    She sighed for a moment before perking up again, "I guess we'll be getting more use out of this place now that you're here," she said, moving back to him and putting her hands gently on his shoulders, still smiling.

    She she did so a whirring 'click' came from a closet door in the hallway and another 'droid stepped out. This one shorter than Robbie with a more feminine curve to 'her' torso chassis.

    "Greetings, Vanessa," it said in a calm, feminine voice as it walked toward them and stopped a respectful distance away. Not that there was very far to go in the small room. "may I get you or your companion a drink?"

    Nessa sighed to herself and wheeled Jake around to face her. "Jake," she said, gesturing with her chin to the robot, "Rosie, she keeps house while I'm away."
     
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    Jake listened, feeling more and more out of his depth with this woman, this dryad. He wondered how much of her talk was hyperbole. The mention of fucking a football team made him shift with more than a little discomfort. He was feeling like common ground between them was vanishing fast. The voice inside his head was screaming that he really did need his own place before he got eaten alive by this female. No matter how pleasurable that might be.

    He smirked a little at the maid-bot, mostly at her name and decided to try it out. "Sure Rosie, a glass of water would be great." He shrugged out from under Nessa's hands couching the gesture in the movement to pull the duffle and laptop bags off his shoulders. "So, um... where can I put these?" His mouth was dry and he felt his insides quivering in a mixture of social anxiety, outright fear and excitement as he noted she didn't correct him about only one bedroom.
     
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    Rosie nodded, "of course, right away," she looked at Nessa, "and you, mistress," Rosie asked.
    "Same," Nessa said, moderately flustered by the housekeeper's appearance.

    "right away," the gynoid said, moving off to the small kitchen to prepare the drinks.

    Nessa let go as she felt the tension in his shoulder rise. "Oh... I'm sorry," she said, her voice apologetic as she backed away, I," she sighed slightly, "sometimes I get carried away with myself. I, ah, don't have much experience with outworlders, not in person, anyway," she took his bags from him and set them at the foot of the bed. "When I'm talking to someone over the 'net I'm just normal old Vanessa," she said. "In person, all the dryad biochemical tricks do their thing and I get a little carried away. Most around here know it comes with dealing with us, I guess..." she laughed a little, "I guess I should have warned you." She straightened up and unconsciously stretched her arms over her head, thrusting her breasts out and causing her shirt to ride up, "as for the bed, its yours if you don't mind sharing more often than not," she chuckled, "hell, this apartment may as well be yours for all the time I'll spend here. Unless," her gaze turned smoldery for a moment as she locked gazes with him, "that's what you want," she said in a silky-smooth seductive voice.

    Her expression changed a moment later, back to the perky-eyed, excited and curious face she'd had when they first met, "now then," she perched herself on the edge of the bed, biting her lip, "we can either clear the tension from the room now, or later."
     
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    Jake felt a bit guilty as the awkwardness become obvious. "Oh it's fine," he lied unconvincingly, sweeping a hand like it might push the whole thing away. His temples pulsed as he was acutely aware he was following her to the bedroom, to the bed. Her tempting stretch made him really wish that water would show up for his drying mouth.

    Then she was talking about sharing the bed, or giving him run of the place. His head was swimming and her smoldering gaze made Jake feel like he was melting. All of him going soft and gooey except for the sudden hot, hard throb filling his jeans. His body seemed to register the position, her seated before him, his member throbbing in the trapped bulge of his jeans. Suddenly he couldn't remember why he had wanted to run away.

    "I don't want to chase you out of your own place." Jake murmured his deep voice suddenly low. Sensing the invitation that Nessa seemed to be Jake took a step closer and reached out a bold hand. His fingertips gently brushing back some of her wavy black hair.

    Whatever the gesture was about to become it ended at the appearance of the robo-maid. The newcomer to the room seemed to remind Jake he was getting fresh with the girl he only just meet. His hand shot back to his side and he pulled his eyes away as he stepped back. He gave a cough into his fist and forced a self-conscious smile toward Nessa.
     
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    Rosie unobtrusively held out two glasses of water. Nessa reached up, grabbed the glass and sat back right where she was, taking a long drink herself. "You seem to think that I don't want this, want you," she said, tilting her head to the left inquisitively. "If I didn't want you, we wouldn't be here now," she said, beckoning him with a 'come hither' from her free hand. "I don't know what you may have heard about how we do things, but we're all very proud sluts here," she continued before finishing off the glass and handing it back to Rosie as she stood. Her tank top vanished with a blink of her eyes, the black fabric liquefying to shiny silver goo that fell off her shoulder, slid town her torso, pooled itself at her feet and solidified into a dark gray lump. It revealed her teardrop shaped breasts, having freed them from a bra at the same time, and her tight, almost-washboard stomach. "It's not a dirty word here, and we find it's counterproductive to make a game out of desire." Her eyes went to the ceiling for a second, then she looked at his feet, then his eyes. "It makes us seem like we come on strong, or are forward, because back where you come certain elements look down upon girls who do that, no?"
     
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    Retreating into his own glass of water Jake took a long thirsty gulp. "No it's not that, I just..." He started but stalled. Talking about it, about his misgivings was a sure way to kill any mood he though. He didn't want the complication, he didn't want to have a crush on a girl who needed a football team to be satisfied.

    His thoughts were derailed by the suddenly liquid garment oozing down to the floor. He stepped back, "What the fuck..." His eyes lifted with hers and only then did he register her nudity. "Holy shit, you're naked. I mean gorgeous." A loop-sided smile rested on his youthful but handsome face, "Gorgeous and naked."

    His growing desire for her had become something wild, stronger than his reservations or his doubts. It was hot ball deep in his core, and it was a throbbing heat, thrumming with his heartbeat in the crowded confines of his jeans.

    He dropped the empty glass back into the robo-maid's hands. "That's all Rosie can you...go." He sidestepped the melted clothing and sat down next to the half-naked green beauty. He reached out and ran his hands through her black tresses, so he he gently held her face in his hands. Her heady fragrance was making him drunk. "It's not that." he said again about looking down on certain behavior. "It's..." he leaned in, whispered, "...not important," an instant before his lips meet hers in a eager kiss, his restraint evaporating on the winds of sexual chemistry and overwhelming desire.
     
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    The robot compiled and left them alone.
    Nessa shivered as he ran his hands through her hair for the first time and finally relaxed. She smiled as goosebumps ran down her skin as he whispered in her ear and kissed her. She had yet to warn him about her myriad abilities inherent to her adopted race and the mere act of kissing her hit him like a ton of bricks, her rosewater-tasting sweat overwhelming the senses. If there was a smoldering amount of tension, something, some pheromone in her lips was incredibly flammable and turned it into an inferno, if only a brief one. It was enough for her to grab him, flip around on the bed and straddle his seated figure, pressing her thighs into his as she grabbed him by the face and held the kiss.

    She broke the kiss ten seconds after he'd first kissed her and rested her forearms on his shoulders and moaned musically as she licked her lips, tasting him. "I... need to warn you," she moved in and whispered in cool, bubbling soprano that wasn't there before, "this is gonna get wild, so no matter how strange things feel at first, just go with it."
     
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    They kissed, Jake pushing his mouth to hers as he leaned his chest up into Nessa as she climbed into his lap. The incredible sexual chemistry rocketed through him. He had felt it before during his amazing one night stand after his internship back in New York. He had suspected, now he knew and right now it didn't matter. That kiss and the warm body of the pheromone oozing goddess was all that mattered.

    She issued her warning and his brain flopped helpless in his addled skull. This was trouble, this was the complication he really ought to avoid. A one night stand with a horny green babe was one thing, but with his roommate? Trouble.

    It didn't seem his body wasn't listening to those worries anymore. His brain was drowning in the roiling ocean of sexual pheromones and Jake was the lifeguard distracted by making out with the topless green lovely.

    Jake fell back on the bad, stretching out on his back. He lifted his hips under Nessa, flirtily grinding his hard bulge against her warm nethers. "Things feel pretty good right now," he slurred, that loop-sided grin coming back to his handsome face. He pushed his hands up her body, from her narrow waist over her ribs until her large green breasts filled his hands. "You are freaking beautiful," he gushed! Suddenly he had the urge to lick her sweet tasting sweat from between her cleavage and he sat up pushing his face between the held orbs to kiss and lick her.
     
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    Nessa lifted her hips and reached behind her, blindly unbuttoning and unzipping his pants with one hand before leaning forward to press herself into him. her rosewater taste lingered on his lips as she placed her hands on his shoulders for balance, squeezing her breasts around his head with her elbows.
    Her back arched slightly as she pressed her hips into him, grinding her body against him. The sound of racing, bubbling water came from her hips for an instant. An instant later she was naked. Utterly and completely naked. her legs squeezed his hips hungrily as she looked down at him, fire in he eyes. Not that he could see.
    She ground herself against him three more times before her breathing, progressively quickening, stopped as she pulled back from him abruptly. She growled with minor frustration.
    Her legs walked her back to the edge of the bed and she briefly put her feet to the ground. "Stupid clothing,' she grumbled, grabbing his pants and pulling them to his ankles by sheer brute force.
    She ran her hands up his now-bare legs and bent over his cock, smiling to herself as she looked up at him and let out a long purr of anticipation.
     
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    Jake let out an groan of excitement, muffled by the breasts in his face, as she skillfully opened his jeans. He kissed and licked a wet path back and forth across chest worshipping her ample bust before his mouth sought her nipples. He ignored the strange noise and sensation of her pants becoming viscous and falling away instead relishing the feel of her nude hips and thighs against him.

    When she pulled away her nipple came out of his mouth with a wet pop and Jake immediately smiled at her, passion glowing in his blue-eyed gaze.

    Sensing her desire he kicked off his shoes and instant before she yanked his pants down. His erection sprang into view, not showing a bit of Jake earlier reservations. His hands pushed him back up to a comfortable seat on the bed before he pulled his shirt off over his head. He was naked now too, except for socks and the bundled jeans and underwear at his ankles. He was lean and healthy, in better shape that someone might have first expected from a tech hire. His broad shoulders and narrow waist made an appealing 'v' drawing the eye to his crotch where his impressive cock that swayed ready. He was handsome and well put together but next to the green goddess he seemed ordinary.

    Laying back on the bed he stared down at the beauty over his jutting cock. He ran his fingers through her black hair, the caressing push was carefully turned to a tight fisted grip of her hair. Chewing at his lower lip his gaze was drawn to Nessa's own plump lips telegraphing his typical male desire. The shaky breath that rattled out of his throat told how excited he was.
     
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    Nessa let out a low, pleased purr-like moan as he pulled her hair and gazed up at him with a look of pure hunger in her eyes before parting her lips, licking them and hungrily wrapped them around the head of his cock, sucking gently at first while humming enthusiastically as she savors his unique taste. He was well-endowed, at least as far as her experience with 'outworlders' was concerned. She licked and fondled his head as if it were sweet candy, and something in her head, in her body made that mental connection for her as his pheromones interacted with her own chemistry.

    Strictly speaking her own mildly-mutagenic 'gifts' were nothing compared to those of even most of her sisters who'd also 'taken the green', to say nothing of those born into it. Still, even her kiss lit a fire his loins more powerful than the best aphrodisiacs produced anywhere else and even her touch made his member harden and swell to its fullest, most aching potential between her lips. Her hands pulled back to graze her fingers down his thighs, teasing at both his inner and outer thighs as she savored the moment.
     
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    At first Jake moaned softly in pleasure as Nessa's mouth engulfed him. However as the contact and more importantly the strange chemical interplay took over, setting the blazing fire of desire he let out a surprised gasp, "fuck," and then fell silent. His back arched and his jaw clenched and his wide eyes were riveted on the ceiling. For an instant something like fear trickled from his brain running like ice water down his spine. However the growing warmth at his core swallowed those icy tendrils of fear and the mounting need he felt was quickly overcoming thought or fear.

    He writhed helplessly underneath her for a minute, torn between escape and indulgence. When he glanced back down at her it was clear what urge had won out. His turgid length throbbed with an intensity so sharp and powerful it was almost painful. With a shuddering groan he pulled Nessa by the hair, guided her face down. His hips bounced, fucking up toward her mouth with wild and desperate passion.

    Almost as soon as the motion started it stalled. Jake could hardly believe he was doing this to a girl he had just meet. He stamped down the wild impulses. His demand seemed to slacken though his need for her was still screaming. He let go his fistfuls of hair and carefully stroked back the dark locks to see Nessa's face. His passionate gaze measured her. It was clear he wanted to embrace his sudden burning need for her and take control, to pillage her mouth.
     
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    Nessa felt his arousal build, his need reach a fiery climax, then felt felt him stop cold. Her hands and arms, in contact with him, felt his hesitation, felt him holding back.
    She gazed up at his eyes with mild confusion and lifted her lips from his swollen, overly-engorged member with a very thick, very red head and licked her lips. "Mmmm," she purred, "you felt my kiss, good,"
    She crawled up onto the bed, resting her knees between his and sitting herself on her heels, her toes disappearing off the edge of the bed before she bent over again, pressing her breasts around his cock and squeezing them together as she kissed his well-toned abs and chest. Then she gave him a slightly more-than-playful bite on the left peck and let out a low growl. Her eyes met his once more and she straightened up. Her hands grasped him by the hips and lifted up, pushing him away from her an inch or three. He had precious headroom between him and the headboard, but the few inches mattered and soon made up the difference enough for her mouth to return to the head of his cock, teasing it with her tongue for a second before she again eyed him. "I know you want me," she said in a low, sultry voice that wasn't there before, "be as rough as you want, I can take it." She gave him three taps on the left hip with one hand, "three taps is red, the rest is up to you," she said before running her tongue up the seriously-hard ten inch length of his every so slightly 'gifted' length.
     
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    Nodding in mute agreement that he wanted her he staring down at her, his hungry gaze told of his burning lust just as plainly as did his engorged member. Doubt, affection, guilt and reluctance swirled in his mind, the emotions roiled with the impossible desire and lust he felt for the green beauty. Jake nodded in slow agreement as she explained the three taps. He tenderly brushed his fingers over the dark flush of her green cheek.

    Chewing his lower lip Jake was suddenly in motion again. First he stuffed a pillow behind his head. He piled Nessa's hair at the back of head, making a ponytail in his fist that served as his prime handhold. His other hand rested on her forehead to give him more control of her position and angle.

    A small smile twisted Jake's lips as he guided Nessa back down to his cock. Careful and almost teasing he lowered her mouth down over his cock. Slowly up and down he moved her lips over him. Priming himself as he filled more and more of mouth and eventually her throat. He was testing her limits and finding little.

    His careful movements gave way to a guiding Nessa in a deep-throating blowjob. It was vigorous and passionate, almost wild, that would have challenged most (human) girls. He groaned under her, his hips raising to meet her lips, fucking himself into her throat each time he lowered her face. "Oh fuck Nessa!..." he gasped enthralled by her talents and her willingness to sexual please him. "I'm close..." he grunted out past his tightening throat. As his orgasm grew closer he was letting her set the final pace, though he encouraged her to go fast and deep, he just didn't trust himself to stop if she needed to.
     
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    Were her intentions merely to fill her stomach with his seed she'd have kept him where he was deep in her throat. That wasn't what she was after, of course. She wanted to taste him. Needed to.

    She didn't need his voice to tell him he was close. She could feel the subtle changes in his cock as it stiffened as hard as it could. Her mouth shot up his length until her lips encircled only his head. Several well-placed flicks of her tongue to the base of his head pushed him over the edge. Her hand reached up and grabbed at his chest as she inhaled sharply, carrying with it a strong moan of pleasure, just enough to hasten his inevitable climax.
     

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