PASsport, Happening Encounters Day 10 free porn video

8PHE0010 Word Count 4996 ********* Day 10, Thursday Kinny woke up to someone shaking his foot. It was Jazelle. She was wearing running shorts and a sports bra. The bra looked sturdy enough to hold up Times Square. The downside of having huge melons, Kinny supposed. "Time to start your workday, Bo." Kinny got up on one elbow. He looked down. He was sleeping naked. He had an erection. Jazelle saw him look. She smiled. "I've seen it. No need to cover up." She tossed him some clothes. "Put these on. We're going to the gym." A pair of purple running shorts, with the PASsport logo. A pair of skin-tone man panties. Or just panties, he supposed. A swim-skin top similar to the one he'd worn yesterday. Except this one was purple, and it had the company logo. "I'm not going to be able to put on the briefs until you leave the room." She looked down. "I turn you on?" Kinny smiled. "Dreams. I woke up this way. But, yes. You're a girl; you're in my room when I'm naked, and I couldn't help but hear you and Joi enjoying yourself last night. So." "I don't think a cold shower will help." "It helped last night." "Or. You can drop to the floor. Twenty push-ups and twenty sit-ups." "Make it forty. And you do them with me." "So," she said, watching his erection go to half mast, "You're only pussy-whipped for Joi?" Kinny laughed. "What makes her special?" Jazz adjusted her bra. Kinny's penis grew fully erect again. "Don't know. I woke up one morning. I think I was five. And I said to myself, 'I think I'll fall helplessly in love with my babysitter.' Everyone told me it was a crush. Infatuation. Temporary." "You know she's gay, right?" Kinny smiled. "What was your first clue?" He stepped into the swim skin. His erection melted. He stepped into the briefs. He noticed that he was taller than Jazz. Just a bit. "Got something for you," she said. "It came in by courier drone." She produced an ID. Kinny now had a company ID. The picture looked like a DMV version of Anabelle. With shorter hair, dyed black. It also looked enough like Kinny that he could pass. Probably a composite image of both faces. Kinny clipped it to his collar. "Better to clip this on your sleeve," Jazz told him. "Wear the safety strap around your arm. Like this. Joi lost her ID twice. It's expensive - in time and favors - to get a new one." "Where's your ID?" "Don't have one." Jazz smiled. "I'm a hobby gamer, not an employee." Kinny pulled on his shorts, socks and running shoes. He started for the door. "Nuh," Jazz said. She held him back. "Hair." "What?" "Fix your hair. I cut it. I'm not letting you walk outside looking like you slept in it." Jazz ran him to the gym. Jazz's pace was quicker than Joi's pace. Kinny arrived at the gym out of breath. "I'm dropping you off now. Don't forget the wind sprints home." "You're leaving?" Kinny doubled over, catching his breath. "Don't have a membership here." "I can sign you in." Jazz smiled. She pat him on the shoulder. "You'll be fine. Phoebe is your trainer today. I'm serious about the wind sprints. Run as if your life depended on it. Because, some day, it might." "Who has the baby?" "Your mom." Jazz smiled. "She's playing PASsport on the living room set." "You're kidding." Jazz shook her head. "Be careful who you catfish. Oh. I want to show you something. Real quick." She touched his specs. An overlay appeared. A road, the dashboard of a car. Hands. "That's Joi's view," Jazz said. "She's going to Riverside?" He could hear music. She was playing the radio. K-pop. Jazz shrugged. "See the little red circle? It jumps around a lot?" "Yah." "That's where she's looking. Not only can she see what's in view from your glasses, she can see what you are looking at." "Why are you telling me this?" "You need to know." She touched his specs. The overlay faded. "Can anyone else see this feed?" "Any hacker who cracks your encryption. Anyone who pays to hack your encryption. Is there anyone out there who would care?" "No. I have a sad life. Except by association ... with Joi?" Jazz nodded. "Work hard, play hard. See you tonight." And she left. Kinny watched her leave. He checked out her legs, moments of side- boob, and, especially, he watched her arse. "Love you, Joi." He blew a kiss to Jazz's receding figure and placed it squarely on her left buttock. Kinny flashed his ID and was greenlighted in. Phoebe met him by the juice bar. She was wearing a white one-piece swimsuit with the Fit-n- Pretty logo. "Hi, I'm Phoebe. I'll be your trainer today. Do you prefer Anabelle, or Lee?" Kinny shrugged. "Lee, I guess. Only Joi calls me Anabelle." When she's not calling me Princess. "Okay, Ms. Lee. Today is pool day. We're going in the showers first." "Shower?" Kinny panicked. "Are those shorts cottoneen? Not allowed in the pool." Kinny groaned. Time to girl up. But then he remembered. "These are bamboo, viscose rayon." He pulled at his waistband. "If you want to inspect the label?" Phoebe shook her head. He wouldn't be outed in the shower. Seismic. Kinny walked with confidence. He focused on the walk ahead to the showers, looking to neither side. Much. Community showers. There were two poles with four shower heads each. Like outside showers at the lake. The walls also had nozzle heads. Kinny looked up. Cameras. Phoebe noticed his look. "We had an assault a few weeks ago. Caught on camera. The young gentleman is doing community service now." "A guest?" Phoebe nodded. She turned on the water, stepped into the spray. Kinny did the same. Cold! It was very cold. Kinny was not a strong swimmer. And the pool was as cold as the showers, maybe colder. He did two laps before Phoebe stopped him. "You're fighting the swim skin. Do you know how to swim?" "A little." "Your technique awful. Can you feel the skin trying to coach your movements?" "Is that what that is? I thought I had a bug in my suit." Phoebe sighed. "We'll start with the basics. This is how you float." She rolled on her back and stuck her boobs in the air. What boob she had. Kinny tried. He sank. "If I can float, you can. You have more body fat. And larger breasts." She put a hand on the small of his back. I have bigger boobs than Phoebe? Kinny raised up to look. "Ears in the water. You can still breath, but hold most of the air in your lungs and take small breaths. Relax." Easy for you to say, sister. She wasn't worried about getting a woody. Although, in this water, that was probably not a concern. Kinny stopped stressing and tried his best to float. The skin coached him. He could feel it twitch, buzz, and pinch. When he achieved an optimal position, it stopped molesting him. After that, Phoebe taught him some basic strokes, and showed him how the skin wanted him to move. She let him do a lap with each stroke. Then she clapped her hands. "Music!" Kinny looked confused. Although the music brought a smile to his face. No Pain, by Bad Banana. One of his favorites. She said, "You need to practice those strokes, but not on my time. I'm here to burn calories and fit you up. Have you ever done water aerobics?" Kinny shook his head. "Follow my lead." Forty-five minutes in the pool. Kinny was shivering and chattering uncontrollably. His skin was pale. The music matched his mood. Sleep When I'm Dead, by Panda Panda. "Out. Out of the pool. Hit the showers and meet me at the juice bar." Kinny grabbed his ID and his glasses. He put both of them on. He spent a few minutes under the hot water, getting warm again. Thankfully, there weren't any women in there to distract him. He came out of the showers with a towel draped over his shoulders. Kinny dried his hair in the hand dryer. And his glasses. Phoebe handed him a fitness shake, a diet shake, and a hot drink. Kinny downed the first two like shots. He cradled the cup with the hot drink. It smelled like chocolate but tasted like coffee. It was creamy. "Thanks." Kinny's voice squeaked. The cold water made it pinch even more. And a hot shower had not helped noticeably. It hurt, but he didn't want to draw attention to his Adam's apple. "Ever done Tai Chi?" Phoebe asked. Kinny shook his head. "It is medicine in motion. A light touch can divert a charging bull. There's a class in twenty minutes. The first class is free." "I should be getting back." "Take the class." Kinny considered this advice. "I have to call my mom. She's watching the baby...." Kinny reconsidered. He didn't have his phone. Or his voice font. "How long is this class?" "Forty-five minutes." If he sprinted home, he wouldn't be late. Kinny arrived at Joi's house out of breath and wheezing. "Sorry I'm late," he wheezed. "I was...." He looked at his mom. "What's wrong?" She'd been crying. "Mom?" "I had a bad day at ... work." "Somebody harassed you on the dating sim?" Kinny's voice rose an octave as he said this. She looked surprised. She shook her head. "Work. They called you in?" "Yes. I, um. Can you drive me to the doctor?" "Sure. I.... Yeah. No problem." Keys, wallet, phone. Kinny looked around. He found the diaper bag, loaded it with baby stuff. Kinny picked up Drake from the crib. He turned around. The front door was open. "Mom?" He learned exactly nothing on the drive to the doctor's office. She made him wait in the car. She came out the door about twenty minutes later, looking dazed but happy. Kinny put the baby back into the car seat. "Drop me off at work, please," his mom said. She was playing with her hair. "Sure. What's going on, Mom?" "Nothing bad. The nurse said I'm fine." "Mom, nobody gets seen in twenty minutes." Kinny struggled to keep his voice from cracking. "I'm fine. I think I just got promoted." "Mom!" The baby started crying. Kinny stopped the car. He went around to the back seat, found a Suk Suk pacifier in the diaper bag. He gave it to the baby. "Really, honestly, I'm fine." She smiled wistfully. "You're scaring me, Mom." "What gym do you go to?" "Why? Did you get a job at PASsport?" She shook her head, sighed, and stretched. "Although, you know, maybe later." "Why the trip to the doctor?" "They laid off sixty percent of our workforce. The rest of us have to maintain a youthful appearance." "What does that mean?" "I qualified. The company is paying for it. I'm getting a rejuve." ************ Linda spent the trip to work on her phone. When Kinny put his turn signal on at the employee parking lot, his mom said, "Drop me here. I'll catch a ride home with Keisha." She winked. "Don't wait up." "I worry, Ma." She smiled politely. "No, seriously though, I'm babysitting but I can pick you up." "No need. There's a party after work. I plan to get liquored up." Kinny lifted an eyebrow. "Hey, I'm allowed. I'm old enough to be your mom." "How far back are they going to dial your rejuve?" "You've been listening." Kinny nodded. "Cardable," she said. "Jail bait. Don't know." She laughed. "Don't care." She recited from her phone, "A healthier crew is more productive and takes fewer sick days." She frowned. "That's balls-out wrong. I read the articles they cite. But, hey. I might be able to get laid again." She smiled. "Color me in." "Mom, you don't look that bad." She laughed. "It's been three years, Kinny, since a man even flirted with me." They both remembered how that had turned out. Kinny asked, "How is Jayden?" "Out of the hospital. He never said boo." "Wasn't really his fault." "Yeah, well. I'm happy that all of your father's friends are in prison now." She bounced out of the car and through the security gate at Diversified Hospitality. Kinny parked the car in his mom's carport. He carried the baby to Joi's house. It was asleep in the car seat. "Fuck nuggets," Kinny said. The key wasn't working. "Acadian engineering my ass." The electronic key was supposed to be able to take a lightning strike and still work. He checked to make sure he was using the right key. He was. Was he at the right house? Kinny looked around. Yup. Maybe the key would work at the back door? Kinny saw movement in the basement. A blinking light on the washing machine. He looked through the double-paned shatterproof windows. These windows took rock strikes from the mower and didn't chip, craze, or crack. There was a load in the washing machine, waiting for transfer. Kinny stepped back. He looked at the house. The light was on in Anabelle's work room. Bedroom. Whatever. He walked around the corner. The light was also on in Joi's working bedroom. And the living room. No one in the living room, though. "Huh." Then he noticed the basement again. Kinny walked back around the corner. He counted windows. Six. He remembered four windows in the laundry room - movie set - whatever. He'd needed a ladder to get to those windows to clean the inside glass. But there were six windows outside. Kinny looked in the extra windows. He saw a shower. And another bedroom. A stained futon on the floor, a roll of nylon strap on the bed. The door to that bedroom looked to be the same as the doors to and from the basement. The back door opened. Jazz stepped out to smoke. "Hi, Kinny," she said, lighting up. "Is your mom okay?" "She's fine." "She was crying. Then you guys left. In a hurry?" Kinny nodded. "I reviewed the playback. It's all cartoonified and then flipped back to a simulant." She chuckled. "You should see what the cameras do to your mom." She tried to pass him a smoke. "Want some? It's good snatch. Medical grade." "I'm good." He waved away the smoke. "The house system has audio? What was that phone call about?" "No phone call. She got served. They knew she was here, too. Didn't even try to go to her house." "The yard is on camera, too?" "Yuppers." "Any of it on audio?" "Yeah, but you can't trust it. Altered." "My key's not working." Kinny held up the house key that Joi had given him. "I changed the locks." "What happened?" Jazz took another hit from her smoke. "Bad fuckery." She tamped out the cherry and put the smoke back in its tin. "Give me your key." She touched it. "It should work now." Kinny put the baby into its crib. "Wanna watch porn?" Jazz asked. "I'm bored." "I should work." "You have your hours in for the week. Loosen up." "Actually, I'm only two days into my work week. What are you doing?" Jazz dropped her blouse on the chair and wiggled out of her pants. "Getting naked. I get baked. I get naked. I watch porn. Are you man enough?" "Joi...." "Is at a remote. She won't be home." Jazz reached around to unhook her bra. "For days." "Um. Listen." "I'm not interested in sex. I just want company." The bra fell to the floor. Kinny looked for a moment then averted his eyes. "I'll be upstairs," he said. "Please don't wake the baby." "Are you gay or something?" Kinny shook his head. "You're stoned. And we are on camera. And...." He sighed. "Where were you two weeks ago?" She smiled. She threw her panties at him as he walked up the steps. Kinny picked up the panties. He tried to pocket them. No pockets. So he shot the panties back at her like a rubber band. Kinny was half-disappointed when she didn't follow him up the steps. He waited a moment and then booted up the game. He looked in the closet for his clothes. Anabelle's clothes. Gone. Kinny clipped the voice font to his throat. He felt a pinch. Then he had Anabelle's voice. He removed the voice box. Kinny growled, smiling at the cute noise that came out. In the mass of panties and bras on the bed, Kinny found a blouse similar to one he had tried on in the 'fashion show,' the other day. It was Joi's, a little bit oversized, but he could wear it. He chose a set of panties at random - one that didn't look too girly. Or too immodest. Kinny didn't have troubles with girls wearing a thong but he needed coverage. He stepped out of his shoes and dropped his shorts in the basket. He grabbed a towel. Kinny took a shower in the washroom upstairs. He'd never seen a camera in this room, nor had he seen any video feed from inside. Although the hall camera could see inside, if the door was open and the shower curtain pulled aside. He shut the door, locked it, and stripped out of his swim skin. He dropped the skin in the recycler and then stepped into the shower. Kinny took a long, soapy shower. He used the last of the Cosu Pure. "House?" "Yes, Anabelle." It didn't bother Kinny anymore when the house called him by this name. "Please order more body wash. And shampoo, please. Also, hey, we need Coffee Fresh. And Lacto?" "Cosu Pure body wash?" The house pronounced 'pure' as 'puree.' Or something similar. "Whatever is cheapest. I'm paying for it." "Cosu Pure is free." "Sure." "I'll order conditioner with fuller, also." "Um. Okay. Do I need conditioner?" "Do you enjoy tangles?" Kinny laughed. "Order the conditioner. Thanks, House." "I serve to live." "House?" "On line." "I need another swim skin, too." "One is in the maker. It should help you with a variety of sports activities, as well as coaching your swim movements." "Variety. Define variety, please." The house paused. "Processing. Most of the activities available at the Fit-n-Pretty are supported. Running, dance aerobics, korfball, squashyball...." "Got anything that helps with sex?" The house paused. "Processing." "Not serious," Kinny said. "I could probably use some instructional videos, though. Joi seems ... a bit frustrated with my performance." Jazz spoke. "If you win more battles in PASsport, you can learn how to become assertive in sex." "I don't think I need rape training," Kinny said. "Jazz, get out of here! Privacy? Please?" "Save your credits; buy a strap-on for Cookie." "Jazz, I locked that door for a reason." "I need to use the toilet." She dropped her skirt and panties and sat. "You changed clothes." "Mmn-hmmn." Kinny turned off the water. He reached for a towel. "I'm not assertive enough?" "You're still a wide-eyed virgin. So captivated by the idea of having sex that you are quick on the trigger and clumsy. Inexperienced. You'll get there." "I'm not a virgin." "I know that. But you fuck like one. Bam! It's good that you stay hard after you cum. Or there would be no hope for you." She wiped, stood, dressed, and flushed the toilet. "I brought your clothes." "Um, thanks. I think. A skirt?" He put it aside. He looked at the blouse. White. "Be happy that its not a halter top and booty shorts." "I'm not wearing the shoes. Or the bra." The panties seemed acceptable. Kinny marveled at how his standards of 'acceptable' had changed in the last few days. She smiled. "I dropped an earring in the carpet somewhere." "Eh?" "Might hurt your feet." "I can deal." "They're just work shoes." "They're pams." "And you'll have them around my bum before the end of the night." "I might spank you with them, but I'm not wearing them." Kinny shooed her out of the washroom. He dressed. He found her at his work station, playing PASsport. He sat next to her. She handed him an iced coffee. It was sweet. And creamy. "Scoot," he said. "I need to log in." "I signed you in." She gestured to the room. "I also cleaned up the mess of laundry in here. How do you live like this?" Kinny laughed. "We're on camera?" "Yes, Anabelle." She split the screen. "Ready for some PVP?" Kinny laughed again. Cookie was dressed exactly as he was - if he had worn all the clothing that Jazz had given him. Down to the yellow panties, matching yellow bra, yellow booty socks, and black pams. He could see her bra through the white blouse. He could see her panties because he used Universal View to check. "Pervert." Kinny shrugged. "What level are you?" "Level Thirty-Six." "I'm a level Four." "I hope you like doggy," she said. "I brought a strap-on." Jazz held up a tentacle dildo. It curled around her hand. Her avatar held up a scary-looking dildo with a belt attachment. Kinny said, "Level Thirty-Six? Won't you get, like negative spirit points for this?" "I have a Level Two in the yard." "Now I have an unfair advantage." "No you don't. My character has weapons and armor. Yours has a metal bar and a linen shirt. What's your Agility?" "Twelve." He'd invested a point in both Strength and Agility. "Sixteen, baby." "Is that a goblin?" "Half-ogre. Ogress. What's a girl ogre called?" "What did you give up to get stats like that?" "Did you know that dollars convert to nuyen?" "Aw, fuck." "If you beat me, you can have my armor." "It won't fit." "You can have my spear." "Okay." "Loser strips off an article of clothing, in real life, while the characters fuck in virtual." "Um. Sure?" "Wish you'd worn the shoes now?" Kinny sighed. "Ow! Hey!" She'd hit him in the face with the butt end of her spear. Or rather, Cookie had been hit. Virtual Reality. Real pain. "I turned the gain up to seven. You'll feel every smack and jab." She smiled. "Also the sex." Twenty minutes later, Kinny was naked. He had an erection. Jazz was down to her panties, which were soaked. He knew, because she had shown him. She obviously enjoyed this game. She'd had a number of orgasms - some of them during combat. He'd stopped attacking and watched her go, grinning. "Do you have a toy down there?" He'd asked. "In real life?" "Do you want to check?" She put his hand on her breast. "That's not where the toy would be." "Have at it." Her nipples were hard. So were Kinny's. The avatars were flush and aroused, fighting with lust that seemed permanently set over 90. Kinny had beads of sweat on each nipple. It almost looked like milk. Cookie now had a spear and buckler, hard won, and hard-fought for. And, now, because Cookie had won the latest contest; she now had dibs on a skirt of armor. "Hang on while I level up," Jazz said. "You leveled up even though you lost?" Kinny resisted an urge to touch himself. He'd experienced two mini-orgasms while his avatar topped the ogre. He had serious leakage down there. A drop of pre-cum rolled down and wet the crease of his thigh. It was strange, not having hair down there. "Experience accumulates, unnee." She leveled up her character and chose to increase the ogre's already ridiculously high strength. Boodles stripped off her skirt of armor and handed it to Cookie. Cookie took the armor but hesitated. "Try it on, Cookie," Kinny said to his avatar. "See if it fits." Cookie shook her head. "Cookie, why are you refusing...." "Here," Jazz said, interrupting. She handed Kinny a skirt from the back of his chair - the same skirt she had been wearing a few minutes earlier. Jazz said, "Sometimes it helps to physically do what you want your avatar to do." Kinny looked at her. "I don't trust that smirk." Jazz smiled. She looked down. "I could relieve the pressure for you." She held up the dildo and pushed it slowly into a ring of fingers from her other hand. She squeezed and the tentacle squirted. Kinny almost squirted, too. The baby cried. "Ugh." Kinny sighed. He stepped out of view of the camera. "Where are my shorts?" "In the wash." "I can't go down there naked." "Then, don't." She put the skirt back into his hands. "Fine. Fuck." He stepped into the skirt. "Oh. Gyah. Fuck me." Kinny's eyes bugged. "What did you do?" He opened the waistband of the skirt, looking down at his arse. "VR." Jazz told him. "It's not real. You feel what Cookie feels." He checked the screen. The armor was infested. Tentacles. He looked at Jazz with wonder. "You fought with this going on the whole time?" "A good joke requires set-up. Maybe if you'd perved on my character with the Universal View, you'd have seen what Cookie saw." Kinny grimaced. He squirmed. "I was being polite." "Yep. And what did that get you?" Jazz smiled. "The chestplate will also fit you. It's cursed." "Gah. Is she getting it in both holes?" Jazz nodded. "Now you know what price I paid to get a character like that." "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" She smiled. She handed him the blouse she'd worn earlier. He put it on. Kinny gasped. He realized that Cookie had donned the breastplate, too. "I hate you." "Now I'm enjoying it. Thank you for taking away my PC's curse." She leveled up Boodle yet again. Kinny sighed. "You don't fight fair." "That's what you get for refusing to cuddle while I watch porn." "Gah." Kinny padded down the staircase gingerly. "Turn the gain down, please." "I can the feed the baby if you're too stumble-dazed to walk." "Turn the gain down!" "Sure. But it will cost you." Kinny felt the invasions tone down a bit. "Thank you." He picked up the baby and took it to the kitchen. Kinny sat at the breakfast nook and fed Drake. The sensations distracted him. Twice he found Drake at his nipple instead of drinking from its bottle. Both times, Kinny was strangely reluctant to pull the baby away. It felt nice. Kinny puzzled at his reactions to it. His lack of reaction. Jazz came downstairs to the kitchen. In panties and heels. She made another bottle for Drake and fixed a mixed drink in the blender. Kinny saw Dakila vodka, Jack brandy, ice, and something else. "Is that Lacto?" he asked. "We're out of Coffee Fresh." "I'm getting some tomorrow." "You're getting some tonight, if you play nice." She handed him the drink. "What are you having?" "You." Kinny panicked for a moment when he realized that Drake was sucking from his nipple again. At least it was the other nipple. His right one was sore. And not just the nipple, either. The whole breast. Chest. Whatever. Kinny didn't know if that was from the baby or from the VR. He pulled the baby away. Jazz uncovered his chest again. She put the baby back at his breast. "What? Why?" "Drink your drink," she said, and held the cup to his lips. Kinny hesitated. He drank. "That's the last of the Lacto," she said. "How many of these did you drink?" "I dunno. Three, maybe? Five? "House says you drank eight. You know they're bioactive, right?" Kinny shook his head. She knelt between his legs. She reached inside the skirt. She uncovered him and took him in her mouth.... Kinny exploded. He watched absently as Jazz stood with a mouthful of semen. A drop of it leaked out of the corner of her mouth. He was too dazed to move, too sated to object. Although, he had an idea of what was about to happen, he didn't move more than a fraction of an inch. She kissed him. Her tongue invaded his mouth. Slick with his own fluids. The kiss continued. Kinny felt himself get hard again. Kinny broke the kiss when the baby began to fuss. "Why did you do that?" he asked Jazz as he pulled the baby from his chest. He gave it a bottle. "Why does Joi do that?" "Power. You seem to like it." Kinny sighed. He shuddered. "Tell you what. After you eat me out, you can kiss me. We'll be even then?" Kinny watched the baby. It was falling asleep. "We're going to need formula tomorrow." "Maybe." "Is Joi coming home?" "No. Someone just drank eight doses of Lacto." "You fed it to me!" "How many did I feed you?" Kinny groaned. "How many did you feed yourself?" "Aw, fuck." "Anyway, problem solved. I guess we're going bra shopping tomorrow." "How big will they get?" Jazz shrugged. "Is it temporary or permanent?" "No data. But my mom always complained about losing tittage after the babies grew up." "Mine, too. Why is it that I'm not schitzing out?" "Eleven herbs. Lacto is au naturel. Promotes lactation but it also reduces anxiety, depression...." She poked him in the chest. "Aggression, inhibition.... It also revs up your sex life." She smiled. "Joi rediscovered sex after she started on the Lacto. Lucky me." Kinny groaned. "She's going to kill me. She's going to murder both of us." "She might fuck us to death." "No. We crossed a line." "Pfft. A little blowie. Doesn't count. Besides. You're drugged out. Not your fault." "No more Lacto for me." "Bull cock. Joi left one day's supply of milk in the fridge. She will be gone for three days, four, maybe longer. See? You're already leaking. Problem solved." "Why does this sound so reasonable?" "Because you are soooo stoned. Can I have a taste?" She pinched his nipple. Milk leaked out. "Ooh, ooh! We need to find Joi's milking machine."