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Day 29, Tuesday
At one in the morning, the game released him.
"Ha." Kinny wobbled to his feet. He took a shower. Threw his clothes in
the basket, along with a towel, which smelled mousy. Then, wearing his
specs, panties, and an oversized Army tee shirt, he went downstairs.
Drake was standing in his crib, waiting for Kinny. "Ba."
Kinny nodded. He lifted the child out of the crib and fed him.
Kinny didn't like the sexual charge that nursing gave him now, but he
could cope. Selecting Detumesce repeatedly helped, but it made his
balls ache.
They fell asleep on the couch together.
********
At four in the morning, Joi woke him in the traditional way. Even with
a condom on, it didn't take Kinny long to erupt. He played with his
breasts as he came.
Cleanup took longer than the blowjob. Joi licked up the milk that had
dribbled and sprayed onto Kinny. She started with his thighs. By the
time she got to his nipple, the milk was dripping from his breasts
again.
His erection had never abandoned him.
She kissed him. He tasted cinnamon. And milk. And ... spermicide?
Plasticky. She sucked milk from each breast, jacking him off as she did
this. The condom, well-lubricated on the inside, rode up and down on
his shaft.
Kinny almost came again.
She pulled off her tee shirt and cleaned up the mess, removing his
condom and folding it in the tee shirt. "Shower," she said. "I'll fix
breakfast."
"Wow."
"Microwaved leftovers," she said. "We're cleaning this house. Top to
bottom."
********
They vacuumed and dusted. Changed sheets on Joi's working bed. Changed
the comforter on Kinny's work bed. Collected laundry. Then Kinny
watched as Joi placed items for the camera to see in Kinny's working
bedroom. He scrubbed the shower upstairs. She scrubbed the toilet and
the sink. Joi vacuumed the carpets. Kinny cleaned windows. He dusted
the railing of the promenade.
The ground floor went quickly, although it was even more work. They
didn't vacuum because they didn't want to wake the baby. They took
massive amounts of laundry downstairs and sorted it for the wash.
Joi looked around. "Can you clean up down here? I have to get to my
appointment."
"Yes, dear."
"Twat." She smacked his shoulder. "Thank you." She kissed him.
Kinny walked her to her bike. He kissed her on the cheek just before
she put on her helmet. "Say hi to Jazz."
"I don't go to that doctor. My doctor is in Riverside. I'll be home
around four. Errands."
"Oh. Okay."
He turned around with the baby. He was just inside the doorway when he
saw his mom arrive on the back of a motorcycle. The driver of the
motorcycle was wearing a helmet and a full set of leathers. Linda was
wearing a party girl outfit. And no helmet. Linda got off the back of
the bike. She said something to the man and they both laughed. Dude
tipped his helmet up just high enough to get a kiss. It looked like an
involved kiss. He groped her arse. She didn't stop him.
He pulled the helmet back into place, spun around and drove off.
Linda walked into her house skipping like a school girl.
Kinny was putting in earrings when he heard the doorbell. He checked
his specs. His mom was at the door. He recognized the sim the house
used for his mom.
He also recognized the sim the house used for Roy's truck, leaving her
driveway and driving off.
Kinny clip-clopped down the steps. His boobs bounced pleasantly. Kinny
sighed. Recension was maxed. So was Gain and a few other parameters.
The software was frozen, mostly non-responsive. He picked up the baby
from the Johnny-jump-up and answered the door.
Linda was dressed in an outfit that Kinny had worn recently. The Club
69 half-tee. The same skirt. Even the shoes. She smiled wistfully,
playing with her hair. Kinny recognized this look. It was the same
dazed look that Jazz got sometimes. Freshly fucked.
"Come in. Enjoy the day. I have to leave in, like, five minutes, but I
can make coffee."
She smiled. "Mother-daughter day."
"I'd planned on going to work."
"It's, what, a four-hour shift? I can cope."
"Sure. I guess we're walking? Unless you're driving. Parking is dear
there."
"We walk."
"Tropic." Kinny put the baby in the stroller. Grabbed the diaper bag
and his purse. And locked the door behind him. "Is today a holiday?" he
asked.
"I'm taking a comp day. I don't get overtime. I get comped."
Kinny nodded. "Spending the day with me? What about Roy?"
"Roy is a good fuck but I don't spend all day with him. Even at work."
They walked past Mrs. Mac as she said this. "Morning Mrs. Mac," Kinny
and Linda said in unison.
Mrs. Mac singled out Linda. "Which cousin are you?"
"I'm Linda," Linda said. "I'm named for my aunt."
"You don't look much like her."
Kinny said, "Really?" He chuckled.
Mrs. Mac got a sour expression. "At least you have a normal name. Not
like this one." She gestured to Kinny. "Princess."
Linda smiled. "Princess's mom was a roadie. It's a wonder she wasn't
named Star or Chastity or Two Dogs Fucking."
"I think weird runs in your family." Mrs. Mac started across Kinny's
yard to return to her own house. "Don't get pregnant. I don't want to
support your whelps with my taxes."
They made it half a block before they both burst out laughing. "That,"
Linda said, "all by itself, was worth a day of comp time."
"I told her my name was Anabelle. I never told her Princess."
"Half this neighborhood knows you as Princess now. Mrs. Mac is not a
fountain of reliable information but she is prolific."
"Meh. Were you really a roadie?"
"Sure was."
"Which band?"
"Whichever band had the drugs. How do you think you ended up with a
name like Kinny?"
"I'm going to need a new name."
"What's wrong with Kinny?"
"Don't want people connecting the dots. And, no. Not ... Princess."
Linda laughed. "Anabelle?"
Kinny shook his head. "That's my working ID. They could reassign me to
another avatar at any time."
"Well. Star, or Chastity, or...."
"Two Dogs Fucking. No, Ma. Those are worse." Kinny laughed. "Worser
Bad."
"Get me liquored up. I'll come up with a name for you."
Kinny considered. "Chastity. Chastity Barzjan?"
Linda nodded. "It was one of the names we picked out for you if you'd
been a girl."
"Two Dogs Fucking?"
"We were drunk."
"Are you wearing my clothes?"
"Sure am. I like the shoes. They got me laid last night."
"I saw."
She raised an eyebrow. "Where were you last night?"
"Working out a few kinks with Cookie."
"What did you see?"
"I saw who you kissed this morning."
"Really."
"Well. I didn't see who it was. I saw who it wasn't."
"Are you our new neighborhood watch?"
Kinny laughed. "Ma, no. More power to ya. Especially if Roy is only
good for one thing."
"I'm not Mom today. I'm ... Star."
"Who's Two Dogs Fucking?"
"My stage name. I gotta get a new stage name."
********
Linda asked, "Does Roy touch you?"
"Yes."
"Thought so. He touches everyone. But I thought he'd make an exception,
ya know. For my niece."
"He's sly. It's always defensible. Accidental touches. Or it's in the
dark. He was pretty free with his hands at the club."
"I saw. You know he grabbed his nephew once. Apparently he thought it
was you. It embarrassed both of them. Um. Um. What's the young lad's
name?"
"Clyde."
"Yes. He's sweet on you."
"He's just like his uncle. Stupid with his hands."
"Could you see yourself with...."
Kinny grunted. "Nah. Well, maybe," Kinny said, thinking of Colin. "Nah.
He's a rising star in this world, but I can't see whoring myself for
someone else's paycheck. If I have to be with a man, I want to be with
one who's less sure of himself."
"You want to be in charge."
"I want to be treated like a person. Not tits on a pussy."
"That can be refreshing, actually. Honesty is rare."
"Am I hearing this right?" Kinny asked. "If a man is treating you with
respect, he's trying to get into your knickers?"
Linda smiled. "Tits and lips and pussy and ... buggery if they're
nasty. Oh. And we must do their laundry. And raise their brats."
Kinny shuddered.
"How about you and Joi?"
"I'm doing laundry and raising her brat." Kinny looked down at Drake,
who was listening. "She's made it clear that we're together but not
exclusive. She's fucking other men. Clients, I think, but...."
"She's a prostitute?"
"A recent career change. She doesn't seem embarrassed by it. I think
I'm okay with it."
Linda stayed silent.
********
Linda held the baby while Kinny clocked in. After that, Kinny went to
the front desk.
"This is Star. She's my...."
"Step-sister." Linda shook hands with the Debbie at the front desk.
Kinny pulled up the menu on the desktop there. "I'm slotted for the
Farmer's Market again. Can I get another slot?"
"There's a waiting list for the market. Are you sure?"
"I'm getting harassed there. There's a mindwipe who can't keep his
hands to himself."
"Did you report it?"
"I'm reporting it now."
"Description?"
"Tall. Arrogant. I don't know his name nowadays but before his mindwipe
he was my father."
"Oh. That's awkward. The only slot I have open is the Annex."
"I'll take it. I've worked the Annex before. Can my step-sister catch a
ride? She wants to see what I do all day."
"Thinking about getting a job here," Linda said.
"Sure. We'll send a van instead of a car. Will you need a ride back?"
"Yes, please."
********
Linda wanted to see what all the buttons did. She held the baby, except
when it was time to feed it. Then she worked the coffee cart while
Kinny nursed.
"Star, I don't think I'm allowed to do this."
"How much do they charge you for child care?"
"Half my hourly wage."
"Pfft. Hi, I'm Debbie's sister. What can I get for you?"
********
Just before Kinny clocked out, Linda pulled him into the unisex
washroom. "Strip," she said. "We're swapping outfits."
"What? Why?"
Linda had already stepped out of her shoes. She pulled off her skirt.
"I want to see if they can tell the difference between us."
"Star, you're strange." Kinny swapped outfits with his mom. They even
traded purses and celeb glasses.
"Getting fired from this job is probably a step up."
Kinny chuckled. "This won't work. You're taller than me. You're hair is
longer. Do those boots fit?"
"Can you tell one Debbie from the other?" Linda pulled her hair into a
pony tail. She borrowed a scrunchie from Kinny's purse to complete the
look. She marched out to the time clock and clocked out. The machine
accepted it, even though it was keyed to faces. Then Linda walked to
the desk. "Hi, Debbie. Can I ask for a new slot? Magpie Alley?"
"Mmn. Six to ten?"
"Ten 'til two." Linda tapped a knuckle on the virtual screen. "Thank
you. Have a Debbie day."
Outside, and well clear of the building, Kinny asked, "What did you
just do?"
"I'll be Debbie for a day. For Keisha and Roy and the guys. You think
you could cover for me at my job?"
"I ... I don't know what you do, Mom. I mean, I know a little bit, but
not the nuts and bolts."
"Knobology," she said. "It's all in the knobology. Magpie Alley is a
good location. You'll make good tips."
"Okay."
"And I can visit on coffee breaks. We'll do a mother-daughter day at my
job, soon."
Kinny stopped. He started to turn around.
"What's wrong?"
"That's the bus stop I told you about."
"Doesn't look evil."
"It's not. But I never want to find what's waiting for me in that
alley. Or the club."
"You know what's waiting for you. And who. You just don't know how
many. Or the conditions for release. Wish I had shot that man."
"You'd be a mindwipe."
"Doesn't seem to have harmed Brennan. Where are your guardian angels?"
"I don't see 'em."
"Is that Colin guy a nice fellow? Does he have a nice dick?"
"Nice? When he thought there was no hope. No job. No girl. No place to
live. He molested the first pair of tits he saw. Hoping I would call
the police. Nice?"
"Was he polite?"
"When I was giving him a knobber, yeah."
"That's better than some. C'mon. This way. I don't want to tempt fate
today."
********
They went home to Joi's house.
Linda chose two of Ravi's outfits that Kinny was most uncomfortable
with. She wore one. Kinny wore the other. Then they rode in Linda's car
to the mall.
They got their nails done. Then their hair. Linda got her hair cut to
match Kinny's. Exactly. They both got red highlights. Then Linda took
Kinny over to Abonne. They looked at office-wear.
"Star, this is freaking expensive."
Linda nodded. "Completely out of your price range. If you're going to
stand in for me, you can't wear something you could afford to buy." She
made him try it on.
"I don't think that's a good idea."
She pinched his cheek. "Such a naive little waif."
"You're scaring me, Star."
Linda bought an identical power suit for herself. It showed belly and
cleavage and leg but managed to look like office-wear just the same.
Then she bought bras for both of them at Belle et Bonne, hose at 7th
Avenue, cosmetics at Perfect Plus. She bought them matching shoes and
handbags at Xi Tin.
Then they went home. Linda put it all into her closet. Kinny's new bag,
with its collection of small clothes and cosmetics, went on the floor
in her closet. "We'll swap Coeleb glasses on the day. Think you can put
up with huggy kissy Roy for one workday?"
Kinny laughed nervously. "Maybe after my dick falls off."
"Why? Does he do it for you?"
"I don't trust him not to cop a feel."
Linda nodded. "Okay. It's a date."
********
"Your girlfriend told you what?" Linda laughed. "Joi. She's going to
break hearts just like her mom."
Kinny shrugged.
"Is there anything else I need to know about that day at the beach with
Keisha?"
"Don't call her Miz Keisha. She'll bite you."
********
Kinny put the baby in its crib. It had fallen asleep in Linda's car.
Linda watched from the couch in Joi's living room. "Do you think I
could pass for you at the gym?"
"If you avoid Phoebe. She charts my progress." Kinny thought about the
audio in this house, and Joi's habit of listening. "When I can't go to
the gym, I run through Joi's exercise videos. Dance aerobics, yoga.
There's a stripper pole in the basement."
"Stripper pole?"
"Lessons on AVS."
"I haven't been in that basement in years." She shivered.
Linda took a call on her glasses. She nodded and rose from the couch.
Kissed Kinny on the cheek. "Work. I have to go."
"Hi to Miz Keisha."
"No hi for Roy?" Linda laughed. She skipped out of the house, past Mrs.
McCarthy. "Morning, Mrs. Mac."
"It's after noon, young lady."
"Is it? Think I have my days and nights flipped."
********
Kinny started on the mountain of laundry. He put a load in the washer.
He found the heating vents for the basement and opened them up. Dusty.
He retrieved the baby from upstairs, put him on the bed down here with
his blanket. Kinny eyed the stairwell, and the door he had propped open
with a gadget he'd recently made in Joi's fab. He checked the door
twice to make certain he had the right key. Then he allowed the door to
shut.
Drake was starting to climb stairs now. He couldn't go down them but he
could go up.
What to do with the key? If Kinny left it anywhere where Drake could
find it, it would disappear. He tucked the key into his bra.
He cleaned the windows down here and dusted rafters and the tops of the
movie-set partitions. When he got to door sill for the locked door that
went under the staircase, he saw a key. An old-fashioned metal key,
rusted to the metal door sill. Kinny tried prying it up with his
fingernail. It didn't budge. He got the squeegee, whacked it a few
times. Moving like that made Kinny's tits jiggle pleasantly. The key
came loose. Kinny cleaned the rust off of it, sprayed it with K22, and
tried it in the lock.
The door opened. It worked just like the doors to the stairwell.
Spring-return. Key-operated from both sides.
Inside was a room with a chair, a stack of magazines, and another door.
It was dusty in here. Kinny got the broom and the dust pan. He cleaned.
He examined the magazines. Smart paper, old. Batteries drained,
freezing the text and photos on each page. Bondage porn. Kinny leafed
through a few magazines. He recognized the outfits on some of these
women.
He'd worn similar outfits, perhaps exactly these costumes, on the day
that Joi had tied him up in this basement.
Kinny smiled. "I found your porn stash, girlfriend." Most of the
pictures were actually movie reels, frozen on the last frame viewed. He
moved the stack of magazines to the one place where Joi would never
look - the table that they folded laundry on.
He found another key on the door sill of that room. Kinny propped the
door open that went to the cubby, or whatever the room under the stairs
was called. He sprayed K22 in the lock, and tried the other key.
The door opened. Kinny smelled sex. Urine. Musty, stale. Just as dusty
in here as it had been under the stairs. Kinny held the door open and
stepped into the room. A mattress. Stained. Girl clothes strewn about.
It reminded him of his workstation upstairs. A box. Looked like it held
clothes and shoes. Another box was half-filled with old sensie chips.
Kinny looked around the corner into the shower room. He wobbled in his
heels and let go of the door for a moment.
It clicked shut.
Where was the key, where was the key. In his hand. Okay, okay. Don't
panic. Kinny tried the key. It wouldn't go in the lock. His hands were
shaking. Upside-down. Okay. You can do this.
The key worked. The door opened. Kinny breathed a sigh of relief. He
went into the basement and got the door prop. Kinny cleaned a spot on
the floor so it wouldn't slide. He retrieved the step ladder and
cleaning gear. He started cleaning. Top to bottom.
Soundproof in this room, too. Brackets to hold cameras. Heavy steel
rings and hooks up high. In odd places. There was someone's panties
tucked in the rafters here. A tee shirt. He tossed these in the box on
the floor that held other clothes.
Kinny found someone's sex-worker ID, lying flat on one of the rafters.
A woman from the porn mags.
Anjou Escholtz, a few years older than Joi. Kinny checked the
magazines, found her again.
Angel.
Not very inventive, but, hey. It was porn. What did he expect? Angel
changed hair color on every page.
He left the ID card on the stack of magazines.
He cleaned the shower room. There were closets here without doors.
Holes in the wall of both closets. Kinny sat on the toilet, which was a
ceramic and seatless and quite low. No way to flush it. He looked
through the holes. They lined up. Toilet, sink, shower, all at the
sunny end of this room. The shower head was on a reel. It reached to
the toilet.
Brackets for cameras in here, too. Kinny cleaned, top to bottom.
A bucket in the shower. The bucket held a dildo, long and floppy. Kinny
had a view of the sky while standing in the shower. A view of the yard
while up on the ladder. In a corner shelf he found soap, shampoo and
conditioner. Still useable. They smelled familiar. Nice memories. Old
memories. His mom? Mrs. Tupper? Someone female.
Kinny swept the floor of the 'bedroom.' More steel rings on the floor.
The nylon strapping was cracked and brittle. Gecko wrap came apart his
hands. Kinny pulled clothes and a pair of heels from one box and put
them into the box with the sensie chips. He tossed trash in the now-
empty box. Another dildo. A vibrator. Those went into the clothes box.
A ball gag. The elastic was rotten. Trash. A sleeping mask, padded
handcuffs. A skirt. Kinny lifted the mattress. More stuff. Panties, a
hat, a bra, a dog collar. A few meters of dog chain. A double-ended
dildo.
The mattress was the source of the odd smells in this room. Kinny
wrestled it into the basement. He checked the baby. Sleeping. He
wrestled the mattress up the stairs, outside, and to the curb for bulky
item pick-up. He finished the rest of the clean-up. He put the keys
back where he found them, brought both boxes out and put them with the
stack of magazines.
Kinny did more laundry. He went through clothes to see what could be
salvaged. Nearly all of it.
********
Joi came home as Kinny was bringing the last of the clean laundry
upstairs. Drake was in the Johnny-jump-up, watching a Baby Can Sign
video.
"Doi!"
"Baby!" She had two bags of groceries. Her clothes were wet. The bags
were wet.
Drake made a sign with his hands. Kinny's glasses translated.
'Pick me up.'
"We're number one!" Joi held up a single finger. She walked right past
the baby to the kitchen. She dripped water onto the floor as she
walked.
Drake looked upset. Confused.
Kinny collected a kiss from Joi. He picked up the baby. "I saw what you
said," he said to Drake. "I don't think she signs."
Drake looked around to see what Joi was doing. He looked at Kinny,
grabbed his face and said, "Umpa." He wriggled and tried to wriggle
free.
Kinny put him down.
Drake crawled over to Joi. He held on to her leg for a while. Then he
explored the basket of clean laundry on the floor. He pulled down a
bra.
"I saw a mattress by the curb," Joi said.
"From the spare bedroom downstairs."
"The storm room? Why'd you throw it away?"
"It's nasty, Joi. It stinks. Moldy. Rotten. Mice were nesting in it."
"You going to replace it?"
"Sure."
"How nasty?"
"Take a look. See."
She looked out the window into the rain. "Mattresses don't last
forever. I'll order a new one."
"Storm room?"
Joi smiled. "My Aunt Stormy lived there. Storm room, safe room. A place
to go if there's trouble."
"When was the last time you were in there?"
"Oh, it's been a while. Stormy died. I hear her ghost down there
sometimes. I hear my mom, too. Don't like that basement."
"Any excuse to get out of doing laundry."
Joi nodded. "I have a shift tonight. You wanna fuck?"
Kinny looked over to Drake, who was gleefully pulling laundry from the
basket. "I wonder if Aunt Puridad is available for babysitting."
********
The baby fell asleep at ten p.m. Kinny put Drake in the car carrier,
tucked him in with a freshly laundered blanket, and put him out of view
of the cameras in Kinny's working bedroom.
He logged on to the game.
His fingers danced on the keyboard. Kinny watched the menus change on
the screen. "No," he said. "No. Fuck."
He'd opened the IM attachment again.
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