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8PHE0054 word count 7815 ******** Day 54, Saturday Chastity woke to the smells of cooking. The monsters trilled at her as she rolled out of bed. "Camel milk for you," she said. She felt her boobs. "The wells are dry." They blew raspberries at her. She stuck her tongue out in return. Chastity threw on her Red Raiders jersey over panties and a bra. She softed upstairs. The floor was cold in bare feet. Marion was sitting at the table, waiting. Joi was serving breakfast. There was a plate for Chastity. She sat down. Joi scooped a greasy wad of steaming vegetable matter onto Chastity's plate. "Oh," Chastity said, looking up with a smile. "Nice. Thank you." Joi said, "Cavoli riscaldati. Dig in." Chastity picked at it with a fork. Marion said in a stage whisper, "Reheated cabbage." "For breakfast?" Chastity took a bite. Joi said, "The English call it bubble and squeak." Marion shook her head. "That's cabbage and corned beef and it's fried." "Do you like corned beef?" Joi waved a ladle at Marion. "No." "Then shut up. It has bacon. It's fried. It's bubble and squeak - or cavoli riscaldati. Eat it." Chastity tried another bite. It was calories. It counted. Sort of. She sighed. "Pass the hot sauce." Marion asked, "What kind?" "Sri Raja 71. Blackbird sauce?" "We have Uncle Snack Monster, and Patio Sauce." "The green stuff." Chastity dosed her glop with Uncle's. She tried a bite. Added more sauce. "What's the occasion?" she asked. "You made breakfast." "I can't make breakfast?" "It's four-thirty in the morning. Did someone just come home from work or what's the deal?" "Are you asking if I have a job?" "No, I'm.... Sorry. Forget I asked." "I interviewed for a job at the casino." "At four-thirty?" "Just came in from Orientation." Marion nodded. "Both of us. She's bartending. I'm a dealer." "Oh! Congrats. Which casino?" "The new one up in Two Lisa. Silver Lining." Chastity put down her fork. She sighed. "What's wrong? I thought you'd be happy." "I am, it's just that.... Do you know who owns the Silver Lining? Brennan." Joi slammed the pot down. "Are you never happy? I need a job. I got a job. He owns half this fucking town. So?" Chastity smiled. "Ease up, sister. It's funny. I might be your boss sometime soon." "What?" "Supposedly, I'm on track to be General Manager." "For the casino?" "For all of businesses in Two Lisa. Including the Silver Lining. You know it's a bawdy house, right?" "All the casinos here are bordellos. General Manager?" Joi smiled. "Way bricked!" "Better than being bricked. I'm working my way up. Yesterday was plumbing, electrical, trash collection, and fucking Joey whenever he got a notion." "Exercised your SWID?" "For Joey? Yes. He pays for all my orgasms. Lately." Joi avoided Chastity's eyes. "I think I'll stick with bartending." ******** When Chastity arrived for work at Two Lisa, she noticed that fewer vendor carts were working than had been yesterday. The people looked different, too. Brighter, younger, sexier. Except for Doro. None brighter and sexier than Doro. Chastity smiled, basking in the memory. She could talk to girls now! Huhn. She didn't see any men working the carts. Plenty men buying food from carts, though. Even at ... quarter to six in the morning. Workers, construction. Some office types. She noticed few women in tradesman clothes and practical shoes. The one closest was an anime. Chastity could see the collar on her UV overlay. Chastity rolled up next to the Wild Coffee cart. "Where's Doro?" she asked. The woman, whose name tag said, 'Kissy,' shrugged. "Doesn't have a SWID, would be my guess." "You need a SWID to work the coffee carts here?" "That's what I heard." "That would explain where the Nosh and Grind cart went." Kissy smiled. "Can't get an ID if you're over ninety." "She's not that old." "Jules A. Booker saw action in the last interplanetary war and in both great wars before that." "Dubious." "Ask her." Chastity remembered the stories Munch used to tell, when he was seven years old and learning how to fish and swim and fight. "She does know her history. Hey," Chastity said, touching her bag, "that can't be legal." "SWIDs?" "Yeah." "I don't think the laws apply. You were here yesterday. See any action?" She did a boom-chicka-boom dance. "No." Chastity hesitated. "Not while I was...." "Yep. Ayuh. See? I get an offer; I'm taking a break." She produced a sign. 'Back in five minutes. Have you tried Debbie Does Coffee?' Chastity tapped her specs. She toggled her secretary. "Call Two Debs." Two Debs answered on the first ring. "My favorite Debbie. How's it hanging today?" "Internal bra. They don't hang. Curious. A SWID is a precondition for working the vendor carts here?" "That would be illegal and a violation of our contract." "Tell me what you're not saying." "We filed a complaint. That's all we can do for the moment. We have a number of employees with a current or expired SWID. He didn't specify and he doesn't get to specify. For now." "Expired SWIDs." Chastity chuckled. "Okay." Two Debs continued. "Please file a complaint if you are harassed or if you are asked to perform tasks that are not compliant with Two Debs company policy." "It's not healthy to complain to the wrong people here." "I can reassign you. We have openings in Riverside, in Worser Bad, and at the Annex. Reassigning you to a location in Fairview would be pointless. Most of those are Diversified Hospitality locations." "You need a SWID to work the financial district?" "We received that request. Would you like a new location?" "I'm quitting in a few days." "I wanted to talk with you about that." "It's not negotiable." "Sorry to hear." "Eh. I enjoyed working with you. If my new job doesn't work out...." "We'll be here." ******** Kissy spent more time away from her coffee cart than behind it. After a while, Chastity grew tired of seeing customers settle for Debbie's coffee when they really wanted Wild coffee. She parked the carts in a V shape and manned both. The controls were identical, as was the set-up. The biggest seller on the Wild Coffee cart was Kona macadamia coffee, followed by affogato. It amazed Chastity that people would pay to eat a frozen treat in this weather. They had to adjust the spacing of the V when Kissy got back. They kept bumping into each other. "Your hair is a mess, Kissy." Kissy nodded. She ran fingers through her hair. "A fun romp?" Chastity asked. "No, but he paid well." Kissy sighed. "Almost gave me an orgasm." "You don't climax during sex?" "Not with a paying customer, not usually. You cum with the customers?" "Almost every time." "You nasty girl. How do you keep your mind on the prize?" "Are you asking how do I get them off?" "No, how do you keep them from killing you or robbing you blind?" "Most men are polite and grateful." "No they're not. They want what they want and they don't give a rip about how you feel." "Never noticed." Kissy laughed. "I hope you never meet one who cuts you. Or chokes you out." ******** A short while later, Joey showed up with two of his friends. "This is the one I was talking about," he said. "And her mom's a fine slide, too." Chastity crossed her arms over her chest. "What can I get you?" She read from the prompter on her specs. "Are you here for coffee or here for trouble?" "A double-double." "Where's the fourth dick?" Chastity set up a coffee, alarmed that she was still reading from her prompter. Equally annoying, she felt a surge of warmth down there and knew she had just creamed her panties. Again. Joey laughed. He looked speculative. "When's your next break?" "I'm not in the mood, Joey." Chastity felt a sharp pain. Migraine. "Fucking wraiths." She rubbed her temples. "Okay, fine. Pay for your drink, Joey. If your tip is bigger than your dick, I'll fuck." Joey reached into Chastity's bag. She felt a thrill as he touched her incidentally. He found her SWID and dropped ten thou on it. The migraine lessened. She felt her trainers buzz her prostate spider. She felt a familiar tension in her legs. It was the beginnings of an orgasm. Maybe this was why she always came before her customers did. Chastity adjusted her skirt and tugged surreptitiously at her panties. "That's a lot of crash. Sure you want to drop that much?" "Oh, you'll earn it." Chastity nodded. She turned to Kissy. "You work my cart while I'm workin'?" Kissy laughed. ******** Joey walked her past a row of abandoned houses to a two-story house that was set back from the others. The path to this house was well- trampled. Countless shoe-prints. Some of them were women's shoes, with high heels. One barefoot footprint. She'd seen this footprint before. It wasn't Bigfoot. Jaron? Chastity looked around. She noticed erect knotweed, kissing bush, jagger bush, corpse wire, and lapweed. Had Jazz 'planted' all of this? If so, she was more adventurous than she let on. Chastity tasked her secretary with hunting for Knutsford devil and was relieved when the first scan came back negative. She noted the surveillance coverage. Two of the four-spectrum scan heads covered this house. The wolf bride who'd laid that one footprint had avoided the cameras and motion detectors. Tenesmic. Just fucking tenesmic. Both of Joey's friends - or work associates - followed closely. Chastity glanced back and noted that the work party had picked up a fourth penis. Chastity chided herself for reading the scripts aloud? She knew better. It did feel good to speak her lines when prompted. She forgave herself for that. A little. The headache had faded, and the nausea with it. New sensations demanded attention. Painfully erect nipples and a growing warm wet spot in her panties. A few weeks ago, she'd have been worried it was pee. It wasn't pee. It was the one blessing her trainers bestowed - lubrication. ******** As they approached the house, she saw a woman step down from the porch with two smiling men. "Gooey Duck!" Chastity trotted forward and gave the woman a hug. Dr. Badiogiak pulled away stiffly. She looked confused. Drugged out. "Do I know you?" "You interviewed me one time. How ya' doing, doc?" "Not a doctor ... any more." "She's a doctor?" Joey said. "She doesn't fuck like a doctor." Chastity gave him a sharp look. "This is the one person you shouldn't pull from her day job." Joey laughed. He shook his head. "I'm not in charge of acquisitions. I just train 'em." He grabbed the doctor by her chin. "You want to join the fun?" The woman shrugged. "I'm not sharing my payment," Chastity said. She hugged the doctor again. "Be well, Gooey Duck." A flicker of understanding came to the woman's eyes. "Don't use names. Mindwipe." She pulled away. She followed the other two men back out to the street. Joey sniffed Chastity's hair as she walked up the steps on the porch. He said, "I love your perfume." "Agent Orange." "Gotta get some of this for my wife." Every shred of fun or adventure abandoned Chastity. This transaction was just a job now, a chore. The spell had broken at the sight of Gooey Duck. But, Joey? Married? Ugh. Chastity knew that this mood wouldn't endure. Her wraiths would see to that. But she enjoyed a few moments of clarity. Dignity. Dread. She pulled out a test strips and condoms. "Where's the bed? I hope you shook the rats and the harry-long-legs from it." ******** They called it Grandma's house. Chastity didn't know why and was not in a mood to ask. She finished the job as quickly as she could and cursed herself for enjoying it. Orgasms did make this job more pleasant. After the second one, she gave up, relaxed. Had fun with it. On the way back, she pulled Joey aside. "More?" he said, amazed. "No, no, I want to check out the garage. But there's plants. If I get eaten, you know, tell somebody. I know better than to ask you to save me." "Aw, Princess, you know I love you." "As long as you keep paying for it." Joey laughed. Chastity's specs marked out a safe path to a gap in the wall of the garage. Relatively safe. They snagged her ankles twice, but the thorns couldn't bite through the Jeeperhyde of her boots. There was an old - truck? - in the garage. It looked like a converted Packard. Stake truck. Chastity smiled. "What did you find?" Joey asked. "A truck. I'll ask Brennan if I can have it." "A girl like you should get a Bukswagen. Something reliable." "If I want reliable, I'll get a dog." She picked her way back through the corpse wire. Joey looked down at her boots. "Gotta get you some hooker shoes." "Sure, why not? Get me some hooped earrings while I'm at it. And a leopard-print dress." Joey held a finger to his glasses. "The man heard his name. He wants to know what you found." "An old Packard. If he can part with it, I'd like to claim it." Joey smiled. "Yeah, boss. I'll tell her. He says you're working shifts at the manor if you want that car." "It's a truck, and I already knew I was working the manor sometime." "Yeah, but that wasn't supposed to happen until next week. This afternoon good?" Chastity took a cleansing breath. "Let me finish my shift at the coffee cart." ******** Linda showed up at five minutes before ten. She relieved Chastity at the coffee cart. "Is the stock good? Maker is working? Whoa, lookit those tips. You put your panties in the tip jar?" "That happened yesterday." Chastity pulled the thong from the jar. "Leave it. I could use a boost in tips." "Mom?" "Sssh. I'm Debbie when I'm here." "Stay away from Grandma's house." Chastity pat her mom's arm. "Huh?" "Never mind." ******** The manor didn't open for 'business' until four, but Chastity was under no illusion that she could just show up, pick a room, and fuck. She stopped by the Cob Nobbler for an early lunch. It seemed like the healthiest food out here. She tried a croodle and an iced beci from Beci's coffee. The pastry was good, but she didn't see the draw of an iced drink when it was nine degrees C. Nonetheless, there was a line. The girl was cute. And probably willing. Kinny would have paid for it, back in the day. If he'd ever had money. Chastity finished her iced beci. She decided that next time she'd try the Lavender Raf. Meh. Chastity finished her cob pizza and dropped the cob in the recycle. She tapped her specs and asked for an appointment to see Mr. Smoke. ******** "Brush your teeth before you service your first customer," Brennan said. "They're not looking at my teeth, Brennan." "Still." "Fine. I'll buy a toothbrush at the commissary. Um. Do you have a moment?" Brennan steepled his fingers. "For you? The Moon and Mars." "It's about one of your employees." "Joey?" "Nah. There's a girl here. Used to be named Gooey Duck. Um." Chastity tapped her specs. "I can't pronounce the name. She worked for Bureau 34." "Bureau 13. I'm aware." "You should put her on your catch and release program. She had a pretty important job in the world. Monster hunter. Mind if I pass you an image?" Chastity touched her specs. Brennan nodded. He examined the picture. "We have those everywhere, especially in this town." "Fuck, I hope not. You'll lose your whole crew to the plagues. That's a devil bush, also called a Knutsford Devil. It eats people. The ones it doesn't eat, it turns into zombies." "Pure Bollywood." "No, I've seen one. Gooey Duck was supposed to send a team to burn it out." "Do you know what else our young doctor did?" Brennan loaded a news article onto Chastity's specs. Chastity scanned the article to Mem2. She read it with increasing horror. "She disappears people?" "They call it Quarantine. She burns out walking horrors, true. But she also burns farmsteads, schools, entire towns - any place she finds an infested. Have you spoken with Keisha?" "She's on a remote." "She's in Quarantine. Halfway to Mars by now. I invested money and time in Keisha. I'm angry." He leaned forward. "Now, how serious are you about that truck?" "Um. It depends?" "Serious enough to start working the house tonight?" "Sssure." "You'll start with a public show." "How public?" "The stage. Not much different from the live-action performances you gave before. Those were televised. Here you'll interact with a live audience. Are you up for that?" Chastity mouth went dry. Her hands wandered. She pinched both nipples. She played with the hem of her skirt. Fucking wraiths. Then she pulled up her skirt, spread her legs, and started masturbating in front of Brennan. He laughed. ******** Teeth cleaning, make-up, hair styling, costume. Corset, fishnet stockings, garter, and stripper heels. A dog collar with a large ring on it. Wrist cuffs and padded ankle cuffs. Perfume? She needed perfume? Her eyes watered. She felt pressure in her nose. Oh. Copulins. Pheromones. Drugs? Her eyes half-lidded. She felt fluttery. Light. Unconcerned. The lights got prettier. The stylist pulled the leather pouch off from around Chastity's neck. She asked, "What do we do with this?" "Strap it to my thigh?" "No can do." "Put it in my purse." ******** Later, with her hands tied together behind her back, and her ankles hobbled with a spreader bar, they walked her out to the stage. A runway extended into the room. Cameras. Bright lights. A few people milled about in the room, mostly ignoring what was on stage. Chastity saw a cleaning crew, and a few teams setting-up tables and chairs. Most of the women were in costumes similar to the one she wore. Brennan announced, "Rehearsal!" There were two rigs near the end of the runway with a woman standing nearby. Chastity hobbled out. She balked when she saw who the woman was. Lateritia. With a whole toy box full of toys. All on display. Chastity wondered if it was too late to get religion. She rolled her eyes. "Fuck me comatose." "That's the idea, sweetie." Lateritia held up a Hitachi wand. "Payback." ******** Twenty minutes of rehearsal took almost two hours to complete. They optimized camera angles for each of the rigs. They tested Chastity's 'responsiveness' with all the toys. Vibrators, dildos, plugs, electro- stim, neuro-electric stimulation, AVS, fucking machines. They fed her Lacto and hooked her up to milkers. She tried to talk them out of that. "No, please. I just finally dried up. Do you know what an infected milk duct feels like?" Lateritia smiled. "Yuh, I do." Then they sent her back to the Green Room with a mimosa and told her to wait. The strip shows started at four. The live sex show started at eight. "I just wait?" Chastity asked. Brennan chuckled. "I can send clients back if you get bored." "No, that's okay." He tossed her her Coeleb specs, a dildo and some lube. "Keep yourself entertained." ******** She played PASsport for four hours. Joi brought her a Cactus Jack and vodka. Joi wore a choker instead of a dog collar and decorative cuffs instead of gecko wrap around her wrists and ankles. But otherwise, they were dressed identically. "I can see your cooter," Chastity said. "I can see yours. You going to clean up that dildo or you going to leave it there all nasty?" "I am soooo stoned." "I'll clean it." Joi reached for the dildo. "Nah. Leave it for the next girl. We're outta lube." Joi made a face. "I have to get back to the bar." "Thanks for the drink." Chastity hoisted her drink. She downed it. ******** A few minutes before eight, Marion came in. She hadn't shaved or trimmed or anything down there, as far as Chastity could tell. "Zao," Chastity said. "You're all wild and jungly." Marion blushed and said, "You're drunk." "High on love." She glanced down again. "What's it like to have hair? Does it get in the way when you fuck?" "Not usually. I didn't know it would be on display. When they said topless and bottomless, I thought... Never mind what I thought. It's time for you to go. You're up." "I'm up!" Chastity stood brightly. She almost fell down. "I'm down." Marion helped her until Brennan took Chastity. A moment later, with a swat on the butt, he said, "Have fun," and pushed her out onto the stage. She was blinded for a moment in the lights. Chastity yelled, "I love you Fremont! Red Raiders suck!" Joey's voice blared out on the PA. "Contestant Number Two! Clap your hands for Princess Two!" "Why am I Princess Two?" Chastity hobbled out to the runway. "Whoa. Lots of people in all their date-night clothes. Are you here for the sex show?" The men laughed. The women she saw sat stoically. Chastity watched the cocktail waitresses for a moment. Then, blinking, she remembered why she was here. She stumbled forward, looking at the hobble between her ankles. "Why do I have to wear these things?" She smiled at a woman dancing on a table. She nodded to a woman giving a lap dance. She saw Roy, sitting with Noel. She smiled at Noel and said, "Danger, young Gizmo." She looked out to the bar and saw Joi. She sang for a moment. "Love, love, love, love, crazy love." She saw Marion hustling through the room to get back to the gambling tables. All was right with the world. She nodded. She stood boob-to-boob with Lateritia. "Hi, Lats." She watched Lateritia trade glances with Brennan. Chastity called up the Universal View on her specs and targeted both faces. She saw Lateritia raise an eyebrow. She saw Brennan shrug. "I think you've had enough," Lateritia said. Chastity snickered. She said, "Don't be a pussy. Time for a li'l payback." She waited, smiling. Eventually, Lateritia picked up a marker. She used it to draw a large 2 on Chastity's face and on her arse. Chastity chanted loudly. "We're number two! We're number two!" She hopped up and down as she chanted. She felt her boobs jiggle pleasantly. Lateritia slapped her on the arse. Chastity fell into the rig. She almost fell out of it. The audience laughed. She knelt in the rig and let Lateritia secure her in place. The milkers pinched but she soon felt milk let down. She sighed with contentment. "Moo." Chastity looked over at the other contestant and sobered up instantly. Her mom. They traded glances. Linda looked just as stoned but she was crying. Her make-up was ruined. Chastity said, "Fucking Brennan. Arse twat of the year." She heard them cut her mike off after that. Chastity reached over. She touched the tip of her fingers to the tips of her mom's fingers. "The rules!" Joey announced. "One of these women is human, the other is a medical clone. Who is who? Vote as often as you like. The girl who passes as human will entertain customers for a price on the stage after the show. The other is free tonight! Yes, you heard that right. Free pussy. A condom or an STD check is required to participate." What?! Then the 'fun' began. Chastity looked around and found Joi. She stared at Joi's face as Lateritia buzzed and teased her. In less than three minutes, Chastity was bucking through the first orgasm of the show. Joi looked away. Sweet seersuckers, Lateritia was good at this. Chastity's eyes crossed with the effort of trying to hold back orgasms. And then she stopped trying. A short while after that, she tried to get away from them. She squirmed and twisted away, straining in her bonds. Some time later, she fell, apathetic and exhausted, and stopped trying to avoid the wand. Then the cycle began again. She felt completely outclassed. What she'd done to Lateritia had been effective. She'd relived it often enough. What Lateritia was doing to her was ruinous. It gave her the quivers, just thinking about reliving this night on Mem2. Time passed slowly. Every wave of vibrations was a tick, interrupted only by penetrative sex and orgasms. The customers lined up. The contest continued. Sometimes Chastity was fucking and sucking for free. Sometimes she was getting paid for it. She didn't know who won the contest. And she didn't care. Fucking arse-twat. Every time someone's pussy was presented for Chastity to lick, she dreaded looking up. Because she knew that eventually she would be giving head to the one person in this room that she shouldn't have sex with. Not that it was more than of clinical interest to her. Fucking wraiths. Love these drugs, though. Had she said that aloud? They dosed her again with that perfume. She stopped looking up. She learned to gauge how the other woman was feeling by the tension in the woman's legs and the warmth in her mouth. ******** It all went to Mem2, with replays through the night when they transferred her to a room with a bed. Then there was a car ride.... ******** She woke up in her mom's bed. There were two guys in bed with her. She saw one guy sleeping in the chair. All three of them had erections. She sat up, touched all three erections, and smiled. Her trainers rewarded her for that. She got up. She used her mom's shower. She dried her hair with her mom's hair dryer. She brushed her teeth with Roy's toothbrush. She found a tube of that burn cream that Brennan recommended for abused pussies and arse-holes. She smeared herself liberally with it. She found one of her mom's sweatshirts and put it on. She picked up condoms and test strips from the floor. Squatting hurt, but the medicine was already working. She tossed the trash in with the rest of the biowaste in the trash bin. On the way downstairs, she looked into her old room. Her mom was asleep in her bed with Roy and ... whats-his-name. Mmn, Officer Johnson. Roy was asleep with his hand on Officer Johnson's erection. Chastity tried to take a picture of that with her specs. It recorded to Mem2 instead. She found her specs on the kitchen table. Next to her mom's. She put her specs on. She called Two Debs. "Hey, I'm running late." She checked the time. "I can't make it there by six." "Oh, don't worry about that. You're fired." Chastity started to cry. "Okay. Why?" "We're pulling all of our carts out of Two Lisa and Fairview. We'll be moving our offices soon." "Sorry to hear that." "Were you and another Debbie in a live sex show last night?" "No. I was naked. Nearly naked. Wearing a corset." "Truly?" "I don't remember wearing a Debbie outfit. I mean. There were some costume changes. I was pretty out of it. Pretty sure I was chained to a sex chair the whole time." "If you were under the influence...." "I was." "I'll talk to Legal. They may still sue. Here is formal notice. You cannot work in that uniform until you stop being famous. Maybe never." "If ... if I can." "What do you mean, if? Are there issues of free will?" "I have riders." "Come in and we can rid you of your demons." A sharp pain in her twat warned Chastity not to reply. She gasped. "I heard that. Come in when you can, human. Be careful. You've been publicly identified as an animated medical clone. You're probably on Earth First's target list. You and your mom. Two Debs out." ******** Chastity looked around. Men and women were sleeping on the couch and on the floor. The door to the basement was open. She could hear conversation - and fucking. Chastity found her purse. She found her mom's shoes. "Sorry, Mom." She wasn't going to stick around and help feed this crowd - or fuck them. She let herself outside. "Jidu and Tau." The yard was full of cars and trucks. Joi's driveway was similarly full. The lights were on in every window of Joi's house except the bedroom in the basement. Chastity looked over to Mrs. Mac's house. "Wonder if I can borrow clothes from Evil." A fire truck rolled down the street in the snow and slush. It stopped. Joey stepped down from the truck. He was wearing a firefighter's ensemble. He had another set in his hands. Jumper, boots, helmet. Chastity watched in puzzlement as he approached. "These are for you," he said. "Get dressed." She inspected the coveralls. They seemed real. Not like a Halloween firefighter's costume. She frowned. "Tell me we're not making another porno." He laughed. "Not today, Princess. Got a job to do. You have exactly three minutes. Then we're rolling." "What's on fire?" Chastity stepped out of her mom's shoes on the porch. The slat floor was cold! She stepped into the ensemble. Sealed it with a Bostich. She stepped into the boots. Put on her helmet with its visor. "My beating heart," Joey said, as he watched her dress. "I'm trusting you," she said. "Don't know why." He nodded. He loaded her into the truck. They drove off. They drove out towards Roy's cabin. After a while, they stopped the truck. They all gathered in a circle and held hands. She'd fucked most of these men. Sucked their cocks. She'd never seen them serious like this before. Stony-faced. Watchful. Quiet. Joey led the prayer. "Lord, I know I'm not worthy, but please be merciful. Some of us may die today. Give us a hand if you can. Amen. Anyone want to add a prayer?" Chastity asked. "What are we doing?" "Burning out your monster. Are those your specs?" When she nodded, he said, "Use 'em. Devil bushes are wily but they haven't learned we can see in three spectrums." He handed her an ax. "Stay away from the fire crews. You're protecting the driver. Holler if you see movement." They released drones. Got some intel. "We got whippets! One hidebehind." They lost the drones, one after another. Whippets apparently were tentacles that whipped low-flying drones from the air. Chastity asked, "What's a hidebehind?" "Used to think they were monsters hiding behind trees. Another tentacle. They throw rocks. See? They hit number four and it was fifty meters up." "Do they aim at people?" "They do. Wear your helmet. And your face shield." He picked up a shotgun and tapped the driver. "Roll. We're still on Plan A." Plan A was to converge on the monster with three teams of flame- throwers and one idiot with a shotgun. Everyone carried hatchets. Except Chastity. She got a firefighter's ax. They took out the hidebehind first. Then the whippets. They sent up another four drones. Got more intel. "She's moving!" Two more hidebehinds revealed themselves. One more whippet. "Ah, shit, she's going for Roy's cabin." "Base this is Rover." "Base." "We got a runner. Looks like the anechoic is working. One drone still in the air." "How many runners?" Base asked. "One." "High Eye says two." "Where's the second one?" It slammed into front of the truck. It pried open the door on the driver's side. "Fuck!" It grabbed the driver and threw him into the snow. Joey blasted it with the shotgun. The noise was painfully loud. Chastity ducked and covered her ears. Joey pumped the shotgun. He shot again. He pressed the IGNITION button. The truck coughed. It lurched. It rolled to a stop. Joey jumped out into the snow. A fire team ran out of the other side of the truck. A second fire team followed them. Chastity heard another blast from the shotgun. Her ears were ringing by then. She grabbed her ax and followed the last fire team out of the truck. Fire team three climbed to the top of the truck. They manned the big fire nozzle up there. They lit the pilot light. "Holy fuck!" She was ground zero, under a big-ass napalm cannon. She ran away. She ran to the last place she'd seen the driver. He was on his back. Breathing. She could see the steam rise. Cookie was screaming something but Chastity couldn't hear. She saw a flash and felt heat from the napalm cannon. They were burning a tentacle monster. She checked the driver. Picked his hatchet up from the snow. Clapped it against the ax handle. She saw another monster, a viny mass of green and yellow, running up to claim the driver. And maybe her, too. Chastity yelled, "Monster!" She ran full-on towards the monster. She leaped. Swung. Missed. The monster avoided her, dancing, taunting. It fell on the driver. Planter. She recognized the thorns. What did Jazz say? Females were aggressive. Planters were sadistic. They liked to play with their food. Males were sneaky. Chastity whirled around. She buried the ax in the male, who had followed in the wake of the planter. She used the hatchet to chop off its tulip. It grabbed her. It pulled her helmet off. She hacked at it. It let her go. She backed away. She saw movement behind her. The other fucking tentacle monster. She changed directions. The male pulled the ax from it's green and yellow corm. It threw it at her. She dodged. She ran. She ran right past the ax in the snow and didn't stop. The planter, close behind her, stopped to pick up her ax. It threw the ax at her. She dodged again. She ran in a wide circle. She chanted to herself and anyone who would listen, "The fire truck, the fire truck, the fire truck." She ran as fast as she had ever sprinted. These fucking firefighting boots were not made for running. The male rose up in front of her. The planter was right behind her. She felt it swing and just miss her hair. "Aieee!" Chastity leapt at the male. She nearly split it in half with her hatchet. The hatchet stuck. She left it. She ran and kept running. Straight for the truck. Nobody. Nobody! Where the fuck were they? She heard the planter laughing at her. She turned to face her doom. They could outrun a motorcycle. Planters liked the chase. She was fucked. She picked up a rock. She threw it at the planter. She hit it squarely. It laughed at her. It picked up a rock. "I don't suppose you could let me off with a warning," she said. "Seeing as it's not doe season." It flung the rock faster than she could see. It hit her squarely in the chest, knocking her flat into the snow. Oh fuck, oh fuck. This hurt. She saw light and felt heat. Flamethrowers. The planter screamed as it died. Joey and someone else helped her into the truck. "The driver?" she asked. Joey shook his head. "No! No!" Chastity tried to pull away. "He was planted," Joey said. "Had to burn him. They ripped his head off. Planted him in the stump." "I saw him breathing." "Before or after the planter got him?" Chastity buried her face in Joey's chest. She cried. "Hey, Hey. Princess." He pat her head. "You killed the male. You killed a fucking devil bush by yourself with a hatchet." "Also had an ax." She wiped her eyes. "And you set up the planter so we could kill it. Out-fucking-standing." Joey looked around. "We lost Cory. Anyone else get injured?" The men shook their heads. "I took a good hit. With a rock." Chastity felt her ribcage, just above her left boob. She didn't object when Joey opened her firefighting suit and lifted her sweatshirt. His hands were cold. "Tender?" He pressed here and there. "Yuh!" "You might have a broken rib. No flail chest." He felt around some more. "You can stop groping me." Joey removed his hand. He smiled briefly. "You're not dying." "Right. Did you burn the male?" "Yes." He nodded to one of the crew. "Call it in. I think we have to burn Roy's cabin. He's going to be righteously pissed." Chastity said. "There's a girl in there." "Yeah, I know about your boyfriend. If she's not planted, we'll put her in the truck." "How can you tell?" "It's not difficult. Usually there are tracks in the mud. We spend a day or two hunting them." ******** Huggi looked lost in his Fremont Red Raiders cheerleading outfit. They wrapped him in a blanket and made him stand on the dock while they waited for more drones and for better scanning equipment. "You move off that dock and I'll shoot you." Joey chambered a round in the shotgun. He pointed it at Huggi. "Why?" Huggi looked ready to cry. "Because, officer, there's a devil bush in the neighborhood and I don't trust you." "Did you kill it?" Huggi looked around. "We killed one triplet. Might be others. Still some hidebehinds and whippets to burn." "I'm not infected." "Not saying you are. But you're getting scanned. Stand there and look pretty. And stop shivering. You're making me cold." "Why is she with you?" "Because she is one fucking bad-ass tree-killing giant. Why are you not out here, kicking ass?" "I've been girled." "Yeah? So was she. Shut the fuck up." ******** They left Chastity in the truck with Huggi while they burned whippets and hidebehinds. They gave Chastity a hatchet. They gave Huggi kisses on the forehead and strict instructions not to get out of the seat unless he was being digested. After they killed the last of the known monsters, they got the order to burn Roy's cabin. They drove back. They drank Roy's beer. They played poker. They waited for more drones to arrive. "I'm going to miss this place," Joey said, waving a beer. "Lot of memories here." "I'll miss the hot tub," Chastity said. "Bet we can save the hot tub," Joey said. "Why are we burning this?" Chastity looked around at the ceiling above her. "Because it has a basement. T-waves can't see that far down. The boss won't spring for ground-penetrating radar." "Roy has a basement? I never saw a basement." "You don't want to. Girls who see that basement are never normal again." ******** They burned the cabin with the big cannon. They weren't able to save the hot tub. They made Huggi ride on somebody's lap. The men passed him around, from lap to lap, usually with a squeeze to the boob and a pinch on the arse. They laughed at Huggi's erection. They asked him when he thought it would fall off. They drove to Two Lisa. They dropped Huggi off at the manor. They put the truck in the maintenance barn. Joey watched with amusement as Chastity stepped out of her firefighter's ensemble. "Don't you get cold wearing just a tee shirt?" he asked. "It's a sweatshirt. I wanted out of that house. Didn't feel like joining the morning-after orgy." "Breakfast?" "Sure." Although it was closer to lunch. "We'll stop by the laundry. See if we can find you some cast-offs." "Hooker clothes? No, thank you. I'll make something in the fabs." "Have to go to the manor for that." "Fuck." ********* She ended up wearing hooker clothes. Some of them were surprisingly warm. "Leopard print. My new favorite color." Joey handed her a pair of hoop earrings. "Real gold." "Gold filled." She declined. Joey bought her lunch at the Wurst Wagen. She had a chowder brat, a bottled water, and a cheese-n-fruit box. The woman at the sausage cart flirted with Joey shamelessly. They had to walk away to get any privacy. They sat on an old horse trough to eat their lunch. "Are you working today?" Joey asked. "No." "Want to go to Grandma's house?" "No fucking today. I'm sore." "I have the day off. Wanna do something?" "Joey, go home to your wife." "She hates me." "Imagine that. Show some common courtesy. Divorce the woman." "Can't do that. See, as long as I'm an employee in good standing, my wife and my daughter are safe. Ex-wife? Not so much." "I can't begin to describe...." He put a finger to her lips. "You're in the same pickle barrel. Tell me you're not." "You want a friend." Joey looked away. "Sure." "You want free sex." He grinned. "Okay." "Were you one of the ones who raped Joi? And her friend?" "Yeah." "We're never going to be friends, Joey. You want to fuck? Pay for it. But I can't guarantee that I'll be a good lay. I'm disappointed at you and I'm sore." He threw his Cactus Jack bag in the recycle. "Want a ride to town?" "Sure." ******** Joey dropped her off at the bowling alley. Chastity rented a lane. She bowled two frames in her slutty hooker clothes and fashionable bowling shoes. Then she sat and cried. She ended up going home with Jackson. She spent the day playing video games with him. She helped him study. She washed his laundry and cooked burritos for both of them in the microwave. She wasn't as sore as she thought she was. Sex with Jackson was kind of mellow. She sprayed milk as she orgasmed. "That reminds me," Chastity said. "I have to feed the monsters." "You left your baby with the sitter all day?" "No. I don't have a baby. I never was a baby mama - just a wet nurse." "They took him away?" "They harvested him. He was a medical clone. They chopped him into parts and put him in another little boy." "Who are you feeding?" He motioned to her tits. "Plants." "You have one of those? Can I see it?" ******** 'Call me.' There were at least four people who might leave her a message like that. But only one was arrogant enough to feel that he wouldn't need to leave a number. She tapped her specs. "Return call." Brennan answered after four rings. "You didn't show up for work today. Are you taking a menstrual day?" "My workdays are Tuesday to Friday." "Working girls are on Tuesday through Saturday. If Monday is a holiday, you work Sunday night too. Got that?" "I'm on my way." "No. Take the day. You had a big night." "I know better, Brennan. Not in the mood to see someone get raped because I didn't know to show up for work." He laughed. "Normally I would make your mom pull all your clients tonight - along with her own. But Joey filled me in on the hatchet work you did. I'm impressed. You. Will. Comfort the widow tomorrow and deliver the bad news. Got that?" "I'll need some information." "It's on your specs. See you Tuesday night, eight to four. Do you want the floor show or do you want to work the rooms?" "Um." "Your last performance was impressive. A hundred-thousand cume, so far." "Brennan, this is twisted, even for you. You made your point. We both have incentive to be employee of the month. You won." "You want the rooms." "Given my druthers, yes." "Okay. I'll pull Marion in. She looks enough like you. She's also not genetically related to our other star performer." He laughed. "Any more than passes for normal in this inbred village." "Jidu and Tau. How many times are you going to do this?" "Until you stop calling me an arse-twat." "Stop behaving like one and I'll stop naming the monster. Seriously, Brennan, if you're not just yanking my twat about being General Manager, then ease up. You want someone with a mind for that position." "You just crossed a line." "Fuckin' eh, I did. And now someone will pay." Brennan laughed. "Because I'm an arse twat. Okay, girl, you won this round. Nobody pays." He waited a beat. "Don't forget about the Lacayo widow. It's one of the shit jobs that a General Manager does." ******** Jackson looked over while driving. "You need a new job." "I need a mindwipe." ******** Chastity made introductions. "Hi, Joy. This is Jackson." "You brought a man home?" "I brought a man home. Don't have kittens. He wants to watch me feed the babies, erm, feed the monsters. Hi, Marion." "Hi. Who's the cutie?" "I'm Jackson." He held out his hand. "Are you a stripper? Like your sisters?" Marion shook his hand. "I'm a dealer." "Oh. You mean like, smokes?" He made a motion like toking a doobie. "No, like at a casino." She made a motion like dealing out cards. "Chastity, where did you find this boob?" "College. He's majoring in Women's Studies." Jackson looked at Chastity curiously. "Biomechanics." Chastity grimaced. "Maybe you should consider a minor. So you can learn what not to say around women." "Yeah, well. My mouth gets away from me. That's why I never get laid." He blushed. Marion laughed. "Ya think?" "Where are my milkers?" Chastity asked, looking in the cabinet. "Your mom borrowed them." Chastity leaned against the cabinet and laughed. She laughed until she cried. Jackson put his arms around Chastity to comfort her. A few minutes later, he had his arms around three women. They were all crying. ******** Joi and Marion left the house for work. Jackson watched as Chastity made new milkers in the fab. He sat, quietly embarrassed, as she pumped milk and filled bottles. She counted bottles. "I don't have enough to feed everybody. We'll do the ones outside. I'll pump later for the ones downstairs." Chastity and Jackson giggled a lot in the snow, feeding monsters and throwing snowballs. The monsters learned to throw snowballs. Then Chastity and Jackson played Call of the Void on Joi's public console in the living room. "Yuh think I could teach the plants to play this game?" she asked Jackson. "It would be like arming polar bears with rifles. Somebody will have an extinction event." Jackson fell asleep on the couch. She covered him with a blanket. She went downstairs and fed her monsters the natural way. She relaxed on her bed with her boobs hanging over the side and let the monsters suckle. Had they grown? They certainly had changed colors. A vivid green and yellow now. She fell asleep to these thoughts. At 3:15 in the morning, the monsters grew restless. They woke her up. She stood on her bed and looked out the window. "It's just Joi and Marion coming home from work." She went back to sleep.