Chapter Text
Everyone on the street knows that when you see a heavy armored van parked in an abandoned lot that it is a beacon of trouble. Worse when you can see some heavy antenna and comm equipment reaching out from the roof of the huge frame. No markings or identification, best to walk the other way and ignore any sirens from Tin Men patrol cars coming down toward it.
Though luckily for the inhabitants of the van no one has taken interest or close notice of them yet. Having a few programs running to cut off any calls or cameras that might pick them up or talk about them does help. Such a thing isn’t difficult for the two hackers that work inside the van given to them for a specific job that is starting to irritate one of them.
She growls low in anger as she stares at the group of screens in front of her that bleed code and data that paint a picture she can see. There is electronic pop playing in the background on full blast but she doesn’t bounce to it as her focus remains on the programs going on. Reaching up to push some of her thick curly raven black hair with midnight blue under coloring back and retying the loose strands back into one of her hair buns she huffs. Her cat ear headphones hold the rest back with only a pair of dark locks that frame her small soft face of dark skin with bright starlight freckles. Bright topaz eyes scan the data of the screen as she looks beyond it to the series of programs and hacks she has running.
Her overly large jacket is still hanging off her shoulders as she has forgotten to pull it back up, letting the other occupant of the van get a good view of her outfit. Very small tube top and booty shorts that hugs her moderate chest and wide hips with ample ass and thigh highs connected to it. Under it all is plenty of fishnets that contrast nicely against her dark skin and against the choker with a short leash on it. She lets out a low sigh as wires from the console and screens hang low with the end of the connection attached to her wrists.
All letting her dive deeper into the code and take direct control of it all, like a conductor or clay shaper. Though it would be more apt if the band was trying to shoot at her or the clay threatened to come apart into wasted code.
Knowing how to hold it all together, she huffs before reaching in to adjust the virus she has eating at their target’s mainframe. Constant pressure was needed for this job to make sure that alarms didn’t go off as the other hacker in the van was keeping control of. The issue is that it’s taking far longer than she would like and out of the corner of her eye she can see the clock ticking down.
She has plenty of time left, but having the other leaning over her shoulder and watching it work didn’t help. His voice calls out to her over the personal channel of their call, a deep rumbling electronic voice that she hated how it causes her ears to tingle.
“Are you sure you don’t need help Gremlin? It’s already been 10 minutes and you have barely cracked through their first layer. I wouldn’t mind lending you a hand if you ask very nicely, wouldn’t even need to beg… At first.”
Neon, though he sometimes calls her Gremlin, glares at the screen before turning around with a hissing growl. Her companion in the van looms over her even as he sits behind, being several feet taller than her short frame lead to that. There isn’t a face that stares down at her, instead a black almost mirrored faceplate with a strange digital triangle on his forehead and dark synthetic skin below.
Wearing a thick black turtleneck under a heavy duty armored vest and gray tactical pants across what she knew to be a completely robotic body, he never hides what he is. Even without a face she can tell by his smug tone that he was more than happy to tease her about the wait. Her voice is much higher and filled with annoyance on the edge of violent anger as she sneers at him.
“Oh fuck off Hentai, I got this, just taking a little longer than it should. Bastards said the firewall they have is thin, but they didn’t say it is multilayered, so many fucking layers… Assholes!”
The robot turns his head to her, actual code name Blackjack but she likes her nickname better. Although there isn’t a way for his face to emote she is used to him and can tell he is giving the equivalent of an eyebrow raise. Probably even a smug smile or a scowl in turn, though she is pretty sure he is always either smug as shit or annoyed from moment to moment. She can’t help but share in that feeling, but she has to be in the same space as the asshole as well. He lets out an electric chuckle that tingles across her skin as she tries to ignore him.
“Uh-huh… I can see that by how shaky your code is, you know this might be a bit over your head girl. This takes a bit more controlled touch and I don’t think you have that capacity in you, more likely to blow up and have it all break down…”
She doesn’t care for the condescending tone of his voice or the fact that she can still feel him looming over her. Glancing back, he has stood up from his chair and now is looking over her shoulder to the screens and taking in the stream of code. Unlike her, he doesn’t need the direct connection to his own console as all of his is a digital when it’s his own set up. Neon has seen his hands change into connecters when he needs to do some personal work, though that isn't’ the only thing his hands can do.
Taking a moment to shake her head, Neon pushes those thoughts to the back of her mind as she needs to focus on the hack. Gritting her teeth as her clipped ears faintly twitch for the moment as she knows exactly what he is going to say next. He volunteers himself to take over the hack and she makes herself useful in ‘thanks’ by getting between his legs. If this wasn’t a paid gig she might entertain that idea, just to tease and bite him into messing up while he tries to control her and the hack. But then she can hear a rough rugged voice over the comm net.
“Neon! What’s the progress? I want to get this done as soon as possible and it’s starting to be a bit of a wait. Need an ETA before I start hearing Tin Men siren’s coming down the street.”
Opening up the line to the team that had hired them for this job, a line that Blackjack can listen along, she snaps at the boss.
“Don’t you fucking get your panties in a twist! I have the hack going, but if your intel was solid then we would have been more prepared for this shit! How fucking hard is it to do a bit of recon and actually know what is going on? Give me 15 and I’ll have the firewall down, so unless you are getting cavity searched by the Tin Men right this moment then pull up your pants and sit on your thumbs.”
She cuts the line as she focuses on the screens in front of her, one part of her wanting to hold the virus and pressure in constant so that maybe the hack moves faster. The other is that she doesn’t want to glance back at Blackjack and look at the blank screen that screams ‘I told you so’ right to her face. Growling to herself, she feels him leaning in closer and causing her body to faintly tingle with the electricity that softly expels from him. His voice low and smug in her ear from being behind her and the private comm call.
“My oh my… Even grenades have longer fuses than you. Good luck convincing him to give a decent bonus now, no matter how much of his dick you suck. Why don’t I take over and you take a break, I know how to get those kinds of firewalls a bit quicker than your method of… Drip feeding it acid. You just seem distracted by pretty much anything.”
Letting out a low angry sigh, Neon gives him a side glance before pushing her virus a bit harder, pressing into the cracks of the firewall. She watches it tear apart and melt into her programs, none of the alarms going off and any sensors all silent. Though she knows that he is to thank for it, she isn’t going to give him an inch of credit because he will take it for a mile. Another firewall is bare before her as she starts the wave of virus and programs to tear it apart like the rest. Half of them are gone now and they still have time to spare, making her smirk as she turns on a heel toward him.
Blackjack leans back from her for a moment, something to it telling her that he might be a bit impressed with her. Though he wouldn’t say it with words as he still looms over her with a low chuckle that causes her chest to tingle. She is honestly sometimes pissed that she might actually like this pile of bolts, or at least liking the way she makes her feel. He is so smug and full of himself, only sometimes it isn’t warranted but that’s a fight she doesn’t have the energy for now.
Focusing back on her monitors, she doesn’t even bother looking back at him as she calls back in a high huff.
“As you can see Hentai, I am more than capable of doing this and getting it done before we ever catch a whiff of a Tin Man. You might even have time to put on one of those porn shows and jacking one off before I’m done, since you are a quick shot anyway. It really doesn’t matter to me, there isn’t anything that can get me off of this job and nothing that you can do that will distract me in the slightest.”
That’s the moment she suddenly feels a large clawed hand land on her ass and give it a generous squeeze while holding back a yelp. Looking back with a glare, she can see Blackjack now standing over her and blocking out the light behind him. Huge clawed hand on her ass and freely playing with it as his other hand rests just over her shoulder. The only threat he is offering is something mischievous and dangerous for the job, but Neon can feel excitement bubbling up in her chest. Any other time is a better time for this, it wouldn’t be the first, but his voice coils like rolling electricity in her ears as he leans in close.
“Really now? Is that a bet I hear you calling? Because I am more than happy to test you on that right now. You have been wiggling that ass this entire time. I was wondering if you wanted a good victory lap or wanted something more dangerous.”
Letting out a low huff, Neon gives him a dark glare as she knows she can push him away as much of an asshole as he is. He crosses lines and has tempted her almost unreasonably, but he never pushes it when she gives him a definite no. But right now her mind spins with thoughts and the thrill of having broken through most of the firewalls at this point. What harm can it really do to make the job a little more of a challenge and actually more enjoyable? She has already pissed off their boss probably so they can’t really do far worse than not being paid.
Thinking it over for another moment, she looks at the huge frame of the robot behind her that promises to give her a run for her money. Finally letting out a sigh, Neon huffs as she looks back at her screens and keeps holding the pressure on the hack. Her voice calls back to him with disinterest as she gently wiggles her ass in his grasp.
“Fine, since you can’t ever seem to keep your hands off of me, then I’ll take that bet. I can hold this hack no matter what you might do to me and go through with it to the end. Break my concentration, you pay for the next meal and I’ll fulfill your sick fantasy of being a personal toy for a day. I hold on then you are going to be my dildo for the next few videos I film, you got that?”
Excitement rolls through her body like a lightning charge at the thought of either, knowing full well that both outcomes would be fun. Despite being his to use and play with for a day, she knows he would record it for it and that turns her on. Getting more videos for herself to watch on days off, or even risky days at work, would be fantastic to have as well.
Though above all of this is temptation and fun, one aspect that will actually turn this into a competition; pride. She doesn’t need him lording this over her for months and after being taunted by him, Neon wants to prove to him that she is the best at her job.
She hears a low dangerous chuckle emanate from Blackjack as he continues to loom and lean over her. Hating that he can be so smug, she is about to tell him not to drool over her but that voice comes out as a sudden low gasping moan. The clawed hand on her ass shifts over to run a clawed finger against the crack of her booty shorts, pushing against the material and into her wet pussy. She doesn’t know how he does it but there is a soft electrical charge that tingles through the shorts into her skin. Heightening the sudden pleasure as she unconsciously lifts her ass slightly to give him more access to her body.
His laugh echoes through the van as his other hand goes across her shoulders and her back, the huge hand nearly spanning her shoulder length entirely. Sharp blades that graze her skin and almost threaten to cut into her but leave her just on the edge of it. A new kink that he has introduced to her and she hates how good it feels, making her body shiver with excitement. Reaching under her chest, he easily lifts up her tube top as it hooks into the fishnet and rips it apart without a care. Even through the pleasure coursing through her body she gives him a growl.
“You have any idea how much these cost to replace?”
Blackjack ignores her question as he lets her tits spill out from the top, bouncing in the air before his clawed hand reaches down to cup them in his hand. More pleasure pulses through her body as her hips slowly start to grind into his clawed finger, wanting more despite her growling anger. She feels his clawed hand on her tits start to twist and tug on a nipple and heighten the electric delight running through her body. His head leans down to be against her clipped ear, the faint tingling of electricity rolling across her along with his low rumbling voice.
“I have an idea, but it’s all fair in the game we play. Not my fault that you didn’t put that as part of the deal, but I can feel how much you like this. Why don’t we get to the main event?”
She bites her lip as the feeling of his fingers against her skin burns in bright enjoyment, half a mind focused on the screens in front of her. The code and virus are still going strong, though the pressure she is pushing them is starting to get a bit much. Pulling it back and letting it work through the firewall slowly, she lets out a low sigh of relief as she doesn’t need him to be smug.
Losing on the first touch and moment of attention would pump his ego to the point that it could power the city. Carefully riding the high of the pleasure rolling through her body, she huffs and glances up at him.
“You are going to fucking buy me new clothes after this when I win asshole, not the cheap stuff either!”
That’s when she feels the claw on her crotch shift down and forward, hooking into the top of her booty shorts. Knowing exactly what he is about to do, Neon lets out a low growl but doesn’t make a move to stop him. As much as she gets annoyed with her clothing getting ripped apart, she can’t help but enjoy the sound of it and the feel of his claws against her.
The claw blade rips the top front of the booty shorts before continuing down like scissors through wrapping paper. Only stopping when it curves around her crotch, taking her panties along with it, and almost all the way up the back of the shorts.
He doesn’t rip it the entire way through, keeping enough on her ass to hold it all in place as his hand slides down her cheek. More than anything she wants to put a virus in his ass for gleefully ripping apart her clothing, but even she can’t deny how much she is enjoying this. Another low moan escapes her as his clawed finger slides between the lips of her pussy and runs along it carefully.
She can feel the edge dulling on it’s own, he isn’t a complete idiot luckily, but having that faint feeling of danger heightens the pleasure. Grinding her hips harder into his touch, she can feel the hand on her tit shift over to the other and playfully tug on that one as well.
Every shift and movement of his hands across her sends shivering excitement across her entire being, her skin becoming hot and needy for more. She doesn’t beg for his touch, as much as she knows he will give it to her, but she does bite her lip before looking back at him. Neon knows how much that gets him going, something about the way she can look at him gets the strange robot excited.
He never did tell her why, something in his programming gave him a kink for it, but he doesn’t complain as she can hear a low rumbling hum of delight echo through the room. Taking that as his prompting to continue, she feels the clawed finger rubbing through her pussy dull until the blunted end teases her entrance.
Trying to hold herself back, just feeling his thick tingling static finger pushing into her teased pussy is still more than enough to draw a low moan. Raising her ass even higher for him, she feels his finger pushing deep until he starts stroking against her sensitive inner walls. More moans and gasps escapes her lips as she tries to turn her attention back to the screens and her work.
Glad she did as the virus was starting to break apart from not having enough pressure to eat through the firewall. Neon grunts and tries to pull her attention to the program, pushing the virus and watching as it finally eats through the third to last firewall.
Letting out a low chuckle, knowing that she is nearly done with this dumb bet, she starts thinking about what expensive clothing sets she can get him to buy for her. Though being caught up in these thoughts she loses all track of Blackjack as she suddenly feels his finger leave her pussy. Feeling her body suddenly empty and needy for more of his touch, she is about to look back and bark at him. Instead she stops short as she watches him leaning back into her with his large robotic cock in his hand while the other holds her phone. Neon’s eyes go wide as she recognizes the light under the camera showing that it’s recording, taking a video of her about to take his cock.
Anyone else would be horrified at having their things taken and used like this, but for Neon this is a switch flipped. Her entire body nearly vibrates as she knows she will be able to watch this back later, the heat and need reaching new heights. No shame left in her as she knows what she wants to see herself doing, reaching back to spread her pussy lips and letting out a panting breath.
“Come on then asshole, give it to me, use your dildo cock to fill me up, see if you can make me feel it~”
Blackjack lets out a low chuckle as he has seen her do this, but watching his hard cock throb in response says that he still loves it. Pressing the tip of it against the entrance of her pussy, she bites back a low moan just feeling it gently vibrating against her. Trying to take control of her breathing, she is about to push herself back against him out of frustration but it's stopped by feeling his huge hand grip her waist. Wrapping completely around it, she looks up at his looming frame with her phone and hears his low rumbling chuckle.
“Needy slut, I know how much you love this, but I’ll give you a little mercy… Since you seem to have such a hard time actually focusing on your work~”
Neon’s eyes go wide as she turns her eyes to the screens and watches the second to last firewall pushing back against the virus. About to push the virus harder, she instead lets out a loud echoing moan as she feels the entire length of his cock thrust inside her. She is used to playing with toys and the like, but there is something to the texture and electric pulse of his cock that hits her like nothing else. Gripping the end of the table as she tries to find some focus on anything but her body tightening hungrily around his shaft. His low delighted groan matching her own sends her body over the edge immediately, quivering with absolute bliss.
It takes her a moment to pull her eyesight back from blurring with pleasure, seeing that she is about to lose her grip on the program. Pushing her virus to the limit of being detected, she watches it drip into the firewall and start tearing it apart. With only the last firewall left, Neon lets out a low gasp before feeling Blackjack grip one of her hair buns and pull her head back. More pleasure courses through her body as she looks up into the black faceplate though she can imagine the smirk of delight across it. His voice vibrates through her as she can feel his girth pressing against her belly.
“Almost there, but you look like you’re barely holding on. Stubborn little bitch like you might be able to make it… But also not, do you need some help Gremlin? Just say so and I’ll cut the difference on the bet~”
Temptation rocks through her heart, being used by him as a personal toy to play with and pleasure himself as he likes while he films it for her. For a moment she considers taking it, even if he might lord it over her then she can take her time enjoying this from him. Pride wins out as she lets out a deep breath and focuses entirely on the program, gritting her teeth while glancing back to him.
“Fuck you asshole, I’m not going to bow to your cock just because you think it’s divine. Take your ‘mercy’ and shove it up your ass Hentai, I’m not done.”
A low growl emanates from Blackjack as he tugs on her hair harder and thrusts his cock in and out of her dripping pussy. She can feel her wetness dripping down her legs and quickly starting to make a small puddle on the floor of the van. Trying to focus on the program running, she barely keeps the right balance as she can feel his hips slapping against her ass.
Every thrust pushing just deep enough to feel like a bolt of lightning strikes her spine and runs through her body. Pleasure and bliss working into every nerve she has and as she doesn’t know how much more she can take. Her clenched teeth quickly unlock and her moaning groans echo through the van as it starts to become overwhelming.
She knows that his precum is starting to coat the inside of her pussy as the tingling pleasure seeps deep into her. Neon doesn’t know how he did it, but made sure that his cum is nearly addicting to the taste and heightens the bliss. Whimpering and moaning against his heavy thrusts as her entire body tingles with delight, another orgasm already coming close.
Feeling her focus on the program starting to slip as the pleasure takes hold of her mind, filling it with a lustful fog. Putting all of the pressure she can into the virus to take out the last firewall, she doesn’t know if she can hold on for the entirety.
Blackjack’s thrusts and grip on her body only become harder as she can feel his cock throbbing wildly inside her. There is a deep delight at the thought that he is getting excited from feeling her pussy gripping his cock and wanting more. Gripping the edge of the table and pushing her ass back against his thrusts, Neon starts to lose herself just as the orgasm hits her like a car.
Letting out a loud cry of deep pleasure, she feels him grip her tightly and groan into her ear as his cock throbs wildly inside her. Feeling herself being suddenly filled with warm tingling cum, she pushes the virus one last time before losing consciousness for a moment.
Nearly falling from the table to the ground, she is only saved by the huge robot holding her up without much sympathy. Though she can hear his gears and electronics clicking and letting out strained sounds, it finally settles as he takes the equivalent of catching his breath. Letting out a low sigh of satisfaction, Neon grips onto his hand for support as she can feel her body still quivering from the aftershocks. He looks down at her before shaking his head.
“Wow… Not entirely bad Gremlin… Gave me a run for my money… But I should finish up the hack before we get yelled at again or have to cut our losses. Don’t feel too bad though, I’m sure that-”
His words are cut off as he stares at the screen, prompting her to take a deep breath and pull herself up to look at the screen. A wide grin grows across her face as she looks back at his black faceplate and lets out a low laugh that becomes high with cackling victory. The final firewall down and the entire system open to them, all while she was getting her back blown out by this asshole. Neon puts a finger to his face and lets it drag down as her voice comes out breathless,.
“Fuck… You… Black… Jack… You… Owe… Me…”
The high is enough to cause her to be a bit light headed though as she can feel the van spinning around her. Nearly falling back to the ground, instead she feels him pull her to the side and rest her on the chair with surprising gentleness. Feeling her mind starting to drift into exhaustion, she can still see out of the corner of her eyes Blackjack looking the system over. The smirk on her face only grows as she listens to him over the communication line to their current employers,.
“Looks like you are all good to go fellas. Make sure you tip your entry people on the way in… And make sure to thank Neon for holding it together.”
She chuckles softly as he steps back to her, squatting down to eye level as he seems to look her over. Neon gives him an eyebrow raise while leaning back in the chair, feeling her entire body burning with aftershocks of pleasure and soreness. Finally finding the breath to speak, she gives him a quirked smile.
“So… Why didn’t you take the credit from me? Not like I was going to shout out about it?”
Blackjack seems to pause for a moment while staring at her, probably coming up with some witty comeback or remotely hacking her account again. She is more than ready for it, but not the words that come out of him.
“Because you earned it. I lost. Fair and square.”
Neon blinks as she can feel her face burning with a bright blush, surprised by him shamelessly admitting his defeat. She opens her mouth to say something back, but no words come out a she settles back in the chair with a low huff. Feeling herself somewhat flustered, she instead lets it slide as she looks away and says quietly.
“Thanks… Asshole…”