Nikki invites Widowmaker

Nikki couldn’t discount Sombra’s judgement, while the real world was less exciting than the one inside of the game she came from – she did have the street smarts that he didn’t. “Widowmaker doesn’t strike me as a personable woman.”

Sombra nodded, “That’s an understatement… that woman is messed up in the head, totally loco. But as long as you’re not in front of her rifle you don’t have anything to worry about.”

Nikki knew that the app did some kind of brainwashing magic to change some of the most notorious criminals and terrorists in the world into submissive (somewhat) nymphos who were obsessed with him. Still, the idea of inviting a psychopathic assassin into his new home and bedding her filled him with no shortage of anxiety.

Nikki steeled his resolve and pushed the button.

A second later, the latex clad, blue skinned bombshell appeared out of thin air. She even came with all of her futuristic equipment. She ignored Nikki at first, looking around the apartment, and then to Sombra who was giving her a friendly wave, “Hola.”

“Sombra. Where are we?”

Sombra wasted no time in getting overly familiar with her old co-worker, “Heh. Our Papi here has decided that working for Talon isn’t our thing anymore.” Sombra planted one of her hands on Widowmaker’s giant, curvy ass without asking for permission. Widowmaker ignored the unwanted sexual advance and turned her cool gaze to Nikki, who felt his heart stop. If looks could kill…

Those yellow daggers softened slightly, however any outward expression of interest from Widow was suppressed by her programming – now repurposed to devote her body and soul only to Nikki. Instead, she placed her hybrid rifle down against the table and loosened her hair, “Call me Amélie.”

“Uh, nice to have you, Amélie.”

“What would you like me to do?”

Nikki scratched his chin, “Uh. Sombra recommended you to me as a security guard.”

Widowmaker did not complain, but she did decide to clarify her skills, “I am more suited for sharpshooting than bodyguarding, but if it pleases you, I will do my best to fulfil that role.”

“Ugh! Always such a buzzkill,” Sombra groaned, “Amélie, why don’t you unwind a bit and let our Papi show you a good time?”

“Are you suggesting that I sleep with our new employer?”

Sombra glanced at Nikki, “See what I mean? You should try and warm her up a little, because even with that smoking hot body - she’s as cold as ice.” Widowmaker continued to stare impassively even as Sombra insulted her in earshot.

Nikki held up his hands, “Hold on a sec, if Amélie wants to take her time getting used to things, I’m not going to **** her into anything.”

Amélie fluffed her hair, she was a natural beauty who knew just how to inflame Nikki’s loins. “I am ready to follow any order you give me. Although I have not experienced intercourse since I killed my husband.”

“What a mood setter that is…” Sombra joked.

“I promise I will not kill you, Nikki.”

“Noted. How about we give you the tour?”

“I am more than capable of assessing this environment by myself, monsieur. It would be a waste of your time to trouble yourself with such a thing.” Widowmaker strode past Sombra and Nikki, butt swaying like a runway model. What kind of genius decided to give her such a sexy purple latex suit? As she disappeared around a corner, Sombra sighed and slapped Nikki’s shoulder.

“You bring over a hot piece of action like that and you don’t jump right in?”

“Lay off, will you? I don’t just think with my dick.”

“And that’s why you were a virgin until I showed up,” she responded, sticking out her tongue. “We’ll have to break her in later. I always wanted to get my hands on that body of hers.”

“You seem more excited about this than I am…”