(M/F sex) You get that pizza! It's your favorite kind...

"So," Bones asks, the grey-skinned beauty working on finalizing the splint holding her arm in place so that she'll be ready to move, "help me get my mind off all this pain, Gun Bunny. What is this friend of yours like? By your reaction I take it you weren't a huge fan. Since you both got kicked out for violating rules and regs I figured you would go together like Thelma and Louise."

You wrinkle your nose, which is turning into your most common reaction to things Bones says. "You aren't gonna catch me dead spending a moment of my off hours with some Chair **** stewardess! Besides that, she's one of the ones that snitched on me more than once for breaking regulations!" You pause for a moment. "...okay, maybe in this case it was actually a bad idea and I could've accidentally leaked state secrets without realizing I was doing but that was still no call for her to go straight to my C.O. about it. And aside from that, she's completely self-centered, always has an angle, and she's, like... really flirty with everyone she meets, just, constantly."

There's a ding at the door. Pizza's here! You excitedly leap to your feet. Bones hides under the bed covers, not thinking this is a good idea but out of energy to argue the point.

As it turns out, the freckle-faced young guy delivering the pie is pretty cute in that gangly, awkward civilian kind of way. He even listened to your request to put extra shaved carrots on the side salad. Realizing you forgot to bring your wallet, you do what comes naturally. The pizza guy awkwardly pins his hands against his sides, figuring you're either a hero or a villainess, and has a bit of a deer-in-headlights look as you immediately turn around and start grinding your well-rounded butt up against his hips.

Giving him a kissy face and a wink over your shoulder, you ask if he's sure that there's no other way you can pay for the delivery. After a couple minutes of his stammered explanations as you keep trying to lead him over to an armchair where you can 'get a little more comfortable', a pager on his belt goes off, informing him another order is ready for him to pick up. At least, you assume that's what it was saying; you snatch it off his belt and play keep away with him as he reaches for it. You use that momentum to maneuver him into the armchair and push him down there. Before he can react, you do a hop and land butt-first on his lap so hard that he has the wind knocked out of him.

"L-listen, wait up," he says, putting his hands on your shoulders as you lean in and start planting kisses on his neck and cheeks, avoiding your attempts to kiss him on the lips, "I have a girlfriend, okay? And she has an internship at the League of Propriety! If she got word that I was doing *gulp* stuff with a super criminal..."

"HEY! I am NOT a super criminal!" you say indignantly, even though you actually kinda are. You raise a hand to give him a slap but stop yourself, you don't want him filing a police report. "C'moooon, I just want a free pizza and salad. You're getting a great deal here," you say as you lean in and push your breasts up against him. "I bet you haven't gotten to do very much with this girlfriend of yours yet, huh? I can guarantee you I'll do things she doesn't. What's wrong, you worried I'll get mad if..." you slip your hand down and pet his crotch heavily, feeling the hardness there, "...you don't have the 'firepower' to satisfy me? You're in luck, I'm so wound up right now that I know I'll have a hair trigger. Hee hee... or should that be, 'Hare trigger'?" you playfully bat him with one of your costume rabbit ears.

"Uh, uhhhhh," he says, inching his hand up to try and wrestle his pager back away from you, "I really can't afford to lose this job right now. I know it seems like a crappy gig but you have no idea how hard it is to find anything in this city ever since the Dot Com bubble, and if I don't get some work experience now that I'm starting college I'm in trouble. My boss gets seriously pissed if I take too long getting back from deliveries!"

"Oh," you say, nodding understandingly and raising slightly off of him. "I see. I wouldn't want to get you in trouble..."

Just as he starts to try and stand up, you reach down and unbuckle his jeans and pull down his zipper. "We can skip the foreplay, then. Now c'mon, gimme some extra sausage with that pizza." You pull his boxes all the way down, and in pulling away, he lets them drop free onto the ground, leaving him nude from the waist down.

He's... not particularly impressive in the dick department. Even though all of your groping and rubbing got him fully erect, his little pink soldier doesn't look like it measures up more than five inches. But, after a few seconds staring and considering laughing him out of the room, you talk yourself back into it. After all, you've killed nearly two dozen men by this point but making fun of a guy's endowment after you made the first move is just plain tacky. You turn around, kneeling on the armchair and resting your hands on the back of it, presenting your butt and shaking it from side to side, patting the fluffy ball of cotton that is your costume's "tail".

You hear him breathing heavily. You turn around and give him a mischievous smile, putting your hand between your legs and running your fingers intently up and down your crotch, where the thin fabric of your leotard is clearly showing your slit. "Does your girlfriend wax down here? Because I sure do." you say, working your fingers under it and pulling the crotch of your leotard aside to reveal your hairless slit. On account of those movies you can feel that you're already quite moist down there. This guy is definitely a dud compared to the confident, attractive and dangerous man you'd had your eye on at first tonight, but, any port in a storm, right? Who knows the next time you'll have a chance to have some fun.

Finally, the pizza guy's instincts kick in and he comes up close to you, resting his hands on your muscular, springy buttocks and poking your thigh with his dick. "I... can see and hear your boyfriend under the sheets there, trying to breathe quietly. You're a really kinky girl, huh?"

Giggling, you shake your head. "Oh, my friend there is actually a chick, but never mind her. You're not gonna have the time or energy for anyone else after me."

That's all the encouragement he needs. Grabbing you around the waist, he takes careful aim and slides himself into your dripping wet, eager cunt. It's been over a month, and the sensation of a warm, stiff manhood inside you is a great relief from the tension you've been feeling. You slide one hand between your legs and start energetically flicking over the sensitive hood of your sex as he backs out of you and then slides in again, this time until his hips are squishing against your bottom and the costume tail is tickling his tummy.

"Unh!! Oh yes! Ahhhh, that feels good!" you say, starting to breathe heavily as he quickens the pace. "Yes, deeper, deeper! I'm not your delicate little girlfriend, fuck me hard!"

"Oh shit! It's so h-hot!" he gasps, going slack jawed and resting one of his hands against the back of your head. He even gives your bottom a couple of playful spanks in between thrusts. In the past, you'd had problems with the stamina of the three boyfriends you've had since you got your enhancements and often left unsatisfied. Yet whereas before you needed at least a good 10 minutes with the kind of guy who could pose for a calendar to get you there, this dud of a pizza guy has you yelping so loud that the neighbors surely hear and feeling yourself crossing the point of no return in less than half that time.

"AHHHHHhhhhHHAAAAA!" you scream out a long, sharp yelp as you feel your stomach quiver and pleasure floods your senses, leaving you gasping. "F-fuck! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

"Ohhh... unnhhhhh.. oh damn..." he is clearly enjoying your pussy but isn't there himself yet. He seems surprised. "I can't believe this is happening to me. Are... are you on the pill...?"

You giggle again as you start bucking your hips back against his thrusts. "Shouldn't you have asked that before you put it in me?" you ask playfully, pointedly not answering his question. "Come on, don't slow down! Keep fucking me! Just tell your boss you wanted to give great service and make sure the customer got to cum twice!"

Girlfriend all but forgotten, he obediently keeps smacking his hips against yours. It's only when you're rolling to the side to feel a different angle of his cock exploring your depths that you notice the doorway was left open.

...and, right outside the doorway, you see something all too familiar. A pair of big beautiful eyes, glowing in the dark, visible even in the unlit gloom of the night outside the motel room door. Around them was the faint shape of a pretty smiling face, limned with that same soft, inner light, cut off below the neck where her bodysuit blocked the inner radiance. "Enjoying a little R&R, Lena? Or is this the 'mission' you needed help with? Hee hee~" a soft, feminine voice floats in from the hall there.

You try to think through the waves of pleasure running through your body and making you numb. How the hell did that glow-in-the-dark bitch get here so fast? Somehow, being bent over a chair with a random pizza delivery guy balls deep inside you strikes you as not being the most dignified option for impressing the importance of your mission upon your latest recruit. "Ahhhh.. uhhh... Hi, Uplink..." you say awkwardly.