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Chapter 3 by Roseidurian Roseidurian

What's next?

Shaw wants

"Enough is enough!" Shaw snapped.

She pushed Root up against the wall of the station, trying to ignore the hacker's playful grin. She pressed her forearm to Root's throat and Root's smile just widened.

"All the flirting, the being a pain, are you serious?!" Shaw shouted.

"Something wrong, sweetie?" Root said.

Shaw growled.

"You want this, then?" Shaw said. WIth her other hand she grabbed the neck of Root's top and yanked; it tore to bare milky white cleavage contrasted against her dark bra.

"What do you think?" Root said breathlessly.

Shaw tore again, utter frustration in her eyes that would have made Root grin even if the fit Persian wasn't in the process of getting her naked. Each tear made Root's smile widen.

A smile which promptly faded when, instead of any fun stuff, she found herself being given an almighty push by Shaw and **** out of the station. The door clicked shut behind her and locked.

"Hey!" Root shout. "Sameen, hey!"

No response. Nervously Root turned around.

She was naked, Shaw had seen to that. Only her shoes remained, and a vague torn thread of her pants that Shaw had been too impatient to get rid of, but so small was it that even if she tore it off from around her ankle it would struggle to cover even a nipple.

Root crossed her arms, squirming on the spot. She was in a darkened alley, the one blessing in all this, but sooner or later someone would go down there. And with the station locked behind her there was no way to go but out.

She looked up at a security camera that regarded her with interest.

"You know you said that would end with her getting me naked?" Root said.

"I recall," the Machine said, the omniscient artificial intelligence that could always speak to her through her ear.

The camera focused. Root blushed.

"This wasn't what I thought you meant!" Root squealed.

She looked around the alley in panic, as if someone was just going to leave a spare outfit lying around. There was nothing but the nude, shaking hacker.

The Machine spoke again in its usual disjointed voice, snippets from countless other sources stitched together to form words.

"You have an attractive ass, analog interface," She said.

Can Root get to clothes? (Well, no, let's face it, where would the fun in that be?) What awaits Root next?

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