Something new.

As your hand caresses your soft silk panties you don’t feel even the slightest bump, nothing, that said you don’t seem to have a pussy either. Completely confused, you reach into your little panties and are relieved to feel at least a little nub of a cock and absentmindedly begin to fondle it, quite enjoying the sensation. As you do you can’t help but notice a new little icon appear in the computer readout in corner of your vision. Using your eye as a stylus you highlight the staff like icon and mentally click it, instantly there is a reaction, your cock springs to life in your hand and flops out of your panties. To your surprise, and delight, it now hangs down to the hem of your cute little skirt, some 9” long, and is nice and thick, not obscenely so, but a good hand full. You simply cannot resist the opportunity and plop your cute little ass down on a big hunk of metal and begin to stroke your meat, and healthy sack, as if you had never done it before. Soon you are raging hard, panting like a teenager in heat, trying to get your glorious manhood to release. Sadly, it seems, you aren’t going to be so lucky as to simply pleasure yourself, as your apparently now even stronger hearing, alerts you to the sound of several people coming up the stairs, both inside the building, and up the fire escape. “Oh fuck.” Is all you can say as you jolt to your feet, your skirt tenting out with your unsatisfied raging cock. Doing a quick scan with your computer’s components, you realize that you are emitting a signal you didn’t initiate. “Fuck, no wonder I got away so easy, the doc put a bug in me.” Luckily you come up with a plan as you sprint to the edge of the roof and look down the back of the building. Using a drainage pipe that runs down the wall, you quickly, and effortlessly, descend the building as you have your internal radio/telephone begin transmitting massive amounts of garbage to scramble the signal, and with a speed you were not previously capable of, you race off once again into the night clutching the package to your chest. As you go you can’t help but smile as you once again click the little obviously penis shaped icon, and feel your cock shrink back to the tiny nub. This proves to be just a bit too much as you even laughingly whisper, “Nana nana nana nana, stealth cock, stealth cock, stealth cock.” To the tune of the old batman theme. Soon you are heading down what your computer tells you is some of the worst areas of the city in the general direction of where you now seem to remember where your car is hiding.

Several times you hear various gang members, hookers, john’s, and god knows what else, call out to you. Ignoring all this you clutch the prototype to your chest and just keep running. You are amazed at just how long you are able to keep this pace up, but after the second time your internal air supply kicks in to help alleviate the strain on your lungs, you realize you had better find some place to cool down, as your body is now covered in a thick sheen of sweat. Looking around you realize you just might have made it. It takes you a few moments to get your bearings, calling up the stored data in your computer sense you don’t dare break the static you are using to stop the bug inside of you somewhere, and figure out just where you hid your ride. Once you are pretty sure you know where it is you set off once again into the night, this time at more of a modest jog, and finally see your crappy little sporty coupe, somehow knowing instantly it is yours. “Well, at least you are here.” You say to your little dark green two seat sporty mid engine rocket of a car. As your fingers slide over the smooth metal of the door, the computer in your head interfaces with the security system and the door clicks open. Slipping onto the slightly worn black leather seats you fire the engine to life and for the first time sense you stepped on the rooftop, you can’t help but feel safe.

Zipping down the road, you call up the map in your head, and have it lead you to the drop off point. As you pull up to the huge public gym in the nice area of downtown, the haze of the morning sun, blurred by the pollution in the air, is barely visible on the horizon. Stepping out of the car on your sexy heels, you can’t help but laugh as you see two young men in polo shirts and kaki shorts check you out. It only takes a few moments to find the outside locker and you key in the code you somehow know and put the device inside. You see your money as well as another job is inside as you expected. Grabbing the package, you wait till you are comfortably within your car once again to count the $100,000 and slot the chip.

The file wants you to go to a club called "The Pit." The center of which is an **** fighting arena surrounded by an area full of street vendors, performers, and all sorts of freaks and thugs deep in the combat zone and talk to the man in charge named The Wizard of Odds. It seems he is looking for someone to find and apprehend a thief alive and will pay $100,000 for a specialist.

A huge yawn informs you of your next move. You want nothing more than to find a street doc and get the bug out of you, but sadly in order to find one you need to get online. That said you can barely keep your eyes open, your clothes are starting to stick to you as they are not exactly the type of thing you would want to wear while running across town. Driving a few blocks you find a nice looking motel and as you pull into the parking garage you are pleased as your connection is instantly broken by the massive scan blocker that apparently this moderately high class hotel apparently runs for the security of it’s guests. Instantly relieved, you find a spot, grab the case, and stroll into the elevator. The pleasing music helps to put you further at ease and after dropping $2000 you are soon opening the door to an amazing room with a comfy looking bed covered in plush white silk sheets. Stripping instantly, you call room service and order $100 in food, and ask for a maid to be sent up to gather up your clothes and wash them, letting them know that they will be piled just outside the door, and climb into the shower. As you sink into the bathtub filled with bubbles you can’t help but fondle your amazing tits, suckling your perky nipples, and spring your cock into life so you can finish what you started on the roof. Maybe it is the water, or your amazing tits, or who knows exactly what, but you soon even find yourself using your amazing flexibility to stick a pair of fingers into your ass just to see what the fuss is all about. Before you know it you hear your door open and a sexy voice call out “Room service.”