Sometimes, yeah, they are

To your eternal gratitude, nothing else pops up. Not even when you make your way through the back alleys, reaching a desolated and trash-filled little dead-end. You have no idea how the burned out hulk of a car made it here, considering some of the tight turns, but you don't care. Fox manipulates a complicated looking lock system, that had been hidden inside an innocent looking electric box, and the too-small-for-trolls door, half-sunk in the ground, opens up.

You literally have to get down on your knees and wriggle sideways to get in, but eventually, you manage. Fox finds the process highly amusing. She locks and bars the door after you. Inside, the ceiling is too low to allow you to stand straight but the place itself looks untouched and surprisingly clean. There's a futon, covered in a plastic sheet, and a small trideo screen. Even a small table with two folding chairs next to it.

"The shower and toilet are behind that door", Fox points. Great, another door that is too small for you.

Yet you're not really put out by this, not at all. You sit on the middle of the floor, remove your thigh-holsters and shrug off the vest and your jacket. Then you open duffel bag, grab a sick-pack and start chugging them. The beer tastes like shit but you don't care - you're famished, so after three cans you switch over to the chips and devour two large bags.

Meanwhile, Fox pulls the plastic sheeting off the futon and throws it in one corner. She pops the movie into a slot on the side of the screen, so the movie will be ready whenever you want. She then strips down to birthday suit, which definitely grabs your attention.

"I'm going to grab a shower. You can watch the movie, or me, if you want", she smirks before traipsing to the bathroom. You, grinning ear to ear, slide along the floor so that you're next to the bathroom door, with a clear view inside - she left it open, after all.

Inside, the bathroom is surprisingly well furnished. There's a first aid kit next to the sink, a mirror above it, a makeup kit on the other side and a stack of towels underneath. There is no cubicle or a curtain, just a tile floor with a drain and a shower head installed on the far wall. Fox turns it on and gets under the spray. Her nipples harden and you start salivating.

At first, Fox is all businesslike, as she washes her hair and scrubs herself down - but after that first round, she changes and turns the showering into a wet sex show. She runs her fingers along her fantastic body, pinches her nipples, then runs them teasingly towards her pussy, only to move them around her hips instead. You groan in disappointment. She turns around and bends over, showing her dreamy ass to you, before slapping it once, giving you a sexy grin over one shoulder. She then turns her front to you again, lifts her up tits high and gives both of her nipples a little lick. What a woman!

By which time you're ready to just crawl in there, who cares if you can't even fit inside, and fuck her brains out. She seems to realize this, as she puts up one hand to stop you.

"No, get undressed and let's wash you up and treat those cuts before any hanky-panky, mister!" She tells you.

You mumble under your breath but remove your boots and your trousers.

"No underwear? A man after my own heart", Fox smirks but steps outside of the bathroom to allow you to get in. Which you do, after an annoying period of grunting and flexing. Eventually, you are sitting under the shower, your back against the wall, your feet running straight and hitting the toilet on the other side, your shoulders pressing against both side walls. You take up practically all space in the tiny room.

Carefully, Fox steps inside and kneels over your thighs. She turns the shower back on and sprays it around you as much as she can. You lean forward a bit to get your back wet. Fox liberally sprays you with shower gel and rubs it in. She gets halfway down your torso before you cannot take this teasing anymore. Without ceremony, you grab her waist and turn her around. Your cock had been standing up already and the cock-tease had repeatedly brushed it with her thighs as she moved around. Displaying admirable restraint, you place her down gently, instead of just ramming her down on top of your dick.

Turns out, she is more than ready. Her elven pussy is soaking wet and hot as a furnace.

"Yeeesssssssssss...", she sighs as your pneumatic piston separates her lower lips and smoothly invades her insides. Once her butt is comfortable against your thighs, you experiment with your cyber-cock and expand it slightly. She moans in an appreciating manner, so you expand it a little more, which makes her moan louder. Satisfied at the snug sensation, you keep both hands at her waist and start moving her up and down.

Bit by bit, you start moving her faster and faster and then you expand your dick a little more. She goes crazy in your arms, her legs shaking and her hands clawing at your head, so you expand it even more. It's getting so tight that you're afraid that growing your cock anymore might tear something inside her, so you speed up instead. Which works well, as she seems to be having a seizure, which you hope means that she's having a really good orgasm, instead.

The continuous massage of her velvet pussy, the sexy moans, and shrieks, the sweet-smelling hair in your face - it all overloads your senses and with a shout, you drop her down and grab her tits with both of your hands, your spunk shooting deep inside her in one massive geyser of sperm.

"Holy shit", you hear yourself saying.

"Yeah, that", Fox answers you after a pause.

You both seem to have regained some self-control, so after a few minutes of rest, you continue the actual washing and after ten minutes or so, you're clean. Well, as clean as possible in these cramped conditions. Fox then spends all of the content of her first aid kit patching up your thumb, the knife cut in your chest and the dozens of cuts and scrapes almost everywhere on you. You finish the second six-pack while she works on you.

Afterward, the two of you retire to the futon and even though the movie is interesting, the stress of the day becomes too much. Fox falls asleep while still lying on top of you. You pull a couple of the less wet towels over her as a make-shift blanket, before succumbing to the sweet call of sleep yourself, the movie still playing - Karl the Kombat-Mage throwing kicks and fireballs at an army of ninjas.