The Bim Fatale, a CR 3 Encounter

"First off," Febee narrowed an eye as she leaned in, proffering her stolen coffin nail between barred teeth, "Don't ever call me 'Fatima' on stream."

Ali's lighter ignited with a shower of sparks, casting the woman who still straddled the scholar's waist in tiny shadows as she lit up. "Don't ever call me, 'Anni', period."

"Mm." The ersatz bimbo took a moment to hold in her lungful of smoke, a quirk tugging at the corner of her plump lips. Then she sensuously blew a ring of glitching neon, her tongue lolling out impishly as she watched the circle of greens and pinks shimmer through the air. "Still grinding in a Goodberry, Professor Ali? You never change."

"I've changed," Ali grumbled, "I change all the time. I change so much."

"Oh~?" Febee took another languid drag, but this time she leaned forward to pull Ali into a deep kiss. Tech-infused smoke tickled its way down her spine as ones and zeroes twisted their way up, leaving Ali with no choice but to curl her toes and breathe deep. Febee held the kiss for an endless moment, their tongues tingling in the energy of the vaporized tech as they danced together. It wasn't until Ali felt certain her lungs were going to burst that Febee released her lips, gasping in pleasure as the corona of smoke that poured out of her pinned companion's mouth cast her in a glittering halo of neon.

Ali wasn't sure if, in that moment, she looked more like an angel or a demon. The only thing for certain was that Ali was getting hard.

The certainty of that fact didn't escape Febee either, a look of surprise briefly registering on her otherwise smug face. "Is that..." She slipped an arm behind herself, her lips curling in devious glee as her clever fingers fished Ali's straining cock out from her leotard. "Well then. You have changed, Ali. I suppose I'd better apologize, shouldn't I?" The elf leaned forward, further trapping Ali under the irresistible weight of her enormous breasts as she slipped her plaything's girlcock up through the bottom of her boyshorts. Trapped between elastic nanofilm and flawlessly sculpted ass on one end and a landslide of unstoppable soft tit on the other, it was all Ali could manage to gurgle in pleasure as Febee snubbed out the butt of her smoke and began to ride.

"Hmmm, this is a pretty good dick. Nice work." Every roll of Febee's hips suffused Ali's groin with unrelenting pleasure, requiring all of the scholar's willpower to simply avoid turning into a slobbering mess. That resolve hit a serious snag as Febee shifted slightly, causing Ali's dick to scrap ever so briefly against the smoldering velvet of her elven pussy. "Oh, you like that?" Febee grinned deviously, deeply amusement as Ali dizzily nodded her head. "Maybe we should fire up the stream and fuck."

"N-no!" Ali sputtered, clawing her fingers into her mattress in an act of supreme effort, "'M not like that!"

Febee rolled her eyes, lengthening her undulations to draw out every moment of contact between her sizzling cunny and Ali's rock-hard shaft. "It doesn't have to be a whole thing. I'll just turn the broadcast on mid screw. The losers cream their Sense Tanks for that shit." She reached up, gathering her hair in two pigtails and moaning in performative rapture as her bimbo persona washed across her face. "Like omigosh! Anni, the, unh~! Th' camera's running! All the guys're totally watchin' us bang! We s-should stop, but ah!, your big dick jus' feels t-too goood in my lil' pussy an' junk! *giggle* oh well, fuck me! Fuck me!"

The elf raised her eyebrows, knocked out of her show by the wild lurching of Ali's suddenly diamond-strength hardness. "Seriously? You used to hate the bimbo voice."

"S'fuckin...I do!" Ali gritted her teeth in effort, almost as focused on defending herself as she was at finding the angle that would finally sink her girlcock into Febee's depths. "It's that goddamn pervert Auto! He's always messing with--!"

Ali's rant died with a gurgle as the tip of her head managed to snag a toehold, throbbing with primal need at being so close to reaching the promised land. Febee's devilish pink eyes caught Ali's desperate hazel ones, the smile slowly spreading across the elf's face as she carefully, deliberately began to lower her hips. Ali swallowed a whine as blessed softness enveloped a smallest fraction of her cockhead, then was cruelly removed, only to be allowed a little bit deeper a moment later. Febee swirled her hips in a slow circle, the two perilously teetering on the edge of full penetration as they stared into each other's souls.

Just as Ali was about to break down and say 'Please', Febee popped her pussy off of the woman's heartbroken dick. "Nope~" She burst in laughter as Ali sputtered her annoyance, her hips moving faster than ever as she returned to hotdogging the pinned girl. "Poor Anais. Too slow. As usual."

"You're a monster," Ali panted, "A f-fucking monster."

"Aww, Anais, that hurt. You're being hurtful." She carefully sprawled out on top of the groaning scholar, her massive breasts squished to either side as she continued to jack her off with her ass. "Let me prove what a good person I am~"

"What d'you mean prove uph?!" Ali was too slow in recognizing the tell-tale sounds of a cyberdeck booting up, totally unaware of the hardlight hand that materialized between her legs. By the time she realized something was up, the summoned helper had already rammed its way home, sinking two fingers all the way into both the woman's slobbering pussy and her needy asshole. Ali squealed in ecstasy as the hovering hand jackhammered away, her pussy clenching in release as her tortured girldick erupting a lance of cum across Febee's back. A long, quavering groan was the most Ali could muster as the hand dissolved away, her spent cock flopped in exhaustion against her thigh. This had been a long fucking day.

Febee favored her with an imperiously affectionate pat on the cheek. "Now. Are you going to finally offer me a drink? Or do those cost two jack sessions in this dump?"

Ugh.

Febee hummed in approval as she swallowed, pulling the bottle of Nanobot Soda from her lips to peer at the label. "Pineapple Matcha? I've never seen this one before. It's not bad."

Ali grunted peevishly, her own bottle opened and ignored as she distracted herself with supervising the swarm of summoned nanomachines currently cleaning up the pair's sex mess. "That's because it's not soda, it's treasure. And it tastes like sour grass."

"Well I like it. It's just right for this fucking heat." The elf leaned forward, sighing as she rolled the technomagically chilled bottle across the vast expanse of tanned boob mushrooming out of her sports bra. "It's so, mmm...refreshing."

Fortunately, Ali was still within the effect duration of her post-nut clarity. "Yeah, well, cows do like grass so that adds up."

The elf fake pouted. "Meanie. This is how you treat your oldest friend?"

"Fuckin' come on with that shit." Ali plopped herself down in the chair opposite Febee. "We weren't friends. Friends aren't assigned. Friends aren't just props for promotional material. They aren't some cheap puppet show to pretend the kids of the Sploop higher-ups are all magnanimous and crap with the little people." She leaned forward, elbows propped against her thighs as she laced her fingers together. "Did you know I got scripts for our little", she mimed a pair of air quotes, "'play dates'? I had lines I was required to regurgitate for whenever someone from the corpo news beat 'just happened' to pass by."

"Of course I did." Febee swallowed the last of her soda, letting out a satisfied sigh. "I wrote most of those. And I have to say, your delivery was always shit."

"Fuck you, Febee."

The elf rolled her eyes. "If a 'sorry' will make you feel better, I'll give you one. It won't, though."

"Again. Fuck you, Febee."

"Oh boo-hoo, poor little Anais." Febee snagged Ali's unattended drink, giving her a reproachful look. "You do know that it was those staged play dates and having to memorize all those lines that got you flagged for Advanced Learning placement, right? If it wasn't for our 'fake' friendship, you'd have gone straight into an apron and a little paper hat with the rest of your class the day you turned eighteen. Instead you got to spend four years pretending to read books and doing butt stuff with hot co-eds." The elf raised her hands in mock despair. "Sponsors Above, what a fucking tragedy that was."

Ali flushed in irritation. "I didn't do that much butt stuff.

"Girl, everyone called you 'Anal Anais'."

"Ugh goddamn alliteration," Ali huffed, folding her arms. "If anything I should've been called 'Oral Anais' by stats alone but noooo~, who cares about compiling the numbers when two words happen to start with the same letter? Fucking troglodytes."

Febee laughed, her eyes smiling at Ali. "See? Maybe it wasn't a real friendship, but...well, it was close to real, wasn't it?" She frowned slightly, her eyes now downcast as she worried at her bottle's label. "It was for me. Close enough, I mean. It was certainly realer than any other friendship I had, at least." She sighed, her breasts heaving ponderously in her lap. "Maybe we weren't friends? But we were something, right? We are something?"

Ali pensively rapped her fingers against her elbow, trying to work her way through the emotions welling up inside her breast. Febee always did this. Always. Their shared youth could be mapped quite accurately using only the instances of the elf figuring out the exact word or gesture to smooth over the last mess she caused for her corporate-designated friend, even as she plotted what the next mess was going to be.

-ma'am's not-friend seems sincere-

Auto wasn't wrong. Ali had to admit, she hadn't ever seen Febee this vulnerable before. The woman pondered that as she chewed her bottom lip. Maybe things were different now. Before they were just dumb girls in a dumb situation. Febee was an adult now. Anais was an adult now. Was it so impossible that the elf was being genuine? Maybe she really--

"So hey listen. I need a favor."

There she is.

All confusion and mixed emotions draining away, Ali slumped into a posture of aloof detachment, making a show of inspecting her nails. "Right cool, got it. So what literally everything you've said since I walked through that door translates to 'I need to hire you for a job'."

Febee narrowed an eye, then took a long swig from the second soda. "Correct." She straightened, all pretenses dropped to leave behind nothing but cool professionalism. "This is a delicate situation, Ali. And complex." She stuck a hand into the cavernous depths of her cleavage, pulling out a bedazzled pink cyberdeck tablet and replacing it with her bottle. "At its core, any solution to this problem is going to at the very least require a tech expert, a dedicated investigator and someone skilled at breaching secure areas."

Ali nodded, radiating the all the confidence of a savvy adventurer. "I see. Well luckily for you, I've got proven experience in the field. Which of those roles did you envision me filling?"

The elf arched an eyebrow. "All three. That's the entire point of hiring you. Why pay a ransom for three professionals to do three jobs professionally when paying just you to do those jobs sort of adequately will probably suffice?"

Doing her very best not to swallow her tongue in sheer annoyance, Ali attempted to maintain her wavering grip on all of that savvy confidence. "If I'm doing three jobs, I pull in two-and-a-half pay at minimum."

"You can have an extra third pay, and that's being generous. I'm already only barely coming in under budget, even after factoring in the credits I'm going to save by stay with you."

That sounded the death knell for Ali's savvy confidence, the woman sputtering in irritation. "I never said you could crash here! This place is barely big enough for just me!"

"Oh hush you big baby. You're going to save money too, with me around." She gave the side of her gargantuan rack a playful little smack, sending her udders wobbling around in her lap. "You can take one meal a day straight from the tit. Any more than that and it comes out of your pay rate. Deal?"

Ali gave herself a shake, fruitlessly attempting to get back on top of this situation. "Yes, it-I mean no! Fuck, Febee; you haven't even told me what the job is yet!"

The woman shrugged airily. "It's nothing, really. Just a little issue. A snafu. An itty-bitty one."

"Febee..."

"We just need to find my father. That's all."

Whatever her retort was going to be, Ali choked it down. "Find your father?! That's an 'itty-bitty' problem?!"

"Did I say 'itty-bitty'? Maybe it's just 'itty'." Febee squished her breasts between her elbows, heaving the enveloped bottle up high enough that to take a sip before she favored Ali with a beauteous smile. "Thank the Sponsors I've just hired a professional with proven experience in the field, right? "

She's a monster.