Yes they do!

You sit there on your knees as people pass around you as if you weren't even there. Few seem to have noticed that you sucked a guy off in the middle of the crowd, or even cared. You run your tongue over your painted lips trying to find any drops of the delicious cum as you stare into the distance in a daze. You barely feel a soft hand on your shoulder.

"Come on honey, get up." You hear a female voice say as she helps you to your feet. You turn to see a woman about your height with long golden blonde hair that fades to a bright red at the ends. She's wearing a long black trench coat that covers her almost to her knees with a pair of stiletto heeled boots coming out the bottom of it.

"Did you enjoy your little treat there?" She asks as she reaches up and opens one of your glassy eyes wide looking deep into it.

You lick your lips again and smile. "Strawberries." You sigh.

She smiles back. "Yes dear, strawberries." She takes your hand. "Come with me."

You don't resist as she leads you over to a booth in a dark corner and slides in pulling you behind her. You stare at her nonplused as she pulls a small box out of her coat and a roll out keyboard. You mind can't seem to wrap around anything going on. It keeps drifting back to huge cocks and strawberries. She run a cable from the box up to your data port. She then lifts to top of the box and you see a small computer screen light up. As she starts typing on the keyboard something somewhere is telling you something is wrong! You try to focus on it but it's lost in the haze of cocks and strawberries.

"It's ok sweetie, just let me in." She says softly to you as she runs her fingers through you platinum hair. "It's safe. It'll all be ok."

"It's all safe." You smile as you lean your head into her hand. "Come on in!" You tell her joyfully.

The computer screen lights up and you mind goes blank. "Good girl!" She tells you but you don't hear it. You stare blankly ahead and your mouth droops open slightly. She types a few command into the computer and a program boots up and begins running. As she's waiting she reaches up and pulls the behavior chip out of the socket.

"What do we have here?" She mumbles to herself as she slips it in a slot and opens another window. "A behavior chip, pretty standard stuff." She smiles wickedly. "How about we spice it up a bit?" She types a few lines before getting a frown on her face.

"Damn corporate encryptions." She mumbles. She types a bit more and runs a code breaker. " And we're in. Let's change this, and this... and lets add this... and this."

She looks over to you. "You don't mind if I make a few of these automatic do you? No? That's what I thought." She smiles. She reaches over and closes your mouth. "No drooling sweetie, it's not ladylike."

She goes back to her keyboard and types a few more things. "There, that should do it. Redo the encryption... and no one will be able to tell it was tampered with." She says as she slips it out and plugs it back into your chip socket. "Looks like you are almost done." She proclaims as she looks back to the screen. Less than a minute later the program finishes up and she unplugs the cable from your data port and puts everything away.

"That's it for now sweetie, we'll let that all stew." She says as she slips a few items into your jacket. "You're going to be awesome when you are all finished!" She says as she leans in and kisses you. "See you next time." She says as she gets up and leaves before you come to.

A few minutes later you shake your head as you come to. "Wow! That guy **** me with his cock!" You say in amazement. "Shit!" You curse as you check all your stuff. Your guns and everything are still there. You must have wandered over to this booth and sat down in your **** daze. At least you didn't get robbed, or worse!

You reach into your jacket pocket and pull out a cigarette and light it taking a long drag off it. 'But that was a nice cock!' you muse as you exhale a lazy cloud of smoke. 'Too bad I don't have a nice tight pussy for him to stick it in.' Your nipples harden as you think of yourself sliding up and down on that huge pole. You decide you had better get moving. Your not going to get paid if you don't find that hacker. As you strut your way to the exit your hips sway more suggestively and your eyes linger on the men in the room, mainly on their crotches.