Something unexpected

He watched her turn toward the computer. Then she climbed onto the counter. One knee, then the other. She swung a leg over the old machine and straddled it, settling into a half-squat with her work pants stretched tight across her thick ass. She looked straight past Erik at Freya. Erik turned just in time to see Freya give a small, clear nod.

“INPUTTING SPECIAL PASSWOOOOORD!”

Anika yelled it loud enough for the whole front of the store to hear. Then she started pissing. A hard stream soaked straight down onto the keyboard and the base of the monitor. The smell hit immediately, it was piss alright, Erik knew the smell. The security feed flickered a few times, then cut out in a burst of small sparks that jumped from the back of the machine. The screen went black.

Both women started laughing at the same time. The laughs locked together perfectly, same pitch, same rhythm, rolling out of Freya’s mouth and Anika’s mouth like they were sharing one set of lungs. It was mockery, pure and open.

Anika climbed down once the stream stopped. She rested her face in both palms and leaned on the wet counter, looking at Erik with eyes that no longer belonged to any tired college student.

“I’m afraid you won’t find any help here, Sirrr…”

Freya’s voice came from behind him, light and playful.

“I can’t let you cheat now, can I?”

He turned. She had her tongue stuck out and was making a wide, stupid face at him, pink-and-black hair falling around bare shoulders, tits still out and moving with every small shift of her body.

Anika kept talking, still leaning on the counter.

“Anika here was the first person who I took over after I entered of course, can’t have her panicking and calling the cops.” She smiled wider. “How was my acting? I have access to all of their memories so I can mimic them pretty well, make them act in ways they usually would, or better, never would…”

She grabbed the collar of her work shirt with both hands and ripped it open in opposite directions. Buttons flew. One hit the register. Another bounced off the counter and rolled onto the floor. The torn shirt hung open and showed what the uniform had been hiding, a fit body and decent-sized tits that sat within a white bra. She reached down and pulled them half out of the bra. Brown skin, dark nipples already tight from the cold air of the store.

Erik’s eyes locked on them for a second too long. He knew the controller saw it. The smug look that settled on Anika’s face made that clear.

A loud crash came from an aisle nearby. Someone shouted. Erik’s head snapped toward the sound. Talking to the cashier was pointless now. The camera plan was dead. The only thing left was instinct. Chaos meant the controller was still toying with people. Chaos meant a direction.

He started running.

When he reached the chip aisle he instantly saw what the loud crash had been. A large chip bag display had been tilted over completely. Bags of every flavor lay scattered across the floor, some burst open, orange dust and broken chips ground into the linoleum.

Erik spotted what had caused it.

A couple of what looked like nineteen-year-olds were naked and writhing right in the middle of the mess. The guy straddled the girl, hips driving hard, face locked in an intense, almost angry focus as he fucked her. He was so engrossed he didn’t even notice Erik step into the aisle. The girl did. She turned her head just enough to look at him and smirked, the same smirk Erik had gotten used to recognizing by now.

Chestnut hair flowed down to her lower back, one section pulled into a neat braid that hung over her left ear. Sharp, piercing hazel eyes. Petite. With small perky tits that bounced with every thrust, narrow waist, slim hips. The man on top of her was also white, fit, his dark brown hair damp with sweat, muscles in his back and arms flexing as he kept the pace.

Freya caught up a few seconds later, breathing heavy. She held her own tits with both hands like they were getting in the way.

“Damn dude can you slow down, your dear daughter here can’t run so fast with these funbags…”

She bounced them up and down for emphasis, pink-and-black hair sticking to her bare shoulders. Erik gave her a look of pure hatred before closing the distance to the couple. He squatted next to them, close enough to smell the sex and the crushed chips. He pointed straight at the woman’s face.