Uplink, your fellow military heroine, enters the room and steals the show.

You are stuck there in an awkward position with seemingly no good options. From where she's standing, you're pretty sure the young woman in the doorway can actually see the point of penetration... but getting up or pushing whats-his-name away would just be admitting that you've been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. A jar of particularly cheap, common, and unimpressive cookies, at that. So, instead, you slowly begin rubbing your ass from side to side against the young man's firm hips. "Hey, man," you say casually, trying to hide how much you're blushing, "Why did you stop? C'mon, I'm like halfway to number two."

Your nameless boy-toy keeps slowly grinding his hips against yours. He glances at the doorway but it's obviously hard for him to take his attention away from your hot insides wrapping around his shaft, or your gorgeous ass in easy grabbing distance. He's breathing very quickly now as he awkwardly saws back and forth against you. "Oh my god! Is it more of your gang coming to... to take me hostage? Ohh fuck, I'm going to be captured by a bunch of villain bitches... I can't resist... holy shit!"

At first you think Mr. Pizza is still just enjoying you. But then, right when you feel that pleasant heat building towards a boiling point again, he pulls out of you. You sigh softly, brushing sweaty hair from your eyes. Damn. Well, now that you think back to what got you so worked up about this in the first place, it's probably for the best he decided to pull out. "Oh yeah," you say in your sweetest voice... which, honestly, isn't that sweet, but it's hard to sound sweet when you grew up in New Jersey. "You like my ass a lot, don't you? Yeah, I can tell. This is the luckiest day in your life, so get a good, long... look...?"

Glancing over your shoulder reveals that the skinny pizza guy furiously jerking his cock, appropriating the slick of natural lubrication that your body had left on his member for his hand's use, is not looking at you at all. Instead, his gaze is locked on the doorway as someone new sashays in.

The glowing-eyed girl in front of you seems to have been created solely to disprove the notion that superheroine outfits would be more wholesome if they didn't show so much skin. She is clothed from neck to toe in a dark grey bodysuit, showing no skin below her pretty, cherubic face. However, that bodysuit seems more like it was painted onto her than tailored in any conventional sense. Her soft, voluptuous figure is cradled so tightly by her rubbery uniform that the roaming eyes of the pizza guy (and you) can clearly see her navel and even the contours of her sex. As for her chest... well, even if she weren't the product of an enhancement program, you'd still say there's no way those bombshells can be natural. Her ice blue hair has a short and professional yet stylish cut, all of it underlit by her faintly glowing skin.

"FUCK!" The young man who you just cajoled into delivering more than pizza groans and gives the motel carpet what is unlikely to be its first semen stain. He keeps jerking himself even when he's dribbling. Only belatedly does he realize that suddenly masturbating yourself to completion when meeting a lady for the first time isn't the politest gesture and starts to apologize, but Uplink just winks and giggles.

Damn it. You suddenly feel pretty pissed off at him. You just presented yourself like an animal in heat to this twerp within 5 minutes of meeting him, and he's cumming for someone else? With your obnoxious attention-whore academy mate, no less? You pick up his pants and throw them in his face. "Alright, um, fun's over, get dressed. We're moving. As you can see, I just got some vital information out of the boyfriend of one of the, uh, important functionaries at the League of Propriety. What do you know?"

Uplink, showing little sense of personal space as always, reaches down between your legs and tugs the crotch of your leotard back into place before you can flinch away. "Just that there were some very well-connected bad guys doing some scary conspiratorial things, and that a certain veteran of the costumed special services might need my charm. And expertise, mmm~"

You turn back to the young man. "Alright." You take his ID out of his wallet. "I'm holding on to this. Don't go telling anyone about our little frolic. Or what you told us about your girl. In fact, just don't say anything to anyone until I tell you you can, okay?"

With a pained groan, Bones finally throws off the covers when the chastened young man stumbles out. "Glad you could make it. Unfortunately, Jokester isn't around right now. Too bad. I'm sure he would've appreciated that, uh, uniform the Air **** boys made for you. You're a technopath, right? Electricity, computers, that kind of stuff?"

You butt in before she can answer. "Oh yeah, she's great with that stuff. That's why she ended up taking on the callsign 'Uplink'."

She keeps smirking at you. "Well, maybe that, and the fact that you and Waterline gave me my first callsign of... oh, what was it? 'Hookup'. And, well, I suppose they wanted a slightly sanitized version of that. Hee hee~ How ironic, for Waterline at least. Too bad, really."

Blinking, you cock your head uncertainly. "Huh? What're you talking about? Did something happen to her? I thought she wasn't on active deployment and didn't get any sanctions like you and me."

"Ohhhhh," the shimmering sexpot in front of you waggles her way over to the bed and inspects Bones' broken arm. "She'll be alright, just a little embarrassing incident. So tell me what was so important that you had to break into the League of Propriety with guns blazing, Bunny?"