Looking from your screen to the pod, you see it is taking care of the scumbag's body functions. With the worst of his wounds dealt with by you, the pod will keep him stable while he's in the VR world.
A knock at the door startles you, and you look to the glass door expecting to see the police. Your heart stops racing, as you spot your three friends waving to you. A little late, but more than welcome.
Scott, Charlene, and Simon are all eager for a late night session 'off the books', and you're the guy to hook them up. With the shop closed, the four of you are free to play.
Adrenalin must still be flowing through your veins, as you don't spot the mess which your friends notice instantly, the splashes of blood are too clear on the tiled floor, and the trail towards the occupied VR pod ensure you don't really have to answer their questions.
Distractedly, you merely shut the door behind them. Glad for the distraction, and finally taking on board their observations, you lower the blinds hiding the mess from view from the outside.
Babbling one on top of the other, they work out what happened leaving you to merely nod when they get things correct.
Scott taps the pod, well, the screen on it's side.
"So you made her a whore?" he asks, theatrically glancing between the game screen, and the actual player.
Charlene tenses at the 'whore', eyes narrowing, she scowls between you, and Scott.
"No... well... I've just made her feel vulnerable." You shrug half hoping Charlene will stop glaring your direction.
"He tried to rob me!" you shoot back defensively. Her scowl instantly softens.
"Yeah, I suppose." she looked a little embarrassed, "I just don't like it."
Simon is oblivious to the interplay, and smirks, "We could make her tonight's game."
Scott instantly got on Simon's idea. "Yeah... Make her a whore... and.... and we can be the pimps chasing her down."
Simon was now nodding enthusiastically, "Or madam, Charlene can play too... Obviously..."
As if the game were decided, Simon was already looking for an empty pod to use. Following his example Scott was hunting for another. Charlene took a second look at the damage, and half-shrugged in resignation, "Just don't make me trashy..." Even the warning was half-hearted, as she looked for another pod.
The faint hiss, and -thunk- marked Simon entering his pod, as it sealed him away.
"See ya in there." Scott offered all of you, as he pulled his door closed with the same hiss, and -thunk-.
You watch Charlene's ass, as she sways towards her pod. Those gorgeous hips, as she slips inside, as if getting into a sports car.
She smirks and blows you a kiss as she slides her door closed, aware of your attention, and playing it for her amusement.
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