Big city

A sharp whistle broke Alice's concentration on the screen. Somebody was on her private line of URIZEN. Somebody labeled Dracula asked to be added to her list.
Dracula.
Right. Who the hell would use such a cliché?
Dracula.
Alice never spoke to strangers. Her mouse moved to click on Decline but her finger must have slipped, since she just managed to activate the acceptance.
A new window came to life. The icon was an animation of a stick figure with fangs, munching on a stick girl's neck. Now that was something totally...random.

Hello, she typed. Who are you? Identify yourself.
I'm a vampire, came a fast reply. The intruder was most likely a fast typer or used some modern computer add-on. Alice did it the old fashioned way. She felt better typing than talking to her computer. She didn't feel like talking to inanimate stuff.
JUSTICE: I see. Give me one good reason to not block you right away?
DRACULA: I will give you three if you stay around for conversation.

She smirked.
And I give you three minutes.
DRACULA: I will need but one. Firstly, I would like to hire you to kill one of the greatest villains of this city. Secondly, I will give you a chance to save an innocent life. Thirdly – I know who killed your dear mother and if you do what I ask of you, I will tell you.

Alice stared bluntly at the screen. Her... mother. Her...mother.
Then she clicked ferociously on the keys, trying to find out where that Dracula's signal came from. Where was he, who was he?
Words appeared inside the window.
DRACULA: Do not try to trace me, you will not succeed. You will not find me if I do not wish to be found. This virtual environment is much safer. Not many of my kind know the ways of these machines.

The guy had just given out one thing – he was an aristocrat. Alice nodded to herself.

Very well. You got my attention. Say what you want of me.

I already did. I wish to hire you, Alice.

Justice, she snapped.

The better. Justice. Very well, Justice. I would like to hire you to extinguish the life of Enoch Jonathan Morin, Master of the Old House. In return, I will give you the name of the man who was behind the slaughter of Elizabeth Meyers.

**

Government agent Jesus Barrera lie on a pink sofa and gazed at the ceiling. It was rather interesting, with all the stars there and the mist in between. A half smoked joint of ganja hung between his fingers. Now and then he would lift his hand and stick it to his mouth to inhale deeply and let out a big puff of smoke. The little room was heavy with it.

Door opened. A girl entered on all four. She had big boobs and wore a pair of leather strings. Her skin was dark like chocolate and her eyes big. She was young – nineteen, twenty, maybe.
Pretty, very pretty.

“Come 'ere,” Jesus invited.
Her movements were clumsy, she must have been fresh. Not a virgin, of course, but fresh and tight, just the way Jesus liked them. Young. Innocent. Tight. Submissive.
“Kneel.”
She stopped and did so. Her heels were pink, her ass plump, she was clean and shaved. Jesus liked hair, but only on the head. He was a good costumer, a well paying costumer, but they hardly took money from him, since he was the government man, it was important to the pimps and hookers to maintain good relations with him. He was the boss – he could have his joints and all the pretty girls.

Her lover lip trembled.
“What's your name, pet?”
“Chri... Christine, sir.”
“I'm your master, bitch. You will... call me Master. I'm your Master and you're my... my pussy. What are you?”
“Your pussy, Master,” the girl replied. Her boobs were big, soft and round. Jesus goggled at her.
“Play with your tits, pussy,” he commanded.
“Yes, Master.”
A better man could have said she really tried, just that she didn't have the talent. However, she had another thing most here lacked of - innocence. How long she would manage to keep it... It was better to lose it as soon as possible, the whores knew. Once you turned numb it hurt less until it stopped hurting at all.
Her hands were clumsy and her boobs wobbled. Jesus sucked on the end of his joint and eyed her lazily.
“Faster.”
She tried, but now she totally lost any remnants of rhythm.
“Suck the nipples, suck them, bitch.”
She made a good attempt at it and even got one into her mouth, but she didn't look like she was enjoying it. She looked frightened, uncomfortable. Jesus couldn't decide whether it upset him or turned him on. Such innocence, such a virgin pussy.
He sought for the small table and accessories on it. He tossed a pair of clamps at her.
“Put them on.”
She hesitated.
“Put them on!”
She did so. The clamps were tight and heavy, with little golden bells. Jesus' cock swelled with delight.
“Squat!”
She did.
“Rise!”
She followed the order. Each movement hurt.
“Now gimme fifty squats and count them... pussy. Make them nice and...good. Or else!”
Her nipples felt huge and each movement pulled on her. With twenty she felt like burning, thirty made her moan and she was so tired. She whispered the numbers and still struggled to stand up, only to make another clumsy squat.

Jesus' cell phone rang. The man muttered curses under his breath and picked it up.
“Who the fuck... Oh, I'm sorry, chief. Thought you were... someone else. Yeah. Oh? Really? Well that's intre... interesting. Dead, you say? And you want me to investigate it? With Joe, I presume? Yeah, no, I don't mind. He's alright. I'll take care of him. Pardon? Oh. From M? Wow. Do they think we can't handle this on our own? No sir, wasn't implying on anythin', sir. Yeah, of course it's very nasty. Do I have to come down to the station right away? Yes sir. Very well, I'll be there, just gimme an hour.”

Oh you don't have an hour? Well screw you!

“Yes, sir. I understand. I'll be right there.”
And my pretty night will be screwed over and so will be yours, Joey boy. I can still fuck my whore and tell the boss I was in traffic jam, whereas you are incapable of lying and will have to leave Ingrid on the eve of your anniversary. Happy fuckin' anniversary, partner.

He stood up. He felt damn dizzy. Christine stared at him with big eyes and much bigger boobs. He pulled her close by the clamps. She attempted to swallow a moan but failed. He smiled at her and slapped her ass.

“Sorry, pet. No time to play today. You'll just get your reward. Boss called, boss said so. So I'm just gonna shove my dick down your ass and be done with it.”
She panicked and tried to make it to the door. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her back viciously. He threw her over the couch, took a good firm hold of his cock, spread her cheeks and giggled.
Damn, that was one good joint. And somewhere downtown a woman of some high member of their society hung nailed to the ceiling. Some bloody weird... shit.

“Enjoy it, little bitch,” he snickered and slammed his cock deep into her ass. “So you thought I didn't know, huh? I can just smell your kind. Feel special, bitch, cause I ain't gonna kill you like your kind deserves. Instead I'm gonna fuck your fuckin' brains out.”

She cried out and tears ran down her cheeks, her eyes shimmering with thousands of golden sparks.