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Futuristic Blues - 1
by Johnny Trash (leroyking69@hotmail.com)
The beginning of a hopefully multi-chaptered series in
the not-too distant future - try to imagine an R-rated
Jetsons. If you dare. (MF, rom, M/Fembot, sci-fi)
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Chapter 1
The bedroom doors slid aside automatically just in time
for Ray Cummings and his mate Jessie to stumble into the
room clawing at each others' clothes. By the time said
doors closed and the lighting dimmed on its own the two
had fallen to the floor, picked themselves up and made
it to the bed. After Ray pulled down Jessie's top down
to her waist his arms snaked around her to struggle with
the clasps of her bra, until she pushed his arms away
and reached behind to do it herself.
"Honestly you men," Jessie half-joked, "You can send
someone to Mars but can't undo a bra." She tossed the
brassier aside and for a seemingly endless moment Ray
stared at her pointed, natural-looking bosoms like some
hormone-flooded teenager. Jessie slapped him to wake him
out of his trance, but her giggle told him she wasn't
too upset. Lying on her back she grabbed him buy the
back of his neck and pulled him down with one hand and
fished for his prick with the other at the same time.
Ray rose up as he thrust inside of her, the moans that
came out of her mouth spurred him to push harder and
faster; until finally she wrapped her legs around his
waist, arched her back and screamed so loudly that, were
the walls not soundproof a neighbour might have heard
and called the police suspecting foul play. Physically
drained Ray fell forward, pinning Jessie to the bed, she
stroked the back of his neck and whispered into his ear
until he fell asleep and she herself shut down for the
night.
The next morning Ray sat down at the kitchen table
fastening a clip-on tie, the real thing gave him even
more trouble than bras, whilst Jessie presented him with
breakfast. She watched him as he ate, as if studying his
expression, then finally spoke up, "What's wrong honey?
You look kind of down."
Ray looked her in the eye, absently swallowing a fried
egg, "It's nothing, just..."
Just that I miss having someone who could eat breakfast
with me- but how can I say that to you? "Just hassles at
work, nothing you can do anything about." Ray stood up,
kissed Jessie on the cheek and headed out the door.
At his office Ray examined reclamation reports and sent
off reports of his own whilst the radio speakers chirped
out war propaganda- something about Cuban allies taking
Tallahassee and forcing the fascists out of Florida. At
lunch he got a call from home, "What's up honey?" Ray
tried not to sound tired.
Jessie smiled at him on the holo-display, I found an
invitation for you- to your upcoming high school
reunion."
"You erased it, I hope."
"NO I didn't. Don't you want to see your friends?"
"What friends? I got along better with the teachers than
my classmates and I didn't exactly hit it off with the
teachers either."
"Well maybe they'll all be fat, bald and stuck in go-
nowhere jobs- you'd miss a chance to gloat."
"I wish," Ray grumbled.
"Yeah well, go anyway please? You'll regret missing it,
I know you will."
"But..."
"But nothing," Jessie's face took a mock-seriousness
tone, "I'll see you when you get back, soldier." She
then hung up.
And Ray did go to the reunion, although he could hardly
say he was glad he came. Most of the alumni who were
asses to him then were even bigger asses today. Even
worse most were still in good shape and fairly
successful, even if some had obviously undergone
cosmetic restoration. After listening to one of these
putzes brag about how his company contributed to the
Mars landing Ray decided he had been here long enough,
turned to leave- and stared in the face of the one good
reason he might have had for showing up.
"Ray Cummings? Holy shit, it's really you!" Jessica
Trappt ran up to Ray and hugged him, almost tackling him
to the floor.
"Jessica?" Ray looked the svelte woman up and down as
they separated. She had dyed her jet-black hair brown
and her face showed some faint laugh lines but
altogether the years had been quite merciful to her and
he said as much.
"Uh-huh, and it's all natural," she bragged, "Unlike
some of the bimboes I see here."
"Well, between the bimboes you met and the assholes I've
met, I suppose we're lucky to find each other." Ray
replied.
Jessica laughed, "And to think, people were telling me
you've shacked up with a K-Ross."
"A what?"
"A Katherine- Ross? As in Stepford Wife? A mechanical
missus?"
"Oh..." Ray slightly blushed, "Well I don't know who
told you that, And I'd like to slit their gossipy
throats, "But what can I do?"
"Yeah, well," "Jessica leaned toward Ray to whisper,
"Unless there's someone else you were hoping to meet,
why don't we ditch these losers? I have a pretty decent
hotel room."
Ray started to look around but stopped himself, "Ah what
the hell- let's go!"
Ray paid the aero taxi driver as he stepped out on the
hotel roof with Jessica. The two took the elevator to
the right floor and came into Jessica's Room- a mini-
palace that put Ray's digs to shame. Ray sat down,
Jessica turned on some soft music, mixed a couple of
drinks and sat down with him. "Do you ever think about
me?" She asked as she sipped her whiskey on rocks.
"Kind of once in a while, I suppose," It seemed the best
between a polite and honest answer, "You ever think
about me?"
"Not very often at first, a bit more after my first
divorce, and a LOT more after my second. I started to
wonder maybe I should have tried something with you when
I had the chance."
"Yeah, I kind of always wanted to try something too, but
you were the closest I had to a friend, guess I was
afraid to risk ruining it."
"Well," Jessica's voice took on a husky tone, "We don't
have to be afraid tonight."
Putting down her glass, Jessica clapped her hands, at
which the sofa seat extended itself into a king sized
bed so fast Ray dropped his own drink in surprise.
Jessica started to disrobe and Ray did also- then looked
her in the eye, really stared at her face for a long
moment, then started to button his shirt back up again.
"Hey you," "Jessica looked more than a little upset,
"What's your freaking problem?"
"I'm sorry, I truly am," Ray stammered, "But there's
someone else and she really deserves a lot better than
this from me. I have to go." He got up and rushed out
the doors- which Jessica threw her glass at when they
slid shut.
As Ray entered his apartment the domicile-computer's
speaker told him Jessie was taking a bath. He opened the
bathroom door, flowers in hand, and she squealed in
delight at seeing him. Putting the flowers by the bed,
Ray undressed and settled into the tub, never taking his
eyes off the face he had grown to love- a face that
years before he had had customized to resemble a certain
classmate of old.
To be continued?
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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