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From Badlands To Good Times A Cyberpunk 2077 Tale	By : Crystal_Dreams_Writes Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 3904 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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V woke up the following day, earlier than usual, and she was already in a foul mood. The sun was just barely rising on the horizon and she had been tormented by erotic dreams all night long. Jackie was there, and so was Dum Dum, even Wilson. It would have been ridiculous if she wasn’t feeling so out of sorts. She woke up a couple of times in the middle of the night, frustrated, and would go back to sleep hoping she would dream of anything else, or nothing at all. But she even dreamed of Charlie and herself when they were younger and fucking in that fuel station in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, she even fantasized of the now defunct Bakkers taking turns with her. It was unbearable, and the day had just barely started.

She looked for something to eat while she turned the screen, hoping that maybe the gloomy news would get her to think of something else, but a commercial of Milf Guard blasted on full volume “This Ain’t Her First Rodeo” a sexy voice said, following by the seductive moans until it phases out. V wondered if the universe was slowly conspiring against her already. As she reached out for a scop burger, the news would resume.

In short, the investigation continued and Arasaka now had reasons to believe that the intrusion wasn’t just random mercs looking to rob them, but they were clearly working for someone else, and answering to a higher power. This caused a slew of new conspiracy theories to flow furiously. Some were calling for corporate espionage, others were betting on an internal job. Some even blamed the NUSA government, jealous that Arasaka had arrived some time ago to ensure that Night City remained its own, independent entity. As she flipped channels again, some shows even had panelists explaining the merits of each argument, and attempting to unveil the truth of what things really were. The news was so boring that V had succeeded in calming herself some. She washed the scop burger down with a Nicola and decided to go for a shower. A cold shower, she hoped would help her current state.

And she was right… For a moment anyway, the cold water running down her body was just what she needed, until it wasn’t. Her nipples puffed up a bit, and she became unusually sensitive, it didn’t take long before she started to pant. Frustrated, she killed the water “This is some bullshit!” she screamed to herself, clearly, she couldn’t stay in, and she definitely couldn’t afford to play her regular games today, or tomorrow, since she risks regretting it dearly. She looked into her wardrobe for something she could wear, but at the same time wouldn’t get any attention, at least not as it’s usually the case. Fortunately for her, she found a pair of blue cargo pants, and a long-sleeved, buttoned black shirt. She couldn’t believe she had to restrain herself like this. In fact, this was probably the first time she was this covered since she could remember.

Still, in a bad mood, she leaves her apartment and plans her route. If she goes through the gym, Coach Fred will want to stop her to talk about that tournament and her eyes will be all over the place looking at the people using the gym and working out, not to mention that the adorably clumsy Wilson will probably want to know if she was thirsty. So she decided to take the elevator on the back to go directly to the parking garage, get on her bike, and take off elsewhere.

If she hadn’t noticed just how over the top Night City was, she sure was noticing now: An advertisement for The Watson Whore, a couple of advertisements for Avante, one of them had two models looking like they are about to make out, and on the other, one of the models is fondling the other model’s ass. Sure it looked artsy, but it’s like the old adage reads: Sex sells, and sex will always sell.

As she stopped at a red light, the advertisements around her were ruthless, she was momentarily fazed by a Mix It Up ad, a beautiful model sipping from their drink, with their cock outlined in that skin-tight outfit. The car behind her finally blares the horn “Move it you stupid whore! Light’s green!” she groans, flipping the bird as she takes off. She wasn’t even sure where she was going, so she figured she’d interface with the radio, looking for something to listen to and get her mind off her current predicament.

After driving for some time, she found herself arriving at the top of Santo Domingo’s dam. She had been driving for a while now, but she figured that the place, the sights, and the solitude would help her calm her nerves. Parking the bike just behind the barrier, she climbed it and sat atop it. Maybe what Misty once said about meditation was right and more than just a regular goth hippie sales pitch as she had considered, she may owe her an apology.

As she was taking a long, good look at the cityscape before her, she started to consider what her next course of action would be. Jackie was out on an errand for Gustavo Orta for the next two days, which was fortunate for her considering her current state. And she had been avoiding the Afterlife too, but she knew that she’d have to eventually go back and face the music. Ever since she said no to Dexter and walked out of his booth she had been feeling there was something else at play, and she couldn’t just point out what it was.

As she was deep in reflection, a few familiar sounds got her attention. A couple of teenagers had managed to sneak to the dam, and they were very close to her, one of them had gotten on her knees and had started sucking off the other one. Under normal circumstances, V would keep on watching, making it known to them that they were being watched. Her hands would play with her tits, and make sure they would watch her too. Maybe she would approach them and join them, getting on her knees too, sucking off the random guy while licking the girl’s tongue in an erotic kiss. V came to when she realized what had happened, and with a groan, she simply stood up, dropped from the barrier, and got on her bike. She couldn’t even get far away from the city to get a moment for herself without something sexy taking place, while she was unable to participate.

She eventually drove down a small road leading to the Badlands, the scenery was starting to look familiar to her, she could barely see the outline of the border checkpoint in the distance, and that sure brought memories to her. As she kept driving, she also saw a gathering next to an intersection. The colors were familiar to her, the tags too, and that got her alarmed. The Wraiths was a gang that operated exclusively in the Badlands, but more than that, they were part of the Raffen Shiv, the disgraced nomads that turned to banditry, killing, and kidnapping of other nomads. What she also saw, however, was that they were having a party. A couple of trucks parked next to the intersection, one of them blasting loud music, booze making its rounds, everyone dancing, and even a few people fucking their brains out right there in the open, in the middle of the day. She revved the engine and left as fast as she could. If there was something that bothered her more than the Raffen Shiv, was the Raffen Shiv getting luckier than her.

She eventually finds herself in Biotechnica Flats, smirking as she tries to remember the path she followed that time with Jackie when they were being chased down. As she more or less remembers, she reaches the empty garage, now occupied by squatters. She gets off her bike as she approaches the garage, the squatters don’t seem to mind her. She can almost guess the old marks on the floor, and she wonders where her old Galena shitbox car may have ended. She sighs, even wondering why she was remembering a life she would not get back. V got back on her bike, thinking about where she would go. Lizzie’s? The place was basically non-stop sex with extra neon. Afterlife was out of the question, for now. El Coyote Cojo would probably be filled with horny Valentinos catcalling her and wanting to rub a quick one out too, the problem is not that she would say no, the problem is that she couldn’t even entertain the possibility of doing it. Everybody knew that Riot was overflowing with all kinds of synth drugs in their bathrooms, drugs led to euphoria, and euphoria led to mindless fucking, not to mention, the place was almost always uncomfortably packed. Totentaz was basically nigh incomprehensible music by Maelstrom for Maelstrom, and even if she wanted in, chances are, they wouldn’t let her. Sure she could ask Dum Dum to put the good word in for her, but he would be all over her in no time, and again, not that she hated the idea, but it’d have to be for another time.

Goddamn Viktor and his goddamn end game, he got her, and he got her good.

Checking the fuel gauge, she realized she was running a bit low, there was a fuel station not too far, down the road from the border checkpoint, she would only need to get out of Biotechnica Flats. With the roar of her engine, she made her way out. She had to admit, she missed driving in the Badlands, no cares other than having enough CHOOH2 to make it to her destination, or sudden Raffen ambushes, it was in one way or another, reinvigorating.

It didn’t take long for her to reach the fuel station, and it was packed. Almost all the parking boxes were occupied by Aldecaldo cars, and the four pumps were also busy, even if the line was moving fast. She waited patiently until it was her turn. The fuel station was also reasonably big, and it looked cleaner than most of the stations she had visited before, including the one in which she gave Charlie the ride of his life. She groans to herself as her mind wanders and decides just to wait for her turn before things get out of control.

Once it was finally her turn, she paid the fee and started loading her Brennan from the pump. She waited until it was done, trying not to think about anything. But she was clearly hot and bothered. Once she was done, she parked in one of the very few parking boxes available, she then entered the service area and figured she should get dinner while she was there. It was larger than she had imagined, it looked more like a supermarket than a fuel station. As she was walking down the aisles, she saw a young Aldecaldo couple, she wore a shirt with the sleeves ripped, and the shirt was unbuttoned, showing the young nomad’s generous cleavage and part of her navel. Her girlfriend was anything but shy and immediately slid a hand under her shirt, squeezing her breast. V almost immediately went overdrive, she quickly got a couple of drinks and some more scop-based dishes and rushed to the cashier. “Howdy and good evenin’ miss, found everything you needed?” the cashier was a young man who got V’s attention because he resembled Charlie, a lot.

He had mid-length curls, was wearing a cowboy shirt, and was in very good shape. “Oh now I’ve found everything I want, stud” she thought to herself, but she clears her throat “Y-yeah got everything I wanted” she says “And more” she says to herself again, she hated and loved how worked out she was getting, she couldn’t take her eyes from the cashier as he was checking in her food “Thank you for waitin’ miss, that’ll be thirty eddies fifty” V’s eyes glow as the cashier gets the payment and nods to her “Thanks a lot for shoppin’ with us, miss, hope to see you again!”

V left the service area but she was definitely coming back to ‘shop’ later. She smirks to herself as she stashes her food and gets on her bike. Starting it, she returned to Night City, and all the lights, the sounds, and especially the sex in the air. Staying in her apartment didn’t do her many favors, but going out to clear her mind was even worse for her. After hitting every possible red light on her way back home, the sun had set by the time she parked her bike in the parking garage of Megabuilding H10, she got her food with her and was now riding the elevator to her apartment.

As to what she would do on her second day? The opposite of what she had done today. She figured the less she saw, heard, and even smelled, the smaller the chance that she would get uncomfortable, or at least, that’s what she hoped.
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From Badlands To Good Times A Cyberpunk 2077 Tale