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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: 3887 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Valerie woke up as the sun was rising on the horizon. It was quite a night with what happened to Osiah, his cryptic words, and the wild party raging at the same time. She wasn’t sure how she felt, that rush and excitement from the day before was gone. And now she was wondering if she had overdone it. Charlie, Isaiah, not to mention the trouble looming with Rallo and Tomas taking five thousand eurodollars and making a run for it. She was probably overthinking it, and maybe yesterday was just a weird phase.

Her jeans were gone, there was no stitching that would make them wearable anymore, she had more clothes of course, but she liked those best. Deciding to just take a shower before breakfast, Valerie peered out of her tent. The camp was asleep still, but the temperature was rising already. She made her way to the water tank, on the westernmost part of camp. It was relatively far but that guaranteed some peace and quiet.

She hoped the water was cold, but that was just her deluding herself, she was glad just to cool off a bit. She took off her clothes and placed them on a metallic crate, as she turned the faucet, a stream of water fell on her. She was thinking about the past twenty-four hours: Her plan to be Charlie’s gunner on the Petrochem run, her teasing him, then fucking him, and finally coming home to a half-drunk Osiah who had left her so sore, she could barely get any sleep. As those memories came rushing back, so did her lust. She was cleaning herself, but her hands would rub her wet body as the water continued to wash her down. She closed her eyes, remembering the feeling of Charlie’s cock in her pussy, and Osiah’s spunk in her mouth, if it wasn’t because she was showering, it’d be very apparent she was wet already, this definitely wasn’t a weird phase, not anymore. With her eyes closed, she ran her hands through her body, feeling her hard nipples on her palms, and her eager little cunt. She slid a finger inside, arching her back as she felt a small jolt on her spine, she shivered, but she liked the sensation. As her left hand was still playing with her pussy, her right hand pinched her nipple. She kept reliving those images of Charlie and Osiah, and even that poor fueling station dependent watching her, and she climaxed, as quietly as she could.

As she opened her eyes, she noticed some of the clan members were already up and looking her way. While it wasn’t strange to see someone else showering when you’re a nomad, something rang in her ears that made her pay attention: Osiah’s words ‘Half the camp wants to fuck you already’, as she looked at the early birds, one of them was pretending to fix something on the tank, but he was just focused on watching her, they knew what she was doing, and they couldn't help but keep her eyes on her young body. Once she was done, she started getting dressed, another early bird had just joined the one ‘fixing’ something on the tank, but to Valerie, it was obvious they were talking among themselves and looking her way. She grinned to herself and just made her way back to the tent, pretending not to realize what was really going on.

When she was arriving at her tent, she saw Charlie leaving a crate inside. “Hey choomba, how are you doing?” Charlie’s face lit and smiled at her “Good morning Valerie, doing alright, and you?” her hair was still wet from the shower as she looked at the crate “Not bad, I couldn’t sleep though… So what’s this?” Charlie looked at the crate again and shrugged, he seemed almost disinterested “It’s from Osiah, said it’s the threads you wanted… Oh by the way, did you know Rallo and Tomas ran off with the eds? We’re on a tight spot” she simply nodded to Charlie, but couldn’t help but wonder just what threads Osiah had given him “Anyway gotta run, Osiah says he has come out with a plan to compensate for those eds, I hope he’s right, chooms are gonna be pissed if he doesn’t, see ya around Valerie” Charlie was clearly in a hurry and Valerie grew more and more curious, she got into her tent and opened the crate, browsing through his contents, she smirked as her heart started to beat faster and faster “So this is how it is, huh?” she grins and shakes her head “Alright, we’ll roll with it”.

A couple of hours had passed and Osiah was walking with a few of the veterans who still remained with the Bakkers “So you’re good with the plan?” he asked as another man just nods “We got the route and the ambush area, but boss, how did you hear about this?” Osiah sighed as he answers “Had to burn my last favor with a choom working on Militech, this is legit, Militech will be running a light transport with no more than two or three operatives, take ‘em out and take the truck, we’ll hide it for a couple of days until the buyer finalizes everything” the men nodded “Let’s hope the buyer doesn’t back out” another one says “Not a lot of market for a 911 these days, with gas being as scarce as it is, and CHOOH2 converters not always working out” Osiah grins slightly “It’s not just a regular 911, choombata, it’s the Silverhand 911” the men all stop on their tracks as they look at Osiah as if he had just told the biggest lie “You’re shitting us” the big man shook his head “Not shitting you, and you guys better not shit me either, I got the contact, and I’ll handle the transaction, this goes smooth and not only we’ll solve the five thousand issue, but we’ll be alright for a while, and you guys get a bonus” that changed their expressions and disposition “Fuck, consider that 911 yours already choom, are Valerie and Charlie ridin’ with us on this run?” the big man stops and thinks for a moment “Charlie is, but I need Valerie here, one of the transformers was flickerin’ last night, we gotta see what that’s all about, now you chooms know the score, keep your radios on, Militech will be scanning for commlinks, so go oldschool, got it?” with that, the veterans were dispatched. Revving engines were heard shortly afterward, and half a dozen vehicles left camp. Osiah kept looking long after they were gone “This better fuckin’ work…”

Osiah went back to his trailer, he planned to stay by the radio so he wouldn’t miss any messages in case things didn’t go according to plan, which seemed to be a common thing lately. He locked the metallic doors which was a sign every Bakker understood: Fuck off, I’m busy, don’t bother me unless the Raffen are attacking or the camp’s on fire. As he sat down at the makeshift table, he saw a shadow next to the door he didn’t notice when he entered “Hi daddy” Osiah grins, knowing what this was all about “I take you got my gift?” Valerie stepped out of the shadow, she was wearing black ankle boots, fishnet stockings, a very short leather micro skirt, and a plunging tank top that gave her a very generous cleavage and, with the wrong move, much more than that. Osiah’s grin widened as Valerie even turned around giving him a full view of the outfit, he could feel his cock getting hard already “I sure did, so this is what you meant with me getting what I want?” he leans against his seat, openly rubbing his cock through his pants “It sure is” he says, his eyes still glued on Valerie who kept striking poses for him “Do you like it?” he asks as Valerie approaches him “You want me to wear this all the time?” he chuckles looking at her “All the fucking time. If you wanna fuck around with everyone on camp like the little slut you are, you gotta look the part” she started to think on the possibilities, but also on the potential issues “And I won’t get in trouble?” Osiah’s eyes were now glued on the micro skirt, Valerie’s ass was half visible and he loved that “Not at all, you’ll be fine, they all know they can see all they want, but they can’t touch… Unless you want them to, of course, this will stand as long as I’m leader, so let’s hope this job works out, eh?” she grins licking her lips “Is this why you didn’t send me with the others?” he chuckles again and nods “That’s right, I figured you’d need time to go through your new threads” as he says that, he reaches out to Valerie, fondling her ass, she bites her bottom lip “Do you feel like getting a show, boss?” the big man finally leans back and nods looking at her “Thought you’d never ask”.

Valerie had already shown him the first outfit, it made her look like one of those goth fuck dolls kids rave about so much, the next outfit was a little bit more sporty: chrome-plated sneakers, skin-tight leggings, and a muscle tank top. While the top covered her front, it was loose enough to leave out a very generous sideboob, and the leggings were so tight, that it was as if she was wearing nothing at all, wearing any kind of underwear would just not be right for this one. Osiah seemed pleased with himself “Whenever you wanna work out, I think everyone will appreciate this outfit”.

The next outfit had to come out from Osiah’s fantasies: thigh-high heeled boots, a wide but extremely short plastic skirt with chrome touches, a g-string that barely covered anything and parted Valerie’s pussy lips instead of covering them, and a crop top that exposed her abdomen. “I call this the good little girl outfit”, Osiah said, almost too proud of himself. “I bet you do, perv” Valerie grinned to herself “I bet you do”.

And the last outfit was surprisingly, or rather, relatively practical: A net-diving suit that, according to Osiah, also doubled as a sneak suit. It was thankfully elastic, but it was also one, maybe two sizes too small, and was also transparent for all intents and purposes. Even if she was also wearing the rubber boots that are part of the suit, she looked as if she was completely naked, which didn’t seem to bother her at all. “Not bad at all” he finally says after several moments of being distracted, which was more than likely the intent of the outfit “You got a favorite?” he asks looking at Valerie, who was definitely enjoying herself “Probably the first one, boss” she replies almost immediately “But I think that… More than likely, everyone’s gonna enjoy these, maybe even more than me, and that’s saying a lot”, she says with a grin, Osiah scoffed and shook his head “So I take you’ve finally noticed?” she bit her bottom lip, nodding, and getting excited remembering her shower earlier that morning, he pulls her to his side and sits her on his lap his organic hand resting on her ass, caressing it slowly “It’s like I told you, Valerie, half the camp wants to fuck you, the other half probably wants to be you” he gives her ass a good squeeze and a spank “Thanks for the show, but as much as I’d love to ram you again, I need to pay attention to the radio, I need this job to go right” she stands up, looking at him “Shoulda sent me then, choom” he smirks, shaking his head “And risk having you take half the guys to a fuel station’s bathroom and fucking them silly?” despite her newfound enjoyment, she felt her cheeks flushing at the comment which only seemed to amuse Osiah even more “Word of advice Valerie, you may wanna be picky with your playthings in the future, that Charlie choom is itching to tell everyone he fucked you, when I called him to take the crate to your tent he told me from the get go, now scram”.

She left the trailer and was carrying the crate with the outfits, she hadn’t realized that she was still wearing the net-diving suit, not only were her forms more revealing in the skin-tight suit, but the transparency exposed her completely. If she captured glances every now and then when she wasn’t aware, now she was fully aware, the way she looked at her clan members was different, she could see the excitement, and she could feel the arousal, both on them and herself, and it was something she was willing to exploit.

While the others were on the Militech job, she figured she’d make herself useful and look at the transformer Osiah had mentioned before. She figured she’d slip into something more practical, but stopped herself. She was going to wear the same outfit, it was just a matter of seeing just how long she could remain focused before succumbing to her lust.

The transformer didn’t have a lot of science in principle: Solar panels mounted on the top turned solar energy into electricity. But the one Valerie was looking at had some issues the night before, and if a transformer breaks down, it won’t be long before another does the same, and before you know it you struggle to keep the lights on. “Fuckin’ goddamn piece of ancient gonk-ass shit!” it seemed someone was already looking at the transformer and wasn’t having a lot of luck, as Valerie approaches, she sees Ale, or as most in the camp called him: Don Ale. He was an old school nomad, and had been in the family all of his life: he was born a Bakker, grew up a Bakker, and he swears he’d die a Bakker. He was balding and most of his remaining hair was grey, he wasn’t physically impressive either: regular height, definitely not skinny, but not a big man like Osiah. He had a mind for tech as well, but he had a very short fuse, which was an issue, if he lost his temper, it made all his work crumble and fall, and by the looks of it, it was already falling.

“Hey, Don Ale! Need a hand?” Valerie asked as the old techie was still fidgeting with the transformer, he seemed to ignore her “I don’t fucking get it… Cables are plugged in, there’s power, but it won’t feed… Why!?” the man was almost a cartoon, he kicks the transformer afterward, almost as if he were wishing that would fix it. “Don Ale! Fucking goddamn it answer me! Do you need a hand!?” That seemed to snap him into reality “Piss off! I’m old, not a gonk-ass useless vagrant, leave me alone so I can f—” he had turned to face Valerie and immediately was mesmerized by her forms, barely contained in that suit “... S-so I can… I… Uh…” Valerie grinned to herself, pretending that everything was fine “So you can… What? Don Ale, are you sure you don’t need a hand?” she said in that seductive tone she was still working on, the old techie swallowed and finally nodded “Y-yes, yes, of course, a hand. I need a hand! Yes, I have been working on this transformer but I don’t get why it doesn’t work” the man had several tools already on the floor, a lid to the transformer open, and a ladder nearby just in case. “Seriously, this thing is older than I am, it’s incredible it hasn’t caught fire or something worse” Valerie nodded as he stepped forward “Mind if I take a look, Don Ale?” she asks innocently, the man immediately steps aside “Not at all mija, look all you like” Valerie gets on all fours and starts looking at the tools first, and then she looked at the open lid. She was fully exposing herself to the old techie “Ay, Jesús Bendito” she heard the man say, she pretended not to have heard what she said, but she could feel the man’s eyes on her ass.

Valerie wiggled her ample ass a little, which definitely caught the man’s attention even more “Well this is confusing” said Valerie “Things seem to be right in here, maybe the problem is elsewhere” she was about to stand up when the old techie interjects “N-no, you need to make sure you really look into it, you gotta really get in there” she could feel the man’s breathing get labored, she hoped the poor man wouldn’t suffer a heart attack. She crawled a bit more as if she was really looking at a problem she knew well wasn’t there, she wiggled her ass some more “Dios mío, que culazo te cargas, mija…” the man gulped as Valerie was still ‘looking’ into the issue “What was that, Don Ale?” the man was either nervous or extremely aroused, she had hoped it was the latter “Nothing mija, nothing, maybe the… uh… problem wasn’t there after all, come now, let me help you up” the very eager man extended his arms to help Valerie up, he could feel her curves on him, and he couldn’t take his eyes away from her tits. Valerie noticed there was a very evident hard-on that the poor man was trying to conceal, but those baggy cargo pants weren’t doing him any favors. All the same, she pretended she didn’t see any of that. “Thanks, Don Ale, I think the problem is the solar panels, we might need to get up there”, she says casually “Uh huh…” the man was still mesmerized by her breasts “We’ll need the ladder for this”, she says again “Uh huh…” Valerie was amused, she went to get the ladder and propped it against the transformer “It doesn’t feel very solid” she says as she turns to look at the old techie “I’m gonna need a hand or two” she says in that seductive tone again “Oh… Oh! Yes, of course!” the old techie either got the message or realized what could happen, as Valerie climbed the ladder, the man had an incomparable view of Valerie she never thought he’d see, he was still mesmerized by her forms “Don Ale, I’ll need a hand, the wind is swaying the ladder!” she says in a damsel in distress tone “Uh huh…” of course she was bullshitting, there was no swaying, let alone even a gentle breeze, he reached out to Valerie and placed his hands firmly on her thighs, she giggled “Much better Don Ale, thanks, I think I see the problem from here!” she wiggled a little bit more, which made the old techie instinctively move his hands up and down “Uh huh…” Valerie felt the old techie’s hands slowly sliding up to her ass, breathing heavily, she tried to focus on repairing the issue, which was one of the panels not being correctly connected to the generator “Please hold me tight Don Ale, I’m almost done here!” and by the frantic moves of the man, he was almost done himself, as Valerie pleaded him to hold her tight, the old techie got bold and squeezes Valerie’s ass, parting her cheeks “Oh, Dios mío, que culo de putita…” the man almost whispered those words but Valerie had heard them and she understood enough Spanish to understand just how aroused the old man was. But so was she, feeling her asshole exposed made her wetter. She was finished with the transformer but figured she would give the man a few more minutes. “Alright Don Ale, I’m done, I’m coming down!” Valerie said “Hold on mija, let me help you” the man ‘helped’ Valerie down by firmly placing his hands on her thighs, and as she was climbing down, he placed his hands on her ass again, then finally on her abdomen, Valerie pretended to slip, and the movement made the man grab her chest, she was amused and aroused, and so was he. He even felt her nipples harden under his touch.

“Phew! Thank you, Don Ale, you saved my life!” she says with a cheerful tone “Why don’t you give it a swirl, I think we fixed the issue” the old techie found it difficult to keep his eyes off of her, but he had to for the sake of appearances, although maybe Valerie didn’t care for appearances, not the way she was dressed anyway. Kids these days. He cranked up the transformer, and not only did the thing come to life, but the power output was better than expected “Well I’ll be damned” said the old man “You probably saved us a couple of thousand eddies mija, good work!” Valerie was, of course, satisfied with herself for having helped the clan, but she was even more satisfied after noticing the stain on the man’s crotch “Glad to help, Don Ale, I better get going” the old man clears his throat “Valerie, mija, wait” she turns around to face him. That made it very difficult for the poor techie to focus on her, he clears his throat again “Y-y’know… These transformers get most of their strain at night” he starts saying, not knowing exactly where he was going with it “And, uh, we might need to keep an eye on it, just in case… I, uh, was wondering if you could help me again, by, uh… Keeping an eye on them tonight?” Valerie grinned to herself and nodded “Of course, Don Ale, all you gotta do is ask and I’ll do whatever you need” she winks at the old techie, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he allows himself to be bold enough to give Valerie’s ample ass a pat or two “Thanks mija, I knew I could count on you”.
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From Badlands To Good Times A Cyberpunk 2077 Tale