Moving Around The Country
Fox returned to his mega hotel at night, after closing the boutique. The second floor was already in renovation, the machinery was a little loud, but it didn't drive away the customers, at the very least. For the past month, Fox made more money than before, especially with Colmillo's deal to buy some of his bions.
With the constant missions, and those he was assigned to after leaving Selena’s side, his bank account summed to 1.9 million credits. Additionally, he gained 1.4 million credits more from the bions sold to the PSD, whereas it was only ¾.
The ¼ sold to Colmillo was worth 1.1 million credits to her. Knowing this clear difference, Fox wanted to find others who’d appreciate his creations and sell more to Colmillo. But if it was that easy, it wouldn’t have been superficially unknown to Fox from the start. Colmillo also wouldn’t just practically give him a million credits or more every month out of charity.
There were virtually not many people who would experiment and disassemble or deconstruct so many bions for personal experience, research, and for fun. Colmillo was one of them, but the only reason she helped might be because he made it into Nala Loba’s team.
More importantly, Fox began creating these bions not even a year after entering PSD, he was clearly a promising investment. Now that Fox knew, he planned to show that worth, but could only wait until the end of the 9th month to know if Colmillo liked it to at least continue buying from him.
Regardless, this granted Fox 4.4 million credits in his bank account. Before, he would’ve wondered what the government would’ve done if there was this kind of number. Now he knew. Either he’s ‘asked’ what was going on, or was first reached by some public servant to see if they could get him to ‘donate’ some to resolve his have-not-even-happened problems.
But now, Fox was practically working for the government. Who would dare come pick trouble with him? Similarly, the other PSD special agents should be just like this. The commotion of SAs in the world wasn’t as lively and discussed as before, when Fox first nearly stole a national treasure. But it was now recognized, and even more as Fox, ‘the spy’, destroyed Riverlye ‘on his own’.
That was in Lýmoca. The rest of the world wasn’t so keen on these things. And, truth be told, because of his previous ‘save’ of the vice president’s life, he was a bit of a national pride; but just a tiny bit.
It was the importance of Fox’s deeds that drew attention, not himself.
… Fox walked to the reception, where a beautiful lass who had just ended her break time and was a little wet from a pool stood behind the counter.
This was a mega hotel, so things like unprofessionalism would be taboo. However, when considering the huge, bouncy rack the young woman had, with her rosa bikini covering it well yet revealing enough flesh, nobody would complain. Mega hotels also weren’t for kids, so, under-table rules.
“Hi, I wanted to ask about the payment.” Fox politely smiled and placed his fingers on the counter. The young woman smiled, her eyes brightening when recognizing that face, although they trembled when identifying his rumored polycoria, impenetrable black eyes.
“Oh, hi! Uhm… you can’t pay it anymore?”
“Hagh,” Fox smirked with a guttural scoff. The lass felt a bit awkward. Fox directly went at it, “I wanted to see if there was a payment method to not pay it day by day, but every month.”
“OH!” The young woman’s eyebrows, which were starting to furrow a bit, relaxed as she exclaimed. She smiled, looking charming before nodding with a pair of gullible eyes, “There is, indeed. Although not everyone stays here that long, so it isn’t offered at first. You know, professionalism. You can ‘pre-reserve’ for an entire month, but you’ll have to pay 20,000 extra credits, 300,000 in total.”
“… Alright,” Fox rolled his eyes before taking his phone out. He saw his bank account go from 3.2 million credits, after buying the floor and initiating its renovations, down to 2.9 million credits. The receptionist worked the procedures before winking at him, arching her left eyebrow, “Your number, too?”
“…” Fox looked down at the beauty, his eyes penetrating into hers. After a few seconds, he lightly nodded, exclaiming, “Mn.”
She proceeded to take his number before smiling, just like a big-bellied, middle-aged hunter shooting a deer drinking water, contented to add to their collection. Fox thanked her before going to his suite.
There, Teon was sprawled on the ground, reeking of sweat and with some of her limbs muscles twitching, clearly impacted. Fox grinned, picking her left heel before dragging her away after forcefully turning her around from her feet to her head, ending up with her back against the floor.
“What now? I thought big baby Teon could deal with anything,” Fox said with a wide smirk showing his ‘eerie’ teeth, which Teon saw. She tsked, “Well, your baby Teon needs to get back to it, so massage me while I breathe. Where is your red medicine? What’s wrong with you?”
“I don’t really use it anymore, unless I get badly wounded, which doesn’t happen often.” Fox said, throwing her to his bed. Teon shut her eyes tight before feeling her body getting undressed. Fox left her undergarments on and threw her the blanket, which she neatly covered herself with.
Blushing a little, Teon looked at his left arm and wondered, pouting. “This thing really works wonders, huh? You don’t need any other bion for your arms. Although you could do the same to the right one.”
“No!” Fox became stern and shook his head, startling Teon. She frowned and pouted again before advising, “Well, you could at least buy a high-end bion, no?”
“Nope. Too much waste. I can’t use so much money for that.” Fox remained the same, but he showed dispirited values in his eyes and heart. Teon lifted her left eyebrow, but feeling his magical hands massaging her right shin, she closed them comfortably and breathed.
“Well, you’ll spend tens of millions in that boutique and the Myertha. So, why not use another tens for a bion that’ll last you?” Teon said amidst little moans. Fox mentally shook his head. Then, he responded, already getting to her thighs, “Myertha is my baby. The boutique is my future pillar of business. Another bion wouldn’t belong to me, not like my arm does… I’ve learnt that much.”
“Hmmm,” Teon subtly nodded. Then, she flicked his fingers, which were several inches away from her groins. “Ey! Don’t touch me. If you do, I’ll let my future man beat your ass.”
She sounded so smug, threatening with someone that didn’t even exist, and all conceited already. Fox humored her, “What boyfriend? Is there someone who would ever take you and not get his prick crushed by mistake? Who knows what happens where not even cobwe-”
“For your information!” Teon shouted back, stressing and sitting up. “He’s a representative captain, you know? Don’t think you can be undefeatable. If I want to, after he sweeps your little ass over the HQ, I’ll put a strap-on and get you on your kne-”
“Relax,” Fox pushed her back onto his bed, poking her collarbone and making her feel enough pain to shut her eyes tight. Then, he showed a brief grimace from the left corner of his mouth before massaging her waist.
“So, how was your second day?” Fox asked her when working her right arm. Teon, who had been bratty just now, was all melted with a quivering mouth, wishing half a dozen other Foxes came over and massaged her every limb, her back, and her tummy.
“The first one was tiring, but I was worked up to my limits today, it’s… so much fun!” Teon purred after these words. Fox expressionlessly nodded twice, knowing what something like that would feel like. Perhaps even he would have been like Teon, but he had Emer, while Teon was under drastic conditions for months.
“Have you thought what Blood you’re interested in?” Fox asked, not expecting an answer. The Bloods were further explained as they spent their 3 months regimen. But Teon immediately replied, “Green!”
“…” Fox stopped momentarily, rapidly continuing after Teon’s baby grumpy eyes glared at him. She had a body to be massaged, couldn’t he tell? But inwardly, Fox thought, ‘Ah, I see. No wonder. And you like those, huh?’
Fox smirked a bit, unnoticed by Teon.
When he was done with the massage, Teon was half asleep. He looked at her serene, sleeping bratty self and lowered his face again. Kissing her right cheek, Fox stood back up with his right hand on her left sided jaw, lightly caressing it. Teon opened her eyes when he was standing up.
“No matter what you’re looking for, try not to overexert your body and mind. You can’t always receive my massages. Should anyone find trouble with you, I’ll be there. So don’t be afraid, and make trouble, mm?” Fox spoke somewhat gently after looking into her face for a few seconds. Added to his broken and soft voice, it was overly soothing to hear.
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“Mhm,” Teon’s big black eyes looked up at his face meekly. Then, Teon blushed as she murmured lightly, enough for any special agent to hear her even from a few meters away. “That was okay, but one more wouldn’t hurt.”
“Hmf,” Fox looked down at her again before bending over. Teon closed her eyes a bit tightly, feeling his lips on her forehead before inadvertently producing a sweet, tomboyish smile. When Fox was just about to straighten his back, she threw her arms in the air and said, still blushing with a little smile, “Wait! It’s not fair if it’s just like this.”
“Mmwuaaah!” Teon grabbed his chin and turned his head before planting a powerful smooch on his right cheek. Then, she smiled, her hands at his trapezius shoulders. Fox looked at her in the eyes, slightly narrowing her eyes as she commented, seemingly out of nowhere, “Hey, if you were to kiss me right now, and I remind you I’m in my undies, because of you, you might steal me away from that boyfriend, you know?”
“Uh-huh?” Fox, who smirked amidst her seemingly provoking words, nodded a bit a few times in a row. Teon looked at him as he countered, “Indeed, I could do that. But I wouldn’t do that. I won’t conquer you. Besides, would you enjoy if I did this to you?”
Teon pouted a grimace to the right corner of her mouth, shaking her head at once. Fox tousled her hair before smooching her forehead again, holding the sides of her head, this time on her left side. “Now that we’ve seen to this, get some rest.”
Fox turned around and left a drowsy Teon in his bed, covered by his blankets. Before stepping out, he reminded her, “I want you out at 4 AM every day! Or I’ll drag you there, regardless how unprepared you are!”
“Uggh!” Teon brattily pronounced her discontent with a hidden, lovely, thin smile before Fox went to the living room. There were things he had to work for, especially the Blackflower Boutique. Looking at his phone to the right, on one of the sofa cushions, Fox reminded himself that tomorrow was another task to be completed.
… The next day, after bidding Teon farewell, dropping her to HQ like an older brother, Fox took a PVT (taxi), and went to one of the few remaining railways in the country. His destination: Désincá. It is northeast from Proteros, more to the east, and also where the OC the team struck a blow last time with the submarine raid was influential.
Fox only had one task there, which was pretty simple, even if not so especially alluring or curious. Furthermore, it was something he had already done, to a certain degree. He was to work in the PVT services, the personal vehicle transport.
For this, Fox was to learn… the livelihood of the people. It could be in any city, but it would be in the state of Désincá, one of its many cities. Despite this state being near Proteros, more or less, being in the southern regions, it was poorer than any other state outside these regions.
Fox arrived at a small PVT branch. There was no surprise element, espionage art necessary, nor tension. This branch was controlled by PSD. Indeed, it was a not so simple assignation.
Fox met with his ‘officer’, so to speak, and was designated an area. Fox was given his work attire, ordinary clothes, but the kind he would never wear. Short-sleeved or sleeveless shirts, no jacket, and white or colorful hats, sunglasses, and sweatpants or jeans.
With that, Fox began his daily routes. From all over the city, Fox only took clients who wished to go within the city. He used a car. No way he was letting people touch his body, even with full clothes on, just to travel on a bike. Even if bikes earned more!
Despite having to drive such a caging box, Fox also had his new character. Furthermore, he was now ‘Imán’. The car itself could be said to be a phone itself. It didn’t have one that belonged to the PVT system and was connected to the vehicle, because it was it itself.
There were panels for each seat. Fox drove a traditional 2 seats in front and up to 3-4 people at the back, but only 1-row seats. The front seats had a panel at the side, next to each other, which they had to let the system recognize, so no other people would use, by using their finger yolks. The back seats had the panels at the front, up to 4, 2 placed near the other.
After arriving at the destination, Fox had to either charge in physical, or the system would, after the client’s confirmation from their phone or window, or if they had an ultramodern, expensive gut bion in their heads.
With a little over 2.9 million credits in his bank account, Fox was a little closer to the 5.2 million he had to pay at the end of the year on his Myertha, and then those 3.1 million for the old man. The ninth month had just started, so he had to get to working his ass off again.
… On one occasion, after Fox went through several first clients in the first day, on an orange evening, Fox received a notification. He picked up a single mom, who looked a bit stressed, but wore quite elegant, attractive clothing, showing some of her small cleavage.
“Hello, Imán. Thanks for coming quickly, can you bring me to the suburbs in the First Repelling Battle? Thanks,” she said after confirming she went into the car. Fox nodded, doing the same with the panel before him. “Yes, Sara. Ah, if you’d like to relax with something, just tell me. We are 15 minutes from a Galapeso if you want to drink something…”
“You’re so sweet, thank you. Why not?” The single mother said. Thus, Fox went to pick some drinks by the drive-thru. Then, directly to her destination. When the trip ended, Fox was softly grabbed and pecked on his cheek. It was really nice, and he could feel her motherly instincts.
… Another time, in another day, Fox brought some tall, bulky, stern-faced fellas around the city. Half were bald, or wore sleeveless shirts, only wanting to listen to corridors and banda. The trip was silent otherwise. Whenever they spoke, it was to each other’s ears, to not let Fox listen. They were innocently pried by Fox’s ears, of course.
At last, Fox brought them to their destination: a bowling center with many fashionable decorations and of refined etiquette. Fox saw them step out of the car after their phones each paid separately, and their faces blush as they met with their dainty girlfriends and even a couple of boyfriends. Then, hearing something about dressing code, and the bulky fellas agreeing meekly, Fox grinned as he left.
… On yet another occasion, Fox drove a couple to their house from a late night party. Both were brown, with the young woman having curly hair, well-stylized, and appearing shy the entire trip. Meanwhile, the young man had short black hair and seemed cool overall.
When arriving at their destination, the young man swiftly stepped out and facepalmed, sadly crying out, “Oh no! I forgot to buy the groceries. Baby, can you pay him? I’ll use our money for the stuff. Be right back.”
“…” - “…” The young woman shyly looked at Fox, not knowing he knew her heart was beating wildly. At last, she had the guts to go ahead with their accorded plan, while Fox thought to himself, ‘Oh, so it was one of those situations.’
In the next moment, Fox was asked, “Is there- ah- is there any other way I can pay you, mister?”
Fox looked back, glancing up and down at her, as she stuck her chest out and spread her legs, showing a white thin, luscious tong. Fox smirked a bit. She was into it, but what about him?
Picking her hand with his gloved hands, he looked at her seriously and said, “Better luck next time, but I have a few tips that might help you regardless. It’ll be very shameful for you, so be sure of it before deciding.”
The young woman only hesitated for 3 seconds before nodding. Fox grinned.
After having the young woman sit in various poses and doing so many things to herself alone, Fox dropped her on the sidewalk with one of the cushions so she wouldn’t break a bone, or something.
When the young man returned and saw her like this, he was worried. But after feeling her hot, sun-melting skin, he felt a good premonition. His girl showed her the audio of Fox ‘fucking’ the life out of her, as he spoke in command nonstop, cold and disregarding, and she responded like a kitten, moaning nonstop.
By the time they were near the end of the audio, it played inside their house as they talked really hard and long about life.
… Unfortunately, there was this other occasion. After picking a few clients, delivering them to their destinations. Fox had a few underage, white, rich girls grab him in the app. It was all fine, until they playfully wanted to peck his face all over, to which Fox acted responsibly.
He drifted to the other end of the car, almost hitting several in the other lane at a fortunate red light. Then, returning to his side, he stepped out and opened the door of the 16-year-old gals, who shot outwards and felt like vomiting after finding solid ground. With that, Fox returned to his PVT and left, thinking, ‘I hate people.’
. . .
On time, 5 days later, in the 9th month’s 2nd week, Fox returned to Proteros, having had enough exploration fun back there. Although he didn’t like taking a talkative character. He’d had to complain about this to Butler, somehow make it so he won’t tell Luis. Fox had a hunch there was a not-so-unknown, unknown mastermind behind this.
He returned to the boutique first, wanting to see it finished. When he did, at early night, Fabiola was outside, talking with many clients in a group. When she saw him, she smiled big time and shouted, “Fox!”
The clients turned around, wanting to rush at him, but stopped. They seemed irritated and impatient, though.
Fox walked through them and arrived before Fabiola, who took his arm with both hands and said, ‘showing him off’ to the group. “Since he’s here, I can now open it. No need for ceremonies, the Blackflower Boutique’s second floor… is open!”
Fox raised his eyebrows, contented and surprised at the same time. As Fabiola announced it, she ran up the stairs at the side to open the second floor. The stairs had further wooden plates and pillars to make it more stable. Furthermore, it was a little wider, with a half-cage-like railing protecting them from falling down, arching well above them.
Fox looked briefly into the main/first floor, noticing half the youngsters inside, busy to attend fairly new faces. A few looked at him, smiling in satisfaction and glad to see him. They now wore uniforms. Not too decent or identity-taking, just enough to appear more organized.
Fox nodded at them before going upstairs in large strides. He was just in time to see a slightly nervous Pamela standing behind a proper counter in a much larger, spacious area filled with more pieces and garment types, especially the bundles.
The design was similar to the first floor, only much broader, but the same design.
The crowd went in as soon as they could, feverishly looking everywhere. A third of them went to Mena’s cousin, whom they recognized but nearly didn’t because of her uniform. It was different from those downstairs, or half the other youngsters around the second floor. She looked like a clerk of a higher position, not an attendant anymore.
With time, rather quickly, Pamela felt her nervousness leave as she remembered her every learned traits of the job and helped the known clientele with ease. While online shopping was master, personally touching, trying, and discussing the pieces in person was irreplaceable. Furthermore, socializing was so important for nearly all humans.
Looking at them from a few steps below, Fox suddenly felt twitching from his left eye. A few seconds later, as his face passively fell, he felt tremendous twinges on the right side of his head. Slowly, he stepped down. The night was young.
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