Elexis stepped off the matrix into the main hallway, then
took the long walk to her apartment, counting each steel door
she passed so she'd know exactly where to stop. As exhausted
as she was, it was likely she'd miss her own door.
Fortunately, she didn't. She scanned her I.D. card and waited
for the entry code to allow her into her quarters. When the
door slid back the lights clicked on throughout the dwelling.
She entered, tossed her code card onto the counter and headed
straight for the bedroom to change clothes.
"Good evening, Elexis. I trust
you had a good day."
She shook her head at the automated
greeting system. "My
day sucked."
"I'm very happy to hear that. What
would you like for dinner?"
She laughed at the way the computer
ignored her emotional comment, since it wasn't programmed
to deal with a workday
that sucked. "Nothing right now."
Food wasn't the least bit appealing. Undressing was. The
uniform was about to strangle her. She stripped off the severe
navy blue pants and zip-up jacket that signified her as Government
Internet Security and slid into her favorite after-work ensemble-silk
robe and nothing else.
What a day. Hell, what a month, for that matter. When the
entire security of Earth depended upon a computer system, something
going wrong was a big damn deal not only to all humans, but
also to the aliens who now governed their planet. And there
was no bigger deal than a breach to the system.
To say she was keyed up was an understatement. The entire
GIS tech unit had worked diligently the past few months trying
to keep the Underground hackers out of the system. Constant
upgrades were being done, so many that Elexis was exhausted
from the amount of time she'd spent at work the past few months.
The Underground had made steady gains over the years and
had successfully breached the tightest security system on the
planet several times. Somebody on the other side was very,
very smart.
But not as smart as GIS. They'd outwit the hackers and keep
the system safe. They always had.
She rolled her shoulders to ease the tension, played a few
games on the web and even resorted to a glass of calming liquor,
none of which served to alleviate the stress making her chest
feel like a tight band wound around it. She needed to relax,
or she'd never sleep, and tomorrow was another busy day.
What she really needed was an orgasm, a sure tension reliever.
It'd been days since she'd sought out cybersex. Tonight would
be a perfect night for it. Situating herself onto the wide
chaise in front of her system, she spoke her code and waited
for the net to come online.
Adjusting the robe so that it covered her legs, she leaned
back, sipped the clear red liquor that blissfully burned its
way down her throat, and gave the next command to the computer.
"Cybersex, please."
A computerized female voice answered. "What
is your preference?"
Elexis leaned back and closed her eyes, trying to decide.
She'd occasionally taken a female to cybersex with, as they
understood a woman's body and the triggers to orgasm, but she
definitely preferred men. Something about their voices. So
deep, so seductive, the husky tones made her libido flame to
life.
"Male, between twenty-five and thirty-five. Over six-feet
tall. Well built, but not overly muscled. Dark hair, deep voice." She
didn't know why she had this vision of a certain man, but it
was one she called upon again and again. Not that it made any
difference what they looked like. She'd never see them anyway.
A series of conversations resulting in a quick orgasm and she'd
be satisfied and on her way to bed.
"One moment," the computer
answered.
She often wondered what her partners really looked like.
Chosen at random, they could be anyone on the planet. All humans
lived in alien-controlled high rises occupied by thousands
in each building. It could even be a neighbor for all she knew.
Sex was controlled by the government and identities were
kept secret so there'd be no chance of physical contact and
recognition later. She never knew who'd she'd get on the other
end of the connection. It could even be someone she worked
with.
Thank the government for anonymity. She'd die of embarrassment
if she could actually see the person with whom she had sex.
Soft jazz music started, piped in through communication speakers
located throughout her quarters. She'd always enjoyed the old
twentieth-century jazz sounds, finding them both sensually
stimulating and relaxing at the same time.
An image came up. As always, it was more shadows than form,
but she could vaguely see a man seated in front of his computer.
"Hello?" she asked.
He didn't answer right away. Finally,
he said, "Well,
hello there."
His voice warmed her more than the liquor.
Deep, husky, dripping with barely leashed sexuality, just
the way she liked it. "I'm
Lexi. Are you agreeable to cybersex this evening?"
Once again he paused before answering. She leaned forward,
wondering if she'd been misdirected and would need to sever
their connection. With the upgrades they'd been working on
the past few months, anything was possible, even a glitch in
the system. Although that was highly unlikely.
"Cybersex, huh? Sure."
