Menage

The ride back to the Afterlife was mostly quiet; nobody had anything to say, nor did anybody really know what to say. Kazuo Shimada wasn't some Arasaka boogeyman of legend; he was a man stripped of his humanity against his will, and he lost his mind as a result. He didn't want what the Company did to him, and they didn't really care. In a way, the crew were glad they could give him peace, but it didn't make it hurt any less, especially for Miz.

For reasons none of the crew could surmise, she had elected to bring Kazuo's cyborg body with them. She had her methods, and they usually revolved around making a not-so-delicate point to whomever was the target of her ire. The body sat lifeless between the benches. It almost didn't even look like a person at this point, just another hunk of scrap metal for the landfill. They all had to keep reminding themselves that there was a person inside there, once. 'Borg or not, Kazuo Shimada was a human being.

Miz's eyes alternated between looking out the back of the truck, and scanning Kazuo's body. Her jaw clenched to the point one might worry she'd crack a tooth under the pressure. Finally, she looked at her own hands as Ky made the turn, passing thru the brief tunnel into the Afterlife's parking lot. He barely had the truck shifted to Park before she burst out of the trunk's double doors, dragging the Ghostrunner body out and onto the ground. She wasted no time, leaving the others scratching their heads and scrambling to follow.

A stroke of luck, as it turns out, carrying a chromed corpse in plain sight is a preem trick for getting people the fuck out of your way. All of the usual suspects loitering around the exterior cleared a path and gave Miz a wide berth as she cleared the double doors and descended the stairs, the body clunking and clanging against each step. The noise alone already had Emmerick on alert, but he was even more confused at watching Miz round the corner, dragging a lifeless metal body against the ground. She stopped next to him as he arched his neck down and stared at her with wide eyes. She said nothing, but after several seconds, her eyes cut upward to him and a single eyebrow raised.

That was enough for him, his eyes flashing blue as the doors slid open. Miz continued her trek, stopping short at the middle of the open space in front of the bar. She braced her arm as she threw the metal corpse forward. It crashed against the floor, the thud reverberating even over the music. By this time of night, the crowd was in full swing, the bar and all tables and booths packed tight. Everyone stopped what they were doing, turning to observe whatever was about to transpire.

The opaque glass of V's private booth slid open, revealing a clean-cut middle-aged male in a corpo suit with persistent blue eyes. After barely a second, V's head shot around to see what was happening, her eyes widening at the sight of Miz standing next to Kazuo's body. She turned back to the man, excusing herself as she stood and left the booth. Miz stood her ground, eyes narrowed as V approached cautiously. Some of the patrons were curious and kept watching, others turning back to their drink or conversation. At last, V stood shoulder to shoulder with Miz, her back to the man with glowing eyes as she watched the rest of the crew standing in the doorway and said curtly, "Explain."

By now, Miz's eyes were locked on the man in V's booth, and he was staring right back as she replied, "Kazuo's body. Job is done."

V wasn't satisfied. She sucked her teeth as she followed up, "Since when do you drag corpses in here?"

"Since we're doing Night Corp's dirty work?", Miz answered while continuing to stare, "Why not let them have a taste of the messes they create?"

V's jaw clenched as she looked down and away. It wasn't really a secret that Mr. Blue Eyes represented some faction of the City itself. He was too well connected with too intimate of knowledge for any other logical outcome; but it didn't sting any less having it thrown back in V's face that her best crew was more or less an off-books wetworks team. She tried to come up with something to say before Miz cut her off, "Kazuo never had a choice. They forced the chrome body on him... d'you know that?"

V tried to interject, "I-I didn't. Miz, I—"

"He needed help. He didn't deserve to die", Miz spat, trying to fight back the fire inside of her as she continued, "He begged me to end it, to end his suffering. I get to live with that now."

V firmed up as she found her backbone and took her turn, "Then you did the right thing. You gave him peace where Night City had denied him for too long."

The tears returned in Miz's eyes as she finally broke her staring contest with the man in V's booth and looked away. V could sense the conflict as she wrapped her arms around Miz and pulled her close as she whispered, "I-I'm sorry for this, Miz. I truly am. I can't account for the shit we get handed..."

Miz reciprocated, bringing her arms up as she grabbed V tight and buried her face against the living legend's collarbone. They stood like this for several seconds before Miz pulled away and said, "I-I'm sorry... t-this was... inappropriate."

V smirked, admiring and respecting Miz's brass, but also her self-restraint, as she playfully chided with a nod, "Don't ever apologize for being you, babe. It's what makes you special."

Her eye's flashed blue, and Miz's HUD lit up with a transfer for the rest of the crew's pay. As Miz turned to leave, her voice trailed off, "I'd stay for a drink, but I already made a scene. Call ya soon..."

V wore a half-smile as she waved to the rest of the crew before turning and calling two huscle over to deal with the body. She turned further to meet Mr. Blue Eyes' stare, no emotion in his face. Yeah, that's 'bout right.

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[The next day - NC Devils Club, Little China, Watson]

It was a rare occasion that Miz was actually the one dragging Billy out of bed. He normally had to fight her to let go of him so he could meet Vik. Not that he minded, though; he enjoyed waking up every morning with her curled into his chest, snoring contently. By this point, he could handle his own well enough, but Vik had taken a liking to the kid over the last year, and had offered to keep training as long as Billy was willing to keep up. He of course accepted the challenge.

This morning, Miz had tagged along, desperately needing to blow off some steam. She wasn't in any worse spirits after her run-in with V at the Afterlife, but their last job was weighing heavy on her mind. It was nothing she couldn't sweat out. She kept V's words in the front of her mind; as shitty as Kazuo's lot in life was for everything he had suffered, Miz was the one to give him the peace he so desperately wanted. On top of it, the crew got away clean with no injuries, and they made some good scratch from it all. It almost sickened her to think of it in those terms, but that was the life of an edgerunner in Night City.

Miz tried to push these thoughts from her mind as she focused on the suspended bag in front of her. If it were a person, she'd almost feel bad for the abuse she'd subjected it to already. Any dust or dirt that might have covered the bag had been shaken loose from the multitude of strikes Miz had levied against it over the last hour. The canvas wrapping was mashed in on several sides, each strike reforming and reshaping it. Miz was grunting and shouting with each strike, but nobody was paying heed. Everyone in the gym was here to train, so someone going ham on a bag was nothing out of the ordinary, except for the amount of damage caused by a five-foot-four, 120-pound punk like her.

A few rows over, Vik and Billy were facing off in a ring, dancing around and wearing each other down. Vik was having trouble keeping up, his age and stamina showing, and Billy wasn't giving him any breaks. As the younger merc moved in for another attack, Vik dodged out of the way as he put his hands up and said, "Alright! Enough, kid! Let me breathe, god damnit!"

Billy eased up, losing his stance as he walked over to check on the old man. Sweat was pouring off both of them, soaking the canvas with every step. Vik was having trouble staying upright, allowing himself to fall to one knee as he gasped for air and supported himself with an arm on the ropes. There was genuine concern in Billy's face as he grabbed a bottle of RealWater and handed it over. Vik grabbed it, his hands shaky as he said, "T-thanks, kid."

He guzzled the water as quickly as he could, leading to a coughing fit as he tried to catch his breath. Billy knelt down next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder as he said, "Vik... a-are you okay?"

Vik nodded, trying to take deep breaths amid the coughs as he muscled out, "Yeah, I... I just n-need to catch my breath... give me a minute."

Billy wasn't going anywhere, squeezing gently on Vik's shoulder as he looked around for a few seconds. A few of the gym's regulars approached, one of them asking if Vik was okay. Vik being the ornery old heavyweight he was, he gave a dismissive wave of his hand as Billy nodded to them. Once he was able to pull himself together, he looked up to Billy and said between deep and steady breaths, "I-I'm gettin' too old for this shit, kid. I'm in the b-best shape of my life s-since we started training together, b-but age is definitely getting t-to me."

After a few more seconds, Vik's breathing seemed to even out and he was able to calm himself as he asked, "How's our girl doin'? I heard through the grapevine you had some harrowing shitshow of a job yesterday."

Even looking like he was about to stroke out, the old 'doc still found time to put others before himself. He jumped the gun on Billy as he said with a laugh, "Wha— Miz got your tongue?"

Billy chuckled as he patted Vik's back and said, "She's good. She's pissed about it all, but I think that's more because she sniffed out who the job was for. She doesn't like doing corpo dirty work. But all in all, I think she did the right thing. Cyberpsychosis, man, it's—"

"Yeah, ain't nothing to write home about", Vik cut him off, "But if the guy was really as bad as it was described to me, death was probably the best thing for him, all things considered."

Billy smirked as he looked over to Miz, drenched in sweat but showing no signs of stopping. His smirk shifted to a look of genuine concern before Vik called out to him, "Go check on her for me, would ya? I'm good here."

"Y-Ya sure, man?", Billy asked as Vik shoved him away and stood upright with a groan, "I'm old, kid. Not dead. Go!"

Billy shrugged his eyebrows as he stepped down from the ring and started his walk over to the bags. He looked back for a second, catching Vik leaning against the ropes and waving his hand as if to shoo Billy away, causing him to laugh quietly to himself. He casually waved to a few familiar faces along the way, head nods to a couple others. Finally, he approached Miz, her grunts and strikes growing louder as he called out, "Heya sweet-tits, come here often?"

Miz slowed her strikes before stopping, turning quickly with narrowed eyes and an annoyed look, "Fuckin' sweet-tits? Really?!"

He smiled wide as he shrugged and said, "Hey, last time I pulled you off the bag, you tried to kill me. At least now you have a reason."

He finished with a wink as Miz spat her tongue out at him before smiling with a hint of blush, "Tell Vik I'm fine, Tiger."

"Tell him yourself", Billy fired back as he pointed back to the ring. Miz stepped to the side, catching sight of Vik as she waved with a middle finger and a horrifying rictus of a smile. Vik smiled and reciprocated before changing to a thumbs up. She turned back to Billy as she sauntered toward him and said, "Guess the 'doc approves..."

Billy opened his arms as Miz fell into him with a hug as she continued, "We need to talk when we get out of here. Afterlife..."

It took a few seconds for him to catch on before his eyes widened and the blood shot away from his brain as he asked quietly, "Y-You're really serious about that?!"

Miz gave a cheeky smile as she nodded with her whole head and answered, "As long as you're okay with it."

Billy's cheeks burned, "Pretty sure my gym shorts will tell you that I'm onboard, babe."

She could feel the jump against her thigh as she glanced down briefly before biting her bottom lip, "Too bad I can't do anything about it 'til then..."

A look of disbelief was smacked on Billy's face as he shot back with puppy eyes, "Harsh!"

Miz laughed and turned toward the locker rooms as her voice trailed off, "I need you on your A-game, Tiger! I'll make the call..."

She left Billy standing by himself, and he could already feel the bricked-up ache in his gut building.

In the locker rooms, Miz peeled off her drenched sports bra and gym shorts, stepping into a shower stall as she pinged a holocall directly to V. After two rings, the living legend answered, "H-Heya, Miz!"

Miz decided to have a little fun, her cheeks already flushed as the water poured over her, "You sound surprised."

V stumbled over her words with a sigh, "I uh... look, after last night, I didn't know what to expect..."

"I was out of line", Miz conceded, wincing as the words left her mouth, "You've been good to us, and I had no right making a scene like that."

"Ah hell, I appreciate that, Miz", V had a genuine kindness in her voice, "But I don't necessarily disagree with what you did. You were right, you're not a corpo kill squad. I just didn't think any other crew would be able to handle a gig like this. Still, bad info or not, you deserve better... and you better believe I gave Blue a ration of shit for it too."

Miz smiled to herself as she looked down. A fixer that was actually on their side, hell of a thing. V continued, "Anyway, enough of that. What's up?"

For reasons she couldn't quite explain, Miz was suddenly all kinds of bashful as she tried to put her words together, "Uh... was actually wondering if... you were free to... grab a drink tonight...? Had some business I wanted to talk about."

She could almost hear the gears churning on the other side as V said, "Y-Yeah, sure! That'd be preem! Blue's making another appearance early tonight, but I should be free by 21:00... what kind of business?"

Miz saw her shot and took it, "Guess you'll just have to wait and see, babe... 21:00, it's a date!"

She dropped the call before V could respond, giggling to herself at the notion that the Living Legend of the Afterlife was probably blushing bright red and running circles in her own head to figure out what was up. She continued scrubbing herself down, her cheeks burning as she tried not to bounce off the walls at the surprise she had in store.

--

[20:45 - Afterlife, South Watson]

Miz and Billy walked hand-in-hand down Ellison Street, away from H10 and the NCART station, as they approached the intersection with Palm View Street. Neither of them had said a word in almost thirty minutes. It reminded Miz of their walk to the Red Dirt way back when, when the mere thought of Billy as her input still gave her butterflies. It didn't help that she was wearing pretty much the same outfit now as she was then; a black bandeau top fighting with all its strength to contain her ample bust and a pair of skin-tight syn-leather pants that left nothing to the imagination. She had a similar black lipstick with winged eyeliner accenting her naturally narrowed eyes, and soft red eyeshadow to top it all off.

She looked damn good, and she knew it, already having fought Billy off of her once before they'd even left the apartment. She figured getting dolled up was a nice treat for both of them, though the lipstick and eyeliner likely wouldn't last long with her appetite. She was voracious, and had been since they'd left the gym several hours prior. Even through a late breakfast date (in which they invited Vik to join them) and a walk through the Upper Markets in Japantown, Miz only had one thing on her mind.

Billy was equally insatiable, his cheeks beat red the entire ride from Japantown to Watson, and there was a light tremble to him that Miz could feel as she held his hand. He didn't clean up too bad either, she thought; as short as he kept his dirty blonde hair, he'd actually styled it quite nicely, and with some gentle nudging, he'd stopped shaving a few weeks prior, letting some solid scruff adorn his face. He broke out his own pair of syn-leather pants paired with pointed motorcycle boots, and kept it simple with a black tanktop and an even blacker edgerunners' bomber jacket. Nobody could tell if he looked ready to swing or ready to shoot. Maybe both, but only one of them was occupying his mind right now.

As they turned onto Palm View, Miz could feel the tremble almost becoming a full-on tremor as she stopped and asked, "Hey, you okay, Tiger?"

Billy smirked, trying to take a deep breath as he answered, "Y-Yeah... I'm just nervous, I guess. Never really done this before..."

"Yeah, me neither...", Miz giggled as she blushed and looked down before pulling closer to him, "But we'll feel our way through it together."

He smiled and put his arm around Miz as she continued, "Ma-a-an, V's in for one hell of surprise when she finds out..."

WHAT, Billy stopped dead in his tracks, almost lurching Miz back and causing her to stumble as he let go and said, "Whoa, wait... V doesn't know?!"

Miz put her hands together behind her back as she arched up and playfully swayed side to side with a cheeky smile, "Know about which part?"

"Wha— how many parts are there?!", Billy blurted out, causing a few passersby to turn their heads. Miz closed the gap between them as she spoke quieter, "Well... there's what he have planned... and then there's you being there..."

She could almost see Billy's brain burning lean calories to the point she thought smoke might actually rise from his ears as he asked, "So which part doesn't she know about?"

Miz stood firm, almost at attention as she nodded sternly, "Yes."

Billy's jaw nearly hit the floor as he stood with his eyes wide for several seconds. After too long, he managed to string a few words together, "...the fuck did you tell her?!"

Miz was nearly laughing at this point, "I said I had some... business... I wanted to discuss, and asked if she was free to have a drink tonight."

His eyes couldn't possibly open any wider as he asked, "So... V has no idea that you're— that we're planning on jumping her, and she doesn't know that I'm coming with you?"

Miz pulled close to Billy as she leaned up and breathed against his neck, "If you do really good like I know you can, we'll all come together, Tiger."

Her warm breath against his neck nearly sent him over the edge, feeling like his pants would tear apart at any moment from the blood rushing away from his brain. All he could do to keep from jumping out of his skin was laugh as he said, "You're trouble, y'know that?"

Miz pressed her hands against his stomach as she nipped teasingly at his neck, "You knew that... the first time I jumped you on the couch..."

Billy felt himself caving as he conceded the point, "Yeah... that one's on me... fuck."

Miz pulled away for a moment, a serious expression on her face as she looked in Billy's eyes and asked, "Do you trust me?"

Billy smiled as he cupped her face in his hands, "Always."

She nuzzled into his hands as she'd done so many times before, her face threading flashing pink as she raised her eyebrows and bit her bottom lip, "Then follow me..."

Billy's smile grew wider and he shook his head as Miz turned, grabbing his hands to lead him into the Afterlife parking lot. They both had an undeniable spring in their step, their cheeks flushed as they cleared the double doors and headed down. Emmerick's eyes narrowed, knowing by now that Miz was never this happy about anything, but that didn't stop him from waving the door open regardless as he said, "Enjoy, kids."

Miz winked at him as she passed, Billy nodding his head with a light smile. She gave a deep sigh of relief as they walked in, her plan having worked perfectly. V's booth was still closed off. Miz nearly pulled Billy off his feet as she rushed forward to the bar, Claire holding court and greeting them with a smile. Miz managed to catch her before she called out to them as she said softly, "Heya Claire... I-I need a favor."

Claire narrowed her eyes at first before leaning in to listen as Miz continued, "V's expecting me... but I need a bottle of Centzon Gold, three glasses, and access to the room in the back...?"

There was a twinkle in Claire's eyes and her cheeks flushed as she held out a closed hand. She carefully dropped an access token before cracking open a fresh bottle and setting it on the bar top next to 3 shot glasses. Miz nearly jumped over the bar as she leaned in and pecked Claire on the cheek before gathering their spoils. Claire giggled quietly as she said, "You kids have fun now..."

Miz and Billy made their way past the bar opposite of V's booth as they walked through sliding double doors to the back hallway. Miz blushed even harder as she looked to Billy, cheeks equally red as he rolled his eyes and said, "Yeah... I remember..."

A familiar walk had been made a long time ago, leading to a tryst in one of the bathrooms where Miz watched Billy rail her from behind in the mirror. They always suspected someone knew, but they sure as hell weren't going to bring it up. They made their last turn as they walked the length of the shielded glass wall; when not in use, the glass was fully transparent, but could be set to several levels of opaque depending on the sensitivity of the goings-on, or the personal preference of the guests.

At last, they were greeted with the door as Miz took her chance and waved the access token over the pad. A few seconds passed before a green light and a ding sounded, the doors sliding open. She smiled as she turned to Billy before grabbing him by the fold of his jacket and pushing him inside. She took a swig straight from the bottle before handing it to Billy as she stepped in, the doors sliding shut behind them as the glass turned to a milky white. He took his own swig before setting down the bottle and the glasses just in time for Miz to tackle him onto the couch. She crawled up to kiss him deeply, their tongues scraping against each other, as she straddled and grinded her hips against his bulge.

All the blood was gone from Billy's brain as he breathed Miz in, bringing his arms around to pull her closer. She reached under his tanktop and clawed at his stomach with a snarl, her face threading solid pink. She raised herself slightly as she looked him in the eyes and said, "Ya ready, Tiger?"

Billy snapped his teeth with a smile, and Miz pulled his shirt up before unbuttoning his pants as she kissed down his toned stomach. He reached down to guide her, his mouth watering as he watched her work.

--

[A few minutes later]

The door to V's booth slid open, Mr. Blue Eyes excusing himself as he walked briskly to the exit. As always, his face bore no emotion. It had occurred to V on more than one occasion that he might just be a really convincing robot. Unlikely, but it was a fun notion to toy around with. She lit a cigarette as she waited for a second before leaving, taking a deep drag and exhaling through her nose as she looked up and around the booth. Her heart had been pounding since earlier that morning, ever since Miz had called. She had tried to imagine every possible reason for Miz to come see her directly, and most of them were either just her fantasizing, or completely outlandish altogether... still, V was unsure in this moment that she could actually sum up the courage to face her favorite shinobi.

She finally forced herself to lean forward as she peeked out and around the door, her HUD reading 21:01. She stood to give herself full view of the interior, frowning slightly as there was no sign of Miz anywhere. Her attention was drawn to the bar as Claire sent a soft whistle her way. The cool and collected bartender nodded her head as if to say, "Get over here", to which V promptly moved.

Claire placed a single shot of Centzon on the bar as she again nodded her head towards the back of the bar and said, "She's in the back room waiting for ya, and uh... here's a little liquid courage."

V's eyes narrowed with a look of confusion at the flush in Claire's cheeks and the silly smile she was wearing. Nonetheless, V knocked back the shot as she took another drag of her cigarette and started walking. None of this was adding up, at least not to the conclusion V was playing out in her head. Miz was madly devoted to the pup, no way in hell would she ruin that. Then what gives, V thought as she passed through the double doors to the back hallway. It confused her even more that the glass walls of the room were already blurred out. She couldn't see inside, and had absolutely no idea what to expect; her heart was pounding even harder now, the tension building. She couldn't remember ever being this nervous, even before the Konpeki Plaza heist. She finished her smoke, dropping the smoldering butt into a drain in the floor as she made her mind and pressed forward. She HAD to find out what the fuck was going on.

It was less than ten paces to the doors of the room, but each falling step crashed louder in her head as she approached. She stopped short, drawing a deep breath to try and calm herself. Finally, her eyes flashed blue as the doors slid open; as soon she stepped in, her eyes went wide and she shouted, "JESUS CHRIST!"

Billy was flat on his back on one of the couches, pants pulled down to his knees as he looked upside down to her and casually waved, "Heya V."

Miz was face down/ass up, the stringy lines of her thong cutting above the low waist of her pants. Her jacket was... somewhere... the bandeau top fighting a losing battle to contain her hanging breasts. Her face was obscured by her hair before she raised her head, releasing Billy's engorged cock from her throat with a cough as her eyes rolled forward from the back of her head and her tongue shot out from her mouth, a string of saliva dribbling down and holding on as she exhaled. Her cheeks were burning red, face threading solid pink, and she panted and moaned like an animal in heat as she locked eyes with the Living Legend of the Afterlife.

V was absolutely dumbfounded, her cheeks flushed, as she placed her hands on her hips and tried to process all of it. Miz's tongue pulled back into her mouth as she reached out with a shot of tequila in her hand and said, "One chance, babe. Join in or get the fuck out."

The legendary merc looked down for several seconds before tilting her head to the side. Her eyes cut to Billy, who shrugged his eyebrows in affirmation with a smirk. She flashed her teeth with a signature smile and as she cut back to Miz. Her eyes flashed blue and the doors slid shut, the glass walls shifting to murky black and the speakers picking up the music playing out by the bar. The cold off-white overhead lights dimmed, overpowered by deep reds coming up from the floor. Miz pulled herself up to kneel on the couch and held out the shot as V approached. Within seconds, they were face to face, barely a foot apart, staring each other's eyes. Miz raised the shot as V tilted her head up and opened her mouth, the younger merc gracefully pouring the tequila, their eyes not once parting.

V swallowed the shot before grabbing Miz's face, causing some surprise. She bit her bottom lip as she admired the pretty face in her hands. She shifted her hand to cup Miz's cheek, gently sliding her thumb in an expectant mouth with trembling lips. Miz bit down with a wink before an otherworldly lust consumed V, pulling them close as their lips met. It wasn't long before V's tongue shot inside Miz's mouth, yearning to taste her. Miz grabbed Billy's cock in her hand, continuing to stroke him as her other arm wrapped around V's back and pulled her closer. Billy leaned back and closed his eyes with a satisfied moan as both women growled into each other's mouths.

V pulled away from Miz, a trail of spit hanging between their mouths as she tried to catch her breath and said, "This is a fuckin' ballsy move, y'know."

Miz smirked as Billy stood up, his cock hanging hard between them. He took a chance and wrapped his arms around both of them as he whispered in V's ear, "You don't expect an apology now, do ya?"

V's eyes narrowed as she gripped his girth with her hand, glancing down to admire it before she cut back to him, "Don't you dare go soft on me, Wonderboy."

Miz pressed her lips against Billy's neck as her hand wrapped around V's and they stroked his cock together. He leaned his head back and groaned in pleasure as his arms rubbed up and down their backs. Soon, he began to thrust his hips as he fucked their hands. He worked his own hands up slowly to each of their shoulders as he gently pressed down. Both women took the hint, dropping to their knees on the floor in front of him as they looked up with eyes full of fire. He smiled as Miz and V turned to face each other, parting their lips along either side of his shaft as he continued thrusting. Their tongues met in the middle as they soaked his cock in their spit, each moaning for more of him. Miz gently cupped his balls in her hand and massaged them, causing him to contract with a light yelp. Her eyes smiled as she looked up to meet his.

V worked her mouth further down until her tongue was almost wrapped around his throbbing head. Miz backed away as Billy turned himself towards V, and she stretched her mouth open to take all of him inside. She forced herself to the base as her throat bulged, and she lightly choked before pulling away with a cough and a trail of spit hanging like a bridge. Her tongue shot out of her mouth as she looked up to see Billy with a devilish smile on his face. It all made sense now, and she was just as much of a frenzied mess as Miz. She climbed up onto the table in front of him, perching herself on all fours as she begged for him to come closer. He happily obliged, teasing her tongue as she tried to lick and lap the tip before she wrapped her lips around him and worked her head back and forth. It didn't take long before Billy grabbed her head with both hands as he fucked her mouth, spit mixing with tears as gags mixed with cries of pleasure.

Not one to feel left out, Miz crossed the table and dropped to her knees behind V, reaching around and undoing her leather pants before slowly pulling them down. V was completely soaked, the evidence of her arousal running down her trembling legs as Miz's mouth began to water. She looked up the long line of V's back to meet Billy's eyes, and he admired the pink glow from her face illuminating V's heart-shaped ass in this position. They smiled to one another before Miz gently pressed her lips against one of V's cheeks, then the other. She grasped them with both hands and squeezed together, enjoying the natural jiggle as she played with them for several seconds before pulling them apart; she ran her tongue between the flesh of V's ass, tasting every bit as she worked up. The light press of her tongue against V's twitching hole was enough to send the latter over the edge as her eyes shot wide open and her moans shifted into a panicked and questioning grunt. She wanted to look back and protest, but she was so entranced by Billy's cock stuffing her throat that she resigned herself to whatever fate they held. Miz giggled, enjoying the reaction of the tightly puckered hole before she focused her attention elsewhere, gently spreading V's lips apart and pressing her tongue inside.

V's eyes went wide again as a load but muffled moan rose from deep inside of her, and her eyes rolled back into her head. Miz still had a tight grip on her cheeks, squeezing them against her own face she tasted and smelled all of the older merc with a growl. Her tongue continued working inside, the juices mixing with spit running down her chin as V arched her back and grinded against Miz's face. Billy gave them a helping hand as he reached across V's back, grabbing Miz by the hair and pressing her further in. They all moaned together in beautiful harmony.

After another minute of this symphony, V closed her eyes as she pulled back, releasing Billy's cock from her throat as she gasped for air. She looked up to him before looking back to Miz as she tried to catch her breath and said, "Well... I can't have... all the fun..."

She stood up and scooted back from the table, Miz a step ahead of her and undoing her own pants. V took over, pulling them down to reveal a perfect pair of round and golden-brown cheeks jiggling as Miz swayed her hips from side to side with a cheeky smile. V gave a heavy slap to one cheek, causing a ripple as Miz moaned before their lips met again. Billy stroked himself with a smile as he watched both women enjoying each other. V slid in behind, shifting so Miz was facing Billy straight-on, and they continued exploring each other's bodies. The older merc had Billy's output in a precarious position; she nibbled at the collarbone and grabbed a breast from behind with one hand as she pressed two fingers inside with the other, leaving Miz entirely helpless as she whimpered for more, trying to rip off her bandeau top as her pants fell to the floor. She kicked them away as V helped her with the top before throwing it somewhere in the room.

Miz turned, fully naked, to face V as she started tearing at the latter's clothes, frantic to feel their bodies pressed against each other. V pulled her Samurai tanktop over her head, revealing her breasts as Miz buried her face between them and breathed in deep. V smiled as she cradled the younger merc's head and pressed her deeper with a moan. It wasn't long before Miz nibbled at the ample flesh and sucked on her hardened nipples, causing V to yelp as she bit her own knuckle. When Miz had her fill, she worked her way down the body, teasing the stomach with her lips as she sat on the table and looked up expectantly. V pressed a single finger against her forehead as she fell onto her back, her head soon hanging over the edge of the table. Billy wasted no time in readying himself as Miz rubbed her own breasts and shot her tongue out with a moan and a breathy, "Please, Tiger..."

V dropped to her knees as she admired Miz splayed out on the table, her body writhing and begging for all of it. She spread Miz's legs wide before wrapping her arms around them and burying her face between with a hungry growl. It had been far too long since she tasted something this delicious, and she wanted all of it as she pressed her tongue deep inside. Miz tried to cry out before Billy slid himself into her open mouth, muffling any noises that might arise. She felt her throat bulging again, and with V's tongue inside of her, it was ecstasy in orders of magnitude. She reached around Billy's legs with her arms to pull him closer and deeper as she pressed V's head further in with her feet. Her body slithered from side to side on the table covered in their collective juices as her moans turned feral. V and Billy both reached forward, their fingers intertwining as they groped Miz's breasts and teased her nipples. Her cheeks burned and she cried out in pleasure as she choked on Billy's girth before coming in V's face.

Proud of her talented tongue, V climbed onto the table on all fours, resting herself comfortably in a missionary position on top of Miz. Billy removed his cock from her mouth, leaving her pouting and trying to follow it with her tongue as V held her in place. They looked in each other's eyes, their faces painted in the fruit of their labor, before they kissed again. Miz wrapped her legs around V's waist as she reached up and stroked Billy's cock with both hands. V braced herself with one arm as she reached down with the other and pressed two fingers inside Miz again, her thumb rubbing frantically against the younger merc's clit. Miz moaned deep into V's mouth as she brought her arms down and wrapped them around the legend's back, her nails digging in deep, eliciting a growl mixed with a devilish laugh.

V looked up to Billy before spitting on his cock as she said, "Get in here, kid."

Billy obliged, sliding himself between them as they both worked opposite sides of his shaft once again. As V continued her work downstairs, she drooled over the top of Billy's cock as her tongue fought to wrap around it. The spit worked its way down, Miz lapping it up as her tongue undulated against the veiny underside. She wouldn't be outdone as she reached down with her own hand and challenged V at her own game. Their moans grew louder together as they pleasured one another. Finally, V fought around Billy's cock as she locked lips with Miz once again and they exploded into each other's mouths with bliss, both of them producing a squirt and leaving the other's hand soaked.

V chuckled as her entire body convulsed, her mouth still pressed against Miz's. Once Miz had regained her own faculties, she looked up to Billy with a smile as she asked, "Whaddaya think, babe? We made him wait long enough?"

V smirked as she rolled over on the table, pulling Miz into a cowgirl position on top of her as she answered, "I think he's earned it."

Miz's eyes were locked with Billy's as she said, "Go on, Tiger. Pick your hole."

V pulled Miz's face to her as they kissed again while Billy crossed to the other side of the table. He felt even harder at seeing both of them soaking wet and ripe for the taking. Their holes were winking and ready as V chided, "...the fuck are you waitin' for, Wonderboy?"

Billy took his position behind them as he pressed a finger inside V and rubbed her clit before pressing the tip against Miz's wet lips. He leaned forward and placed his hand on Miz's back as he gently slid himself inside. She moaned in satisfaction at feeling him before he slowly pulled out to the tip. He had a devious smile as he suddenly pressed himself back inside to the base, eliciting a cry from Miz as her tongue shot out, V catching it with her own.

Billy thrusted in and out of Miz, watching her push back against him as her asshole twitched. He couldn't resist the temptation as he soaked the thumb on his cybernetic arm in spit and reached down, pressing it gently inside. Miz's eyes shot wide open as she shouted, "F-Fuck, Billy!", and pulled forward. He followed up by placing two fingers inside of her, reaching around with his other hand to rub her sweet spot. V growled at being left alone before she felt Billy's girth resting against her stomach. She reach down to feel it throb in her hand as she guided him inside and said, "You better fuck that pussy hard, merc."

Billy continued fingering both of Miz's holes as she screamed for more while he pressed and pulled in and out of V. There was no tender build-up for the Living Legend, she'd sealed her fate. Before long, Billy was pounding away without mercy as she and Miz cried into each other's mouths.

Miz couldn't take it anymore, not feeling Billy's body against hers, and she sat up and leaned back as she craned her neck to kiss him. He carefully removed his fingers and thumb as he caressed her body while V watched with his cock inside of her. He pulled out before shifting and sliding himself back inside Miz, then back out and inside V; he kept this up for the next several minutes, taking turns on each of them. V wrapped her arms around Miz's neck to hold herself up as she played with the latter's breasts, teasing and nibbling on her nipples and flesh.

Billy's moans finally grew louder as he pulled out and away, surprising both of his partners that he had lasted this long. Their minds were in sync as they both sat up and turned to face him. V sat behind Miz, wrapping her up and resting her head on the younger merc's shoulder as they both looked up to Billy with their tongues out, pleading for their reward. He found some otherworldly confidence as he smiled to both of them and said, "C'mon, girls. Earn it."

Almost as if under a trance, they both reached out, wrapping their hands around Billy's cock and stroking together, using their free hands to finger each other. His moans continued, and soon shifted into, "Oh fuck, OH FUCK!"

Their collective cries mixed together, the intensity climbing, until each of them came all at once, together. Billy exploded with a yell as his pulsing cock produced stream after stream of white, covering Miz's and V's faces and bosoms in its warmth. Once Billy had finished thoroughly painting the both of them, V brought her hands around as she felt up and down Miz's body, spreading the hot cum over soft and warm flesh. They turned to one another, their tongues meeting and tasting each other's faces before sharing a long, breathless, sloppy kiss. As their lips parted, a trail of mixed spit and cum hanging between, they both looked to Billy with wide eyes and smiles. He smiled back as he nearly collapsed into the glass behind him. He was lightheaded and barely coherent. They were all three in a similar state of giggly post-coital bliss, Miz and V standing to help guide Billy to the couch. As he crashed backwards into it, both of the women took their seats on either side as they melted into him. He brought his arms up and wrapped around them, pulling them close as they all shared a sigh of equal parts exasperation and ecstasy.

As Miz's sensibilities returned, she looked around at the room and the unholy mess they'd made before she blushed. V picked up on it, chuckling as she pinged a holocall to Claire, "Hey... we're going to need some towels..."

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