A Girl Outta Time (closed)

[Ritapita]

A Girl Outta Time

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"HUD on," Jules Taylor whispered softly as she withdrew her weapon from its holster. The implants in her brain activated to produce a heads up display before her eyes. The HUD wasn't actually there, of course, but was only in her brain: none of her partners in crime could see it. She whispered, "Infrared."

"We good?" an older man asked from nearby. She studied the infrared signatures of the security team members guarding the prize, then nodded to her boss. The man activated the mike on his helmet and ordered, "Move in. Remember: feel free to kill'em all, but don't shoot the device. We don't get paid if it's got a hole in it."

With military precision, they approached, breached, and took the building. From the first explosions that took the three doors off their hinges to the last gunshot that dropped a guard to the ground, less than 25 seconds had passed.

"Check in!" the team leader called over his radio. Each of the invaders reported clear, after which the man reached out to Jules with a simple, "Jay?"

Jules checked her HUD, found no guards moving, and reported back, "We're clear!"

Then, her HUD went crazy with energy alerts that didn't immediately make sense to her. Then, too late, she realized the problem. She hollered, "It's on! It's activated! The son of a bitch activa--"



Jules's next conscious thought was of laying flat at her back, looking up at a clear blue sky. A 737 MAX passed low overhead, roaring as it approached the runway which was less than a mile away. Jules's eyes widened with shock. Such aircraft had been built in the earliest years of the century and hadn't filled the sky since maybe the 2080s.

She struggled to her feet, disoriented. Looking around, her eyes widened even further with shock as she began to accept the unacceptable. She recognized some landmarks from the distant past but couldn't find any of the newer structures that should have been accompanying the older ones on the cityscape.

She spun at a sound behind her, reaching for her sidearm only to find her holster empty. She looked about for her weapon but, not finding it, looked to the man who was emerging from the woods on the walking trail she'd awoken on. She looked him over, noting the period clothing he wore.

"Where am I?" she asked. Then, not realizing how stupid it might sound, she asked, "What's the date?"

 

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From the tree line a man appeared. He was tall and lean with spidery arms and legs and a deep tan. His hair was long and pulled back shocking midnight locks tied with a leather thong. The clothing he wore was simple a t shirt with seed logo that said MEO and a pair of rugged jeans. Hiking boots completed the outfit.

"Uh what?" The man said his intense blue eyes sweeping over her.

"What do you mean the date?"

Isaac Newland studied the woman and her strange outfit. As didn't look like a hiker enjoying the nature trail! Instead reminding him of a babe from a science fiction movie. Was she military perhaps? Displaced in a training exercise?

"It's October" he said deciding to humor her "October 23rd"

 

[Ritapita]

"What year?" Jules asked without hesitation.
S he immediately realized how insane that had to make her sound, but then how else was she to know just how far back that damn device had sent her? She chuckled lightly, then realizing that she was still teetering just a bit from her disorientation, explained, "Sorry, I, uh, I slipped and hit my head. Jogging. Don't sound myself probably."

She turned to search the cityscape again, looking for landmarked that would more accurately pin point the date. The Conners International tower was there, built 2010, Jules thought she remembered. But, the ExCor Complex, built in 2022, was missing. So, 2010 to 2022. Close enough for horse shoes and atom bombs, she thought.

 

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She mentioned hitting her head and concern flickered through Isaac. Husband hand dropped down to his smart phone ready to provide her medical assistance. Worry colored his blue eyes turning them dark as he purses his lips.

"The years 2017" he said nervously providing more information "maybe I should call an ambulance? Get you some medical assistance?"

 

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Jules murmured more to herself than to him, "2017, huh?"

She turned to look at the cityscape again, finding some more landmarks. Seems right, she thought to herself. When she realized that the man had asked her whether or not she needed medical attention, she just shook her head at him.

Jules looked to the man again, seeing how he was studying her. She glanced down at her body, then back up at him. She smiled. What the hell's going through his head right now? she wondered. Her uniform was like something no one in this time had ever seen, except maybe in science fiction motion pictures and television series.

"I, um, I was going to a costume party," she lied. She searched her memory for that one word, then clarified, "Cosplay."

Jules looked out at the city one more time, wondering what the hell she was supposed to do now. She turned back to him, looking him up and down for a moment.

"I could use a ride," she said with a flirtatious smile. She turned her body slightly, better presenting the incredible curves that her uniform accentuated. "Don't suppose...?"

 

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She said she didn't need anybody medical attention which caused Isaac to gape arbitrary her ever so slightly. Didn't need medical attention?! She was asking him a few seconds ago what year it was!

He startled when she turned her body and flirted with him. His eyes flickered down looking at the picture of he and his fiancé Veronica. Veronica would hate him being alone such a beautiful woman but surely she would understand? After all he couldn't leave the girl alone out here!

"I can give you a ride" he finally said putting his phone away "I think we should still go to the hospital or something though!"

He pointed at a parking lot and began to make his way towards it. While they walked a few more planes roared overhead. The roaringly made talking pointless so Isaac focused instead on showing her where to go and thinking out the situation. Ultimately he decided he would get her to the hospital and have her checked out.

"Here we are" he said pointing to a Range Rover in the middle of a parking lot "that's my ride!"

 

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“Range Rover,” she mused, giving him a knowing smile. “I have one of these.”

Of course, Jules didn't tell him that her model could be driven down the concrete highways that he was familiar with as well as flown on the low altitude, Level 1, freeway-like Airways that were pretty much what science fiction writers had been promising drivers since even the late 19th century.

When he insisted once again that she seek medical help, Jules reassured him that she was just perfectly fine.

“I'll prove it to you,” she said. She casually turned her face away from him as if taking in the view beyond the passenger window and murmured, “HUD on. Major historical facts, year 2017.”

Jules's heads up display activated once again, presenting a visual rundown of key local, national, and international historical facts.

“Donald Trump is the President of the United States, and while North Korea continues to test fire missiles and nuclear weapons, the country hasn't been nuked into a sheet of radioactive glass, yet”, Jules said after turning to look at him again. “An accomplice to the Las Vegas concert massacre was arrested three days ago right here in San Francisco but was killed during an escape attempt this morning. And yesterday, the San Francisco Bay Area experienced a magnitude 3.2 earthquake, which isn't very big, particularly for San Francisco.”

She gave him a moment to contemplate her evidence of being sound of mind and body, then smiled and turned away to verbally deactivate her HUD. She reached a fingertip up to where the left and right collars of her suit met and pressed lightly as she murmured the word zipper. Running her finger downward quickly to just between her bountiful breasts, the front of her suit unzipped down enough to reveal some of her impressive cleavage. Of course, unzip wasn’t entirely accurate, as the suit wasn't held together with the mechanical zipper that he would have been familiar with. It was actually 120 tiny electromagnetic snaps that held together with great strength.

“I need to get out of this suit and take a shower,” she said, turning to look out the windows again. She wondered whether he was ogling her bosom as she looked out at the city and said with a bit of a suggestive tone, beautiful, isn't it?

 

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She began to recount current events with such confidence that is protest fell short. He still thought that there was something wrong but didn't push it. He didn't know her not well enough to insists she get medical attention.

Instead he nodded pulling out of the parking lot and onto the highway. He pressed his foot down on the rovers gas pedal giving the powerful automobile a nudge as it raced down the highway. He felt the car purr under his hands and glanced at her. His eyes widened as he noticed her undoing the body suit. His tongue flicked out before he could stop himself running along his bottom lip.

"Uh yes it is" he said his voice cracking slightly before he hurriedly cleared it.

"So where am I taking you?" He asked raising an eyebrow "do you have a home or something? You mentioned a car. Are you parked nearby?"

 

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"Oh, no, it's not here, not in the city," Jules said. "I, um..."

She tried to recall a couple of names for ride share companies, then said, "I have been using ShareRide."

Jules didn't realize that the company wouldn't start business here for another three years, but before he could question her about it she turned a bit more toward him.

"I'm sorry, my name is Jules," she said, sticking a hand out toward him. "Not the family kind of jewels, but the Verne kind. Mom was a big sci-fi fan."

She let him introduce himself, then said, "This is going to sound, well, strange maybe. Definitely inappropriate. But I, um, I don't really have anywhere to go. I told you about the Cosplay. What I didn't tell you was that the guy I was going with, to the party I mean, he sort of, well, he abandoned me."

She shrugged her shoulders, asking, "Whatcha gonna do, right? Anyway, I have no place to stay. I have no money. I'm not from around here. And I have no one to call for help. So, I'm kinda screwed. Do they still say that, screwed?"

She gave him a glance that was all to flirtatious and suggestive, finishing, "Maybe you could take me home with you? I promise, I don't bite.'

 

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She explained her story giving him more information and causing him to relax further. She still seemed a bit strange but at least it made sense why he found her alone in the woods. Cosplayers were an eclectic bunch though so it wasn't entirely outside of the realm of possibilities that she was one. Either way he felt with her felt with her enough that he was willing to help her out.

"Uh sure" he said tapping the go home button on his gps. The Range Rover beeped seconds later giving him the route back home. He turned on the road following it and beginning the journey back home. The ten minute ride passed in relative silence only broken apart the few times e asked her something.

Eventually he pulled up at a relatively small apartment that was converted from a one story house. He took her around the side and for his keys in opening the door to reread a small living room slash kitchen.

"It's small" he said softly trying not to sound apologetic.

"Showers in there" he explained pointing "my girlfriend err I mean my fiancé should have some toiletries in there"

 

[Ritapita]

The ride through the Bay Area suburb was one of the most interesting events of Jules's life. And that was saying a lot for a woman who had spent the majority of her teens living and hustling on the street, before joining Corporate Security Forces, Inc., which had so generously given her the high tech implants that she had more recently been using to enhance her criminal activities.

It was just amazing how different San Francisco and its surrounding neighborhoods were compared to her own time 90 years in the future. The people, the places, the culture, the noise, and even the smells made Jules feel as if she'd stepped into a different world rather than a different time.

Isaac eventually pulled the car up to a house and indicated that he lived in a portion of it. Once through the door he told her, "It's small."

Jewels smiled and chuckled, saying with humor, "Compared to what? My last place was half this size, and I shared it with 5 people."

"Showers in there" he said, pointing toward a door. "My girlfriend err I mean my fiancé should have some toiletries in there."

As Jewels sauntered slowly towards the door she shot him a flirtatious look and asked, fiance, not girlfriend anymore, huh? Must be a recent change if you're still making that mistake?"

She stopped just inside the bathroom, took the door handle with one hand, reached a fingertip up to the electromagnetic zipper again, and with a spoken word and a downward swiped finger, unzip the front of it clear to the belt holding her equipment around her waist. The lapels opened wide, enough to just barely show the darker, inner edges of her areolas. Jules knew that it was inappropriate, but she just wanted to see what Isaac's reaction would be.

"So what would the fiance think about having me here?" she asked as she smiled broadly and slowly close the door, not waiting for his reply.

 

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"Uh yeah it is" Isaac said blushing at her causal retrospective about his slip up.

"I got engaged a few months ago" he explained movin into his living room and sitting down. He didn't know why he was sharing but supposed it had to do with his own nerves. He knew after all that Veronica would blow a gasket if she saw the vomumptous girl in the apartment. He thanked god she was currently at a fundraising event with her parents and not liable to bath in on them.

He stiffened at her question and cleared his threat in a rushed manner.

"She'd uh be fine about it" he said lying

 

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Jules couldn't help but giggle to herself once she'd closed the door. She shouldn't have done that to Isaac. It was mean and so inappropriate, particularly after he'd made it clear that he was a taken man. But Jules loved to flirt. And she was good at it. It wasn't just that she had the kind of body most mean dreamed of putting their hands on and their dicks into. It was her whole flirtatious personality and desire to make men stiffen for her.

But seriously, she needed to tone it down and contemplate on her situation. Somehow, that device her team had been about to steal had activated and sent Jules 90 years into the past. What was she supposed to do now? She needed to get back to 2107, but how? She didn't even know how she'd gotten here.

Jules spent a good five minutes getting out of her uniform. It was an involved procedure, involving traditional and electromagnetic zippers, buckles, de-tensioners, expanders, pull zips, HUD interlock decouplers, battery power capacitor shunts, and more. When she was finally out of the suit and stripped of her ankle to neck body stocking, sports bra, and thong panties, she felt as if she'd shed fifty pounds and walked through the gates of heaven.

She turned on the water and waited for the hot water to make the trek from the downstairs hot water heater. Isaac had been correct about their being soaps, shampoos, and the like. Jules read the backs of the half dozen bottles to figure out what each of the items did. Showering in the 22nd century was so much easier: the shower booths dispensed the disinfectant soap, soap remover, shampoo, and skin softeners one at a time to take care of the shower taker's need. All one had to do was stand there with arms up.

Jules used all of the hot water, standing there for a lengthy time to enjoy the sensation of the cascading water. When she was done and dried, she found one of the fiancée's tee shirts on a hanger on a wall hook and donned it. The other woman obviously didn't have Jule's dramatic bosum as the tee shirt wrapped her Double D's like a second skin, highlighting her ever-hard nipples; and the pair of boxers she found, that certainly belonged to her host, fit just as deliciously to her full ass and wide hips.

She exited the bathroom, still drying her long, damp auburn hair with a towel, saying with obvious delight, "Goodness, Isaac, that felt so good! I haven't had a shower like that in years. You should have joined me."

She headed to the window, looking down onto the street before turning and asking, "So Isaac. What do you do for fun around here?

 

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He heard her moving around in his room and did his best not to imagine her in a state of undress. It was easier said then done given the way she flirted with him previously. The idea of a woman flirting with him so openly was a bit of a forgien concept to the young tech genius. Veronica wasn't the type to flirt more like make demands and direct the events before her. The engagement for instance was more her decision than his.

"Oh stop it" he murmured to himself shaking his head " you love her you wanted it to!"

Why did he sound so unconvinced even to himself?

The door opened and he jumped up. With a shake of his pointed chin he dismissed the thoughts putting his focus instead on her.

And immediately Regretted it

His eyes practically popped out of his head at her outfit. Desire flashed in his blue pools sparking with intensity for a few minutes as he blushed. His eyes tracked her as she moved across the room watching her the entire time.

"Fun?" He said his voice husky and causing his blush to deeper. He hurriedly cleared his throats before containing.

"Don't you want to get back to your home?" He asked "or get your information do you even have any cash?"

 

[Ritapita]

(OOC: I made a mistake. Jules shouldn't have to audibly activate her HUD. She should be able to simply turn it on and off and even have it activate automatically when it detects potential danger.)

Jules unlocked a pair of windows and pushed them out allowing the cool afternoon air to sweep in over her still shower-warm body. With her back to Isaac, her tightly wrapped, full, curvy ass was on display. She felt the breeze swell her already obvious nipples and turned to reveal them to her host. With just a thought, Jules activated her HUD and caused it to focus specifically on Isaac's physical reactions: heart beat, respiration, pupil dilation, neurohormone production, and more. Most women given such power probably would have felt they were being horrifically and inappropriately intrusive. But Jules only analyzed the date before and smirked, happy with the result.

"I sorta lied to you, Isaac," Jules confessed before turning to begin a slow pace about the apartment. "Well, maybe not sort of."

As she moved in a big circle that would ultimately bring her back to stand just before Isaac, Jules picked up one item after another, examining them before setting them back down, never in the place from which they'd come. Some of them she knew from her professional education or personal interest in history, while others were as foreign to her as had been a tube in the bathroom labeled Fluoride Toothpaste. Oh, it's 2017, she'd thought to herself after remembering that universal vaccination against tartar buildup and tooth decay hadn't begun until the mid-2030s.

"I don't have a home," she began as she meandered. "I was living with a guy. Just a guy, not a boyfriend or fiancée, like you have, or anything like that. We were just fucking is all."

She peeked over at Isaac again for his reaction before returning to her survey of his things. "But, things didn't work out. He kicked me out, so, I've been sorta bouncing about. Sorta'n eight ball, bouncing about the rails. You know billiards, right? Balls, and sticks, and holes."

Jules's lips spread in a devilish smirk as she wondered whether her innuendo had been too direct or too vague. She was waiting for his reaction, when her head's up display gave Jules an unexpected and unwanted warning. She backed up a step, searching about her with a hint of panic. Finding a button up shirt tossed over the back of a ratty old couch, she snatched it up, turned away from Isaac, and donned it as the front door opened.

Veronica's gaze fell upon the sexy woman dressing in her fiancée's apartment, and her entire body exploded in a fiery rage of jealousy. But, always the calm type, she simply waited until Isaac realized she was there and smiled politely.

"Hey Zac," she said, using the nicknamed she'd coined for him without ever concerning herself about whether or not he liked it. She tried to contain the emotion burning within her as she asked with a bubbly tone, "Who's your friend?"

She strode into the apartment, leaving the door wide open. Reaching Isaac, the much shorter Veronica stood on the toes of her designer heels to kiss her fiancée on the cheek as she whispered, "Why is she wearing my shirt? And your boxers?"

 

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Isaac stiffened when she revealed she lied again. Who was this girl? And could he even trust anything out of her mouth? The entire situation felt weird and had since he ran across her. Even now as she revealed the "truth" he couldn't help but suspect it was a lie. He was almost sure there was more to the story. Some thing she wasn't telling him for reasons he didn't know.

She was moving towards him continuing to talk about pool of all thing! He backed up slightly a little wary of her now that the double lie was revealed. For the first time he wondered if he shouldn't not have brought her to his home....

And if he was in danger

The things got even better! The door burst open and Veronica came in. Isaac froze his face morphing from wary to a deer in the head lights look. He watched her as she moved in kissing her back and just waiting for his fiancé to blow up.

"I was hiking today and she needed help" he said quickly "she was hurt and kicked out so I brought her back so she could call some one and get a shower in. I swear babe nothing happened!"

 

[Ritapita]

Jules had known that her presence here was likely to be short lived: Isaac had a fiancée, and as sensual, erotic, and flirtatious as she was being, Jules probably wasn't going to get anything more from Isaac than a shower, sandwich, and maybe bus fare. But as she'd been wandering about the apartment, her HUD had been active and analyzing the items laid out on his desk and work table, as well as on the monitors of his multiple computers and tablets. And she found herself intrigued by what he was doing.

No fiancée was going to get in the way of Jules learning more about what Isaac was doing.

"Oh, you must be Veronica!" Jules said with excitement as she crossed toward the other woman. "Isaac was telling me all about you on the ride over. You have a good man here. He saved me from being raped, I'm sure of it! It was simply heroic!"

She stepped right up to the shorter, more petite woman and took her into her arms, hugging her tightly. She pulled back, met the other woman's eyes, and continued with her horrific tale of how she'd been accosted in Golden Gate Park by three men in broad daylight.

"I was so lucky he was passing by when he did," she continued. She glanced down to Isaac's over shirt, then back up to Veronica. "Isaac told me that maybe you would loan me some clothes. I'll bring'em back, of course. I just can't return home to my boyfriend in torn, muddy clothes. He's got kind of a temper, and he'll be out in Golden Gate Park every day for the next year beating up any man who even looks sideways at a women."

Her HUD was active and again studying emotional reactions, this time Veronica's. A one word analysis appeared low in Jules's vision: Uncertain.

"Can I return this to you later," she asked Isaac, tugging at the lapel of his shirt. Jules looked to Veronica again, asking, "Is there any chance maybe you have a pair of sweat bottoms, maybe a skirt?"

Jules's HUD had been correct in its analysis of Veronica's emotions: she hadn't initially believed a word Jules was telling her, but the story was so convincing. And there had recently been some attacks in the Park, particularly against women. But she'd never known Isaac to be the hero type. Then again, maybe he simply hadn't had the opportunity to show the manly man side of himself before.

"Sure," Veronica murmured. "I have something you can wear."

She gave her fiancée a look that included a raised eye brow before heading off toward Isaac's bedroom. Isaac's bedroom. Veronica stayed here a couple of nights a week, but she didn't officially live here. How could anyone live here, in this apartment, in this neighborhood? She had a very livable condo downtown, 1100 square feet of elegance that looked down on the Bay from the 12th floor. She'd tried to talk Isaac into moving in with her, but he was attached to this place. Something about the atmosphere being perfect for his work or some other shit like that.

Honestly, Veronica wasn't entirely convinced that Isaac wanted to marry her, to marry anyone, not just her. He had all of these things he wanted to accomplish, things that the tech-challenged Veronica didn't understand in the least. She loved to hear him talk of his work, and she often urged him to talk about it when she dragged him out on the town. Her social circles varied from the opera and country club types to the jazz and modern art types.

In addition to accommodating Veronica in her social activities, Isaac had also accommodated her here in his cave. He'd given up half of his closet and three of the four drawers in the bathroom, as well as bought her a six drawer dresser and bureau with a mirror, which she had very easily and quickly filled. But for this shapely hussy in the other room with her future husband, Veronica went to an old suitcase on the floor of his closet. It was filled with clothes intended for Goodwill, and from it Veronica pulled an old ratty pair of sweat bottoms. Holding them up before her, she smiled, thinking this'll hide that fat ass of yours, slut.

Out in the living room, Jules had watched Veronica head into the bedroom out of sight, then turned to Isaac, smiling knowingly.

"I don't think she likes me, Zac," she said softly. She held a hand up in a stop gesture, telling him, "Don't worry, I won't fuck up what ever it is you got going with her. I'll be going. Course, I won't get very far without any money."

She mimicked Veronica's earlier raised eye brow gesture and smirked.

 

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Isaac breathed a sigh of relief when Veronica went to get her a pair of pants. The young tech genius was completely oblivious to the looks the two were giving or the subtle emotions. Half of iasaacs genius rested in his ability to remain halfway detached from the outside world. While the two girls were feeling each other out he was thinking about complex equations and his latest project. He didn't come out of his thoughts until the strange new girl said something to him.

"That's just her" Isaac said with a wave of his hands "seriously don't worry about it"

He heads her coming back and hurriedly pulled out his wallet.

"Here" he said handing her a few crumpled bills "I don't have much but it should help you I'm not sure what the truth is to your story but I hope whatever's is going on it isn't dangerous"

 

[Ritapita]

"Hey, c'mon," she said, donning a big smile. "Do I look like the kind of girl who likes danger?"

"Will these work?" Veronica asked as she returned to the living room, dangling a pair of sweats before her. Jules took them and thanked the other woman. Veronica had no intention of letting Jules near her bedroom and the bed she shared often with Isaac so she nodded toward the bathroom, saying, "You can change in there."

"Thanks, I appreciate this, both of you," Jules said, glancing between the two before heading off for the bathroom without another word.

Once the other woman was behind the closed door, Veronica shot Isaac a harsh look. She asked softly, "What's she doing here, Zac? And don't tell me some story about a rape in the park."

 

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"What other story would I tell you?" Isaac asked raising an eyebrow.

Truthfully he didn't believe the story either. Yet gen didn't have another one to give her and doubted any other story would appease Veronica.

"I told you exactly what happened" he shot back not liking being called a lair.

"If you think we hooked up or something we didn't" he said going over to his workbench and fiddling with some pieces.

"I went hiking as I usually do when faced with a big problem and found her" he said recounting the events "and she gave me the same story she gave you"

 

[Ritapita]

As soon as she'd closed the bathroom door, Jules sent a mental order to her HUD. A combination infrared/microwave vision of the room beyond the bathroom wall appeared before Jules's eyes. It wasn't like looking through glass or even dirty glass, but she was able to see the happy couple as well as the general shape of the furniture and windows beyond. Even better, though, she altered her audio settings to enable her to listen in on their conversation.

She wasn't surprised by what she heard, but she smiled and almost chuckled when she heard Isaac say, "If you think we hooked up or something we didn't."

She understand what he meant, even though that particular reference for having sex was no longer used in the future. As she continued to listen, she recalled her own ogles of Isaac's fit body and imagined for a moment what it might feel like to be straddling him, cock deep inside her, as she rocked herself to multiple orgasms.

Oh well, too bad. More cocks out there that aren't already the property of a prissy little bitch, Jules thought as she listened to the woman with whom Isaac was already hooking up. She smiled, then chuckled, recalling another one of this era's descriptive phrases about intercourse: bumping uglies. Believe it not, that one was still being used in Jules's time.

She deactivated her HUD, stripped to the skin, and redressed again in a combination of her own items and the loaner clothes. She donned her thong, skipped the bra, then slipped into her body stocking. Hugging her from the base of her neck to the top of her ankles, Jules's needed the stocking to recharge the implants that gave her seemingly superhero capabilities. The simple act of moving converted some of her expended kinetic energy into an electric charge that traveled through the suit to charge a raisin sized power cell implanted under the skin of her chest above her right breast. It wasn't as efficient or fast as the charging systems she usually used, but of course they wouldn't be invented for almost 60 years. She donned Isaac's button up and Veronica's sweat pants, but when she looked at her boots Jules laughed.

She found a large beach towel, spread it upon the bathroom floor, and began to gather the remaining portions of her uniform upon it. But there was just no way to assemble it all in such a way. Packaging a Corporate Security Forces uniform wasn't like packing a suitcase for a weekend at the beach. The bullet and shock proof body shielding didn't exactly fold flat like a tee shirt or pair of pants. She found some reusable cloth shopping bags on a shelf in the corner and began stuffing her things in them. It took three of them to ensure that Veronica would not see them. Isaac had bought the story about them being a Cosplay uniform, but Jules wasn't sure what Veronica would think.

She headed out and found the two still talking quietly, obviously about the sexy stranger Isaac had brought home with him from the park as if a lost kitten. She thanked the pair of them quickly and headed out without a lot of fanfare. Jules hesitated in the hall, wondering whether or not she should have tried to get more from Isaac, be it information, cash, or other valuables. But no, Veronica would have been a road block to that, so, no, it was time to leave.

 

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"Well there's you go!" Isaac said cutting Veronica off before she could say any thing more.

"She's gone" Isaac said waving his hands "so drop it okay? Unless you really think I slept with her. Do you?"

She starred at him in response for several minutes before finally sighing.

"No" she said sighing "just... don't do that again! She could have killed you or taped you!"

"If you say so" Isaac said dismissively. Without another word he turned back to the electronics on the table. He went back to work nodding and chatting with Veronica as he contemplated the problem on his desk and the other girl.

The one he couldn't quite get out of his head.

THREE DAYS LATER

"I hope your presentation is ready"

Isaac nodded glancing up from his computer and his device. He glanced over at the tech judges trying to gauge their overall feelings on him and his device. Unfortunately reading people wasn't his strong suit and their blanks faces told him no secrets.

"Well I hope you brought your A game Isaac" the lead judge said as the others tuned.

"Thank you" he said nodding his head as the judges left. He sighed and turned back to his work nervously picking at the black sweater stretched across his frame.

 

[Ritapita]

"Well I hope you brought your A game, Isaac," a female voice said with a tone mocking that of the judge. When the competitor turned, he found Jules striking a pose to show off her new dress, smiling as she asked, "Like it? You bought it."

Isaac had only given her a 20 and a 10, which obviously hadn't been the $640 she'd spent on the dress, not the $195 she'd spent on the heels and $92 she'd invested in the bracelets and earrings simply because the sales lady had told her she needed something called bling.

She turned slowly all the way around, stopping for a moment to ensure that Isaac got to ogle her ass while her head continued around to see if he was in fact appreciating the view. When she was again facing him, Jules walked up close enough for her new perfume to wash over him, then kissed him on the cheek.

"I'd like to take you out for a drink after your little competition, Isaac," she said softly. She glance beyond him to left and right, then asked about his fiancée, "Is Roni here?"

 

[EroticLiteracy]

Isaac liked to think he was pretty prepared for the curveballs life could throw at a person. In a competition like this especially he did his best to prepare himself for things such as a computer issue or his device hit a glitch. What he DIDNT expect was to see Jules there decked out to the nines and having equipped herself with expensive clothing and jewels.

He wasn't expecting that at all

She turned slowly giving him ample time to see all of her assets showcased in the dress. For the first time in weeks he felt his brain switch from logic and tech to male testosterone. His cock throbbed in his simple jeans as she completed her turn and moved into his orbit. His nostrils flared a secret gen smelled her scented her and her perfume.

"What are you doing here Jules?" Isaac asked his voice huskies than gen attended.

"She's away with her parents" he said a bit quicker than he should have "I'm not sure she would be okay with getting a drink though plus I'm competing today."

 

[Ritapita]

Jules smiled a bit wider at the news that Veronica was out of town. That meant Isaac was all hers for the night. Of course, Isaac very quickly pointed out the obvious, that his fiancée wouldn't appreciate him spending time with the goddess from unknown parts.

"Tell me about your thing there," Jules said, slinking past Isaac with a hand lightly caressing over his forearm. "I know a little bit about tech. I might even understand what it is. Hell, I might even be able to help you improve it. There's a little more to me than just what this dress is showing off, you know."

She looked back at Isaac with a flirtatious smile, curling a finger at him in invitation to follow to the table upon which was his entry.

"If I do understand, though, and if I can help you," she said turning and taking the last couple of steps backward as she looked him up and down, "You have to have dinner with me. And don't worry, it's on me. I still owe you for the Park."