Blue Root

CHAPTER TWO

Had the regular mens corner always been this far back? Brad passed the formal corner, the electronics corner, the plush corner, the toy corner, the underwear corner. Where the hell were the business suits? The other three mens corners only had sportswear and shoes. This was the exact reason he usually did his shopping online. No confusion, just keywords and a few clicks.

Over a mannequin wearing a loud impressionist floral dress and an even louder hat, he spotted a rack of business suits. Finally.

But there was no one there. He busied himself by looking through the racks for something close to his size, but he didn’t have much luck. Any suit on the rack would need modding to fit his shoulders properly anyway. Wasn’t that always the story?

After exhausting the selections and seeing no salesperson, he edged closer to the counter. The Blue Root display beckoned, presenting both male and female units. Apparently, those things were getting pretty popular.

His controller vibrated, nearly freaking him out of his pants.

>>I detect another Blue Root in the vicinity
<<Would you like to connect?

Would I like to connect? To what? He looked around the corner, no one there behind the counter, no one shopping. Was the display trying to hook up with him?

Hmmm… Not a bad idea. Maybe it could show him a thing or two, give him some good tips.

He touched yes and waited for the stimulators to start up, but instead, the controller vibrated again.

>>Would you like to join the program already in progress?

Well, there’s a new one. He glanced at the display and pressed <em>yes</em> on his controller.

Wowza! His stimulators went wild. The controller never even asked if he wanted to run a readiness program. He ended up leaning against the counter while what felt like lightning bolts shot through his cock and sack.

He shook to one side, trying to keep up with all the activity. Every move and sway it made, he met and retaliated with equal excitement. It was like fireworks were shooting off in his pants and he struggled to remain upright, grasping the edge of the counter as his Blue Root surged with action.

Brad was hooked. And seriously thinking about getting several accessories for this thing–or would that be his thing?

Whatever or whoever was on the other side of this gadget knew what he liked. Not bad for a low-option display model. Did it learn as it experienced? The Blue Root must have impressive intelligence programming.

Luckily, the store was empty. He flailed about, gripping the counter to keep from falling over as the Blue Root gyrated his member.

And then everything stopped.

Just plain stopped.

Brad looked around the store. Then down at the bulge in his pants. Then around the store again. He wanted to reach down and smack the stimulator, but this place was too public. Why the hell did it stop? He tried to calm his breathing while scrutinizing his controller and then the display. Dammit.

>>I hope you enjoyed Quick Quasar with your partner

>>If you liked Quick Quasar, you might like these other programs:

>>Fast Fiddling
<<Instant In&Out
>>Speedy Spooge
<<Swift Swordfight

Some partner. What real partner would leave him hanging like that?

>>><<<

That was strange.

Jeuley’d set her Blue Root for a quick program and when she was about two strokes from paradise, her controller had vibrated. She’d furiously smacked at it to let her finish and the program went random, jumping up a notch, making her quake toward the side of her chair. Its last quasars had sent her over the edge so hard she chomped down on her lip to keep from crying out and completely obliterating her cover. She already had an interesting collection of demerits and certainly didn’t need any more–especially one for toy-assisted masturbation.

Luckily, only a quiet whimper had escaped her throat. Damn. This had to be her best–or at least most interesting–experience yet. Once the program went random, it was almost like another unit had joined in somehow–one that knew or at least learned quickly that there was a nice little tender spot off to the side that liked a lot of attention. After only two days with the Blue Root, she was absolutely hooked.

While regaining her breath, she looked at her controller to see if it had anything to say about that weird break in the action.

>>I hope you enjoyed Quick Quasar with your partner

A partner?

Wouldn’t that mean someone had crossed up with her? How rude. What pervert would intrude like that?

Dismissing the toy, she stood up, shook herself back together and ran a hand through her hair. The nerve of people these days…

Ready to face the pervert and maybe even give him a piece of her mind, Jeuley emerged from the stock room. But instead of encountering some crazed sexual deviant, the only man in sight had broad shoulders, trimmed brown hair and wore a plum button-down dress shirt…and he was shaking the female Blue Root display model.

She approached him warily. “Can I help you with something, sir?”

He shifted his gaze to her. Wow. His eyes were a gorgeous deep brown with golden flecks. Okay, so not all perverts looked like the fat dumpy guys who insisted she measure them by hand with a tape.

The handsome, but somewhat flustered-looking stranger dropped the Blue Root display model. Retrieving it from the floor, he cleared his throat before speaking in a rich tenor voice. “Yes, actually. I…ummm…need a suit. I looked through all the racks, but I guess I need one modded.”

So, he didn’t have the decency to own up to barging in. Damn. Obviously low on the politeness scale. What a shame. Although the reddening of his cheeks sure rated nicely on the cuteness scale.

“Okay, come over to the measurer.” If he wasn’t going to admit crossing up, neither would she. Leading him to the other end of the counter, she pointed toward the yellow square on the floor.

Standing in it, he readjusted his pants. Yeah, I’ll bet you need to readjust, you creep. Then again, that was a mighty bulge he had there…

The measurer receiver beeped, reminding Jeuley that despite her pussy’s desire to explore the man further, she still had a job to do–no matter how badly she wanted to dust off her tape and measure him by hand. Physically, he was reasonably hot, but dammit, why did he have to be a perv?

“When do you need this?” Jeuley asked.

“I have to get something today.”

“Big date?”

“No. Big speech. Tomorrow at the Media Delivery Summit Awards Ceremony. Sadly, I can’t get away with wearing last year’s suit.”

Media delivery…not just a pervert, a geek, too…double-double loser…can’t he just be handsome and not a perverted geek? Please?

He stepped off the measurer and surveyed the sales floor. One of the racks beeped and lifted a gray suit.

Wasting no time, she entered her code on the lock and plucked the suit from the hook. Later, she could let her Blue Root erase his perverted geekiness while her mind’s eye focused on his sexiness.

“Okay, I’ll have this modded for you. Let me ring you through. It’ll be ready tonight.” Wait a second, Jeuls. When did geeks start looking good again? No matter how hot?

Allowing zero second thoughts on the matter, Jeuley brought the suit to the counter and grabbed her sales tablet. Case closed. Geeks held zip, zero, zilch interest.

“That’s great. Thank you so much.” A smile lit up his face all the way to his sparkling eyes. Jeuley cursed herself, her Blue Root, and mostly him for being a sexual deviant. Taking the sales tablet from her, he left his prints. “I’ll swipe my purchase card when I come to pick up, okay?”

“Sure, no problem. I’ll see you in about four hours, then.” She took the tablet. Why am I really, really looking forward to seeing you again?

“Great.” As he turned and walked away, she couldn’t draw her gaze from him. Those wide shoulders tapering down to a firm round ass partially disguised through khaki pants. She sighed and shook her head. Damn. What a waste.

As she lifted the suit, her Blue Root controller vibrated. “What the hell do you want?”

>>The Blue Root
<<Featuring Skintite technology

>>Fully upgradeable
<<Purchase extra stimulator patches today!

Nice. Those damn marketing messages still hadn’t disappeared. She shook her head in disgust as she pressed the off area. Gripping the suit a little tighter, she walked into her stock room and powered up the mod machine. As she raised and hung the suit on the main guide, her attention caught on the Blue Root controller again. If the toy really was fully upgradeable, there was no reason she couldn’t upgrade the damn marketing messages right out of it.

While the machine worked its magic, she set about a little magic of her own with her personal tablet and hacker’s determination.