1. The lift descending


    Date: 10/2/2014, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Alexandra_A, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    loyalty and adoration. I buttoned up my black jacket before shrugging my shoulders. 'A man. I am a man.' 'Mmm.' She carefully looked me up and down and nodded. 'It is said by some that a man without a cock is like a gun without a trigger, a thing by name only, with neither use nor purpose.' Her akimbo pose candidly accentuated her point; backlit by the morning sun, her shift became almost transparent and, as she absently transferred her weight from foot to foot, the silhouette of her distended cunt lips issued their own silent words of contempt. If she were trying to provoke me, either emotionally or physically, she failed; my delivery remained matter of fact. 'And it is said by some that aphorisms are for people who can't think for themselves. Personally, I doubt either statement is wholly true.' A nod accompanied her wry smile. I pressed home my blunt point. 'I am built for a specific purpose and, as such, am supremely fit for that purpose, have been tested to destruction countless times.' She sniffed, deflated, and her eyes lost focus, peered into another place and time. 'So am I, dear boy. And so have I.' There was silence. The lift continued its descent, its repetitive mechanical machinations filtered out by my flawlessly efficient sensory circuits. Constancy is a friend to me. Change alone is a potential enemy. Smalltalk invited the enemy on board. 'How much longer?' I stood at ease, as she, a tease, sashayed around me. 'Not long now, Ma'am.' 'Good. I hate travelling ...
    in these things. They are so...' the sweeping glance across my body was almost disdainful, 'unnatural.' 'The alternative is much more unpleasant, I assure you.' Fed-back images suddenly scorched my retinae. Battle-cries rattled my baffled memory banks. Bodies exploded. Ships disintegrated. Fire. Death. Destruction. The shock momentarily immobilised me. Though buried beneath the psychedelic clamour, her voice, thin and disembodied, brought me back to the moment. Sensors quickly re-established space and time, confirmed both my physical condition and orientation. Quickly scanning every system, I found nothing remiss, noted nothing but normality. I focussed on her face, and recognised an equal mix of fear and concern within its unsettled symmetry. Warm fingers stroked my steely bicep. 'Where were you? What did you see?' I produced an apposite smile. 'Nowhere. Here... Out... there.' I nodded to the thickening clouds beyond the transparent walls. 'The alternative is to fly, Ma'am. To fly between the platform and the Earth. Now war is over and the platform is in geostationary orbit, the cables provide a safer - shall we say - more predictable means of transport to the surface.' She quickly changed the subject. 'May I have music?' Her request surprised me. Lift music was notoriously banal. I nodded. 'Of course. Anything... in particular?' 'Yes. I had a piece uploaded yesterday, a special piece for my final journey. It should be ready to play.' The remote about my wrist served many ...
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