CYBERPUNK 2077 - PANAM QoS - WIP

(An anon comm I'm working on - contains themes of interracial and Queen of Spade stuff)

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Night City had a long history - and so did Panam. 

At 33, she lived longer than she ever expected to, and in those 33 years, she lived a life and a half - some lives were better left behind. See, Panam had a secret, one that Mitch, Scorpion, and not even V knew about. 

Night City was unforgiving to the unprepared, the scarred. She arrived young and wide-eyed, which turned into friendless and desperate in a flash. Panam was accustomed to community with her nomadic upbringing, so it was almost inevitable that she fell in with a gang; the Hell’s Hoodlums - an off shoot of the Voodoo boys, or rather their rejects and undesirables who were exiled or washed out. But this gang didn’t slang drugs, dope or date - they had a more specific product they spread throughout the city.

The gnarliest, filthiest, BBC XBDs money could buy. 

Typically, they’d get runaways and druggies to feature in their XBDs, but when Panam stumbled into their clubhouse one day, asking if they had any work - well they had a new star on their hands. 

Perhaps it was her desperation, perhaps it was something deeper within her, but Panam took to the lifestyle like a duck to water. She was certainly more a presence than the runaways and druggies; Panam had quite the body; wide hips and a fat ass, and tits that made every shirt she ever wore fit like a small, Panam was a dream for degenerate BBC lovers, and her more subtle Cyberware made her look Al natural. It was a dream for her as well, a haze, one she got lost in. A flurry of sex, drugs and money, black cocks as far as the eye could see. Perhaps she didn’t know what love was, but she was without a doubt addicted to the lifestyle; tossed around the room, bent over any and all surface, fucked until she couldn’t walk, one cock, two, three, more - all caught in glorious 8k. She was world-famous without a soul knowing who she was for real. When she was on the street, she was just another big titted, fat assed girl who got cat called and groped as she walked by. But in the bedroom, in front of the camera, she was Madame P - Queen of Spades.  

But it couldn’t last, of course it couldn’t. She was young then, dumb, just going with what felt good, rebellious. She was blind to the problems behind the scenes, she was just there to get her face pushed into the mattress - she didn’t know about the conflicts over money, heat from the authorities - her eyes were blissfully closed and unaware. 

Things came to ahead when one of the actors shot another, over 200 eddies no less. That woke Panam up a bit.

That was years ago now, half a life ago. Things were different - she had V now, and they were making real change to the city, to the world. That was what was really important, what really mattered. Right?

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“You sure about this guy, V?”

Panam was always cautious about the jobs she took, something that she thought V needed more of after everything. They were in Heywood, at a small highrise heading up to their potential client’s office.

“I’m as sure as I’m gonna be.” V responded. “This is a square job.”

“I’ve heard that before.” Panam sighed.

“No, really.” V insisted. “I looked into this guy. Derek Vincent. He is in the business of superconductors, and from all accounts, he’s straight as an arrow. Doesn’t work with gangs or smugglers for shipping or distribution, doesn’t cut under the table deals; he even sources his minerals for the conductors ethically.”

Panam gave him an incredulous arched eyebrow.

“Well, more ethically than his competition. Point is, this is a good gig.”

“V, I know you know the saying if things are too good to be true-”

“Yeah, well if I believed that, I probably wouldn’t have you.”

Panam rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help but smile.

“14th floor.” The elevator dinged. The doors slip open, and the pair walked into a pristine lobby office; Panam felt like she was at a pediatrician. There was a secretary at a desk, blonde, pretty, with her make-up done up, and hair in a bun. She eyed the grungy looking pair.

“Security?” She asked simply.

“Yes indeed.” V chirped. The secretary touched her temple, and she spoke, “Mr. Vincent, the help is here? Alright. Okay.” She hung up, and addressed the pair, “He’ll see you now, straight back and to the right.”

V and Panam followed the directions, walking until they reached a glass office. On the other side, a portly looking black man, looking to be in his late forties, sat at a desk, in front of several computers. He had a goatee, and a bald head; he dressed modestly in a white button-up shirt and slacks, complete with a tie, and on his face, he had a pair of thick rimmed glasses. He also didn’t look to have any immediately apparent cybernetics. V looked at Panam, amused, and mouthed “Square.”

Derrek saw them, and waved them in. 

“You must be the infamous V.” Derrek said with a broad smile. His eyes flicked to Panam, and an eyebrow ticked up. “And you are-”

“Panam.” She said, folding her arms over her chest. “V’s equally infamous partner.”

“I meant no offense.” Derrek said, raising his hands. “I just didn’t know I was getting a two for one deal. Please, have a seat.”

“Rather stand.” Panam said.

“Tough act. Good, I’ll need that.”

“It ain't an act.” Panam bit out.

“Pan-” V warned mildly.

“Once again, no offense, I just meant - Oh I really am no good at this.” Derrek said, sounding flustered.

“What is THIS, exactly?” V questioned. “You put out an ad for alot of Eddies looking for protection. A little offense, but you don’t exactly strike me as a guy who is worth the trouble of giving a hard time.”

“I wish that were true.” Derrek sighed, leaning back in his chair. “I pride myself on my work ethic, and my integrity. This city - well, I’m sure you know as well as anyone; someone’s always looking for a handout, a bribe, a shortcut, something to snatch from someone else.”

“Besides you?” Panam asked derisively

“Percisely.” Derrek said, either not picking up or ignoring Panam’s tone. “I work hard, don’t cause any trouble - I’m comfortable, and business is good, but like I said, there’s always someone trying to snatch it away. Damn Voodoo Boys. Shame they treat their own people like this.”

“You Haitian?” V questioned.

“By the way of my mother.” Derrek responded. “Me and her came when I was still young, before the hurricanes got really bad. Our father was supposed to join us when he got some things settled on the island - he never made it.”

“We know quite a few Voodoo Boys. Bothering legit Haitian businessmen ain't really their M.O.” V stated.

“I know. Seems a few in their ranks are unwieldy, rouge” Dereek explained They stole a shipment of Superconductors coming from a factory I work with; meant for all over, hospitals, nuclear reactors, cell phones - while the Voodoo boys don’t cosign their actions-”

“Leadership doesn’t feel the need to step in.” Panam finished for him.

“Bingo.”

“So where do WE come in?” V asked. “Want us to steal it back for ya?”

“No, no. It’s important I do it myself. I just need you guys to escort me to a meeting I’ve set up.”

“Why yourself?” V asked. “You have to be worth millions.”

“Tens of millions.” Derrek corrected. “But it's the principle of the matter. I never passed the buck before, not going to do it now.”

“You gonna buy back your own shit?” Panam asked.

“No. I’m going to ask them to give it back.”

Panam and V stared at him.

“I’m very persuasive.” He added after a moment.

“You’re out of your mind.” Panam laughed. “You don’t exactly give off ‘intimidating.’

“That’s why you two will be there, though I hope to not have to intimidate anyone.”

V and Panam looked at each other. V gave a shrug.

“When we leaving?” Panam asked.

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“This is a bad idea.” Panam said.

“Probably.” V agreed. 

“You two don’t exactly inspire confidence.” Derrek commented. They were driving to the meeting location, by the docks, between a row of warehouses; a great place they could all get murdered and dumped into the ocean.

“If you wanted confidence, you should’ve hired a motivational speaker.” Panam remarked. “You’ll have to make due with us.”

“Game faces. We’re here.” V said. They parked a bit a ways from the warehouses, so they had time to strategize. “Alright, what do you think Panam?”

“Think this is a bad idea.”

“Besides that.”

“Well, you know the Voodoo Boys, so they’re probably rolling deep, deep as they can at least - you give the area a scan?”

The Cyberware in V’s eyes flashed - he could scan for other Cybers within a hundred yard radius, “Eight from my initial count, maybe more if they have heat suppressing tech.”

“Then we better get eyes up top.” Panam suggested.

“I’ll pop the trunk.” V said with a smile.

“What’s in the trunk?” Derrek asked, but V and Panam were already getting out the car. When he opened his door and stepped out, V was at the trunk, pulling a heavy duty sniper rifle from the back.

“Jesus, will we need that?” Derrek asked.

“Better to have it and not need it-” V said. He looked around for a moment. “Alright, I’ll get on a rooftop and keep eyes on you. If Derrek ain't as persuasive as he thinks, I’ll rain down the lead; we just gotta get eyes on the shipment first.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Panam nodded. She looked to Derrek, “Objections?”

“You two are the experts” he said.

“Glad you understand, now, lets go.”

V went off his own way to get atop the warehouses, while Derrek and Panam walked together. They walked to the meeting location, between houses 5b and 6a, far from the more bustling areas of the district, by design. They walked until they were under a walkway, where they met their first Voodoo boys, sentries. 

“Hol’ there now.” One with dreads that went down to his shoulders, said, hand on his pistol. “What business you ave ere?”

“I’m Derrek Vincent.” Derrek said.

“Ah, you the kare.” The other said, a skinny bald one with one cyber eye. “We been waiting on you.”

“Then let's get this done.” Panam insisted.

“Pa tèlman vit,” The dreaded one said, smiling with gold fronts. “Pat down, we need to search for blammers.”

Panam indicated to the gun plainly on her hip.

“Don’ know what else you could be hidin’” The Voodoo Boy said. “Could ave’ some real nasty shit - but we’ll be taking that too.”

“Is all this really necessary?” Derrek huffed.  

“Deathly.” The bald one stressed.

“I-”

“It’s fine.” Panam said, cutting Derrek off, she had figured something like this would happen, which was all the better that V was off with his sniper. Panam took her weapon belt off, and handed it to the bald one. She took the moment look toward the rooftops; even with his Kiroshi optics, they were in a purposeful blind spot - he wouldn’t be able to see them until they got where they were going. So that meant playing along, and listening.

“Okay, now pat down.” The dread head stated, smiling the whole while. “Bautista, you check him, I’ll handle her.”

“Why you get to handle her while I get fat man?”

“Because you owe me 1500 eddies.”

The bald Voodoo Boy cursed something in French, and frowned, but didn’t argue. He went to Derrek, who held out his arms. H gave him a quick but sufficient pat down. Panam’s however-

The dreaded Voodoo boy smiled lecherously, standing directly inf front of Panam.

“Jacket off.” He said. 

Panam, of course, knew that wasn’t necessary, but did so, shrugging off her jacket and handing it to the Voodoo Boy. She was in her typical olive, off shoulder leotard; it was hot, so she forwent a bra, which meant her breasts sat free and heavy and her nipples were visible through her top - she wasn’t at all shy about it.

“Hands behind yer head.” He instructed. Panam fought the urge to roll her eyes, but did as instructed. This…was a regular occurrence for Panam in her line of work, looking as she did. She was subject to very thorough searches from gangbangers, security, cops - it wasn’t something you got used to, but something you stopped complaining about after the 7th time. V never had to deal with it, nor did he know what she had to put up with; it was better that way.

Still grinning, the Voodoo boy moved behind Panam, kicking her feet apart so that they were slightly more than shoulder width apart. Then, he squatted down, beginning his hands up to run them up Panam’s calves. Her pants were tight, leaving little to the imagination and certainly no room for weapons, but she remained silent as the Voodoo boy tracked his large hands up from her calves to her shapely thighs. He took a few moments to give her less some ample squeezes, tracking his hands inside and outside his thighs, ghosting the outline of her pussy through her jeans. When he had enough fun with that, he brought his hands up to her thick ass, taking two large handfuls, squeezing and kneading. The other Voodoo boy watched in interest and jealousy as his comrade molested Panam under the guise of security. Derrek watched as well, a queer look on his face. Panam was more inconvenienced than outrage by the groping - they were supposed to be working, not having her ass jiggled and bounced, but she simply endured, looking back over her shoulder to watch the Hatian play with her ass in her low sitting jeans.

“Almost done back there?” She asked, sounding put upon.

“Just bein secure.” The Voodoo boy laughed, jiggling the two handful of cheeks, fingers sinking into the ass flesh. He kept it up for another half minute before giving her right ass cheek a resounding slap, before standing. He took a hold of the bottom of Panam’s leotard, the part that sunk below her jeans, and pulled it up, wedging between her thick ass cheeks, pulling it, so her ass jostled up and down a bit, before letting go. Great, now she had to deal with a wedgie through the rest of this “Now, the front.”

He moved in front of her, starting at her pelt, losing his hands around her waist and her front, before tracing his hands up her firm stomach, until he reached her tits. Like her ass, he took two hand fulls of her tits, groping and shaking them about, as if he was expecting candy to fall out. She held smoldering eye contact with him the whole time, as if to say, “I will not be abated by your antics.” but he just enjoyed them as fuck me eyes while he played with her tits. He ran his thumbs over her nipples, and Panam was just BARELY able to mask a tremble - they were always sensitive.

He kept the groping up for several minutes, before finally removing his hands. Just like her ass, he gave her right tit a slap before departing 

“Alright, no time for a FULL cavity search.” He remarked slyly. “Just one more place to look - open your mouth.”

Panam sighed, and opened her mouth. 

“Wider.”

Panam opened her mouth wide, to the limits of where her jaw would go, laying her tongue over her bottom lip.

“Come on, you can do better than that.”

Panam, to her chagrin, knew what the man wanted, Taking her hands from behind her head, and brought them to her mouth, hooking her index and middle fingers into her cheeks, and pulling them apart until they were stretched as far as they could go; her tongue flopped out her mouth and she gave an extended “aaaaaaaa” as if she was at a doctor’s. She knew she looked ridiculous, but this wasn’t the first time she’d done it.

“Very good.” The Voodoo boy laughed as he pushed two thick fingers into the back of her mouth with one hand, and held her head in place with the others. His “search” amounted to finger fucking her mouth for half a minute, tickling the back of her throat, besides a slight gag, Panam almost looked unaffected. 

Fully entertained, the Voodoo boy pulled his fingers from her mouth, and wiped them on her shirt. Like her ass and tits, he gave her cheek a pat, though gentler. Panam frowned - she’d remember that,

“Alright, yer clean.” He smirked. “Follow us.”

Panam took her jacket, and put it back on. She looked at Derrek, who was staring at her. “Not a word” She mouthed. Derrek zipped his lips with his fingers-

(TBC)