It's been 7 months since I made my debut in Night City.

Rain fell at sundown, the criminals came out of their pits, the police tried to contain them and the corpos got richer. You get the idea, nothing's different. Well, not quite. I've changed.

 

 

 

Let's just say that my career in the corporate world was... brought to an unexpected close. A false start. That was a month ago. Since then, I've been living in this dingy motel, with barely enough to make ends meet in Night City.

 

 

 

I turned into a mercenary. A labor force open to whoever had the biggest pile of Eurodollars to offer. Not the life I had wished for or wanted, but I didn't have much choice now, since Arasaka had stripped me dry. I couldn't even buy my way out of Night City, that's how miserable I was, stuck here in this narrow, overheated motel room.

 

 

 

Yup, my newest style. Short hair, boyish cut, auburn color. I looked younger, that was a plus. My early retirement forced me to keep a low profile and thus alter my appearance a bit, until I was totally out of the corpo game.

 

 

 

I laid on the bed, scrolling through the few contacts I had left on my phone. No messages, no jobs, nothing. Just another evening hanging around this miserable dump, watching silly clips or porn...

 

 

 

But I didn't feel like it. Since I've got some free time to spare, why don't I tell you what happened with Arasaka? I'm already pissed off even though I haven't said anything yet, that's how frustrated I am with the topic. With hindsight, corpos really are scumbags. Even amongst themselves.

 

 

 

A month ago, I was Arasaka's top recruit. Everything came off so well, with successive promotions and board meetings. I had an audience with the counter-intelligence section director, Arthur Jenkins. Just for him, I showed up with my shirt half open. I knew he had a crush on me so I felt no shame in exploiting it.

 

 

 

"Victoria, welcome! We have urgent business to attend to, please take a seat."

Arasaka's excess: his office could fit the whole department. I remained neutral, unaware of the meeting's agenda.

 

 

 

Mr Jenkins talked about uninteresting things, Arasaka's statistics and projections. He continued his monologue until he came to the real issue, a problem to be solved:

"Now that you've got the big picture, do you understand why I'm asking for your assistance? We need to get rid of the secret operations lady."

Arthur caught my full interest.

 

 

 

"Mr. Jenkins, are you sure about this? We're not talking about small, easily-concealed schemes, but a major blow to the Arasaka corporate structure. What's in it for me?"

"That's what I like about you Victoria, you'll do anything to climb the ladder, even if you have to take shortcuts to get there faster. If it goes well, I'll be promoted and I'll be able to appoint you as my replacement here at Counter-Intelligence. What do you think? Will you remain loyal to me V?"

 

 

 

I stood up and presented myself to Arthur, revealing my fierce commitment.

"Oh Mr Jenkins... Without you, I wouldn't have risen through the ranks of Arasaka so quickly and I'm deeply thankful. Perhaps I can show you how to express my gratitude..."

"Please Victoria, we can do this another time."

 

 

 

I sat down on the coffee table and began to arouse him with my golden stiletto heel, gently rubbing his crotch.

"Come on, Mr Jenkins, you can spare me a little time, I can feel you're not entirely unfazed by my charms! Or would you like me to stop? You're my boss and I must obey..."

He tried to hold himself back before letting his desires run free:

"Take off your shoes and shirt and get down on your knees."

 

 

 

"Satisfied? I bow down to you, Director Jenkins!"

"Mmh, I didn't know you were that loyal Victoria, I'm so glad! Perhaps you could come a little closer for me to get a better look at your breasts."

"Your wishes are my command, sir."

 

 

 

I knelt on Arthur's lap, displaying my topless body up close.

"Oh lord... They're so gorgeous! Perfectly organic, right?"

"Indeed, I like them as such. Most of my body is natural, with minimal cybernetic implants. Please avoid any tickling, I'm rather sensitive."

"I won't, I promise. What's next, Victoria?"

 

 

 

I slid onto the lounge seat, still making foreplay with the executive.

"Come on, Arthur, you can't stay so tight in your suit. You should take it off. Do it and I'll remove my pants. What do you think? Imagine the treasure underneath..."

Mr. Jenkins hesitated, torn between his corporate job and his desire.

"Well, I guess I'll just keep dangling my feet in your face until you make up your mind."

 

 

 

Arthur gave in and stripped naked, his bestial nature taking over. All he wanted was to embrace his urges, to fuck me in his office, to be the ruler of his domain. And to be totally honest with you, I craved it as much. A great sex that sealed my role as his partner in the crime we were about to commit.

 

 

 

After turning me on, Arthur pinned me down and took me from behind. His wild side attracted me even more and he was a sex machine. Nothing and no one could stop him from relishing his passion. I moaned until I climaxed. I loved every second of it.

 

 

 

I caught my breath and kissed him, it had been some time since I'd been so excited.

"Thank you Arthur, you were fantastic. You can count on me for the job."

 

 

 

During our lovemaking, we might not have heard the elevator doors. Susan Abernathy, head of covert operations, had stepped out and stared at us, with her two bodyguards and their guns pointed right in our faces.

"Looks like I'm killing two birds with one stone. Arthur, you're in big trouble. The council will be delighted to finally have your head on a silver platter. As for you, Victoria, your services are no longer required by Arasaka. Security, do the necessary."

 

 

 

I've been beaten, Arasaka's brain implants removed and my accounts liquidated. When the guards had finished with me, I was dumped at the public garbage disposal just outside Night City. They could have just executed me on the spot, but no, Director Abernathy wanted me to suffer, for Scavs to come and pick up my dead body and turn me into a junkie whore.

 

 

 

I struggled to wake up, my bearings all jumbled thanks to the stench of the dumpsite and the heat of a California sunset... I was miserable, like Icarus, I tried to climb up too high and my wings burned... Maybe I deserved it, maybe I was meant to. Despite everything, I stayed alive. Arthur Jenkins probably no more... And I didn't intend to give up.

 

 

 

That's it, you have the whole story now. Arasaka thought I was gone, swallowed up by Night City. But I managed to get myself out of the dump, find myself some clothes and squeeze enough eurodollars out of some low-life criminals to hole up in this cheap motel. I got in touch with a ripperdoc who came to patch me up. Without him, I wouldn't be able to talk to you.

 

 

 

I had told everything and felt free of a weight, thinking about what might happen next. Besides this new mercenary gig of mine, I only had a couple of outfits and a stolen phone. No car, no bank account, no identity. I had to leave my corpo alias behind, and Eleanor rose once again...

 

 

 

Mark my words. I don't give a fuck about how hard it will be and how long it will take, but I swear Arasaka is going to pay for this. I cheated and got caught, they cheated to dominate the corpos world and they're untouchable? Not anymore. I'll make sure I get back what's rightfully mine. Above all, I would put my name in Night City's legends: Eleanor, the girl who robbed Arasaka and lived to tell the tale. Sounds good, doesn't it?