Suited for Love - Ch. 02

Tomie paced around in the elevator, cursing its lethargic pace. She was sure it was going slower than ever before, just to fuck with her when she needed speed more than ever before. She watched out of the corner of her eye the little numbers going down, desperately hoping they wouldn't stop at another floor. But she knew they would. They always did, especially at times like these. With dread, she saw the number stop, felt the lift slow, and heard the little ping of the doors that could only mean trouble.

Stepping back into the corner with her fists balled at her sides, she watched the doors slide open, then kept her head down. Three men stepped in, bustling each other in the way buddies do when they're playing a game nobody else knows the rules to. Immediately their sights were set on Tomie, and as the doors closed they crowded around her.

"Hey bitch, where you off to?" said the first, his long hair parted to either side like an oily mop, "You're not an Odd, are you?

Odd was one of the derogatory terms used for anyone who wasn't a normie. Anyone born or bred to be different, like Tomie.

The second laughed just like the asshole he seemed to be, not even trying to hide he was more interested in Tomie's tits than her eyes. "Can't you tell, bro? She's a labourer, she's not an Odd. And if I'm right, she won't have any problem with us checking, will she?"

The third stepped close, and by the look on his hairless face Tomie could tell he was used to having his way with women, and didn't mind making it hurt, "Yeah," he breathed, and his voice smelled like shit, "We're gonna have to check you, pretty girl. Unless you don't want us to?" His hands fell heavy on Tomie's chest, and started to pull open her work onesie.

Over the years, Tomie had become a pro at going unnoticed. She'd purposefully cultivated a terrible posture: shoulders hunched forward and head sagging; knees and hips bent; arms curled in towards her belly. She kept her hair matted and ragged from her long shifts in the tubes. Her clothes were perpetually stained. Her skin coated in grime. She wanted to be small, to not be seen. But, no matter how much she tortured her appearance, Tomie couldn't change the fact that she was, in the end, neither small, nor ugly, nor weak.

Tomie's hands shot out to either side and latched onto the sorry excuse for dicks that Mop-head and Ass-laugh had no doubt treasured until that moment, and squeezed. At the same time, her knee popped into Naked-face's dick, and as he bent forward her forehead crunched against his face, showering her onesie in blood.

Naked-face was already out-cold on the floor, strangely twitching. But Mop-head and Ass-laugh were squealing like pigs at slaughter. For an instant Tomie tried to see how high she could get their voices as she twisted their dicks in her fists. But the little numbers were near the bottom, and the elevator was slowing, so Tomie clenched her fists tight until they both crumpled to the floor, drooling and hissing between their teeth.

As soon as the doors opened, Tomie shot out. There were other people there, waiting to get in, but everyone was too taken by the sight of the three men on the floor to stop her. Before anyone could turn to see her, she'd already disappeared.

Tomie had always loved fucking up assholes. For as long as she could remember, there'd been people trying to take advantage of her, to abuse her, to have their way with her. But that time, she'd been lucky. Only three dickwads in a small space, that was nothing for Tomie. But out on the streets, mobs were on the hunt. If she got spotted, they'd fall on her like piranhas. No matter how many she'd take out, they'd get her in the end.

Without a pause, she slid into the flowing crowd as though it were freezing water. Her breath caught, and she had to force herself not to panic. In the press and push of people, Tomie could only hope nobody'd feel her anxiety and mark her as prey. More than anything, she hoped nobody would press up against her and feel the bulge of her dick along her belly. If any of them knew what she was... well, she'd be dead, but not fast, and not nice. Depending on the mob, she could easily imagine hours, days... whatever they needed until they were ready to get rid of her. She'd had friends that had wound up like that, barely recognizable when they'd finally be found.

Don't stick out was her motto, her saving grace. If she had a god it was one of anonymity, and she considered herself blessed to be one of the Odds lucky enough to have traits that weren't obviously visible. She had the advantage of not being known, not being seen, as long as she was careful.

Tomie ducked into a train, the same one she took to get to work in the tubes, and was relieved to see a bunch of other weary labourers hulked together in the back. She slipped in amongst them, grateful they were too tired to give her a second look, but careful to face a wall so none would feel her bulge.

The train sped on, and Tomie glimpsed the scenes of chaos blossoming through the city. As she'd feared, agents of F.I.R.E. had been deployed with full arsenal, and Tomie paled and trembled in apprehension as the train slowed for the next station. Already, agents were grabbing people and tossing them into their wagons. Two agents were dragging an elf away, and as someone tried to help the elf another agent knocked them down and shot a "non-lethal" round point blank.

Tomie turned away, horrified by what she saw. She could only hope no agents would board the train, but just as the doors were closing, a short agent pushed their way in and stood there, glaring at the passengers. And just for a moment, before Tomie could turn away, the agent's gaze fell on hers, and started making their way towards her.

Tomie gritted her teeth and kicked herself for being so stupid. She knew better to lock eyes! Why had she looked at that agent for so long?

Too fast, the agent was upon her, and she felt their hand grab at her shoulder. But, just as she was readying her elbow to serve out her anger and make a run for it, the agent whispered, "Tomie! It's me!"

Tomie knew that voice, but how could it be? She turned, completely dumb struck, to see a pair of friendly eyes gleaming out from between the mask and cap.

"Wha- Alex? What the hell are you-?" stuttered Tomie, completely taken aback.

"Shhh!" admonished Alex, looking around, "What are you doing out here? Don't you know what's going on? Where are you going?"

Tomie looked Alex up and down, still shocked to see them dressed like this. There was no way Alex had become a F.I.R.E. agent, it was just impossible. Alex was another regular at the Spread Eagle, an Odd-friendly dive.

Tomie sputtered an answer, listening to herself speak. She hadn't even really realized where she'd been headed until she said it. "I'm going to Block B. I have to get to the others." In a way, it made sense to go to Block B, even if it was like walking right into the fire. Almost all the odds she knew lived there, since it was a housing complex specifically made for them. And, if they were going to be hunted down, they might as well make their stand together.

But as she said it, Alex's face paled, and a chill ran down Tomie's spine.

"Oh, no, Tomie... haven't you heard?" said Alex, delicately, "Block B... it isn't there anymore. It's gone Alex. They're all gone. They say nobody made it out."

The news hit Tomie like when she'd fallen down the tubes and the safety cable had yanked her harness so hard she'd lost her breath. She stumbled back onto the wall, and Alex moved to steady her.

Alex's face was close to hers, and they spoke in a hurried whisper, trembling, hot on Tomie's cheek. "Listen, Tomie, I think I have a plan, a way out. There's a ship, offworld, set for the 'roids. A load of fresh hands for the mining crews. I can get us on, if you follow me and do exactly what I say. But we gotta hurry. And if it works, it won't be easy out there. It's tough offworld, Tomie."

Tomie's mind raced. Everyone was dead, and if they weren't, they were probably about to be, or off hiding somewhere. If she lingered, tried to find them, she be no better off. And there was the echo of a dream, of adventure, of leaving the world and exploring space.

Tomie slowly looked up into Alex's bright hazel eyes. They were so close, and Alex was pressed against Tomie. She could smell Alex's breath through their mask, and all of a sudden, Tomie didn't feel so alone. Here was another person like her, another Odd. Together, just maybe, they had a chance.

"Ok, I'll do it," intoned Tomie, and at once Alex's arms were wrapped around her.

Tomie stiffened. Slowly Alex moved back, her gaze falling down to Tomie's belly, where the bulge of her dick was pulsing uncontrollably. Alex flushed, and as Tomie watched, Alex's hand reached forward and lay on the shape of Tomie's dick.

Tomie's mind was blank. All of a sudden, despite the shit show that was her life, and the loss of almost everyone and everything she'd ever known, not to mention the high likelihood of her impending doom, Tomie wanted nothing more than to rip open her onesie and let her dick out for Alex to touch.

"I- I'm sorry," stuttered Alex, "I knew you were... one of these. But still, I hadn't imagined you'd be so... so-" Alex's eyes met Tomie's again, and Tomie noticed the light freckles on the bridge of their nose, and that unmistakable haziness of arousal in their eyes. "Tomie," whispered Alex, "I can smell you."

Oh shit. This was bad. Tomie knew she had this effect on some people, or maybe all people, especially when she was really turned on. People could smell her pheromones, the need for sex wafting off her. This was one of the reasons she needed to keep herself to a strict routine of masturbation. She had to cum just enough to avoid getting too riled up, just enough to hold herself off for another day.

Now, both of Alex's hands moved in awe along the stiff shape of Tomie's dick. Tomie glanced at the other passengers, suddenly remembering they weren't alone. People had definitely noticed something strange was going on, and that unmistakable air of arousal was drifting over the exhausted faces of the workers.

It took everything Tomie had to focus on their urgency, and she grabbed Alex's hands. "Alex, we have to focus! Where are we going? What's your plan?"

Alex shook their head a little, clearing their eyes. "Yeah, ok, sorry, you're right." Alex looked up at the little dot of their train flying on the map. "Two stations away, then we shift to the purple line, then three stations more. Here, I have an idea." Alex tugged Tomie's arms forward, pulled out a pair of handcuffs, and snapped them onto her wrists.

"There," said Alex, satisfied, "Now you look like my prisoner, and maybe people will notice those cuffs rather than that monster you're packing."

Tomie gawked at Alex, amazed at their resourcefulness. "How did you do all this? How did you get this uniform?"

Alex clicked their tongue and shifted her eyes mischievously, "I've got my ways. Now, let's be quiet until we get there. Just follow me."

Not ten minutes later, they stepped onto Mazar station, the massive bulk of Deep Reach headquarters looming before them. All around, white collars rushed to and from their jobs, none of them daring to look twice as a F.I.R.E. agent pulled a dishevelled Odd along by the cuffs. Off in the distance, Tomie saw a group of off-duty white collars chasing down a small group of dwarves, setting their bears on fire.

"Almost there, Tomie," whispered Alex, "just a little longer, and we're off this shit-hole of a world."