THE LILLIAN CHRONICLES
- CHAPTER ONE -
GIRL IN THE CITY
AUGUST 12th, 2073
In the darkness,
The light shines the brightest,
In the greatest madness,
Sanity rules the world.
Lillian was riding the Track, one way, to home.
Or what she called home.
She felt the man next to her, pressed hard against her, hard enough she could feel his cock against her, pressing into her.
She moved forward, trying to push her way out of the mass of bodies, but the motion of the tram, pushed her backwards, back to the man.
He was smiling, she didn't even have to look back to see that.
"You like little girl?" he say, gruff set voice, almost demonic.
She pushed him back; turning around, nearly slapping him.
"You got issues Miss?" a man wearing a security uniform from one of the local malls asked from up in front of her.
"Nah, no issue here, just a misunderstanding!" the perv said, grinning, and stepping off at the next stop.
Lillian should have gotten off at his stop, knifed him in some alley but she figured he could live another day.
Her stop was District D, lower east side, the land of the poor.
Her place was a dump but the roof didn't leak and for the $15.00 a week extra, she got semi-clean sheets from Madam Chang, who was just down the street.
"No fleas!!" she once told Lillian, as she handed her the white sheets. "I bleach good!"
Lillian fell onto the couch, her bed, for lack of a better word, her head was throbbing, the night was a bust, working a dead end job at some shithole restaurant, it was suppose to be a rich place but the tips were bad.
If only she had enough for a bag, four dollars was all the cash she had for the week, rent was coming up in a week and the money fairies weren't coming to save her ass.
"I should take that job Vinny has, good cash for about a day worth of security work!" she said to herself, rubbing her eyes and staring at the back of her eyelids.
Sleep came fast.
Same dreams.
Back home in Kansas, no place like it, seventeen.
Thought she knew it all, if only she knew what she didn't know, first bus out of the snoozeville, first day in the City, got mugged, all the cash she had.
Man in a silver fox coat, pink collar, said he could find her a place, she even have a job.
First time.
With anyone.
It wasn't the way she thought she lose her virginity, but the pay wasn't too bad.
She met Vinny as a trick; he was okay, not a looker by any means, easy quick fuck, she gave him a place to sleep that night.
"I got connections lady; big connections!" he said as they entered her place.
"Some dump!" he teased.
"You got better?" she growled, pulling off her bra with one sweep of her hands, letting it drop to the floor, pulling off her heels with another flick of her wrist.
"Fucking magic watching a woman!" he smiled. "You ever thought about going into business, other than what you're doing now?"
"Nah, I like sucking dicks!" she smiled, almost growling.
"Well, you know, if you wanna practice..."
First job was an easy one, Vinny called it a "Cherry popper".
The club was on 14th street, real shit hole of shit holes.
"Guy owes me 100 grand!" Vinny said. "He doesn't want to pay...."
Lillian smiled.
"So we make him pay?" she purred.
"You got it girl!! You catch on quick!"
Two hours later, and four broken ribs of the guy, Lillian had the money transferred into an off shore account.
"You work pretty quick....for a girl!" Vinny laughed.
She was quick.
Silent.
Very few ever heard her coming, even knew she was stalking them, till it was too late.
Next morning, Vinny called.
"Yea...." she slurred sleepily.
"Wake up sleepy head!! You think about my job?" he cooed.
"Yea....maybe.....meet me later at the Ship....."
She hung up the phone.
A few hours later, she was at the club, The Ship, a place where the music was hot, the drugs were good and for a few bucks more, you could lose your life in the back room.
Vinny was at a back table, back against the wall, there was a tall gentleman with him, business suit, rich business suit, Corporate suit.
"Lillian, this is Mr. Ito, Charles Ito of Ito Enterprises." Vinny said, motioning to a chair.
"Charmed I'm sure!" Lillian purred, sliding into the seat.
"Mr. Ito has a 'situation'..."
"More like a proposition, Ms. uh, shall I call you Lillian?" Charles said, smiling.
She smiled. "You can call me whatever you want, it's your dime!"
He laughed.
"I have some 'threats' against me, mostly some members of my Family want me dead and I need a body guard for a few days; nothing too strenuous, routine really!"
Lillian looked at him, studying his face, his eyes.
Soulless, she thought, 99 percent cybernetic enhancements.
Probably bought off of the ritzy markets of Tokyo, not like hers, from some chop shop down by the wharf of Old Chicago.
"When will you need me, for this body guard?" she smiled, touching his hands.
Warm, probably synthetic as well; running hot wet through his system to give the illusion he was all male.
"As soon as possible, tomorrow night I have an engagement, a dinner speech at the Waldorf, you have a gown to wear?" he smiled, eyeing her.
"I can dig something up."
"Good!"
Vinny stood.
"I got some other business to deal with, so I'll leave you two to your details!"
He walked away, leaving them alone at the table.
"So, can you tell?" Charles asked.
"That you're a Borg?" Lillian replied, smiling, still holding his hand.
He nodded.
"Yeah..."
He smiled.
"What gave me away?"
"It's the look, in the eyes, always gives it away. Even the high priced joints never get that right. What's your story? I'm doubting a mod-addict."
He frowned.
"No, not a mod-addict. I was in the War, took a hit from a grenade in Ireland, ripped most of my arms away, partial right leg, and scarred the hell outta of my chest and face, both eyes were synth."
"Shit! You lose your dick too?" she almost laughed, winking.
He laughed, shaking his head.
"It was a bit tore up but repairable, new skin though."
They talked for hours.
"I guess we should go..."
"Yeah, I guess. I got to find a gown!"
They both laughed.
"You need to be dropped off?"
She smiled and nodded.
"My driver can take you home...I will see you tomorrow!"
A drive home and Lillian was out as soon as her head hit the pillow.
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