ZETZIE


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Story Codes: MF, Sci-Fi
Synopsis: A normal work day in the future.

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ZETZIE


The cyber ware in Zetzie's brain triggered her wakeup call with only a
millisecond's margin of error.  It sent a signal to the apartment's
entertainment system and auto-chef.  The sound of a rock song being played
loud woke Zetzie up.  Yawning and stretching she opened her eyes. 
07:30:12. 12/05 2234 in green flashing letters was visible in the lower
right of her vision, projected on the inside of her eyes by her cyber ware.
A female singer dressed only in three small silver chains running in a
triangle between rings in the singer's nipples and clit, was standing in
the space between Zetzie's bed and the wall.  The singer was shouting out
the lyrics to the song that had woken Zetzie up.  Zetzie ignore the singing
woman.  She rolled over to her side and looked out of her bedroom window.
Sunshine was streaming down in the haze between the buildings.  It looked
like it would be another warm sunny spring day.  She sat up on the edge of
the bed.  "Local weather channel.  2D only." The naked singer faded away to
be replaced by a meteorologist dress in a blue latex bodysuit projected on
a wall screen when the apartment's central computer heard Zetzie's command.

   Zetzie listen absently on the weatherman drone on about forecasts and
temperatures while she walked over to her apartment's small kitchenette.  A
sweet smell of freshly brewed coffee met her when she reached the
auto-chef. She knew that that the smell was faked, created by pheromones
released by the auto-chef.  The synthesized coffee substituted the
auto-chef had made lacked any smell of its own and in Zetzie's opinion the
same was true for its taste.  Real coffee, like all natural products was
very rare and so expensive that only the ultra rich could afford them. 
Nevertheless, she took out the mug from the auto-chef and sipped, sighing
content when the caffeine kicked in.

   After draining the mug and putting it back in the auto-chef, Zetzie
stepped into the small shower booth adjacent to the kitchenette.  The nylon
bed sheets always made her body feel clammy from sweat when she woke up but
that was just another curse of the modern world.  Just as natural products
like coffee were rare, the same was true for natural fibers like, cotton,
satin and silk.  Silk in fact did not exist outside museums since
environmental toxins had wiped out the silkworm a century ago.  Now days
ninety-nine percent of the world's population had to make due with
synthesized rubber, latex, PVC and nylon.  Zetzie slept in the nude since
she knew wearing any cloths in bed would only make her sweat more, though
that made it easy for her to hop into the shower every morning.

   She closed the door to the booth and turned on the sonic shower.  Clean
fresh water was another thing that was rare, mostly due to pollution and it
was heavily rationed.  Most people could only afford it for food and drink,
washing themselves in it was too expensive.  Zetzie had only had a couple
real water showers in her life but those few she had, had all felt
wonderful compared to sonic showers.  Though, she doubted that a water
shower could give her as much pleasure she got from pressing her cunt and
clit on a vibrating sonic nozzle.  Still, when she did not use it as
masturbation tool a sonic shower was no more exciting than standing naked
in a room.  Her skin tingle a little, other than that she did not notice
the shower.

   Zetzie picked up a brush and started running it over her body to remove
any dead skin or dirt the sonic waves could not disintegrate without help.
As she showered, Zetzie looked herself over in the mirrored wall of the
booth.  She stood 5.1' with fit body and long shapely legs.  Shoulder
length light brown hair, blue eyes and a cute nose.  Firm, perky 36C cup
globes for breast.  A flat tummy went down to a shaved pussy with only a
thin strip of hair above it.  A small pear shaped butt ended her lovely
appearance.  She had the body of an attractive twenty-five year old, which
was not bad considering that she was nearing her forties and she would
continue to look like this for the next eighty years too.

   Scientists had completed mapping the human genome at the end of the 20th
century.  They had isolated the gene for ageing ten years in on the 21st
century, it took them another fifty years to understand exactly how
genetics worked to make a workable treatment for ageing.  At the end of the
21st century they had fine-tuned the genetic treatment all humans in the
23rd century got as standard during their pregnancy.  Zetzie knew that she
would live as a healthy twenty-five year old until she reached the
chronological age of 120 or so.  Then she would spend about ten years
ageing rapidly from 25 to 120, though few people actually did that.  Most
choose to commit suicide when the first signs of ageing appeared.  The same
treatment that extended her lifespan with about forty years and gave her
eternal youth, also made sure that she would never suffer from any
genetically defects or sicknesses, she would never need glasses or become
fat.  Genetics had also made sure she never would have to fear getting
cancer and it had eradicated most other viral and bacteriological diseases.


   After Zetzie had finished showering, she ate a bowl of cereals the
auto-chef had prepared for her.  As she ate she logged on to the net to
check her work schedule for the day.  Zetzie worked for City Hall at the
City Engineers, the Urban Development department, as an engineer.  Today
her instructions told her to inspect an old derelict factory that was to be
demolished to make room for a shopping mall.  She went over the blue prints
of the factory and all relative information before walking over to her
closet to get dressed.  She picked out a black, sleeveless dress made out
of rubber.  The dress was extremely short and ended just under her pubic
area.  In the back it was even a couple of inches shorter and leaving the
bottom of her round cheeks visible.  In front, the dress had two holes that
Zetzie put her breasts through.  It also had a pair of sewn on garters that
she attached to a pair of black, high healed, mid-thigh latex boots.  A
pair of long black latex gloves completed the outfit.  She did not wear
anything underneath the dress so her breast stood naked and proud out of
the holes for any to see.  From behind, the dress gave a titillating view
of her ass and she knew that unless she stood perfectly still she would
flash her cunt at people.

   Not that it bothered her or would bother anyone she met.  A lot of
taboos had been relaxed the last century or so.  Nobody longer saw anything
wrong with nudity.  Most people wore clothes that would have been
considered explicit or illegal earlier in history, if they wore clothes at
all.  When everyone from birth were guaranteed attractive, perfect bodies
for their whole life nobody had to be ashamed to flaunt their assets and no
one certainly would not complain about the chore of having to watch
beautiful nude male and female bodies all day.  Zetzie herself were
particularly proud of her breast.  She thought that they were her best
feature and took every chance to show them off.  As a result she often went
topless or wore clothes that, like her dress, would leave them bare.

   Zetzie finished her outfit by putting on a black latex cowl that went
down over her ears and ended on top of her nose.  Two large slanted
eyeholes in the hood allowed her to see and on top a pair of cat ears was
attached.  It had lately become trendy to wear masks and hoods that
resembled animals which meant that Zetzie had bought a number of similar
caps.  Picking up her backpack she left her apartment and took the elevator
down to the lobby.

   Walking out on the street, she was met by the usual hustle of people in
a large city.  About half of the people wore bodysuits and jumpsuits, the
rest wore a mix of different styles and fashions.  The one thing they all
had in common was that their clothes were all made in synthetic materials.
Many like Zetzie had some feature in thier clothes that revealed breasts,
butts and genitals of both genders.  Then there were a minority of people,
both men and women that did not wear anything at all.

   Zetzie stepped out in the bustle of pedestrians on the street.  Cars had
been outlawed worldwide more than a century ago as a desperate measure to
stop the global warming.  Now if you wanted to get some were you either
walked or used public transportation.  Zetzie took a streetcar to the
nearest L-Train station.  On the platform she joined about twenty other
commuters waiting for the next train.  Most were reading, watching TV or
playing games on their PADs.  The rest was idly watching a couple fucking
on a bench.  Sex was another area where almost all taboos had disappeared.
As a result, public sex was common sight in the city.

   When her train arrived at the station, Zetzie got on.  She enjoyed
riding on the L-trains.  They rode on monorails high above the ground
offering their passengers beautiful vistas of the city.  Zetzie loved to
watch the city she love pass by outside the train.  Her education as an
architect and engineer had given her an appreciation for the buildings that
few of her commuters shared.

   She got off at the L-rail to the station nearest to the factory.  There
the supervisor of the demolition crew met her.  A police hover drone was
also waiting for her since the factory was situated in a bad neighborhood.
The supervisor was a muscular blond man dressed in a two piece work
coverall made of black rubber.  A pair of work gloves and boots in the same
material finished off his clothes.  He slowly looked her over from the top
down and back up again before he unembarrassed fixed his eyes on her tits.
"Hello, Miss.  I'm Joq, the boss over the team of technicians who run the
droid demolition units," he said never looking at her face.  "Pleased to
meet you Joq.  I'm Zetzie, from the City Engineers," she replied and shook
hand with him, not at all bothered by the fact that Joq just stared at her
tits.  If she had wanted him to look her in the eyes when they talked, she
would have covered her breasts.  In fact she would have been most
displeased if he had not been captivated by her breasts, since that would
mean he did not appreciate them as fully as Zetzie desired.  "Please,
follow me and we'll get started," He said curtly and motioned the way with
an electronic clipboard he held in one hand.

   They spent the next couple of hours surveying the bottom floor on the
factory all the time guarded by the ever present hover drone.  Having
agreed that the bottom floor was finished Zetzie had just started up the
stair to the second floor when Joq suddenly stuck his hand between and
grabbed her crotch.  She stopped abruptly and waited for about five seconds
to see if he was only copping an innocent feel.  With all the climbing and
crawling about as they inspected the factory she knew that there was
nothing of her lower body he had not seen.  So it was understandable and
appropriate that he would feel around a bit.  However, when he continued to
play with her lips and stroke her clit she turned her head and looked back
at him.  "Yes?" she asked casually, wondering what was on his mind.  "Well,
we've been quite busy and gotten a lot done in just a few hours, so how
about we take a break and fuck," Joq suggested.  Zetzie thought this over.
Though she wasn't tired a break would be nice, on the other hand she wasn't
horny either and didn't really fancy a fuck.  Like everyone alive, Joq was
attractive but he wasn't really her type.  Looking at him, she could see
his erect cock outlined against his stomach through his tight suit.  That
was flattering.  Clambering around the lower floor, trying to decide how to
demolish and recycle the factory, Joq would have become very familiar with
the look of her ass, cunt and tits but for it to have that effect in an age
when people normally was so jaded about nudity was indeed a very fine
compliment.  That alone was almost worth fucking him for.  Still, it was
possible that he had made it a tradition to fuck every female, and maybe
male, engineer that went through the procedure with him before a
demolition. In which case, his erection was born out of habit instead of
desire.  If he indeed had such a tradition Zetzi would definitively fuck
him, not wanting to be the one to ruin it but she expected that he would
tell her about it, it he had such a tradition.  The soft hum from the
police drone reminded Zetzie that they where under surveillance and that
everything they did were being recorded.  That settled the matter for her.

   Refusing sex was by no mean illegal but it was frowned upon when the
other part was in clear distress, that is at a heighten level of
excitement, which was very obvious in Joq's case due to the combination of
a tight rubber outfit and an erection.  Zetzie was well aware that sometime
in the future during a regular efficiency evaluation the record of her
actions now would be examine courtesy of the drone.  Then she much rather
wanted it to show that she was a team player that worked well with others
and showed a concern for her coworkers feelings especially when they could
affect their work efficiency, rather than the negative opposite.  That
meant she had three good but probably reasons for fucking him and only that
she wasn't horny as a reason for not to fuck him and that was easily fixed.

   "All right, let's fuck," Zetzie agreed, "but you'll have to lick me
first to get my juices flowing." Joq had waited patiently for the seconds
it took for her to make up though he kept on playing with her cuntlips. 
When he heard her agreeing to fuck him he shone up but Zetzie saw a flash
of impatience on his face when he realized he needed to lick her before
getting to fuck her.  As she bent forward on the stair and spread her legs,
that flash made her smile.  Some things never changed, including men's
hurry to stick it in and cum and damn such necessities as foreplay.

   Zetzie felt his hands on her butt cheeks followed by a wet warm tongue
lapping away at her slit.  It was soon obvious to Zetzie that he wasn't the
best cuntlicker she had experienced; perhaps the flash of emotion hadn't
been impatience but something else.  He was still fair as was expected
since cunnilingus was part of the boys' practical sex-ed during school,
just as fellatio was part of the girls'.  Unlike the girls, however, the
boys wasn't graded on their skill while no girl was allowed to finish
school without at least a C+ in fellatio.  Zetzie having been bookish and a
bit of a geek never got a grade lower than A in school, including her
fellatio grade.  That grade alone had her being taken to the prom by the
star Tight End, despite her not belonging to the popular clique of youths
at her school.  Of course, he had only taken her so he could get his
customary prom BJ from one of the school's best fellatrix and Zetzie had
happily given him it just to see the envy in the other girls' faces at the
prom.

   After a few minutes Joq had her well along the way towards an orgasm
despite his lack of skill.  Though, she knew that if she came while he
licked her, she would owe him a blowjob even after they fucked.  Sighing in
regret she spoke up.  "That's enough.  You can fuck me now." Zetzie heard
him spit and the rustle as he moved before the head of his cock touched her
nether lips.  The head explored her slit for a moment before Joq slowly
pushed the length of his cock inside of her.  They both groaned from the
insertion but Zetzie considerable louder than Joq.  She was so incredible
full and could practically feel her vagina stretch to accommodate the huge
cock.  Part of that was because the medical nanobots in her body kept her
cunt as tight as it had been when she was a virgin.  But the main reason
was one of the first things, the obviously male, genetic researchers had
fixed was to make the size issue history.  These days all men's equipment
was at least seven inches long and they where all very thick.  A fact that
made Zetzie suspect, that at least one of the researchers had been female.
It sure made for great sex and these days when a woman got fucked she sure
noticed.  Zetzie often pitied the poor women that lived before this
breakthrough in genetics.  Of course, it had a few drawbacks.  One was that
it made analsex almost an masochistic experience even with liberal amounts
of lubrication.  Unlike earlier centuries when analsex had a bit of a taboo
over it, in Zetzie day and age women was expected to take it up the butt as
natural and nearly as often as in the cunt and to do it with a smile. 
Double penetration was almost a religious experience for a woman in this
age.  Though, men weren't the only ones improved in this way.  Even the
most flat-chested of Zetzie's fellow women were at least on the larger side
of a B cup.  If that was due to female geneticists fixing their own
gender's size complex or if more likely it was the whim of the male
geneticists, Zetzie did not know and honestly didn't care about.

   "Damn, that's a tight cunt," Joq grunted as he began to pound into it.
They fucked there on the stair for a couple minutes.  Zetzie soon forgot
the lack of enthusiasm she felt when Joq first suggested that they fuck. 
It fact, it only took a few thrusts of his big cock in her stuffed cunt for
her to forget everything except the sensations flowing from her groin. 
Unfortunately their position on the stair, with her bent forward and
crouching down and with Joq standing on his toes a step below her made for
awkward fucking.  Joq said so and Zetzie had him lay down on his back.  She
squatted over him and guided the cock to her hole, before impaling herself
on it.  Leaning forward she kissed him, letting her tongue explore his
mouth.  Then straightening up again she started to fuck herself on his
cock. Seeing her large full tits bounce and wobble in time with her
movement up and down the cock, made Joq reached up and began to squeeze and
maul them, encouraged by delighted squeals from Zetzie.  This new position
allowed them to fuck their brains out for the next five minutes before Joq
started to become even more agitated.

   "Fuck!  Faster!  Fuck me faster, I'm nearly there!  Faster for fuck
sake!" Joq groaned loudly.  Zetzie who was just coming down from her own
orgasm, didn't increase her speed.  Instead she stopped completely. 
"Wait!" Zetzie answered urgently and quickly slid his cock out of her to
the loud protests from Joq.  "I don't want you to cum in me.  Then I'll
have sperm running out of my cunt for the rest of the day, getting my
crotch and legs all sticky and dusty.  It's much neater if I'll suck you
off instead so I can drink it," she told him.  She got off him and knelt
beside him.  Grumbling a little Joq stood up and without hands aimed his
stiff cock at her mouth.  Not wanting to risk him shooting to quickly when
she touched him and get his load over her face, Zetzie ducked under the
pole and sucked on his balls for a moment or two to let him calm down. 
When she estimated she could touch the cock without him creaming all over
her, she sucked it into her mouth.  It tasted of cock and pre-cum but
mostly it tasted of cunt having thick coating of her own juices on it. 
While not so fond of the taste of female musk, it was not the first time
she experienced the taste of cunt, her own or another woman's.  While
cunnilingus was part of the boy's sex-ed, it wasn't part of the girl's but
it was available as an extra credit assignment for bi-curious girls. 
Zetzie had never been the least bi-curious, always knowing she was 100%
heterosexual.  However, in school she had always been crazy about extra
credit assignments, especially easy ones that would help her get a
prestigious scholarship.  Therefore, she had spent three hours a week one
semester with her head between the thighs of a female volunteer eagerly
eating beaver and slurping cuntal juices.  After school however the only
taste of another woman she had was indirectly, passed along by cock in the
same was she tasted herself now.

   Joq had indeed been close.  Zetzie only had to slide her mouth along the
shaft a few times while licking at the head to bring him to his peak.  He
grabbed her skull and Zetzie could feel the cock pulse in her mouth as it
pumped out the content of his balls.  She let the sperm fill her mouth and
only swallowed when the amount threatened to spill from her lips.  She kept
sucking and licking the cock even after the load was nestled safely in her
tummy, letting him deflate in her mouth.

   Once he was soft again, she stood up and wiped her mouth with the back
of her head.  "That was that.  Let's continue with the second floor now. 
It should be easier since there is no heavy machinery on it," Zetzie said
all business again.  "Right, after you," Joq and patted her butt, though it
was only to motion her to go ahead.  The two of them climbed the stair with
the ever vigilant police drone hovering above them, ready to continue their
survey.  None of them acted any different from before their break and
neither seemed to acknowledge that they had been fucking just minutes ago.
Just normal modern behavior.  After all it had just been some casual sex,
some mutual masturbation druing a work break.