ZETZIE WARNING, the following is a erotic story if you for some reason, (legal, cultural, divine) is not allowed to read such filth make sure you don't get caught now or stop reading until it is safe. Story Codes: MF, Sci-Fi Synopsis: A normal work day in the future. For comments, praise, gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh or naugthy suggestions; please see the file Feedback..... Enjoy! Scytha ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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.