Cyber Girls: Christmas Balls E-Book

George Saoulidis

• Herausgeber: Mythography Studios
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

When Aphrodite sends her off to a sex convention in Canary Wharf, Eudora makes the flight and shows up. But will she manage to fulfill the terms of her contract, when she has nothing entertaining to show people, when an unusual Santa is hogging all the attention and when her own insecurities drag her down?

This is a Christmas special of the Influencer book series.
WARNING: Contains explicit futanari/hermaphrodite content.

Leseprobe

Contents

Title Page Christmas Balls

Copyright

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

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CHAPTER ONE

"How's the flight?" Veronica asked through the voice app. Gone were the days when you had to put your devices in airplane mode. Now, they simply charged you extra for the in-flight WiFi.

Eudora looked to the window at her side, down at the Alps. "Oh, it's great. Cosy." She wriggled a bit to avoid touching the morbidly obese woman who was occupying the two seats next to her. She was effectively trapped against the hull of the plane, if she wanted to get up, she'd have to climb over her or something.

Still, the view was worth it. The Alps were glistening below, full of snowcapped mountaintops and rolling clouds. She took a few pics with her cybereyes, this skata was so picturesque that it was worth risking the cliche. She remembered that she needed to let them record a live stream, since she wasn't allowed to carry her selfie drone. The UK had seen far too many terrorist attacks to allow a sophisticated device such as that to buzz around.

Then again, Futagen reminded her that she wouldn't have had this problem with one of their upgraded drones.

But that would be earned at 100 followers, and she still had a long way to go.

Veronica giggled. "You're oppressed somehow."

"No, I'm not," Eudora said, popping the 't.'

"Yeah, you are. I can tell when you're just bottling something inside, ready to burst.

Eudora rubbed at her temples and shut her eyes. She breathed in deep, tried to ignore the strong body odour of the lady sitting next to her, and also after that seat, and smiled at Veronica. The smell wasn't terribly bad, but it was definitely there. For the entire four-hour flight. "It's nothing. I'll live. How are you?"

Veronica frowned. "We just met last night."

"I remember," Eudora said with a smirk. She thought about the way she drilled Veronica's pussy last night. At the thought, she got a little erection down there. And then she breathed in, and the erection vanished.

Veronica clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes. "Want a peek?"

Eudora sat up straight. She looked around, nobody could see her augmented reality call. The fat lady was snoring, her movie playing on her veil in front of her, earbuds in. "Sure do," Eudora said, licking her lips.

Veronica pulled up her top and showed her left breast. Then she squeezed it a bit, pressed her nipple with her index finger and gave Eudora the naughtiest little smirk. Which then turned into her usual bright smile.

"Sweet Aphrodite, you're kinky," Eudora stated with a whisper.

"Speaking of goddesses, how's the job she sent ya?" Veronica said and covered herself up.

"Well, as you see it's not like she's blowing the budget on me. Economy class airfare, then a stay at 1 West India Quay."

Veronica looked to the side and pulled up the info on her veil. "Ooh, fancy hotel."

"Yeah, well, the event is happening in there, so at least Aphrodite splurged on that." Eudora shrugged.

"Best hotel in Canary Wharf," Veronica read from her veil.

"Eh..." Eudora made a face and waved it away.

"Come on, don't be bitter!" Veronica pouted. "You've left me all alone for Christmas to run off to London, and now I have no other choice but to stay at the company party with all the boring people."

"How's that my fault?" Eudora squealed. "It's work!"

Veronica leaned in closer and filled up the entire screen. "Boring people," she repeated. "Boo..." she made a thumbs down and blew a raspberry.

Eudora snorted.

"Tea?" flight attendant offered, holding a steaming kettle and a recyclable cup.

Eudora debated it with herself, then thought that she'd definitely wanna wee after drinking, then glanced at the mountain of meat she had to climb to get to the loo. In the end she ended up saying, "No, thank you."

"Is she hot?" Veronica asked, trying to look to the side of the video call as if turning her head around, which was of course, impossible.

Eudora snorted. "Yeah, as hot as her tea," she said, glancing at the nice skirt that shaped around the flight attendant's lovely ass.

"Nice!" Veronica fistbumped the air.

Eudora couldn't help but smile. "Why are you happy about it?"

Veronica shrugged. "Because," she nodded, her eyes wide. "If we're gonna spend Christmas away from each other, you might as well be happy. And seeing a hot flight attendant's ass always makes me happy. It's the epitome of my business flights."

"We're not the same person," Eudora deadpanned.

"Eh," Veronica waved the comment away, mimicking Eudora's own dismissal. "Anyways... Gotta go pick out my outfit for the Christmas party." She stood up, leaving the video call running.

"Have fun. But not too much!" Eudora shouted.

"I will. You too!" Veronica shouted back from somewhere in the room, the came back, showed her ass as if by accident, and then turned off the call.

Eudora tsked and took in a deep breath. "Two hours to go..." she sighed, looking at the fat lady next to her. She was now snoring loudly, her jowls wrapped around the airplane pillow around her her neck.

"Yeah..." she mumbled. "Happy Christmas. So damn happy."