Chauffeuring the Brat [MF][long]

Steven had known Curt for over a decade now. When Steven was still a taxi driver and Curt a hopeful entrepreneur who couldn’t afford his own car yet, just as today when he was his designated driver and Curt led several multi-million dollar companies. Steven had known Curt for over a decade now. When Steven was still a taxi driver and Curt a hopeful entrepreneur who couldn’t afford his own car yet, just as today when he was his designated driver and Curt led several multi-million dollar companies.

Personally he would never grow to love this world of the rich they lived in, but he could enjoy it from the sideline. He had to admit that Curt was absolutely made for his role, the chrome and glass, surprising considering they had both grown up in the least wealthy part of town.

Steven loved driving and the fact he got paid to do so was all he really needed. The late night drives along empty streets with a powerful Mercedes and the astonishing amount of respect he experienced wherever they went were added bonus, but frankly it had all been a game of diminishing returns since the initial step up from a taxi to the black battered company car back in the day.

His best friend’s mom [MF][Cougar]

Jonas had not expected to find anyone in the kitchen when he walked down to fetch something to drink for Ellie and him and almost ran into her mum Miriam who was going flicking through the pages of a cookbook.

“Oh hi, sorry I didn’t see you. Just going to fetch us something to drink.”

“All fine. Hey, are you going to stay for dinner? I’m just trying to decide what to cook.”

“Uh, I wasn’t going to, I need to catch the train at six, still have work to do for university.”

“Alright, you can still help me decide since you are here.”

Jonas moved a bit closer to take a look at the pages, and for some reason he felt his neck hair stand up a bit all of a sudden. It creeped him out, sure the got along quite well but all of a sudden thoughts were crossing his mind that shouldn’t. He looked at a couple of pages but couldn’t really concentrate on anything and then he made an irreversible decision. His hand reached out and found its way down into the backpocket of her jeans almost on its own, making them both look at each other in shock.

Inches from death [Mast][FemSolo][Apocalyptic]

Carol knew she had fucked up, it was easier to admit than to deny. She had known something was off, enough to make her store her gear two floors down from her actual destination, which might save her life if no one noticed the women’s clothes behind the bed it would looks as if Derek had been there on his own.

She had heard four shots, so she knew she wouldn’t meet Derek again, but the fact that she was still alive here on the ledge of the roof meant she had a chance to survive.

It was the only possible flight route, and since no one had come after and caught her in the past few minutes chances were good that no one was looking for a second person.

Coming to think of that it also meant that neither had she led Sector Security here nor that Derek had sold her out for whatever reason he might have had to do so.

That knowledge would not help her escape – or with anything for that matter – for the time being, her way forward was still blocked by the two guards who guarded the helicopter. She wasn’t delusional enough to think she could fight two armed guards butt naked or sneak past them, the wire mesh fence didn’t exactly do a great job of blocking their line of sight.

A trip to the mall [Mast][FemSolo][Apocalyptic]

Of all the things Jenny had imagined about a society crashing before it actually happened what she had expected least was the degree to which she enjoyed it.
She had fought, shot and killed people, stolen food and supplies and now she was sitting in the back of an almost empty supermarket and masturbated because she damn well could, and frankly Jenny wasn’t sure which of those felt best.

The survivor’s guilt she had read so much about was more of a survivor’s pleasure, the pain and grieve where there, but felt more like challenge and motivation to keep going.
And that was what she did, day after day and sometimes even night, the urge to stay up to date on business news long replaced by the urge to stay on top of the competition, more alive and better armed and hidden stashes of supplies giving her the room of movement she needed to survive instead of statistics and numbers giving her the opportunity to stay employed in a job she had never liked to begin with.

Wet in the Wilderness

The silence was almost deafening, even the small camp fire in front of Mona had burned down to the point where the crackling sound was barely audible anymore. The forest had long fallen asleep and the sounds of nocturnal animals were few and far between.

It reminded Mona of her childhood, growing up in an age when a Diskman was the state of the art she had never listened to much music. When she had finished school everyone was suddenly running around with smartphones, ipods were long outdated technologies, and the loud brick phones on the train had been replaced by bluetooth speakers.

Mona hadn’t realized how much she had grown accustomed to the constant noise around here until silence returned and she had to relearn to live with it. For the first year she had actually found herself longing for access to a phone more for music than the other benefits, but there was so little working electronic infrastructure left that even if she had had a phone there would have been no way to get any music onto it.

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Wet in the wilderness [FemSolo][Mast][Apocalyptic]

The silence was almost deafening, even the small camp fire in front of Mona had burned down to the point where the crackling sound was barely audible anymore. The forest had long fallen asleep and the sounds of nocturnal animals were few and far between.

It reminded Mona of her childhood, growing up in an age when a Diskman was the state of the art she had never listened to much music. When she had finished school everyone was suddenly running around with smartphones, ipods were long outdated technologies, and the loud brick phones on the train had been replaced by bluetooth speakers.

Mona hadn’t realized how much she had grown accustomed to the constant noise around here until silence returned and she had to relearn to live with it. For the first year she had actually found herself longing for access to a phone more for music than the other benefits, but there was so little working electronic infrastructure left that even if she had had a phone there would have been no way to get any music onto it.

A long day in the wastelands [FemSolo][Masturbation][Apocalyptic]

Life had become both easier and more difficult since the crash as far as Katja was concerned.
On one hand food could get a bit scarce and security had undeniably taken a turn for the worse, but on the other hand it was much easier to figure out if a day was successful or not.
Survived the day? Check.
Ended the day with more supplies than it started with? Hm-mh.

Yep, looked like a good day, Katja thought as she closed the door behind herself and went over to her workbench to get the heavy backpack off her shoulders. A heavy backpack was always great, and today she had found some truly great stuff.
Ammunition for her rifle she had had to leave home on the last three trips because it was worthless without cartridges. Now she had almost fourty of them, enough for weeks if she was careful and didn’t run amok for some reason.

A good bit of canned food, even two big plastic bottles of pre-war water that was getting increasingly rare. So rare that Katja had long switched to filtering rain water, which arguably tasted just as well but bottled water was a luxury she didn’t get to enjoy often.

The city below [FemSolo][Mast][Apocalyptic]

It seemed a few of you liked my other story, so here is one more :)
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Moira opened her eyes for a brief second and looked out of the broken window to her right, the shards of broken glass still stuck in the frame as painfully near as the the streets below her were away, many times beyond the point where a fall looked remotely survivable.
In fact it was the highest one could get in this city, at least since the radio antenna that used to sit on the roof above her had capitulated to the relentless winds and lack of maintenance.
Moira had climbed it once before it was too late, the height and winds and the metal under her hands that was either rusting or slippery taking a toll on her muscles that were already aching from the forty-five flights of stairs that led up to the roof in the first place, and Moira was not sure if she really regretted not getting another chance.
It had however been the greatest view over what was left of the once great city and its crumbling buildings, and in a world without elevators she felt safer up here than anywhere else in the city, safe enough to sit in a window bare naked, only one swift push away from certain death with the winds pulling in her hair.

A long day in the wastelands [FemSolo][Masturbation][Apocalyptic]

Life had become both easier and more difficult since the crash as far as Katja was concerned.
On one hand food could get a bit scarce and security had undeniably taken a turn for the worse, but on the other hand it was much easier to figure out if a day was successful or not.
Survived the day? Check.
Ended the day with more supplies than it started with? Hm-mh.

Yep, looked like a good day, Katja thought as she closed the door behind herself and went over to her workbench to get the heavy backpack off her shoulders. A heavy backpack was always great, and today she had found some truly great stuff.
Ammunition for her rifle she had had to leave home on the last three trips because it was worthless without cartridges. Now she had almost fourty of them, enough for weeks if she was careful and didn’t run amok for some reason.

A good bit of canned food, even two big plastic bottles of pre-war water that was getting increasingly rare. So rare that Katja had long switched to filtering rain water, which arguably tasted just as well but bottled water was a luxury she didn’t get to enjoy often.