DROP SEVEN

 

 

Hector heard a piercing scream. He dropped his tools, grabbed a hammer and ran upstairs, climbing the steps two-by-two. Once there, he heard a male grunt and found a very confused and dripping-wet Cherry with just a bath towel, cowering away from Tony.

“Fuck, she really is qwik! I didn’t even see it coming,” Tony winced in visible pain, clutching his balls.

Hector relaxed and put the hammer away.

“He-he just barged in here!” Cherry stuttered, pointing a finger at the overweight nerd.

“Yeah… Sorry about that. He’s actually a friend, and no, I wouldn’t say he’s harmless, so keep your guard up around him. Tony, say hi to the lovely lady.” Hector opened his palms up in the usual gesture of a host who’s introducing two people to each other. Cherry was indeed smoking hot. Young, with very juicy and perky tits that couldn’t possibly be contained by a mere towel. Long legs, cute face, great ass. Hector had actually seen the whole package back at that demented dodgeball game at the Pinups’ place. Yes, Cherry was a sexy girl, no denying that. He could understand Tony’s lust, but really, a man should be able to control himself.

“Hi! Cherry, of course. I know all about you,” Tony said like a rodent. “Measurements, hobbies, even that birthmark right there that looks like a pair of cherries on your thigh.

“What?” she exclaimed, covering up.

“Yeah, you might not wanna lead with that in the future,” Hector winced. He pulled the lewd man away and into the kitchen. “Go, dress up, Cherry. We’ll be in the kitchen.”

She did so, and Tony bit his lip. “Fuck, man. She’s even hotter in person. I lost my words, sorry. I couldn’t think.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know where the blood flow went.” Hector pushed him down on the chair and poured ouzo for the both of them. “Look, this is an actual HR issue. If we’re gonna be doing this right here with the Pies, you need to keep it together. I can’t have you lusting after every boob that shows up in the vicinity.”

Tony sniffed once and composed himself, straightening his back. “I can handle it,” he said, then gulped down the entire glass of ouzo.

Hector blinked at that. “O-kay… Now, back to work. What do you have for me? For Cherry, basically.”

On cue, she showed up, drying up her short hair with a towel, but dressed otherwise with casual sweatpants. Hector found the baggy clothes a wise choice on her behalf. “What about me?”

“As I was saying, Tony is a hacker. Today we won’t be needing those kinds of services, but I still need things like online presence, streaming, discoverability and all that jazz. I asked him to take up our entire online presence, he loves that shit, he’s already a big Cyberpink fan, and I trust him. At least with my bits and bytes.”

Cherry turned to him and presented a hand. “I’m sorry, you startled me earlier. I’m Caroline, but fans call me Cherry.”

He shook her hand, obviously delighted for the touch. “I know. Tony, me. Hacker.”

Cherry nodded, “Laconic. Nice.” She sat down away from Tony.

“Not really, he just has a condition where he bites his tongue in the presence of pretty ladies. Anyway, take it from here, man. Tell me what you’re planning for us.” Hector motioned him to carry on.

Tony completely shifted gears. “Yeah. So, I have the Pie site set up, you’re all registered with the tournament, missing the roster, of course. The streams are all set up and monetised, I even added a bit of peer-to-peer encryption so that sleazebags such as myself won’t be able to tap in without paying-”

“Yeah, yeah, sounds awesome. What else?”

“Well, announcements are automated, everybody knows Cherry joined up and are checking her out,” Tony said, glancing at her.

Cherry shifted in her spot uncomfortably.

“She’s quite popular with the boys, we’ll be having merchandising up and running in no time. That’s all after the Pies get through the qualifiers, of course.”

“Of course,” Hector nodded. “Did you migrate her social media?”

“All programmed in, I made a macro. I just need your owner’s confirmation.” Tony pulled up a command prompt on the veil and spun it towards Hector.

Taking a look at it, it just waited for a retro-style ‘Y/N?’ reply. Hector shrugged and typed in ‘y.’

Tony took over and spun the command prompt, watching the scrolling text. “Yup, doing it. Got every bit of data on Cherry, it’s now on our servers.”

Hector raised his ouzo and said to Cherry, “We have servers, you see. So pro.” He smiled and took a swig.

Cherry squinted at him and shook her head. “I know we do, I do know computers.”

“All right, sorry. I only understand like a fifth of the words Tony usually says.” Hector slapped the table. “Well, if we’re done here, Tony, get the fuck back to your house so I don’t have to worry about you, Cherry, take the day off and settle in, mi casa es su casa, and I need to go get more girls so that we can actually call this a team.”