The place isn't as nasty as the last time they holed up here for the night. Oh sure, it still looked abandoned and like the run down shit heap that it was, anything less would have made Myers suspicious. But knowing exactly where they were going to go and having weeks of prep time had at least allowed V to tidy the place up a bit and get it ready ahead of their ultimate arrival.
Things like making sure the water and electricity could be turned on easier than last time, and clearing out any of the gonks lurking around the building so they didn't have another run in. As well as getting some newer mattresses that they'd artificially dirtied up without actually making them unsanitary. That sort of stuff.
Still, he knew it wouldn't be anywhere near the President of NUSA's standards. Just like he knew she wouldn't comment on it too much either. No, Rosalind Myers was a woman of focus and conviction. She was likely already thinking about her next steps and how to best use him for her ultimate goals.
Too bad for her-
V pauses as the door to the bathroom opens. He's expecting Myers to step out in the new set of clothes he'd provided her, a disguise that would hopefully make it harder for anyone to clock that she was the goddamn President of the goddamn New United States.
What he's most definitely NOT expecting is for said President to step out wearing nothing at all but her socks and shoes. Standing there in her birthday suit with a hand on her hip and said hip cocked to the side, Rosalind Myers smirks while letting him stare for a long moment. Then, she saunters forward.
"Like what you see, V?"
He would be lying if he said he didn't. Despite her age, she's clearly had a lot of work done to keep her body… tight and ready for action. Except unlike someone like Hanako Arasaka, who you could sort of clock was a seventy-eight year old wearing the idealized body of a woman in her late twenties, early thirties… Myers wasn't quite so artificial.
She had a bit of sag here and there, and even a couple of wrinkles. She looks like a woman in her fifties… but also like they've been a very, very kind fifty something years to her and V knows that's not true. There would be more signs of stress on her body if she hadn't had a few 'tune ups' along the way.
Regardless, the real reason that V is so stun locked for a moment isn't because Myers looks good nude. He could have guessed that much. No, the real reason is because this most definitely hadn't happened last time.
In his ear, Alt whistles low and quiet.
"What in the world did we do to get this version of the President, V?"
He doesn't know… but neither him nor Alt have to wait long to find out. Rosalind smirks confidently as she finishes closing the distance between them and places a hand on V's chest, running it down his front… all the way to his crotch, where she grabs him by the cock and gives him a good grope. He doesn't jolt. He keeps himself under control. But it IS a near thing.
"You've been… exceptional tonight V. Don't think I haven't noticed. Songbird said you were good, but I doubt even she knew you were THIS good."
"Ah. So that's what it is."
Yeah, V is starting to catch on at about the same time as Alt is. Unaware of him and Alt connecting the dots right in front of her, Myers lets her smirk grow as she begins to unbuckle his belt and pull open his pants, fishing out his cock only to start stroking him to full mast immediately.
"You've earned this bonus, V."
They'd scared her. Oh sure, that might seem like a bit of a leap given what was currently happening. And yet, it was all too obvious. Rosalind Myers was wearing her nudity like a damn suit of armor and wielding her sexuality like a fucking steel sword. Because she'd been caught off guard by V's competence. She'd been blindsided by his skills… and probably by his lack of desperation as well.
"So Mi told her that you were easily controlled. Like a dog already collared just waiting for someone to come along and pick up his leash. Only, she's discovered firsthand now that you're anything BUT that metaphor."
Inwardly, V snorts. Outwardly, he gives no reaction to Myers' actions, just staring at her quietly as she stares back at him. Oh sure, his cock does get rock hard from the efficient motions of her hands… it's still organic after all, so V can't exactly stop the blood from flowing there. But beyond that, he doesn't say a word. And that, he can tell, unnerves Myers even further.
Finally, she drops down into a crouch, surprising V even more. He controls the slight widening of his eyes, even as she looks up at him, her legs bent at the knees but no actual part of her naked body touching the dirty ground beneath her.
"I like competent people V. I especially like having competent people working for me. Allow me to show you just how deep my appreciation can run."
And then she starts to suck his cock. Now, a woman sucking V's cock isn't anything new. But the President of NUSA sucking his cock… now THAT is new. But it does make a certain amount of sense too. Even as V stares down at Myers, watching her bob her head up and down his cock right there in the dingy abandoned tower they've holed up in for the night, he knows exactly why she's doing this.
"Yeah. She needs you on side and she's rightly clocked that for some reason you aren't as afraid of dying as you should be. And given she doesn't have access to any of her usual levers of power right now, she's turning to the one thing she does have. Her holes."
V almost laughs at that. Did Alt have to be so crass about it?
"Just trying to inject some humor into the situation V. Because let's be honest… this is kind of bad. Myers doing something like this wasn't in our projections at all. We knew she felt possessive over Songbird but…"
Yeah. This was a bit further than just possessive. Myers wasn't doing this just to make him get her out of Dogtown and Night City and back behind her own lines. She could already trust him to do that much seeing as he'd dragged her this far and saved her life half a dozen times over.
No, Myers was doing this now because she wanted more from him. She wanted to drag him into her little rescue operation regarding So Mi just like last time. And she was seriously willing to go this far to get what she wanted.
Pulling back off of his cock with a pop, Myers makes a show of gasping for air. V knows better of course, someone like her… she definitely has cyberware that gives her an internal air supply of hours, just in case she finds herself without a normal source of oxygen for an extended period of time. It's all part of the show, part of the manipulation.
"Well now. I can see you're not enjoying my mouth. Perhaps you'd like something more. Perhaps you'd like to be one of the few people who can say they've fucked the President of the New United States."
Rising from her crouch in one smooth, elegant motion that makes her naked tits bounce a single time, Myers turns and sashays her hips over to the nearest concrete pillar. V isn't surprised she avoids the mattresses, even if they are clean. They certainly don't look clean.
Still, grabbing onto the pillar, she bends over right then and there, arching her back and lifting her ass as she thrusts it out to him. Looking back over her shoulder with a clear-cut challenge in her eyes, the NUSA President just smirks.
"Well? Are you really going to pass up an opportunity like this, V?"
Honestly? It's tempting. Passing up on the opportunity, specifically. Because… if he fucks her now, she's not going to be very happy later when she finds out it didn't actually move the needle for him one single bit. But on the other hand…
"It's the President of the New United States, V. Give her some of that magic cock. Maybe it'll soften the blow later on."
On the other hand, V has a devil on his shoulder with no angelic counterpart. With Alt egging him on and Rosalind right there all but presenting herself to him, the chances of V actually passing on this opportunity were always slim to none.
Striding forward, cock already hard and spit-polished, V grabs Myers by her hip, anchoring her in place with one hand while guiding his dick up to her waiting cunt with the other. She's only modestly wet as he rubs his cockhead against her from behind, so V takes it slow, pushing in a bit at a time and making Myers grunt as he stretches her open.
"You don't have to go easy on me. I'm the President of NUSA, not a fucking glass doll, V."
V just snorts derisively, not dignifying that with a response. He works his way in and out of Myers' sex and feels her get wetter and wetter for him. He also hears her breath hitch at least once, though she seems to be striving to control herself just as well as he did while she was blowing him before.
Regardless, much like he couldn't stop himself from getting hard in her mouth, Rosalind can't quite seem to help getting wet on his dick. The more he fucks her, the more aroused she gets, though she bites down on her moans and keeps it mostly to grunts and groans even as he sinks inch after inch of his cock into her from behind.
Eventually, V is sheathing his entire dick inside of the NUSA President, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the space as Myers gasps and grunts, her naked body shaking and trembling and developing a visible sheen of sweat all across it.
Reaching around to her front, V grabs her tits with both hands as he leans over her, his fingers splaying across her breasts and fondling them in a way that makes her gasp again. All the while, he's molding himself to her back, pushing deeper into her with his cock… and chuckling into her ear.
"You don't have to hold back either, Madame President. It won't matter how many times you cum for me or how much you moan for me, if I go around bragging about this, I'll just lie and say you moaned like a bitch and came like a fire hose anyways."
That makes Myers stiffen under him for a moment… before she ultimately lets out a gasping laugh.
"You mercenaries… are a-all the same… so… full of yourselves."
V grins wickedly.
"Only one of us is full of me right now."
Then, he bites Rosalind's ear while at the same time one of his hands goes down below so his thumb can harshly swipe across her clit. It's a perfectly executed maneuver, especially when you take into account his other hand pinching her nipple and his cock punching deep into her cunt at the same exact time.
Myers freezes in place… before a full body shudder goes through her naked form. Her lips remain stubbornly closed, but that just means V gets the cutest, most uncharacteristic whisper out of her that he's ever heard, rather than a properly wanton moan.
Still, as her cunt gushes on his cock and her inner walls flex and squeeze down on his shaft, there's no denying what just happened. V has just made Rosalind Myers orgasm all over his dick.
There's a brief pause as the older woman catches her breath. Before she can say anything though, V is already chuckling into her ear.
"Sorry. You know us mercenaries. We're greedy types."
And then he wraps a hand around her neck from behind and yanks her back away from the concrete pillar. Rosalind chokes, even as he starts to fuck up into her even harder. At the same time, he's pulling her back over to one of the mattresses.
He goes first, putting himself between the older woman and the mattress. Even on his back though, he's got Myers locked down in moments, his legs forcing her legs open and his arm hooking her arms behind her back. The hand on her neck remains there, not squeezing too harshly but still gripping firmly… even as he continues to fuck her from below.
"F-Fuck! V… you…"
"Just enjoying my bonus Madame President. To the fullest extent~"
Because really, this actually helped V out in a way. If he kept Rosalind Myers distracted for the night, it would be easier to do what needed to be done in the morning. She couldn't be allowed to know his true plans for her and this entire mess too early after all, or she might do something… unwise.
"So we're still on for all of that? Not going to change anything given this recent development?"
V shakes his head at Alt's question, knowing Rosalind can't see it right now with how she's pinned with her back to his chest, gasping and moaning and groaning as he pounds up into her pussy from below with a considerable amount of his might.
No. Nothing was changing. Just because Myers wanted to slut herself out to V didn't mean her manipulation was going to stick or that she was going to change his mind one lick about what he intended to do next. But Alt was right. He certainly wasn't about to miss out on fucking the NUSA President silly. That much was for damned sure.