Screw Tomorrow

By Kaysee Renee Robichaud

Kaysee Renee Robichaud has written a lot of fantasy and contemporary stories. However, when she began her career, she also produced several exciting, erotic science fiction stories. These tales run the gamut from sobering space opera to quirky cyberpunk to exciting eco-punk. For the first time, these tales are collected together along with a brand new story.

In this collection, discover:

A city under constant assault by plants faces a completely different adversary, the product of a new step in evolution. Can these two wildly different species ever see eye to eye?

An attacked ship on the edge of space, damaged beyond repair yet occupied by two survivors. Can this couple secure a safe escape before the threat returns to finish the destructive work it started?

A future San Antonio where the Riverwalk has become a toxic deathtrap. Can an information courier and a more-machine-than-man bodyguard overcome impossible odds to decrypt information worth killing for?

These stories and more will unlock futures unlike any other, strange places where technological marvels and primal passions mix in unusual ways that have tickled Kaysee Renee's fans for years and garnered her critical praise.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Twice Told Tales II
• Release date: Jan 13, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463314586

Kaysee Renee Robichaud

"Kaysee Renee Robichaud ... balances perfect amounts of ... eroticism and adventure." -- Julian van de Camp,Wings of Steam BlogKaysee Renee Robichaud has been publishing her erotica and romantic fiction since 2008, through such well known book pulishers as Circlet Press, Ravenous Romance, Cleis and Alyson Books. Her work has appeared in numerous anthologies, including the Lambda Award finalist Women of the Bite, edited be Cecilia Tan. An audio version of her story "Adrift" appeared as episode 226 of the Nobilis podcast."Kaysee Renee Robichaud's [writing is] intense, nuanced ... poignant, [and] moving..." -- Sacci Green, Erotica RevealedKaysee Renee has lived all over the United States, but currently resides in southern Texas, where the winters are actually a lot like her childhood autumns. The summers, though, are pretty rough. She is eternally grateful for air conditioning, though a little sweat is good for the fiction."Kaysee Renee Robichaud [tells] a ... playful story, written in a breezy style." -- Jean Roberta, Erotica Revealed

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Screw Tomorrow

Sexy Science Fiction Stories

Kaysee Renee Robichaud

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. The publisher does not have any control over and does not assume any responsibility for author or third-party websites or their content.

Adrift first appeared in Women on the Edge of Space: Lesbian Erotic Science Fiction Stories published by Circlet Press, Cambridge, MA copyright © 2011. Love During Seeding Time first appeared in Only in the City: Erotic Tales of City Life published by Circlet Press, Cambridge, MA, copyright © 2010. Passing first appeared in Like Slipping Undercover: Erotic Spy Fiction published by Circlet Press, Cambridge, MA, copyright © 2014. Plug In first appeared on the Circlet Website's Microfictions feature in 2010, and then appeared in The Circlet Treasure Chest published by Circlet Press, Cambridge, MA, copyright © 2015. A Shelter From All Storms first appeared in Like A Treasure Found: Erotic Tales of Pirates published by Circlet Press, Cambridge, MA, copyright © 2011. Love in the War Zone is original to this collection.

Copyright © 2019 by Kaysee Renee Robichaud

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Dedication

This book is respectfully dedicated

to the pioneers of emotionally driven sf,

one of whom is sadly no longer among us.

Farewell, Harlan Ellison.

Table of Contents

Plug In

Love in the War Zone

Passing

Love During Seeding Time

A Shelter From All Storms

Adrift

Acknowledgments

About the Author

Plug In

While Johns cursed his severed datalink cable, Maggie produced a spare from her brown leather satchel. Tah-dah, she said with a knowing grin. Her hands ignored the flat, rectangular computer connection, choosing to instead fondle the quarter inch diameter, square plug on the opposite end.

It was not a new line. A meter long at most. The black rubber was strained white in places. Is that thing even stable? He nervously brushed the hairline over his left ear, his fingertips glancing across the cranial port for his cortex CPU implant. Too bad the wireless adaptors had never completely gotten around the neural interference issue. Physical cable use felt so obsolete.

It's old, she said, but serviceable. Just like you, her sultry smile added. To prove the point, she slowly turned loops round either hand and tugged it suddenly taut. Were it a belt, it might make a nice crack. If it doesn't transfer data for your courier, I might be able to tie you down with it, no?

Had that sort of roughness been the cause of the cable's stress? Maggie had a rep for hard play–it came with the Ninja Bodyguard, Inc. badge and black leather uniform–but using datalink lines seemed somehow sacrilegious. Then again, the idea of being bound by the very tools his profession considered sacrosanct connoted undeniable kink. The breath caught in his throat.

Maggie had gone back to playing with the square end, using it to trace gentle circles around her cherry red lips. Scarlet lines spread, and the plug tapped twice against white incisors before those too parted. Plug slid between, and lips closed down upon rubber casing, hiding the delights her tongue performed. Her cheeks moved as she took gentle, sensual drags. The smile never completely disappeared. Her kohl lined eyes narrowed, transforming playful into something transgressive.

Johns squirmed instinctively when the blood flowed south, erecting an uncomfortable tent in his pants.

The plug appeared again, slipping out from between her lips to hang limply, end shiny with saliva. She flicked it with her tongue, and then caught it and rolled the plug in gentle circles.

You, he swallowed heavily, done?

Her lips pursed in a pout, and she waved the cable like soft licorice. You don't want?

Johns again shifted his seat. She watched him, taking perverse glee in his discomfort.

Come on, Johns, she said, won't you let me slip it in? After a moment, she added, I won't tell anyone if you like it.

He had wanted his ha ha to sound belittling. Or at least self-assured. Confident. It sounded none of the above. His attention was still locked on her full, glossy lips and the promise of pleasures to be found between them.

Please, Johnny Johns?

He leaned forward and brushed his lips across hers. Her scent was a mix of exotic oils and musk. Even her breath smelled good. Fragrant as cut cherries.

She dropped the cable to his fishnet shirt, flicked it across one nipple. Then, the other. Is it my fault, she asked, your cable was defective?

Sabotaged more likely. The point stood. He was down a datalink line, and if he was going to upload the data for tonight's scurry, he was in need of a cable. He said Link me up.

I love it when you talk nasty.

That's because you're a nasty girl.

Her eyes flashed approval. She dragged the tip up his chest. Along his throat and around the curve of his jaw. Following the arc of his ear, sending tickle-shivers through his system. She played the plug along his hairline and then around the plug, while nibbling her lower lip.

Link it. A little close to begging, but the sensations were too potent.

Say pretty please.

A smirk touched his lips. Pretty please, Pretty Maggie Dollarsigns.

Her lips pushed forward into an endorsing o, and she slowly eased plug into his port. A discharge shiver signaled connection complete.

All better now? asked Maggie.

Lucky for you, my cable broke.

With a none too gentle pat on his cheek, she replied Who do you think cut it?

If he wasn't feeling so good, he might have chewed her a new one. As it was, he simply kissed her again, thinking about how sweet paybacks could and would be.

Love In the War Zone

At midnight, cells of Patriotic Suns surfaced in urban sprawls across the country to throw off the yokes of oppression. In sprawls like O'Hare, Logan and JayEffKay, those politicos did not wage their 9mm debates on peon couriers but on real Agents of Authority. Not so in South Texas, where the sons of bitches were as hot to collect my cranial CPU as to burn the city.

I had fled down to the river, among the vacant shells of food shops and kitsch-corners. With the lightning crackle of explosions and fires on street level above, the shadows ran deepest alongside the city's biggest embarrassment.

The three mile river running through the downtown SAT-Sprawl had been the site of romance and tourism dollars, back when the water was actually H2O. Factory runoffs had since made it toxin rich sludge. The surface was solid enough to leap frog across, so long as said leaper did not mind tumors blooming like crabgrass in his lungs.

As the city's atmosphere-scrubbers were running on emergency power, it was only a matter of time before all of Downtown turned deadly. The cleaners installed in my nostrils had already burned out, and the backups were running hot.

My survival instinct longed to get street side and away. However, I had to stay. The one man I could turn to dwelled riverside. There