AN: Here we go with the final update for the week. This finishes off the original chapter one, and makes a short few minor changes for the sake of humor and lewdness.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1.7: You Suck

The time slipped away from him as John considered his options carefully once more. It was a decision too important to make on impulse. However, after reading through his best options one more time, he conceded that there was truly only one choice among the possible candidates who met all of his qualifications.

"So, you have chosen, sir?" asked the Generica, a pleasant and professional smile upon her lips.

John nodded slightly, uncertain of how to respond to her professional pleasantness. "Yes."

She smiled politely once more, and brought the girl up on her screen. She searched the girl's profile for a moment then said, "She is still available and is willing to work with anyone who meets her requirements. Shall I put her into a queue status so no one else claims her while you finalize your decision sir?"

"Yes, please." John did not want to spend several more hours considering options, if he lost this potential partner to simple timing.

"Alright," replied the Generica as she made the selection for him, "Do you need a full spread sheet on her statistics and personality data?"

"I would like one, but I primarily wish to discuss contract terms." John gazed thoughtfully at the image of the girl pictured in the short-form dossier. Personality was overrated, so long as she would perform her tasks properly. The most important thing for him to know about her at the moment was the finer details regarding her contract.

"Of course. Let me verify that information for you, sir," said the Generica.

A brief moment passed while she gathered the necessary information. Once she looked it over, she turned her head back to him and said, "Sir, the contract is for a six month tour of duty. There is an option to continue the contract for up to two additional six month tours at the current price. Her fee is twenty thousand dollars per tour, and we add ten percent as a fee for our services."

"So, twenty-two thousand dollars? Is there no further requirement?"

"Yes, that is the price. However, be advised that you are also required to pay for her medical insurance and general maintenance while under contract." The Generica printed out a copy of the information, and brought it over to him.

"General maintenance?" John looked the information over to see what that tidbit was supposed to entail. He'd seen no mention of it previously.

"Food, shelter, ammunition, and expendables. A reasonable rate of eight hundred dollars per month should take care of her living expenses and insurance readily," she said, "This is only a suggestion, however. Once the contract is made the company is no longer part of the equation."

"Hmm, sounds fair. Can I see her detailed personality and statistical information?" he asked. The end result was a more expensive proposition than he liked, but it did seem fair. It was important to take care of equipment properly. He would not want her to be killed due to poor maintenance brought about by his tight-fisted ways. It would cut into his profit margin too much to hire someone new, after all.

She ran off a copy of what he requested and handed it to him for his viewing pleasure. If he chose to work with his chosen partner then he would receive her official dossier, a document that held information that only an owner or a contract holder would have access to most of the time.

John looked over the information. He noted her combat level, statistics, and known attacks and skills.

"She seems perfectly capable. I'll work with her," he stated after looking the information over for a few minutes. She did seem quite the remarkable find. The tamer reserve lacked anyone of this caliber. Despite the cost, he would be a fool not to acquire her services.

"Very good, sir," replied the Generica. She was quite happy with this transaction. She received a ten percent commission for every contract she helped broker. She didn't do much beyond fetch paperwork and answer questions, but that didn't matter. She was on duty and a contract occurred. Those were the best sort of work hours.

The contract was signed, and the necessary paperwork was completed on his end. His new hireling would arrive in a few hours to accept her assignment. There would be no unnecessary meet and greet, or other situation wherein the two individuals needed to spend intimate time together in order to make their choice. She already agreed to work with anyone the company located for her whom met her requirements.

John was given leave to settle in and watch television for a while in the backroom. It was a lounge area for customers to wait for their newly contracted hirelings. Free drinks, free snacks, and free cable were provided.

He watched a documentary on the Wild Life Channel regarding the mating habits of the large breasted Electricitit of Papa New Guinea. It was quite an electrifying show in all honesty. The bird demi-human was shown swooping down upon unsuspecting travelers and using their electrical powers to both excite and paralyze them. Afterward, the show became a different sort of spectacle.

John found himself fascinated by the subject's electrical control. How exactly did one generate electricity in such a state of arousal without electrocuting their partner?

The Electricitit's sensual body writhed atop her capture male plaything, while her vaginal walls sent small electrical currents through his manhood. His erection remained intact well beyond the point that such things should be allowed to die.

Onscreen, the bird demi-human threw her head back and cried out ecstatically as a powerful orgasm rocked her body. The image froze on screen and a voice over spoke aloud, "While this was a dramatization of what might occur in the wilds, please be careful when traveling near swarms of flying electrical demi-humans."

John listened with mild interest as the voice over continued, "Once an Electricitit has captured a mate, it is entirely possible that the hapless creature will die due to constant electrical stimulation."

Men were further cautioned that unless something is done to free themselves from the wild Electricitit's clutches, they may experience severe bruising of the genitals to the extent that amputation may be necessary to safe guard their lives.

"Fascinating..." said John. The wild demi-human was dangerous due to her amorous nature. However, the domesticate version seemed perfectly capable of controlling her electricity. It was just one more difference between the beasts in the wild, and a properly trained one.

Time passed leisurely. Eventually, the Generica came in to announce the arrival of his new contract. The man followed her out of the room and took in the sight of his contracted hireling.

Her name was Kara, and she was a Steel Valkyrie. He had not expected much in the way of personality considering some of the quirks of the breed, but she seemed human enough on first glance. She possessed the normal skin tone of a human female, and at the moment her arms actually were arms instead of arm canons.

"Kara this is John. He has contracted with you to be your tamer," stated the Generica matter-of-factly.

"Understood," replied the technologically derived demi-human in a flat monotone voice. She did not continue the conversation. Instead, she observed the area for signs of danger.

John was slightly unnerved by her presence, but he knew she would not be particularly touchy feely or overly emotional. In truth, actually appreciated that as it kept him from being more unnerved by the concept of being a tamer. The coldly logical way that she acted was a stark contrast to the easily aroused Genericas that he'd met over the last few days.

"We'll work together for six months. If we make a good team I may be willing to extend the contract. Will that be acceptable?" inquired the man.

"That is one of the stipulations of the contract. I do not feel concerns about such matters," she said without emotion.

John nodded. So they were agreed then? That was excellent news. Everything should easily fall into place now.

"Outstanding. Let's finish up the last of the paperwork and then you two crazy kids can get on with your day," said the Generica just before she unleashed a devastatingly perky smile. She loved the smell of money and romance. Of course, the romance was all in her mind, but hey those two would make a cute couple. One was a stoic individual who didn't talk much and seemed to be unconcerned with the feelings of others. The other was a demi-human who acted the same way. It was obviously love in the making.

John and Kara agreed with her, and the trio sat about finishing up their business. It promised to be an interesting time ahead for the new partners. John spent almost all of his remaining money on the contract, but he was excited about his prospects. The Generica would make a nice commission. Kara was simply happy to be employed. It was a win-win-win situation.