Locked Throttle

Buckle up was not a suggestion. Neither was the cliff.

Gigi thought she was testing the torpedo scooter. The scooter thought it was testing her. Cyan belts snapped across her hips and chest before she finished saying yes—AI voice flat and amused: buckle up— and the saddle between her latex thighs vibrated like a threat. Five seconds of polite taxi along the reef. Then the nose pitched and the world became vertical blue.

Speed. Not cinematic glide—actual violence of water. Gigi’s bangs tore back, red lips open on a sound the ocean ate. The belts did not give. The AI said, almost fond, now you are in for a ride, and the drop-off opened like a throat. She tried to yank the release. The release laughed in LED. Pressure stacked on her chest. Arousal hit harder than panic, which was saying something.

At the bottom of the first dive the scooter banked so hard Gigi’s vision tunneled. Lucy was waiting on the sand in full black latex, chain in one hand, as if the ocean floor had a reception desk for bad decisions. The AI slowed just enough for Lucy to hook the chain through Gigi’s chest belt and yank her—scooter and all—into a tighter orbit. Lailani appeared from the other side on fins, grabbed Gigi’s hair, and kissed her hard enough to steal what little air the belts had left her.

The second run was worse and better. Prop wash hammered their bodies. Lucy rode the flank of the scooter like a predator, hand between Gigi’s strapped thighs, mouth at her ear even underwater—shape of words that meant deeper. Lailani took the nose, guiding the AI with a stolen control pad, eyes bright with the cruelty of someone who loves a good crash. Gigi came strapped in, body jerking against the belts, scooter still screaming forward into darker blue.

When the AI finally leveled, Gigi’s face broke a pocket of surface in a cave mouth for one animal gasp. “Don’t surface,” she ordered the machine, voice raw. “Lock me. Again. Faster.”

Cyan lights pulsed. Belts cinched a notch tighter. Somewhere below, Lucy and Lailani were already diving to intercept. The throttle opened like a smile with teeth.