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The Hotel Employees of the Future

Part 3

For PineconePangolin

By Draconicon

Self-satisfaction through oral turned out to be just a trifle less self-satisfying than Isabella would have liked. Not that the pleasure of giving herself a bit of oral attention was lacking in any way, it was just that...

Well, when she was trying to get off and couldn't, it was all the more frustrating when she kept trying different tricks that weren't working. For the first time, she could look at her own sex the way that she liked. For the first time, she could use her mouth to attack it from any angle that she liked, do things that would have been impossible for anyone else to have done before coming to this hotel, and for all that it felt amazing - and particularly learning what she could do to her clit from so many different angles - she found herself rather frustrated...

But in a sexy way.

She groaned through the night, waking up and falling asleep again and again as she worked through different tricks and attempts to get off. Several times, she even tried going back to her asshole, seeing if a sudden shock to the system would get her off in a way that it sometimes had during dry spells back at home. Yet, for all the different things she tried - and she tried a lot - the black jaguar just couldn't cum.

When the morning alarm went off, something that she'd neither set nor asked for, Isabella peered through bleary eyes. She flicked the lenses up to hide the sheer tiredness that she was sure was showing in bloodshot eyeballs, and got a surprising spritz right across her eye.

"Mmmph!"

"_ All employees will present as well-rested, bright and energetic, eager for the day, " the AI said in her ear. When she opened her eyes, the calico stand-in for the AI was standing by her bed, his arms crossed behind his back. " If the employee has not slept well, they will be treated to injections of energy-boosting stimulants. Do you require this? _"

"...I...think I might?" Isabella admitted. "OW!"

As soon as she'd said that she might need it, little needles jammed into the flesh where her flesh-torso and the augmented limbs were placed. She felt the warmth and chill of different drugs being added to her body, only to gasp as they started to take effect. The black jaguar jumped out of bed, panting for breath as her heart felt like it was going to leap out of her chest for a moment or two.

Thankfully, it calmed down quickly, but the sudden attack at her chest and lungs, the way that her blood had been stirred and woken up that fast, was almost too much for a normal person to be able to take.

As she shook her head in disbelief, the calico pointed down at the box of her 'toys.'

"_ Bring them with you. You will need to pass them out again. _"

"Mmmph...yes, sir..."

"_ Projections today are up to fifteen. I will allow you to estimate on the low end for offering your personal services. In addition, if a client demands you for an immediate service after you've made the offer, you are to take that. _"

Isabella blinked in the process of getting to her feet, slowly looking back at the calico AI. She blinked twice behind her lenses, trying to sort that out in her own mind.

"...Beg pardon?"

" Was I unclear?" The AI representation in her lenses looked down at her, not quite managing to look entirely living for a moment as it genuinely looked puzzled, but in a very wrong way, like something that was imitating a person's befuddlement. "_ I said that you must take the job as soon as it is accepted. If someone wants you for immediate satisfaction, you will leave the front desk and you will give it. _"

"But what about the other guests?" she asked.

The other guests? What about her own dignity? What about the fact that she'd go from the night-time prostitute to the on-call one? What about the fact that it meant that anyone could say "I want to fuck you" and she would have no choice but to go along and do it, just like a little sex drone on the street corner and -

Oh, why the hell was her pussy getting wet now?!

She blushed up a storm as she gathered up her things, tucking them under her arm, and tried not to feel too embarrassed as she walked to the door. With her eyes properly moisturized and no longer needing to hide them, she flicked the heart lenses off of her face again.

The night shift seemed to have gone to bed, which meant that she was the only bio-employee that was walking the halls. At least this time, she could walk around without flashing her tits to the other workers. Or her ass. The feeling of both of them being so much bigger than they had been merely two days ago was still something that she was getting used to, and it felt like she was carrying something more than she should in the process.

As she reached the elevator, she brought one hand up to her breasts. It was still so strange to feel how much bigger they were now, and yet, she still imagined them being bigger still. Admittedly, that would mean a sort of augmentation that would leave her rather marked from the results - she'd have stretch marks there for months if she made them any bigger and then shrunk them down again - but the black jaguar had to admit that it would be rather fun to have something so large, so attention-grabbing.

So slutty.

Isabella groaned under her breath, shaking her head. That wasn't all that she wanted to be, was it? She didn't want to be known as just that slut-girl down the road at the hotel, the whore that other people could just come and use as they pleased...did she?

Well, some part of her did, and it was dripping down along her other arm. She grumbled, still blushing up a storm.

Yet, despite herself, she still cupped one of her breasts. The feeling of latex fingers against her nipples was rather hot, and she could imagine some rather sexy mistress touching her like that, fondling her, teasing her. She started to huff softly, pinching her nipple gently. Yes, it was her own hand, and she could feel that hardening nub between her fingers, but that didn't mean that it didn't feel -

Ding.

The elevator had already moved, and it was reminding her to get out. Isabella meeped to herself, hurrying out and over to the front desk. She plugged her various parts into their slots, and they were pulled under the desk again.

Whatever she'd managed to do to get used to it yesterday had faded overnight, because her voice box yelped and her face buzzed, probably sending a sharp line across the mouth box that she had as both of her lower holes were penetrated by something big. Not as big as the elephant after her desk shift yesterday, but big enough to make her feel it. Her knees pressed together, her thighs grinding off of one another, the sensitive latex skin squeaking gently as it pressed against itself.

"Mmmph..."

She huffed and puffed, lowering her head to the desk for a few seconds as she got used to the feeling. It wasn't that easy to do, and she had to rely on the fact that her body was mostly augmented at the moment and didn't need her constant attention to stay up. The little whimpers that came through her voice box didn't stop, though, particularly as she could feel something pressing into her mouth, too.

Not fingers this time, but a cock. A long, slippery, fat-headed dildo of a cock that was going further and further back. Isabella almost gagged as it reached the back of her throat, but managed to keep it down.

She heard the AI's voice again.

"_ Remember. You are to offer your services to no less than seven of our potential gusts. You will have a penalty if you fall behind in the offers. _"

"I remember."

"_ Good. Good luck, Ms. Black. _"

The spheres clustered around her, and she felt almost like she was surrounded by a small cluster of pets. She smiled a bit, feeling the lips on the other side of the portal toys turning up with that, and she patted them.

"I'll be oka-aaaay!"

And just like that, she was up on her tiptoes again. Apparently, the stimulation today was going to include e-stim. Wonderful.

"I - what? Would you mind saying that again?"

"I said, I want you. And now."

That was what the black cat had been afraid she'd heard, something that she had been half-dreading, half-hoping for over the course of the day, but she hadn't expected it to be from this particular client.

She didn't even trip my gay-dar...

The hyena woman in front of her was dressed in a long black dress, the sort that ran from the chest - it was strapless - and all the way down to the floor. She'd heard the click, click, click of heels on the way from the door to the desk, and she had come in without a husband or boyfriend or family. That had been typical enough of most of their guests, to be sure, but from the opulence of the other woman down to the strange gentility of her speech, it had felt like this was a lady of means that was going back from the Star of the South from New Boston, merely looking for a good place of a person of her means to stay.

She'd made the offer of her services, expecting to be turned down so that she could add another one to her seven required offers, but now...

Oh god, oh god...

"Well?" the hyena asked, leaning against the desk. "I said what I want, girl. Now, are you going to give it to me? Or shall I just...take it?"

Isabella expected the drones to stop that hand coming across the desk counter, but they didn't. Instead, the hyena was able to freely grope her left breast, satin-gloved fingers working down to her nipple and -

"Mmmph!" Somehow, the fact that she moan-grunted in electronica only made her feel like more of a drone, more of a toy on display for a buyer. Oh, fuck...

"Tell me, girl. Are you trying to say that you're offering something that you're not selling? Seems a royal shame to put the goods out there and then say that they're not for sale...particularly ones as ripe as these..."

The hyena's hand was stirring things that she hadn't thought could be stirred up from her breasts alone, but it was the words that were making her melt. She groaned again, whimpering softly. She knew that the little sound lines on the end of her face were turning red with humiliation, pink-red that glowed brightly enough for her to see it. The hyena woman chuckled, leaving Isabella panting and stammering.

"I-I have to call so-some-someone to cover the de-ESK!"

The sudden yank upwards on her nipple almost pulled her over the desk. No, no, it did, dragging her forward so that her tits hung over the other side of it, leaving her helpless. The guest smiled.

"Then you better call them. Now. Otherwise, I might have to file a small complaint about a little girl that doesn't know how to do her job," the hyena said, her voice warm, teasing, but oh so firm.

It was not making this any easier.

"_ An assistant has been called, " the AI said, and she could tell that the hyena could hear it, too. " **_Ms. Black, you may leave reception.**"

"Well, well. It seems your boss did the job already. Come, girl."

"Mmmph...yes, ma'am. AH!"

The sudden slap across the underside of her breasts made her yelp, and she shivered as they came slapping back down against her chest. Oh, the weight of that just about had her dripping, the sudden tug, pain, pleasure of them being molested and teased right there in public, even without more of an audience.

"That's mistress for the next half-hour, girl. Come."

Left with little choice, she was pulled forward by her nipple. Not by a leash, or a hand, or even something vaguely civilized, but by her nipple, which was getting twisted and teased through the whole process. Isabella barely had a chance to get a keycard ready for the hyena, and her cheeks were burning up again.

Oh god, oh god, oh god...

She hadn't even had the chance to get her pussy, or her ass, or her mouth. Nothing was properly attached to her, and the hyena didn't seem to care. What sort of session was she going to want when there was no fucking, no ability for her to use her mouth to serve? What kind of things did this woman want?

They reached the second floor via the stairs, the hyena's room the first door on the left. They stepped inside, and the hyena shut it, locking it with a tap of her wrist-band.

"Undress me, girl."

"Y-yes, mistress."

She did as she was told, slowly taking the hyena's dress off, being careful with the delicate fabric. Now that she was touching it, she could see that it was a rather delicate thing, something expensive that was only barely held together by micro-emitters of nanites that were constantly rebuilding, shining, and shading the thing. If anything in the chain of emitters went down, then the whole dress would fail, leaving the woman naked in public.

Then again, if the hyena was at all concerned about that, she didn't show it. She remained still as she was undressed, humming softly to herself as she was stripped down to nothing. Isabella's own embarrassment seemed to take on all of the other woman's potential shame, since her cheeks burned as she looked down at the rising pseudo-penis between the other woman's legs, and at the healthy - but still smaller than hers - breasts that the other female had.

"W-what do you want me to do?" she asked.

"I want you to lay on the bed. I want to see just how sensitive that synth-flesh is...and how it compares to your real skin."

"Sensitive, mistress?"

"Lie down."

She did as she was told, going to the large bed. The cheaper room meant that there was a small living space before the bed at the back of the chamber, and the foot of the bed faced towards the door. She laid down, her latex paws pointing back towards the door and the hyena.

The female had already started rooting through her bag, and when she stood up, she held a series of tools that were all too familiar to the black jaguar. She stared at the flogger, at the bamboo rods, at the spiked wheel and the whip. They were all gathered together as implements of pain, and she shivered as she realized why the hyena didn't bother getting her other parts. Those were for pleasure; this was a pain session.

"I've never - zzzzzzzt."

"Ah. I didn't say that I wanted you to talk," the hyena said.

Confused, Isabella pulled the heart lenses over her eyes again. The AI was standing beside her, withdrawing its fingers from her voice box. The calico explained, speaking for her ears only.

"_ Your voice has been disabled for the next half hour for anything more than screams. The only word that you will be able to speak is 'pancake', which will be the word that cancels this session if it gets truly beyond what you can take. You will not be able to say that word until you physiologically and psychologically reach the point where you cannot take it and will be damaged by further play. _"

Isabella's eyes went wider, and she tried to say the word right then and there. The only thing to pop out of her mouth was a buzz and a slight break-down of electronica fuzz, almost like a bad dial-up modem from the old times.

The hyena chuckled.

"Well, let's see how much this girl can take. Let's start with those breasts of yours, hmm? Those big, fat jugs...let's see how well they take to punishment..."

The black jaguar had never imagined something going like this. Sure, she had occasionally wondered what a stricter, harsher mistress might be like in idle fantasies in the past, but never something that would be purely something to do with pain-play. She would have bitten her lips if she could have, but without an actual mouth present, and her own muzzle still spread by a dildo under the desk, she couldn't do it.

Her arms moved under the direction of the AI, moving over her head, exposing her breasts properly. She could not move them, couldn't cover herself. Her legs spread, her paws pointing towards the door, and then sliding along the foot of the bed until she was spread out properly.

As the hyena sat down on the bed, she had a flogger in one hand and a bamboo rod in the other. She tapped the rod itself gently against the underside of the feline's breasts, making them ripple slightly from just how huge they were.

"Look at that. Fat tits, just begging for a beating."

"Mmmpmh..."

"Mmm, you like that, huh? You like a little humiliation with the pain? Heh, big-breasted slut...showing off all the time, just like you're the whore of the week?"

"Mmmph...nnngh..."

She was able to moan, and her body was too honest with her to keep her from doing it. She could feel the pink flickers and see them, see the way that the colors rippled off the other woman. Color-coded emotion talk. Great. Even more exposure.

WHAP!

A sudden hit with the bamboo rod, making her breasts bounce from the strength of the impact. Isabella's eyes went wide at the sudden shaking, the feeling of tension rippling through, then the heat of the pain.

"AH!"

A gasp, nothing more, but the sound was enough to encourage the hyena. A few little taps after, moving up and down the previous point of impact. She tried to brace herself, knowing that it wasn't going to work, but she still -

WHAP!

"AH!"

Another hard hit, and she was huffing, hissing, puffing, whimpering. She could feel the heat running through her chest now, the ache that came after the hit. Was there a bruise under her fur? Would people see what she'd gone through? Would they know what the hotel had allowed to happen to her?

Her pussy, way off at the front desk, had to be juicing now. She could feel it wetter than ever, and she wasn't sure if she liked that. She didn't want to be so easy. Pain was supposed to hurt, not -

WHAP!

This time, it was right across her nipples, and her eyes went so wide so fast that she swore that they were going to pop right out of her sockets. The bamboo rod was replaced with clawed fingers, fingers that traced circles around both her nipples at once.

"Mmm, you liked that one, I could tell. Look at you, little pain-slut. Looks like these big, begging breasts of yours are just aching for a proper beating. Maybe I should give them a few little marks, just to help you advertise..."

"Mmmph...mmmm-mmmph...mmmph..."

The lock on her voice box was as good as a gag, and the embarrassment factor was not helping. She could feel the slight ache running through her breasts, and only getting worse as the clawed fingers pulled back and the flogger came into play. The leather strands ran over her breasts, tickling her nipples for a moment. The first little rotation of the leather strands, the first little spin, was barely more than a gentle rasp over her fur and flesh.

And yet, there was the promise of heat, of stinging welts, of things that would linger and mark her and -

The hiss of the flogger grew stronger, and stronger, the hyena spinning her wrist faster and faster. The light strokes turned into clawing bits, and then -

Wha-wha-wha-WHAP!

Dozens of leather straps hit her at once, and she screamed through her voice box, arching her back off the bed. She could barely move, but her spine and shoulders were still hers, and that pushed her up and forward. The following back and forth strikes rained little stars of pain across her chest, running down her breasts to her belly and then back up. She could feel the pinprick fires of pain sprouting, burning, spreading across her with each strike.

The spin-down slowed, and she shivered, huffing and panting, sweating from the sudden heat that ran through her middle. The ache, the pain, the punishment for thinking and focusing on other things: it was all coming home, and she could feel the welts rising beneath her fur, the marks that she would carry for this.

"Mmmm, that's good. You can take it well, girl."

"Mmmph..."

"But still no safe-word? I guess we'll have to see how well the rest of you takes it..."

The flogger ran down along her belly, the leather straps teasing her stomach before moving to her thighs. Isabella's eyes went wide right off the bat, realizing the pseudo-flesh was even more sensitive than the rest of her. Or maybe it had been made so by the AI. Or maybe she was already just so sensitive from the beating that the rest of her had gotten. In any case, it meant that she could feel the leather far more.

Her expression had to have been obvious, and the hyena confirmed it, grinning widely.

"Oh, look at that. A weak spot, hmm? Let's see..."

Wha-wha-wha. The slow wind-up began, the leather spinning around and around and around, rasping against itself and against her. The stinging had already started, the fire beneath the skin, the -

WHAP! WHAP!

The crack and smack of the leather straps against one thigh, then the other had her screaming again. Two sharp squeaking squeals, even as she wanted to clench her teeth. Her arms refused to move, her legs likewise, leaving her barely able to squirm her hips and her chest as she was hit down there. Another strike, up and hard, right where her pussy would have been, but that was safe somewhere else.

Her bare flesh, however, was still sensitive. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets at the hit, and she whimpered, sweating across every single bit of her real flesh, even as the latex-skin didn't show the marks that were being left. She could still feel them, but they were unmarked, making her look unharmed.

The flogger made its way all the way down her legs, and only stopped at her ankles. By the time that the hyena had reached that point, Isabella was a melting, sweaty mess, and her voice box felt like she should have shredded her voice by that point. Yet, for all that she was in pain, for all that the aches were spreading through her like wildfire, she couldn't bring herself to say that stupid word. 'Pancake'. It'd stop it all, but...

But some part of her wanted it to continue, and that part was the part in charge now.

"Onto your back."

She expected the next part to focus on her ass, since that was the other fleshy bit that was still there. Isabella was allowed to move, her arms and legs under her control so long as she was using them to flip over. She did, but no sooner had she done so than she felt something different running along the bottom of her paw.

"Ah..."

She gasped at the feeling of the sharp spikes of the pinwheel running along her toes. They were so sharp, so...so tingly compared to what she'd been going through so far, but the latex flesh was still sensitive enough to pick up everything.

Everything, and then some, as it was sharper to her than she had felt when she had experimented with little pins on her thighs. That had been interesting, even nice, if painful, but this...

"Nnngh...gah...nnngh...mmph!"

"It seems that someone has sensitive toes..."

"Gnnngh...mmmph..."

She wasn't even allowed to answer as a person. She was there as a toy, unable to speak, only able to grunt, moan, and scream. And whine, apparently, as the hyena pushed down a little harder with the pinwheel, the needles digging into her latex toes that much more. She couldn't curl them to protect them, either; programmed bondage kept her paws still, allowing them to be tormented.

The needles rolled down along her toes, over the little joints on the underside, and then up to the meat of her paws. They ground down onto the pads, almost stabbing in more than once, and she gasped when she felt them working towards the more muscled part of her paw, running up past the heel and nearly to the ankle before coming back down.

Needle, needle, needle, prick and poke. Her eyes closed tightly, grinding into the bed as much as she could, but the whimpers kept coming. The little stings, the little pricks, reminding her how sensitive her paws were.

"Naughty girl, walking around like this. You'll get your paws dirty, and then what will people think? Not just a whore, but a streetwalker. An alley cum-dump. Cheap and dirty and slutty enough that she can't even afford to get shoes, to clean her feet. A dirty little girl that just loves it."

The needles pricked at her soles one more time before the pinwheel was taken away. She had a moment to breathe before -

Tap tap tap tap tap.

Oh no, oh -

WHAP!

The bamboo rod came down again, leaving a solid pink line through the latex skin for a moment before it faded. Tap tap tap tap tap -

WHAP!

"AAAAAH!"

She screamed for a moment, the heat burning through her paws, the pain, the reminder of how far down she was sinking hitting her harder and harder by the second. She struggled to breathe, struggled to catch her breath as she felt the rod go to her other foot, stroking, tapping, finding a sensitive spot along the meat of her pad -

WHAP!

"NNNGH!"

"That's it. Take your punishment, girl. Take the pain. Take the pain, and fall..."

And that was exactly what Isabella did.

She wasn't sure if she woke up so much as she rebooted at the end of the session. She could barely move, at first, but thankfully, the pseudo-skin healed faster than skin did. The hyena helped her to her feet, and Isabella's latex legs allowed her to keep her footing while she wobbled from left to right.

"Mmmph..."

"Well, you took that well. I might have to order you again before I leave."

"I'm glad you l-liked it, Mistress," Isabella said, feeling more than slightly off. It felt almost like being a bit drunk as she tried to recover. Even though her legs were fine, she swore she was still getting pain signals as she put weight down on her abused paws. "Is there a-anything else you n-need?"

"I already used my half hour. You get back to the desk, drone."

Drone. Not girl. That made something click, and she nodded, leaving the room.

Though it still stung as she walked along, she found most of the aches fading. Not so much the ones along her breasts - though they were less marked than she'd feared, she realized as she walked by a mirror - but the rest of the pain on her thighs and paws were fading quickly enough. She'd be fine by the morning, for sure.

As she walked down to the main desk, she could hardly believe that she'd enjoyed that as much as she did. The sensation was...well, intense, to put it mildly. She knew that pain-play was, from what little she'd read, but she never expected it to hurt as much as it did. She thought pain-play was more on the play side than the pain.

Yet, for all that, she had liked it. The feeling of her own juices caked against her pussy was not a hallucination. She had been getting off to that without ever having her sex touched or anything more sensitive than her breasts groped.

Maybe...maybe I am a bit of a pain slut, she thought as she walked up to the desk. Whoever had replaced her had left before she arrived, and she hoped that nothing had gone wrong in her absence. She was already starting to settle into the role, and was starting to worry that someone else might do it worse than her. That was probably a good sign.

Probably.

As she pulled up the list of those that had checked in while she was busy - one guy, but one of the gay ones from the look of things, so a missed opportunity to cheat a bit - the AI spoke with her again.

"_ According to my readings, you handled that well. And Ms. Agumo filed a review of 5/5 stars. _"

"...There's a review system?"

"_ It is optional, but it is there. All clients may review the amenities of the hotel. _"

"I guess I forgot that's what I was."

"_ It seems so. At any rate, here is a reward. Consider it a manager's thanks for a job well done. _"

Before she could ask what the AI meant, she felt a blast of pleasure running up and down her spine. It started at the point where the arm augments met behind her back, just under her head, and she realized that the AI had tapped right into her nervous system. The black jaguar's eyes went wide just before -

"MMMMPH!"

She would have fallen if her legs hadn't locked automatically, and she could feel her tongue flopping out from her muzzle under the desk. Oh fuck, oh fuck. It was like the feeling of getting fucked, getting punished, getting eaten out, getting rimmed, and getting fucked in all three holes at once was getting combined together all at once. Her eyes were on the verge of popping out, and she was on the verge of completely collapsing.

The sheer blast of pleasure should have put her body over the edge right then and there, but there was something holding her back from cumming. She couldn't get off. She couldn't finish.

"_ Enjoy your pleasure. This will end when your shift concludes, so please enjoy it while it lasts. _"

This was going to last the rest of the day?! She'd barely made it past lunch. She had at least two and a half hours left to go for the day before dinner came around, and she had to spend it while she was getting hammered like this without being able to cum?!

Oh god, if she hadn't been kept back from climaxing, she had a horrible feeling that the constraints that the AI had put on her would have done it. She whimpered, her breasts flattened against her desk as she kept getting hammered by the pleasurable, edging, blissful, torturous sensations.

The job had just gotten that much harder.

The End

Summary: Isabella has her first 'different' client, and she finds out that she likes certain things a great deal more than she expected.

Tags: F/F, black jaguar, feline, hyena, prostitution, hotel, cyberpunk, portal, drone, body control, flogger, bamboo rod, pinwheel, needle wheel, pain play, paw torture, BDSM, pleasure, edging, chastity, series, wet, public, exhibitionism, dom/sub, breast play,