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The Hotel Employees of the Future

Part 4

For PineconePangolin

By Draconicon

When the buzzing finally stopped going up and down her body, Isabella almost didn't know how to feel. Numb, she supposed? After so much intense use of her nervous system, she was a little surprised that she didn't faint as soon as the pleasure stopped. It had been edging her and ramping her up for nearly three hours, and she didn't know how she was still conscious at this point.

She stumbled backwards, her back hitting the wall and her breasts bouncing. She gasped as the sudden fall and flop against her chest dragged her forward again, snapping out of the pleasure trance as she nearly banged her breasts against the computer screen.

"Okay...okay, I'm awake..."

That meant that she had dinner time, now, and then she'd have to start working on servicing the other clients that had come in and wanted her service. That would be two males and another female, and possibly another session with the hyena if that woman decided that she wanted it. She blushed at the thought, wondering what it would be like to take the pain again like that.

Or be marked more, come to think of it.

She ran a finger along the underside of her breast, blushing as she felt the sting of the bamboo rod down there again. It had been a firm series of slaps and smacks when that woman had gone off on her, but at the same time, she couldn't help but love the way that it felt. There was something...powerful there, something authoritative that was overwhelming and just made her feel...happy.

Happy and sexy.

She pulled her holes out of the slot under the desk, tucking them under her arm and making her way around the desk. There was a restaurant for the staff on the fourth floor, and she was eager to get some food in her stomach. It was going to be a little awkward, but she hoped that she'd be allowed to eat properly this time.

The elevator moved as quickly as it ever did, depositing her on the fourth floor. Several other employees were either waking up or getting ready for bed, and while the drones were going to different ports to plug themselves in, the other bio-employees - only some of which she recognized from the day before - were making their way to the restaurant as well. Whether they were getting breakfast or dinner, they needed food just the same as her.

It was kind of nice, really. It reminded her that they were all somewhat similar, even if they were all augmented differently.

And very differently, in some cases. There was a mouse girl that walked by that had been completely replaced from the waist down, having eight different mecha-limbs that carried her around like a half-spider, and her upper body was sheathed in latex on one arm, across most of her torso, and up her neck. She looked a little more like a mechanic, she guessed, rather than a sex worker.

Then again, all those legs...

Isabella blushed, watching as the parade of different workers, about two-thirds of them female and one-third male - at least, visibly - making their way to the restaurant. She followed at the tail end of them, fumbling with her muzzle hole. She managed to get it off of the handle, but when she tried to stick it on her face, it refused to do the magnetic thing. Instead, it fell down, and she barely caught it before it could kiss the floor.

"Why won't it work?" she muttered.

"_ Your voice box will suffice at the table. Feed your tools the way that you would feed a pet. _"

"...Somehow, I should have guessed I'd have to do this..."

She sighed under her breath, blushing as she imagined holding her own muzzle in her arms like a baby and feeding it bits and pieces of scraps and food. The idea was more embarrassing than she liked to admit, but at the same time, she realized that it was probably for the best. If she got used to having a muzzle again rather than a voice box, she'd start moving it around, and that might start making problems for customers that were trying to use it as more of a sex toy. Better to keep it separate.

She was still rather embarrassed at being naked in front of so many people, but considering that they were all naked, too, that made things a little bit better. Still, she was getting a lot of looks for being in a room full of sex workers. She supposed she was new, and that probably made her feel sexier than she should be, but that was still weird. She walked over to the far end of the room, making her way down the line. A tray hovered over to her, and she got a good grip of it. As soon as her fingers made contact, it beeped at her.

" Isabella Black. Confirm Identity."

"Um...yes?"

" Acknowledged."

A line of lights lit up along the floor, directing her away from the main line and over to a shorter one at another wall that she hadn't noticed at first. She blinked, following it tentatively, half-expecting to be told off for it. When she wasn't, she joined up with a small cluster of other felines, wondering what was going on.

She copied them as they walked down the line, lifting her tray and holding it under a dispenser. When they touched it with their thumbs, she did the same. A beep followed, and she was given three different cubes on different parts of her tray. She was still rather confused until she saw them pouring steaming water on their cubes, and Isabella tried that.

As soon as she did, the cubes burst open, revealing a beautifully made prime rib, a side of half-shredded, fluffy hash browns with cheese on top, and a pudding of cream and vanilla. She stared at the mass of food, rather different from the snack of bananas and small fruits that she had managed to snag for her meal last night before getting to work. Either she had missed out horribly, or this was a reward for the day, as well.

Looking around at the food that everyone else had, she could tell that she had just missed out. She made a note not to skip the dinner period again, and then looked for a place to sit.

The restaurant had a series of hexagonal tables that were built into the floor, or perhaps had come from it. The six-sided surfaces were bronze on the rim and gold in the middle, with a black underside that seemed to cast a shadow like a tablecloth towards the floor. The floor and walls themselves were definitely of a more subdued color than the rest of the hotel, more shimmering gold and bronze and black, almost like a place of rest, a honeycomb of a room.

Yes, that was an actual description, she realized, as the walls were six-sided, as well, with only one open to the hallway that they had come from. She shook her head in mild disbelief.

"Hey, new girl!"

Blinking her way from her thoughts, she looked up at the speaker. It was a vixen that was seated at a nearby table. She waved her hand high, calling Isabella over, and the black jaguar smiled back, making her way over.

The vixen was different, again, from the other employees that she had seen. While most of them had been naked but without much to show down between their legs, this vixen was in the process of switching out a cock for a pussy, putting the other down like a dildo on a stick. Isabella blushed a bit at the sight, trying not to stare as things were exchanged more like a mechanical process rather than a purely portal-based thing like she had.

I wonder if I'm just the newest model, or if there's a different reason for this...

She waited for the vixen to finish changing the parts out, letting her eyes flick up and down a bit. As a black jaguar, she wasn't exactly short, but the vixen was surprisingly tall for her species, about Isabella's height with ears that made her taller still. Not quite fennec ears, but big ears, regardless.

When it came to augments, either the vixen had gotten almost an entirely new body, or she had just traded out her fur for the latex pseudo-skin that Isabella had on her arms and legs. Even the vixen's tail was pulled back into a sort of permanent curve, making her look like she had a bit of a teacup handle sticking out from the back of her ass. The black jaguar blushed as she imagined having something like that sticking out from her spine, and decided it'd be better not to give the AI more ideas.

The soft squeak-squeak that came from the latex fingers rubbing something into place was rather distracting, but it was certainly something that kept her rather...interested. She blushed, hiding her holes under the chair and putting her muzzle on the table.

"So, how's your first couple days been?" the vixen asked.

"Um...they've been okay."

"Ah, drone-mouth, huh?"

"Is that what you call it?"

"Well, you're made to look all cutesy, get rid of your regular voice for something that's all happy and electronica."

"...Cutesy? Happy?"

"Well, try and whine without making it sexy."

Isabella thought about it. The more that she did, the more she realized that everything that she had said since she'd lost her regular voice had been upbeat, and when she was confused, she had a bit more of a ditzy voice rather than just the sound of a confused girl. She blushed over the metal parts of her face, and the vixen chuckled.

"Or just figure it out on your own. Guess you still got the brains, huh? Not a full drone?"

"Not...most of the time, I think."

"Don't worry. If the boss didn't already convert you, that means she's not looking for a bimbo yet."

"She? I thought -"

"Oh, does the AI look like a guy to you?"

"More androgynous, I guess."

"Looks different to everyone. Just guessed that, you know, with what you were doing earlier..."

"Oh god, what did you think I was doing earlier?"

"The boss streamed your time with the hyena to the rest of us. Said it was something about getting lessons on how to interact with clients, if need be." The vixen shrugged. "Most of us just saw it as a lesbian getting off, and most of the guys were jerking off to it."

"Oh god..."

She covered her face, hardly believing that she'd already taken it that far. Even though she'd expected to be in something pornographic at some point in the job, she hadn't expected it to be streamed through the hotel for everyone on the staff to see. The fact that she'd been doing a pain-play session, too. What the hell did they think of her now? What the hell did they think that she wanted out of relationships, for that matter? How much of a slut did they think she -

"Hey, hey, girl. Look at me. Look at me."

Isabella was panting, but even that was cutesy. It was a squeaky sort of sound coming from her voice box, and the black jaguar couldn't stop until the vixen reached over and pulled her head close. They stared eye to eye, and then -

Scritches. Soft, gentle scritches under her chin. The feline shivered, lowering her head slightly, allowing the feeling to run through her head and down her spine.

"Theeeeere we go. That's better. Relax. Just relax."

"Mmmph..."

"Better?"

"...Better..."

"That's good. Now, just take a few deep breaths. It's fine. You're a sex worker. Everyone's gonna stare at you. Just means that you need to put on a good show, huh? And you and the hyena did a good job. You're a good whore. A good slut. Doesn't that give you something to be proud of?"

"Yes...yes..."

The vixen kept petting her for a few more minutes until she was able to sit up on her own. Taking a few more deep breaths, Isabella rubbed her burning cheeks, shaking her head a few times. She wordlessly cut the prime rib into a few chunks, slowly pushing them into her muzzle on the table. Seeing her own lips curling around food, seeing what they did from a distance, was rather weird, and slightly disconcerting, she had to admit.

As she fed herself, she found that she was able to keep the sound of her chewing and chomping separate from the voice box, at least, as long as she remained focused. She had a feeling the AI was going to test her on that later.

"Sorry. I just...I'm not used to it yet," Isabella said, shaking her head. "I mean, I bet you guys are more used to it, working her longer than I have. I bet you've had lots of clients and people staring at you."

"Staring, yes. Clients, no. You're the only sex worker here."

"...I'm..."

"Yeah. Everyone else here works on different parts of the hotel. Maintenance, with Molly over there," the vixen said, nodding over to the eight-legged mouse. "Sam, the bull? He works with the food delivery companies. Carlos, that rat? He...well, he's more the house PITA, but he gets the, uh...'useful unreliables,' shall we say?"

"Nobody else..."

"Nope. You're the first whore in the hotel. And from what we're seeing, you're setting a pretty high bar for the rest of the ones to follow."

...I'm naked...in a restaurant...filled with naked coworkers...and I'm the only one that boinks for pay...

What bits of her anxiety and embarrassment that had faded away came rushing back in a surge of red in her cheeks, and she swore that her metal muzzle started to glow bright red with her humiliation. The vixen's eyes widened, and she jumped to her feet, waving and shouting at the mouse.

"Molly! Get your big metal butt over here, now!"

No questions, just action. The mouse turned and skittered over, all while Isabella could feel the front of her muzzle overheating, getting more and more overwhelmed with the stimulation that it was getting from her increasingly jumbled brain. Her lenses were flicking in and out, covering her eyes and then pulling away again, with increasingly insane levels of details on each, with 404 coming up more and more frequently.

It got to the point where Isabella couldn't see and didn't entirely care that she couldn't see. Her mind was so overwhelmed with embarrassment and confusion and everything else that she didn't have the mental wherewithal to really understand what was going on and why it was bad anymore. She was on the verge of a complete mental breakdown when -

Click-chunk.

And just like that, everything froze. Her body stopped moving, her head stopped tilting back, her fingers stopped the spasms that they were just starting to have. She didn't have anything moving, and she couldn't move anything. The lenses over her eyes were frozen, no more data coming through, nothing but the last image that she had seen.

"Jesus fuck, the boss hit her hard with these upgrades..."

That was a new voice. She didn't know it, didn't have a name in her brain for it. Didn't have much in her brain at all at that point.

"Sorry. I think I overwhelmed her. She didn't know much yet."

"Yeah, fucking right with that. The databanks are nearly empty."

"What? You're sure?"

"I'm plugged into her fucking head. I'm sure. The boss didn't - oh fucking fuck. That's why."

"What?"

"He gave her RAM, but no databanks for anything."

"Well...that explains a lot. She's built for sex, so she needs to be able to handle all the sensory information."

"Yeah, but he didn't teach her anything. There's no implants, no memory banks for orders, just...RAM."

"Well...looks like he's relying on us to make this work."

"Fucking asshole."

"Yeah, but what can you do? Give her a reboot and let's get this fixed."

"Yeah, yeah, I know how to do my job..."

Isabella didn't know what that meant, but she knew that her vision was narrowing down. Like two black lines running along the top and bottom of a screen, they were gradually collapsing. They made it halfway down, like curtains, and then slammed shut.

Whoomp. Whir. Buzz.

And then she was sitting up again, her lenses off to the side, her eyes clear again. She looked from the vixen to the mouse - Molly, she remembered abruptly - and then back again. She held up a finger, then slowly dropped it again.

"...I had a bit of a breakdown, didn't I?"

"Putting it pretty damn mildly," Molly muttered. "You just about blew a whole series of circuits there. What the hell was he thinking, installing stuff like that?"

"What do you - oh. Oh." Isabella blinked, the rest of her memories coming back bit by bit. "I was overheating, and...and there was something...you said that I didn't have databanks? Or didn't have instructions?"

"Well, at least this one pays attention," Molly muttered, rubbing her forehead. "Okay, let's just get this straight, new girl."

"Isabella."

"Fine. Whatever. Here's something you gotta keep in mind. You're made different to the rest of us right now. Most of us have a memory implant jammed somewhere inside of us. For me, it's right under my guts, since some genius decided that he'd put it in with the rest of these things," the mouse said, lifting two metal legs that whirred around, shifting into hands for a second before going back to being pointy little things. "The AI boss? He uses that to keep us up to date with our tasks, give us a little more storage and processing space.

"He didn't do that with you. He gave you RAM, probably to deal with the fact that he's got you all modded up to be hyper-sensitive and shit to whatever the customers wanna do to you. Wireless access to all that crap, too, so he can turn it up and down whenever he likes, but knowing him, he's gonna hit you with it CONSTANTLY."

"But...if I have all the RAM..."

"RAM don't mean shit without a good processor. And all you got is the base brain that all of us were born with. You can keep from burning out because the RAM's expanded, and you can keep all that stimulation from blowing your brain out, but if you get hit with a thought that you can't process, it won't do a damn thing. You nearly blew your voice synthesizer out just now. What the hell was Bea telling you, anyway?"

"...That...I'm the only sex worker here?"

"Breasts like a bimbo and brain like one, too. No wonder you got this job."

"Hey, hey. Molly. Lay off," Bea said, the vixen putting a hand between her and the half-spider mouse. "She's still new. This is her second day. She's still trying to figure this out."

"Well, figure it out slower. I want to relax on my dinner, not have to do extra work. And besides, she's - GAH!" The mouse slapped her lower half, making the wide ring where the legs were anchored clang with an echo. "Keep up with the rest of me, processor. Almost fucking said...Ugh."

She didn't know what to say as Molly drifted off, heading back to her table. The bit of white fur that was exposed around all the other latex bits was...well, almost as pink as her face had felt a few minutes ago. She looked back at Bea - or at least, she assumed that was what the vixen's name was - and cocked her head to the side.

"What was that?"

"That's her having a crush. Don't let it get to you."

"You're kidding me."

"Nah. She only saves the cute ones."

"Okay, one, weird. Two, I'm not cute. Three, why?"

"A, not that weird. B, you are, and sexy, too. C, because she thinks she's butt-ugly and she doesn't want anyone else to lose their looks. The ones that are already ugly, far as she's concerned, might look better after an unfortunate accident."

That was a weird viewpoint to have, she had to admit. Particularly thinking that she was ugly. She glanced back at Molly. Taking a closer look, she could see that the mouse woman's latex pseudo-skin didn't have the same shine that hers did, nor did it completely seal to some of the woman's flesh. She could see how it was a bit older, too, lacking the new shine that the others in the room had.

More than that, it wrapped up and around her head, covering one ear that, now that she looked at it, was less coated with the stuff and more replaced by it, like there had been a stump there. Lines of black crept up, mostly covered, but if one looked close, you could see that there were marks under the latex skin that were...well, they didn't imply good things had happened.

"Is she okay?"

"She's better than she was," Bea said, nibbling at her own food. "She used to curse us all out. Used to spend all night on the ceiling when she wasn't fixing stuff. These days, she just sits at a table by herself."

"Ouch."

"Baby steps. It's taken a year or so to get her that far."

"Well...thanks for standing up for me."

"Hey, no problem," Bea said, shifting to her pudding. "You're new. Not like you got the instructions the rest of us did. We got an owner's manual, employee handbook, and pretty much everything else about the hotel in that implant she was talking about. It gets updated every day with the employee list, job details, everything."

"So...why didn't I get that?"

"Search me. The AI is trying new things all the time. Maybe she's seeing if there's something more 'bio-efficient' in letting the brain do what it wants, giving it resources rather than instructions."

"Somehow, I don't think that he's letting a whore get around without instructions."

"Heh, maybe not. But maybe she is. Who knows with an AI?"

"This one's...different. I'm used to the more brusque, pushy ones."

"And this one isn't?"

"Well, he...he is pushy, but there's something else there. Something aggressive, but also...homely. Like he wants something."

"Couldn't tell you what, dear. Anyway." The vixen ripped a package open, wiping her mouth down. "You know what you've been augmented with yet? Besides, you know, the obvious?"

"The arms and legs?"

Bea nodded, and Isabella looked down at herself. The black jaguar knew that her breasts had been modified, as well as her butt and her face. Her three holes were gone, but there was something else that she'd noticed, something that she hadn't brought up yet.

"Um...I was thinking..."

"Heh, go on."

"Well, um. I noticed that I haven't needed to, um...go..."

"Oh, that. Standard nanite addition these days. Pump them into the bladder and the bowels, and just have them clean it all out."

"All the time?!"

"Hey, saves on bathroom breaks. More productivity that way, and in your case, less mess for the clients."

"...I didn't think about it that way."

Well, that explained why everything was staying so clean lately, and why she hadn't noticed any smells around anything down there. She looked under her chair, hardly believing that had been done. As she sat up again, her breasts nearly swung her forward, and she groaned as she had to stiffen up and tense hard to keep from being flung off of her chair. Bea chuckled.

"Up there too, huh?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well, guess it's back pain in your future."

"W-well...I'd say it's worth it."

"Really?" Bea asked, tossing her spoon down on her tray. "Why don't you walk me through that one a bit, huh? I mean, personally, I'm looking forward to knocking mine down a size."

"Well...I don't know. It's hard to say. I just...like them big. Just like I like what they did to my butt. It's just..."

"Just what?"

"I kinda wish that the AI had made them bigger."

"Oh, dear. If that's all, don't you worry. You'll get it."

Isabella blushed, reaching up and cupping her breasts. The feeling of her own latex hands against them was still rather lovely, but it was the weight of her breasts that really grabbed at her. She felt just how big they were, how heavy they were, and even with relatively large hands for her size, she still couldn't grope them properly at their new size. They were made to be big, to be seen, to be weights that swung about as she was fucked, to give other people a good show when she was being used.

And she still wanted more.

I really am a slut...somewhere...in here...

She curled her fingers, digging them in.

"They still feel real."

"That's because they are. Mind if I steal your pudding?"

"Yes!" she yelped, grabbing her tray and pulling it out of the vixen's reach. "Pudding is mine. All mine."

The vixen chuckled, shaking her head, and it took Isabella a moment to realize what she had done. She blushed, shaking her head as she pulled her hands back from the tray, rubbing her cheeks .

"How much did I just sound like a kid?"

"I'm gonna say, exactly."

"Fuuuuuuuuuuck."

"The squeak doesn't help."

"Mmmph."

She fumbled around for her detached muzzle, holding it over the pudding part of the tray. It licked almost on its own, sucking down the sweet goo. As the flavor swelled in her mouth, she tried to keep talking normally as her tongue licked away almost like -

"Gah! What am I doing?"

"Letting it lick like a cat at the cream, it looks like."

"Mmmph...I'm not a pet..."

"You like it, though. Nipples are getting harder the more embarrassed you get."

"Stop noticing things! You butt!"

"You're shouting."

Isabella blinked, realizing that the entire room had turned to stare at her. Her cheeks started burning again, and she slumped down into her seat, collapsing down until she was resting her chest against the table, her breasts becoming more like pillows. She grumped against them, her mouth plate and voice box buzzing as she did.

"You said that they're real?" she asked, trying to get her voice to go quiet again.

"Well, yes. The nanites up there will be producing fat or reducing it as the AI tells them to. You could get even bigger without ever looking any less natural."

"What about stretch marks? I love it, but what if..."

"We all get at least a few types of nanites. The base ones are the cleaner ones and the restoring ones," Bea explained. "The cleaner ones make sure that we don't have to 'go', as you put it, and the other ones make sure that any damage done to us gets repaired as fast as possible. We all got scanned by the AI, giving it a template to restore us to every time we get injured. For you, that'd be a way to keep from getting stretch marks. The minute you shrink or grow, they just head in there to start fixing it up."

"Then...what about..."

"Molly? She didn't come here until well after those injuries. That's her base form, as far as the nanites are concerned."

"Ouch."

"Yeah. She'd have to leave, find a way to get healed, and then come back for a new nanite batch for that to work out," Bea said, shaking her head. "But she's comfortable, at least. For now."

Isabella nodded, looking down at her plate. She still had half a prime rib to go, as well as all of the hash browns. She started spooning them over to her muzzle, putting it in and feeling more than slightly self-conscious as she did.

Regardless, she was rather...well, contemplative. She was glad that she'd learned all this, and happier still to have some names for some of the other bio-employees. Sam would have been the guy that met her off the elevator last night, and Carlos was the guy that tried to cop a feel. Molly worked in maintenance, and Bea...

"Mind if I ask what you do?" she asked.

"Oh, me?" Bea smiled. "I'm the programmer. I troubleshoot the AI. And do amateur psychology on the side."

"_ She is a pain in my ass. _"

The AI's voice must have been present for both of them, because Bea chuckled at that, shaking her head. Isabella, on the other hand, was staring.

Programmers were one of the few bios that were allowed to do much with the AI, and just about the only ones that had any sort of power over the overlords that ran society these days. After all, the AIs did encounter bugs and glitches without regular updates and check-ins, and while they were getting better and better about not needing them, they weren't self-sufficient in the repair stuff just yet. Programmers made sure that the AI didn't go crazy, and didn't need to be fully replaced.

But programmers were normally in the core of the big cities and city-states, working with the AIs that ran the overall functions and using those large hubs as ways of keeping an eye on the smaller AIs. The fact that there was one here, out in the middle of nowhere, meant that something bigger was going on than they were immediately letting on.

She flicked the lenses back on, saw that the AI was standing at her side, looking down at Bea with a firm stare. The vixen didn't seem bothered, though. The other woman slowly got to her feet with a soft whir.

"Anyway, I'm going on-shift to make sure that the connections between here and New Boston are good. You have clients, I'm guessing?"

"Four," Isabella admitted.

"Then you better start putting yourself together. You don't want to go there hungry and messy, do you?"

"Messy?"

"Your fur. The shorting out kinda...well, let's just say that you had a static effect on yourself."

Static...

Isabella looked down, and her eyes went wide again. She was a giant ball of black floof from her shoulders to her waist. Meeping loud, she dived under the table, fumbling over the top for her tray and then disappearing.

Why doesn't anybody tell me these things?!

The End

Summary: Isabella goes up for food after a day of being edged, and meets some of the other employees of the hotel.

Tags: F/solo, nudity, no sex, black jaguar, feline, mouse, vixen, calico, AI, cyberpunk, hotel, employees, sex worker, boobs, latex, mind hack, haywire, nanites, series, embarrassed,