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The Hotel Employees of the Future

Part 10

For PineconePangolin

By Draconicon

The day of pet-play came and went, and by the morning, she was mostly back to normal. She was able to stand on two legs again ,and she was able to speak, as well, though her voice was a little different to the standard that it had been before. She had to clear her throat regularly to keep little meows from coming out, and she was half-sure that there were some new instincts that were bubbling up in the back of her mind. At the very least, she didn't remember feeling the urge to chase numbers along her wall like a feral cat chasing a laser pointer.

Shaking her head, she slid out of bed, pulling herself back to the world of the waking. Her various holes were on the charging stand still, but this time, it looked like the chastity lock-mark had been disabled. That could only be a good thing. She sighed as she slid them into place, groaning as her ass actually clenched down on -

"Mmmph..."

She blushed at the bubbling squirt that followed, some old seed splattering out and covering her sheets. She stood up immediately, stripping the bed and throwing the blankets off to the side for the housekeeping staff. Whether they were bios or drones, she didn't know, but either way, she didn't want to sleep in someone else's cum tonight.

As she was getting it all neatly out of the way, the AI's voice came through her mind.

" You are requested for a trip to New Boston."

She blinked at the announcement, stopping in her tracks. A trip to...New Boston? That was something that was pretty far afield from the hotel. She tapped the side of her head, the heart-shaped lenses popping out and covering her eyes again. The calico AI was standing right in front of her, looking her in the eye as she stood up.

"Why New Boston?" she asked.

"_ Two employees have the day off. They wish for you to accompany them. _"

"But...my job here..."

" Will be handled."

"By who, though? I mean, I'm the only whore, and...and, well..."

" It will be handled."

The AI was not giving her anything else, she realized, and that was probably going to continue if she pushed her luck. She grumbled under her breath, rubbing her head. This just threw whatever expectations she had for her day out the window.

"Where's my clothes, then?"

" You will not have any."

"What?!"

" They are not required of you, and you will remain in the nude."

"But...but in the city..."

" You are still property of The New Atlantis. You will be broadcasting our ownership signal. Any AI in the city will not bother you over your choice of non-attire."

She wasn't worried about the AIs in New Boston, but rather, the other bios. Her cheeks burned at the thought of being made to walk nude not at work, but in public, showing off everything. There were some people that might recognize her there, other people that had seen her in food service and retail, those that knew what she had gone off to do. They'd think that she had joined up with the pleasure industry rather than hospitality, and -

Oh, god, the things that she would have to explain. Particularly the new, bigger breasts. She looked down at them, slowly bringing her hands to them, and as she lifted them, she could already hear the many different voices shouting at her, laughing at her, and -

Mmmph...

She hated the fact that she was getting wet from the idea. Not necessarily from the idea of humiliation, but rather from the idea that so many people would see her like this. Naked, aroused, a bit slutty...

Was she really changing that much?

The AI disappeared, having delivered its message. She supposed that was all she was going to get. Shaking her head, she took a few deep breaths, feeling it actually go through her muzzle for a change.

So...who has the day off...

Isabella should have guessed. The black jaguar met Bea and Molly in the lobby of the hotel, the pair of them already dressed up more than usual. The vixen had gotten herself into a black-gold dress, one with dark sparkles that ran over most of her body and all the way down to her ankles, with gold lines that shimmered with neon lines around the waist and sides. They were obviously high-tech, because they kept changing brightness, and not just when she moved around, either.

Molly was a bit more dressed up, which meant that she had a latex thing that she wore from her neck down to her waist. It covered every bit of flesh, and it made the rubber over her ear and part of her face look like a masquerade mask rather than something that was filling in an injury mark. She looked a little uncomfortable, but not horribly so. Isabella guessed that Molly was more getting used to wearing something fancy rather than opposed to it.

Bea nodded and waved at her as soon as she stepped into the lobby. Once again, the vixen was flat-chested, obviously playing around a little bit more today. She walked over to the programmer, rubbing her arm in embarrassment.

"Do I really have to go with you?" she asked. "I mean, I know that there's a lot of clients here that need attention."

"Are you saying that you'd prefer not to go to town?"

"I'm saying that...I mean..."

She blushed worse, trying not to be so affected by her own nudity. In a way, Bea always being naked before had helped, giving her someone else that was in the nude, someone else that was like her. Now that she was the odd one out, undressed as much as she was, it felt harder for her to be completely at ease.

The vixen patted her on the shoulder, gently pulling her along. Molly's spider-legs clicked against the floor as they made their way towards the door.

I'm naked, I'm naked, I'm naked...

The black jaguar had gotten used to that in the hotel. It was no longer the sort of horrendously embarrassing thing that it had been when she was first hired, but now that they were heading for the front door, she realized how little that mattered compared to being naked in the real world, outside the walls of the hotel. She shivered as she imagined the wind playing over her body, the touch of the parking lot to her feet, the way that her breasts bounced and reminded her of how big they'd been grown for her job.

Oh god, and I'm a freak...a completely modified freak.

Aside from the portal holes between her legs and cheeks, and the way that her muzzle could completely detach, she had the obvious augmentations along her arms and legs. Her core torso was mostly flesh, still - even her breasts made of nanite-enhanced fat - but her arms and legs were completely black, rubbery, standing out against her black fur from how artificial they looked.

They'll know I'm an augmented person...they'll stare...

Despite all her fears and worries, none of that stopped her from getting wet as they walked along. Molly groaned.

"Look, I know you're horny, but could you stop getting that wet?" the mouse asked, fanning her hand with a blush. "It's really strong-smelling."

"S-Sorry."

"Don't worry, dear. It's something that's programmed into you. You genuinely can't help it."

"Guess the AI thought you'd have trouble attracting people without smelling like a fucking cat in heat all the time...fucking wrong..." Molly blinked. "Forget I said that!"

Isabella might have laughed, but right at that moment, they left the hotel, and she was in the open air, and there were people. Customers, clients, whatever they were, there were people making their way to the front door, and they were all staring at her.

The black jaguar stopped right in her tracks, her brain feeling like it had just completely frozen up. She was half-sure that she was going to see a blue-screen-of-death error code appear in the corner of her vision, too. Everyone stared at her, their eyes flicking up and down, and her mind was already sure what they were looking at. 50% looking at her tits, 30% looking at her pussy. 15% looking at her hips and trying to see her ass. 5% down at her feet.

All of them were horny, too, and her body was picking up their pheromones as it came all at once. She was shaking from head to toe, on the verge of a total shut-down, and she would have completely broken down if it wasn't for Molly suddenly pushing forward, flinging two of her spider-legs like they were extra arms.

"Hey, move it! Out of the way. Coming through!"

And just like that, Bea pulled her along, professionally and easily through the crowd. They glided through, or rather, the vixen did. Isabella mostly stumbled in her wake, unable to entirely process what was going on. Molly kept breaking them a path through the crowd, and if anyone got in the way for too long, the mouse threatened to break them, too.

Soon, they were on the parking lot proper, the pavement making it clear that it was going to be a hot day by warming the soles of her synth-flesh feet. She hissed softly at the sudden warmth under her toes, hopping a bit.

"Ah, you feel that? Good, good. That means everything is functioning properly and we didn't have any shorting out," Bea said. "Are you doing alright, dear?"

"I...I...so many people..."

"I must remember to tell the AI that she's not ready for the auction ball..." Bea muttered.

The implications aside, she shivered. She had just walked through an entire crowd, in public, naked. That was not something that the old Isabella would have done, and she wasn't sure that she could keep this up on her own. She might need to tap Izzy for this, particularly if they were going anywhere particularly public in New Boston. The reminder of their destination did, thankfully, offer its own distraction in the form of a question.

"How are we going to get to New Boston? Please tell me not by drone."

"Hmm?" Bea blinked. "Oh, no. We're using the Cannon-Train."

"The...Cannon-Train?"

She had seen the station for it when she'd first arrived, and she turned to look at it again now. It was a double-barreled system, something with an upper barrel to catch those that were arriving from New Boston and a lower barrel to fire them back. Yes, fire, though the term was a little loose these days since gunpowder was no longer part of weaponry and other such things. The black jaguar watched as the lower barrel let loose, a soft hum filling the air before a 'pop' sound followed, and a blur of motion marked a person being fired across the city at high speed.

She gulped hard at the thought of that being her. Despite knowing some of the mechanics of how the Cannon-Train worked, it was still a terrifying thought of flying that far. There were other, more expensive ways of heading into the city, things that launched actual vehicles, but they were for the rich and famous, not for entry-level employees like themselves.

"I...I think I could handle the drone stuff, actually."

"Nonsense, that would take half a day with all the things that I have in mind," Bea said.

"Wh-what about Molly?"

She had half-hoped that the mouse was a less than willing participant in this, but the minute that she looked down at the other woman, she could see that she would lose that help. The mouse's eyes were alight with enthusiasm and eagerness, almost like she was begging for the chance to go on the train. Something about it was almost infectious. Almost. It didn't quite work for her.

Isabella groaned. It seemed that she was doomed to the new experience.

On the plus side, Bea paid for the three of them, and they were quickly shunted into the lift that went up to the station platform. She was the least enthusiastic of the three of them as they arrived on the platform, and that wasn't helped as she watched drones floating up behind the passengers and stroking something along their spines. The minute that the stroke finished, the passengers crumpled, falling down into limp little puddles of themselves.

"What...why are they doing that?" she asked.

"Hey, it's hard enough to shoot someone across the city if they're not moving," Molly said, moving to stand in line. "If someone starts flailing, you know what that does to the trajectory?"

"I...didn't think that it could be affected, at least, not at that speed."

"Trust me, I know the math."

"And you're...okay with this?"

"A lot more okay than being splatted into a building or person at that speed."

Suddenly, the thought of flying through the city seemed a lot more tolerable if she knew that she couldn't fuck up her own trajectory. The black jaguar shivered at the thought of hitting someone else, or slamming through the side of a building, or...

Well, she didn't want to think about that. She joined Bea in another line, watching as the passengers ahead of them were processed.

Once someone had their nervous system temporarily shut off, they were gathered up in mechanical arms and taken to one of the rail-launchers. They got all bundled up, stuffed together into a ball-like shape. Most of them never would have had the flexibility to do that if they were able to move, but with their body shut down the way that it was, they were much more foldable. They were inserted, the individual rail launcher was programmed, and then there was the inimitable countdown. It always started with five, and then dropped down faster than Isabella thought it really should. The first time she heard it, she braced herself as she watched the wolf on the rail being aimed and then -

POP!

The sound was surprisingly mild for such a violent launch. She watched as the wolf went flying, a blur to start and out of sight within seconds. That was going to be her in very short order.

The lines moved quickly, and soon, she and Bea were at the front of the line. Whatever second thoughts she had were never expressed before the drone touched her, stroking an electric stimulant right up her back. It was like feeling something completely short out, her spine going silly, and then numb. Her arms and legs turned to jelly on the inside, and she completely flopped out. The synth-flesh limbs bounced a bit as they hit the ground, leaving her staring straight ahead as she was gathered up by the mechanical arms.

Oh god, oh god...

She could vaguely feel the stretch of being folded up and carried to the rail-launcher. She knew that Molly was on one side and Bea on the other, the three of them being launched simultaneously due to a shared destination. She whimpered under her breath, all too conscious for a ride like this.

"Five..."

And there was the countdown. There were aimed, as far as she could tell, at open sky. How they were supposed to live through this, she didn't know. Well, actually she did, but the math really wasn't coming to her right at that moment.

"Four."

Oh dear. They were going to do this. They were really going to do this.

"Three."

There was no getting out of this. A little resignation came in, followed by a hefty chunk of nerves.

"Two."

Fuck it. Hello, Izzy.

Just as the countdown hit one, she felt the other personality popping back into her head. The feeling of confidence followed, and while she was still afraid, she was able to slip backwards, allowing Izzy to sit in the driver's seat. She felt her modular muzzle turn up in a grin, followed by a laugh in her throat.

"Here we goooooo!"

The last part turned into a long shout-laugh as they were pinged forward by the launcher. No sooner had they felt the ping than they were airborne, no feeling of impact to leave them sore, nothing but the feeling of flying through the air. Well, rushing forward through it, as there was no flying. They shot ahead so fast that there was no time to process what was going on, no time to see what buildings were around them. The only thing that she could tell was there were the mouse and vixen on either side, and then only because they were keeping pace with her.

The flight took a total of fifteen seconds to get from The New Atlantis to the station that they were aimed for. Fifteen seconds during which they were shooting through the air faster than anyone could normally handle. She should have blacked out from the g-forces, but the module in her head and the extra RAM that had been installed during her initial modification held up to the passage. The lenses helped her not blind herself, too.

The hum of other things passing by filled her ears for the last three seconds, and she realized that other people had been fired at the same time that they had, and they were all shooting through and past and over and under each other in a giant ball of chaos. If it hadn't been for the perfect math of the AIs involved, and their ability to interact instantly with one another, this would have been impossible.

They suddenly landed, not even seeing the station before they were inside it. They hit a ball of permeable gel, shooting through it like bullets in the old crime dramas. Isabella groaned as the air was half-knocked from her, but the gel was good enough to keep her from feeling the impact too hard.

Mechanical hands pulled her free of the gel, sitting her immobile body against the metal floor. She was unfolded, facedown, and one of the drones came over to turn her body back on.

Unfortunately, her nudity had a slight downside.

"GAH!"

Getting her butthole probed with an electric shock was not the way that she had expected to get some of her sensation back, but that did wake up her lower body. She squirmed, her toes curling as the drone corrected itself, aiming the electric wand just over her tail rather than just under it. It dragged the stimulant up her spine, slowly waking up the other parts of her body until she was able to push herself upright.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, Molly was the first one to recover from it all. Maybe it was the fact that her lower body was already all mechanical and she could just turn that off, or maybe she had just gone through it before and knew how to handle it. Either way, she was happy as a clam, almost bouncing in place.

"Why so eager?" Isabella asked as she got her feet under her.

"Gadget shop."

"...Gadget shop?"

"Gadget shop." The mouse grinned. "First time that I've been able to go on a shopping spree in months. I'm going to need to use half my legs just to carry all my shit."

"Are you sure? How are you -"

"I get paid the big bucks. Not as much as Miss AI Psychologist over there, but big bucks. I got a loooooot to spend."

"Perhaps it might be a good idea not to discuss your finances in front of the average person?" Bea suggested as she joined them.

Molly didn't respond to that, though she did blush. That was probably the most that the vixen was going to get.

For her part, Isabella was feeling surprisingly okay with her nudity now. She knew that was mostly Izzy being there to feed her confidence, but as they walked to the lift to head down to street level, she could already feel her hips swaying more than usual, swinging from side to side as she walked along. The heft of her butt and the sway of her breasts was enough to fill her with a different sort of excitement than usual, and the sheer number of people staring at her continued to fill her with...well, there was no other way of putting it, they made her horny.

She was wet between her thighs as they reached the lift, stuffing each other into it. Molly might have rolled her eyes, but the mouse obviously wasn't as bothered as she pretended to be. She could almost smell something similar from the rodent woman, and she would have asked about it if it wasn't for the fact that the lift door opened right then and there.

She realized that she was standing right on street level in New Boston, surrounded by people that were all dressed up. Most of them looked like people of means, wearing suits or, at the very least, big fancy trench coats that were suitable for hiding all kinds of augmentations. She blushed as she stepped out, feeling all those eyes on her, and she subconsciously spread her legs just a bit more.

Izzy was there, alright, feeding her confidence, feeding her all kinds of arousal for being exposed to the public like this. She didn't know how to handle it, so she let the personality assistant take the wheel.

Her blush didn't fade, but she did walk with a smile and a leading grace. She ran her hands along her hips, matching the sway of her walk, making sure to enhance her butt for those that looked at her from behind. Her chest rose and fell as she subconsciously matched her breathing to her steps, making her big breasts perform for the men and women that watched her.

Even Bea turned to look at her as she did that, and the vixen smiled, tapping her chin. Molly was bright red, looking away.

"Mmmph...I thought this was a trip to town, not a business expedition for the new slut," the mouse muttered.

"Oh? Do you think you'd pay for me out here?" Izzy said.

Isabella could not believe the words had just passed her mouth. She had never, ever considered propositioning her coworker like that, and this was the first time that anything that confident had ever come out of her mouth. She would have blushed if she hadn't surrendered the wheel to Izzy, but Molly did enough blushing for both of them. The mechanic spluttered hard, shaking her head and flailing, and it took Bea interrupting to get them both out of their momentary social short-circuit.

"Perhaps we should get our shopping done, and then do lunch?" the vixen asked.

"Yes! Shopping! And not that kind of shopping, either!"

Molly scuttled off perhaps as fast as she had ever seen the spider-mouse move, leaving just her and Bea behind. She raised a finger, a little confused as to what had just happened, but the programmer patted her on the shoulder.

"Don't worry. She'll accept it, one day."

"Accept what?"

"Oh dear. Haven't you figured it out yet?"

"...No?"

"Oh, dear, dear. Just...come with me. Let's get some shopping done."

There wasn't much in the way of shopping that she could do. Her funds were mostly locked down as credits in her account back at the hotel, and while she could withdraw them and put them to use, she didn't know if she really wanted to spend at New Boston prices. The city had jacked up the costs to anything that might be considered a treat, and she knew for a fact that it would be harder to make that money back if she ended up spending even a single credit.

"You're denying yourself, dear," Bea said as they left the latest store.

"No, I'm just being credit-smart."

"You mean stingy."

"I just want to make sure that I always have enough in the bank."

"So, when will you spend money?"

"...I'll figure that out when I have to."

"Right."

She could tell that Bea was chuckling to herself, but that was fine. As long as she didn't put herself into a bad situation, as long as she didn't overspend - and at that point, overspending could be spending even a few credits, in the back of her mind - then she would be fine.

Even so, she looked over her shoulder. There were some interesting little decorations for one's body in the last shop. Not accessories, precisely, but implants that would fit with the synth-flesh on her arms and legs, giving her something that would change colors, give her the ability to look a little different depending on her mood. Kind of a nanite mood ring, when it came right down to it.

Did cost over two-hundred credits, though, and while she had plenty of money in her account right now, she didn't trust that the money would keep coming in. No, better to be smart about it and deny herself the little treats for now, and then get it when it was the proper time, later.

They followed the steam-vent streets for half a block before Molly caught up with them. The mouse, true to her word, had stopped and used her various spider-legs for bag-carrying duty, leaving her teetering around on four rather than the usual eight. She was slower to move, but she was still quite happy with herself. Happier than Isabella had actually seen for some time. Molly grinned as she caught up with them.

"I love days off."

"What did you get?"

"Oh, everything. Eeeeeverything."

"New tools?"

"Yep."

"New supplies?"

"Double-yep."

"Blueprints?"

"Duh."

"New toys?"

"Of course - what kind of question is that?!"

She had the pleasure of seeing Molly's face go as red as it was possible to go, but that was a short-lived feeling as Bea turned them towards a restaurant. It looked like something that had been themed, too, and as soon as she saw the front door and the name, her cheeks burned almost as bad as the mouse's had.

"The...The Safari? What's that?"

"Oh, just a restaurant that features different cuisine. I was thinking some West African today," Bea said.

"Spicy stuff," Molly added.

"Yes, but very delicious. And a good atmosphere, I've heard."

The way that the gold and brown lines on the outside trailed down, it looked like tech and nature had met on the Savannah, and that they had come together to create something of a business with one another. She blushed as she tried to peer through windows that were too opaque to see through, wondering what kind of embarrassment the other two were going to lead her through this time.

Izzy, I hope you're ready for this...

She wanted to have the confidence to turn Izzy off and face this herself, but she knew that if she did, she'd have an anxiety attack right there in the streets. It was going to be bad enough when she got back to the hotel that night, but if she did it now, it was going to be far, far worse. She needed to take her time, needed to learn the right times to activate Izzy in the future.

For now, she just went along with them, and -

"Oh, myyyyy."

She had no idea that her voice could sound so cute and so horny at the same time, but walking in and seeing a pair of hyenas at the front desk, both naked and obviously horny, revealed that little ability. They turned, nanite paint along their arms and legs, and thumped their chests in greeting. Bea and Molly did the same, and Isabella followed their example in belated fashion.

"Welcome to the Savannah. We greet you warmly," the male said.

"Our home is your home," the female said.

"Our food is hot."

"Our tables are free."

"And all that we ask...are your bodies..."

The two hyenas moved forward, and somehow, they were as effective as an octopus in grabbing, groping, touching all three of them. Isabella blushed as she found herself almost dominated by the pair of them, getting most of the gropes, and even Izzy seemed to be a bit overwhelmed by the sheer dominating aura that the hyenas put off. She squirmed as her nipples were pinched and her butt squeezed, seeing that Bea was barely getting a few butt pats and Molly was dodging with adept swiftness.

She was the only one helpless to the hyenas, and they seemed more than willing to put her through the wringer. Izzy put out a little confidence, raising her arms and smiling and slowly swaying their hips, but it was something that was too little, too late against the sensual hyenas. While they didn't reach down to take her, fill her, they were right on the verge of it when Bea reached over and gently took their hands.

"Pardon us, but we are able to pay with cash," the vixen said.

"Ah, a pity."

"We love the sensual payment more," the male said.

"But we understand."

"Come, let us show you to your table."

They continued the sensual 'savage' act, something that made Isabella all kinds of riled up as she watched them walk with no care for the way that other people looked at them, no shame, no nothing compared to others. She was almost jealous of that, wanting to have that confidence for herself, wondering what that power over her own body would feel like if she ever got it.

Then again, considering the pleasure of shame that she had discovered, that was something else that she'd need to balance. Izzy as a PA was definitely able to give her something close to that, but it wasn't the same.

They were seated, and as soon as they were, the menus popped up, hovering in front of the table in hologram style. She looked at the menu, seeing foods that she had never heard of before, spices that she'd never tried.

Already, Bea was flicking through it like an expert, and Molly seemed like she was going for an old favorite. Isabella, on the other hand, kept looking from the menu to the hyenas, unable to take her eyes off of the nude pair.

Is this...is this what this restaurant is...

"Just to be sure, dear guests," the male said. "Will you be wishing to maintain the 'tribal meeting' style?"

"Yes, please," Bea said.

"...If we have to," Molly said.

"I am paying, you know."

"Colonial," Molly muttered again, rolling her eyes.

Isabella was just lost, her head spinning. This was far more sensual for the public lifestyle than she expected, and she didn't know what to do. This was going to be a very long, very interesting lunch, though, that much was for sure.

Particularly with Molly looking at her with this stare that was almost...possessive.

The End

Summary: Isabella gets a day out.

Tags: M/F/F, M/F, F/F, hotel, rubber, cyberpunk, synth-flesh, embarrassment, nudity, exhibitionism, jaguar, black jaguar, feline, vixen, mouse, mechanical, robot parts, augmentation, series, groping,