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The Hotel Employees of the Future

Part 12

For PineconePangolin

By Draconicon

Thankfully, they didn't talk in the lobby. That would have been probably the most embarrassing way of broaching the topic of her being Molly's personal property, and Molly being the hotel's first pimp. Just walking through the lobby with the purple chains that ran down her back and her front had been embarrassing enough, particularly with the ones that seemed to occasionally go from running over her hips and the outer thigh to going down over her inner thigh and -

"Mmmmph..."

She had to bite off a moan as one of chain links brushed over her clit, reminding her that they were going to keep teasing her no matter how little or much she wore. The chains were under her skin, literally, which meant that it didn't matter what she put in the way. She would still feel the constant stroking, teasing, rubbing, and everything else that went on down there. She would have cursed her prior self if it didn't feel so good at the same time.

Bea led her to one of the empty rooms on the first floor, and as soon as they stepped inside, the door slammed shut behind them. Isabella pulled the lenses over her eyes again, and she caught sight of the glowing silhouette of the hotel's AI. The calico stood in front of them, mostly dressed, save for an opening in the chest of his suit that showed a little more fluff than usual.

It was a bit different, she realized. There was usually nothing to suggest a biological sort of lean to the AI at all, but this time, he was showing...something. Not much, but something. Had something shifted while they were -

"I have a brilliant idea," Bea said.

"_ I have come to regret hearing those words from you. _"

"Only because they mean change."

"_ A change that I am generally not fond of. I am barely getting used to other restrictions and adjustments that you have pulled. _"

"This is one that doesn't involve you."

"_ Then I am listening. _"

Well, of course he was, if it wasn't something that involved him. No point in getting upset if it was something that happened to someone else. Isabella rolled her eyes behind the lenses as the vixen nodded over her shoulder.

"As you can see, we had a bit of a mishap in the city."

"_ Yes. Quite. _"

"But rather than flush the nanites in her out, I had an idea. A concept, if you will, for an experiment."

"_ I thought you said that this change does not affect me. Your experiments inevitably do. _"

"In the past, yes, but we're moving on, finessing things. And this way, we don't have to waste resources flushing her system."

She didn't want to know what that would involve. Probably a full-body transfusion, something that kept her on life-support while every bit of her tissues were drained of blood, then of the nanites in her, and then the addition of new ones that weren't corrupted by the cheaper stuff from the city. The entire process sounded uncomfortable, if not outright painful, and she had every reason to believe that it would come out of her purse.

The AI paused, cocking its head to the side. Bea blinked.

"Something the matter?"

"_ The bio user designated 'Molly' has submitted an incident report. She describes this as an unfortunate accident. _"

"She's feeling guilty about what she let herself do. That's all."

"_ Guilt is an odd thing. It seems to bother most of you to an inordinate degree. _"

"Guilt's not so bad. Shame can be a bit of a problem - ah, but that's neither here nor there."

Bea gestured back at her, and it was almost like she could feel a finger flicking over the nanites in her system, causing the chains to flick inwards over her breasts. A pull, and she yelped as Bea somehow managed to yank her forward from a distance, the nanites that formed the tattoos suddenly pulling tight as if they were real chains.

What the fuck?!

"As you can see, she's quite well decorated now. Very much someone that we can sell as part of the hospitality thing, but - and please hear me out - I was thinking that we could designate Molly as her owner for the duration of the next week."

"_ The current laws do not allow bios to own bios. For that matter, they are not allowed to employ them, either. _"

"Technically, no, you're absolutely right. But Molly is only half-bio. She's a cyborg."

"_ ... _"

"You can designate her a manager of the hotel, or at least, of a department of it. From there, you and I have equal authority over her, but she is allowed to have 'ownership' and 'direction' of the employees of the hotel. That, in turn, will allow her to take responsibility for her 'mistake' by doing something profitable with it."

"_ ...The idea has merit. _"

Isabella could hardly believe what she was hearing. She was really being talked about like a piece of property right now, someone that could be passed back and forth between two different owners without even a chance to speak up about it. The panther wasn't sure if she should be angry, frustrated, or even a little turned on about it.

Yet, rather than arguing, she continued to stand there, silent, save for a groan here and there. She shuffled from foot to foot, and then...then she looked down at her chest again.

The little spider that rested between her breasts was less mobile than the rest of the tattoo nanites along her body, but it still could move. In fact, it had shuffled from where it lay between her breasts to rest on top of one nipple, legs curled around it, almost like some protective little pasty. Its legs were pulled tight to her, and its abdomen was pulled in, almost like it was spinning some sort of -

It was. The little spider tattoo was spinning a little web around her nipple, and as it climbed back up her breast, it looked like a hint of a purple tassel had been left behind. It crawled along her chest, slowly but delicately, to her other breast and started the same process there, connecting the two tassels with a string of purple light that was almost invisible.

That's...cute, disturbing, and pretty all at the same time, she thought.

"_ I suppose it is the best solution. Have her scanned to ensure that there are no contrary AIs in the new batch of nanites, and I will inform the bio 'Molly' that she is to be promoted. _"

"I'm sure that I'll hear the screams elsewhere."

"_ Most likely. _"

Bea led her out of the room. By the time that the door closed behind them, the little chest-piece that the spider tattoo had started was complete, giving her something of an exotic harem-girl look for her top. It was...actually kind of sweet, even if it only made her feel that much more conscious of the sheer size of her breasts. They had been made rather large by the AI, after all, and that meant that the little decorations at her nipples were little more than eye-catchers.

Then again, that might have been what the spider thing wanted.

"Well, that went better than I expected," Bea admitted as she led the panther down the hall. "I was thinking that we'd be negotiating all day."

"Negotiating? About me?"

"No, more about Molly. She's been just barely in the good graces of the AI for a while, mostly because she just doesn't like anyone getting close. She's amazing at what she does, and probably should have been a supervisor long ago. But because of her attitude..."

"The AI keeps her as just a mechanic?"

"Pretty much. I was hoping that this would work as a loophole to get that promotion, and it looks like it did."

"...You're sneaky."

"You just noticed?"

Bea smiled, waving for her to step into the elevator. Up a floor, down another hall, and round a corner, they finally arrived at their destination. The chamber was rather like one of the exam rooms that she had seen in the past, with a hard-light table already glowing in the middle of the room, lowering in response to the thoughts that the vixen was projecting to the different devices. Obediently, Isabella stepped up to the platform, resting her feet on it. The hard-light stuff went up her body, forming restraints at ankles, thighs, wrists, waist, and shoulders, then lifted her up and horizontal.

It was almost like floating, if you ignored the fact that your body weight was resting from the barely-there shackles.

"Alright. Now, just hold still while I run a body-scan. This shouldn't take long; almost nobody bothers to actually install AIs with nanites these days, so it shouldn't be an issue."

That was what Isabella was hoping. She didn't want to have to deal with something that would mess with her head later. Seeing the spider running around her body had been odd, but cute. Having the nanites take control of her and make her do things outside of her employment? That would be very, very, very odd...

The machines hummed under her, and she felt the familiar tingle of the medical scan running from her toes up. It was like a low-level tickle, something that started at her toes and then went into her foot pads, and then up her thigh. It almost got her giggling as it got behind her knee, and then between her thighs. She squirmed, trying her best to hold still, but the giggles were rising up in her throat the longer that it went on.

Thankfully, she could kick her legs a little bit as it reached her tummy. It felt like little fingers all over her insides, tickling her sides and into her belly button slightly, and her face felt like it would crack around the modular mouthpiece and everything.

"Mmmmmmmph!"

"Hold on. Just a bit longer."

The tickling, dancing feeling of the scan was in her chest now, and almost up to her armpits. The tassels on her nipples, as well as the string between them that the spider had woven, glowed brighter than they had been, and the spider was running further and further up her body. She could feel it on her neck, and then hovering on her cheek. It tried to slide in past the little mechanical bit on her lips, but found itself repulsed from going into her mouth.

It ended up trying to hide on the top of her head, but the scan managed to find it there, leaving it glowing much brighter than the rest of her. Bea cocked her head to the side.

"Hmmm...well, that's odd."

"Hmm?" Isabella asked.

"Most of the chains and the nanites are pretty stupid. The tattoo stuff usually is, barely able to hold programming for colors and sensations. Hell, yours barely manages to hold one color, let alone have the chance to make it go invisible."

"So, I'm going to look like this..."

"Pretty much permanently unless we switch those nanites out, yes. But it's those..."

Bea pointed at the tassels and the rather cranky, shy spider at the top of her head that were glowing like the sun.

"Those are the things that have me a little concerned. They're doing things, and they're not being told."

"Do they...actually have AI?"

"The spider does. And...if I'm not mistaken, it's actually weaving and birthing more nanites under your skin for the new patterns..."

That...was new. Isabella hadn't thought that such a thing was possible, for that matter. Sure, there were nanites that self-replicated, but only to the point of keeping their numbers sufficient for a task. They weren't able to swarm and build up more of themselves to do more than their primary duty.

So, unless this spider's primary duty was to make her pretty, then...then it was an unbound nanite replicator. The panther shivered.

"Am I going to be okay?" she asked.

"We're going to need to keep an eye on it, and you need to tell me if it does anything. You understand?"

"I understand."

"Okay." The vixen nodded, turning to look at the readouts running over the walls. "That said, it does look fairly benign. The nanites that it has created aren't doing anything serious, and they're pretty dumb just like the other chains. The only real danger is how many it might be able to push out. We'll keep it under watch for the next seventy-two hours and see what happens. As long as it doesn't flood your system, it should be safe to keep."

Isabella didn't know why, but she felt an odd rush of relief to hear that. Almost like the spider was something a bit precious to her, like a pet, or something like that.

A pet.

That was more of what she was, though, wasn't it? She was a pet for the spider-mouse, and...and...

The panther rubbed her head as the hard-light restraints lowered her back to the floor. She was a little dizzy, she realized, and no wonder. The events of the day were coming back to her right then and there, and she didn't know if she was going to be able to stay standing for long.

"Do you need to rest?"

"I...yes, please."

"Alright. Detach your holes, and you can go."

"Pardon?"

"You don't need them in your sleep, and I need to make sure that they're all transmitting properly when you go back on shift tomorrow."

"Oh. Right."

She blushed as she reached between her legs, fumbling around until she found the release buttons. Like fleshlights, they popped out as tubes from her crotch and her ass cheeks, falling down into her hands. The openings that they left behind were sealed almost immediately, leaving nothing behind, and making sure that she didn't look like a freak down there.

As she passed them over, Bea reached up to her face and popped her face out, too. The moment of being able to speak half-normally was gone, and the screen was put back over her muzzle. She groaned under her breath, the electronica voice somehow that much more intense now.

"Alright. That should do. You can head back to your room now."

Isabella nodded, making her way out and back to the elevator. She was suddenly so much more tired, and she knew that had to be from all the intense things that had happened to her while she was out in New Boston. The whole world had been so...so much more than she had expected, and she didn't know how to deal with all that. Not when she was essentially a walking billboard. Not when she was showing branding from her owners like this.

She looked over her shoulder again, almost instinctively trying to find the brand on her backside. It was either gone or impossible to see at this angle, though she imagined it was a bit of both. Now that she was back in the hotel, she didn't need the brand to be as visible back there, so all that was left was the spider.

And the spider was rather active as it skittered back and forth across her shoulders, moving from one to the other, climbing down her upper biceps and resting on one side for a moment before darting over to the other. She watched it moving around, smiling despite herself.

"You're all kinds of hyper, aren't you?"

It stopped, looking up at her with its head tilted slightly to the side. It was more of art representation of a spider rather than a real one, so there weren't all those eyes to see, just a cute little head. She smiled, rubbing her skin just over where it was perched, and it pressed its head against her finger.

"Awwww..."

It was cute. That was going to be a problem if it turned out to be a little monster, but it was so cute.

Eventually, she took the elevator up to her room and collapsed. The bed was soft, the room was dark, and she was more than ready for -

"MMMPH!"

Well, she wasn't ready for a finger rammed up her asshole. She gasped softly, her 'mouth' forming a picture of hanging open, her eyes closing tight as she felt that finger wriggling around, pressing in and out, in and out, followed by a second finger to stretch her more.

"Ah...ah...you...mmmph..."

She wasn't going to be able to rest through this. The panther whimpered, lowering her head to the pillow. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, and her ass cheeks clenched together as two fingers became three, thrusting and finger-fucking her asshole hard.

"Ah. Ah. Ah."

Her moans were almost mechanical as they came free, but that didn't mean that she wasn't enjoying it. Oh, she was enjoying it so much more than she wanted to, as a matter of fact, and her ass cheeks were quaking as if she was getting spanked while getting finger-fucked.

Oh, fuck...fuck...

Her toes curled into the sheets, too, pulling them over her glowing paws, leaving her whimpering as she was getting rammed full again and again. The distant transmission almost made her feel more helpless, and she moaned out loud as she felt like her pussy was drooling at a distance, too. Untouched, but drooling.

More...more...

She wanted to thrust back, wanted to put her ass more on offer for those fingers, but it was not possible. She could only take it, and it didn't last nearly long enough to push her over the edge. She groaned as the fingers pulled free, dragging on her rim as they slid out of her, and she slumped back down.

Fuck...fucking...

She started to roll over, only to have a sudden pressure against her muzzle in the distance. The soft taste of pussy, the smell of a hot, wet feminine sex, and then -

"MMMPH!"

Bea wasn't just testing transmission, she swore. She was getting off to what she could get from the toys while she had them. And now, she had her muzzle forced right between the vixen's thighs, her tongue digging into a wet pussy, forced to eat out the other woman from a fucking distance.

This isn't fair. This isn't fair!

And yet, she could tell that she was enjoying it. And it only got worse as she felt something stiff, hard, and hot pressing against her pussy all those rooms away. It had to be a cock, yet...

Oh damn it, Bea...

Then it slammed in, and thinking got a whole lot harder.

The panther got some sleep that night, though how much depended on how you defined 'sleep.' She had her eyes closed for the entirety of the night, that much was true, but she wasn't exactly resting well. She was fairly sure that all her holes had been rested by a machine for stress and more, and she wasn't sure that it had ever stopped. Certainly, the transmission tubes made her feel like her mouth, pussy, and asshole had all been creampied multiple times.

She started to roll over, then stopped at the slightly tickling feeling of the spider tattoo on her back. Isabella reached over her shoulder by instinct, almost like she would have done to offer something for a living creature to crawl on, then thought she was being stupid.

And then, the spider managed to crawl from her back onto her fingers.

The panther froze in place, barely believing that. That really should have been impossible, all things considered. Nanites were able to move through the body, that much was true, but they generally couldn't leap through skin to skin contact. That implied something completely different, and as she pulled her hand back, she couldn't help but stare at the bright purple spider that rested on the back of her hand. Though it had no facial features, it seemed proudly posed, almost like it was showing off.

"...What the hell are you?"

There was no clear answer, and she doubted that she'd get one. She got out of bed, allowing it to crawl up her arm and nestle near her neck. She rubbed her eyes, then slid the lenses over them. No sign of the AI this morning, which meant that she was probably -

Ping.

She got a file through the lenses, and she opened it. It was a message from Molly, and though it was written politely enough, there was a terseness to it that told her that the spider-mouse had already been told of the new arrangement.

Either she's okay with it, or the AI gagged her while that was going on.

Probably the latter. She doubted that Molly's scream could have been soundproofed any other way, and she doubted that the spider-mouse was okay with anything about this whole situation, despite her eagerness at the parlor. Was this meant to be punishment, she wondered?

In any case, the message asked her to come by as soon as possible, since the two of them were getting a training day to themselves to work out a schedule and how they wanted to go about things. Not wanting to keep her friend waiting, she hustled out of her room. She had a quick stop to make before heading to the repair area.

Knocking on Bea's door, she was unsurprised to find the vixen shifted over to something else again. She had her breasts once more, and was unashamedly naked in her lab. With her legs half-spread the way that they were, Isabella could just make out a pussy behind the cock and balls that the vixen had given herself.

"Can I help you?"

"I need my parts back."

"You mean you need to carry them to Molly."

"I...well, I guess, but it's easier to have them installed."

Her hopes for having them put back were dashed as Bea shook her head, and she sighed, holding out her hands for the different bits and pieces. The three tubes were handed back to her, and she gritted her teeth as she imagined what would happen when Molly got her hands on these.

Probably something that will embarrass both of us.

"Anything happen with the spider overnight?" Bea asked.

"Well, not overnight."

"Oh?"

"Well...watch."

She held her hand to her other arm, and no sooner had she offered it than the spider climbed on top of her fingers. Not even over her open palm, but onto her fingers, as if it was more tangible than it was, with gaps between its long legs as it straddled her fingers and made its way to the back of her hand.

Sure, it flickered slightly in the process, but it maintained a surprising amount of cohesion, too.

Bea was just as wide-eyed as Isabella had been at the sight, and she was glad that she wasn't the only one surprised at this. The vixen shook her head slowly.

"If you didn't have an appointment...you need to visit me again tonight. I want a closer look at that."

The spider tattoo raised its front legs, almost as if scare-threatening. Both Bea and Isabella stared at it; it had understood that.

"..."

"..."

"Yeah. You DEFINITELY need to come back tonight."

"I will."

"Now, hurry to Molly. That's a good girl."

The one positive was that she wasn't getting fingered and fucked anymore, and she wasn't entirely sure that it was a positive, considering the pseudo-orgasms that she had gotten out of it the night before. After the day out of the hotel, she had almost forgotten that she was actually restricted from orgasms most of the time, or at least, anything satisfying. The night before had been a lot of denial, a lot of holding back, and a whole lot of whimpering for that little bit more.

She'd never gotten it, of course, but it had been pleasurable in its own frustrating way. Now, though, she was carrying a messy muzzle, pussy, and asshole in her arms, and she was already feeling some of the slime oozing from the holes onto her limbs. The spider tattoo, intelligently, made its way up her arms to her shoulders to avoid it.

"Smart little guy."

It lifted itself up as much as it could from her skin, wobbling from side to side. She cocked her head back.

"What? Oh, you mean...smart little girl?"

The spider bounced, almost more like nodding.

"Oh, that makes sense. You're replicating all the time, giving birth, right?"

The spider bounced again, turning a purple that was lighter, almost pink, like a proud blush. She giggled.

"Proud mama spider."

And indeed, it was, all but strutting along her shoulders. Isabella hid a giggle as she made her way down to the repair bays.

When she opened the door, it was clear that Molly wasn't in the best of moods. She wasn't quite nursing a bottle of alcohol at her workbench, but she was slumped over it, her arms held back, and her chin pressed flush against the work surface. Isabella winced slightly as she walked up.

"Um..."

"I'm not a pimp."

"I didn't call you one."

"Stupid Bea."

"...Kinda."

"Stupid me."

"That's a no."

She gently pulled Molly upright, the spider-mouse all but slumping down in an effort to put the sheer weight of her mechanical legs against any kind of comforting attempt, but Isabella's augmented limbs were ready for that. She pulled the other woman upright, despite her grumbles, and gave Molly the choice of whether she wanted to collapse into a tangle of mechanical limbs or stand upright with some dignity.

The mouse took the latter option. She grumbled, rubbing her face a few times as Isabella started to lay the tubes down, but as soon as she saw the goo -

"Ah ah ah!"

"What, what?"

"Are you seriously thinking of messing my stuff up that much?"

"..."

"Clean that stuff off first. God."

"With what?"

"...Are you seriously - come here."

Molly grabbed the tubes and, rather than reaching for a towel or a cloth, started wiping the oozing holes down on the panther herself. Isabella's cheeks and her display screen over her mouth both went pink as could be, their blush as bright as the one that had been coming from the spider tattoo just a moment ago. Yet, they had little choice, submitting to it, allowing the cleaning to happen without saying a word.

"Bringing this stuff to a dry lab. For fuck's sake, are you even thinking about the kind of mess that would cause? Seriously, keep yourself fucking clean when you come down here."

"It's not my fault. Bea was 'testing' them all night long -"

"Oh, she was, was she? Probably came close to busting them with those 'stress tests' of hers, and all the other issues that came from the long-distance transmission. Fucking - ugh."

The mouse took a deep breath, clearly pulling out all the stops to calm herself down, and then slowly rubbed her hands down her face. She breathed in slowly, wheezing it back out a second later, and then did the same thing over and over again for almost a minute before she was breathing like a normal person rather than in the raggedy fashion that she had been.

"I'm going to kill that vixen," Molly said. "I swear, one of these days, I will."

"But, um...until then."

"Right, right. Our new...thing." Molly took a deep breath. "I'm not a people person. I'm really not. Why are they makingme do this?"

"Because you did this to me...and I kinda made you. I guess we're both learning from our mistakes and how to take responsibility for it."

"...Was it a mistake?" Molly asked. "I mean...I know I did one, but...do you think..."

For once, Isabella didn't answer with a question. Instead, she stopped to think, looking at the mouse woman under her, thinking about all the flirting that Izzy had done while she was out, and how the PA had been reminding her that they shared thoughts, shared memories, and that the PA was only doing what she really wanted to do herself. She had been sure that the PA had been lying to her, just making it that much more embarrassing and leaving her that much more needy, but...well, maybe it wasn't a lie.

Maybe it was the truth. And maybe this was what she needed in someone else. Not just a friend, but someone that would give her directions when she was lost.

She hugged herself a bit, the spider glowing down her arms and running in a spinning wheel round and round her wrists. She let it do that, allowing it the little game that it seemed so interested in, as she looked back at Molly.

"I don't think it was a mistake."

The sheer sigh of relief that the mouse let out told her that she had said the right thing. For that matter, Molly looked like she had just shed about fifty pounds of stress, standing up straighter rather than slumping forward.

"You have no idea how much better I feel hearing that..."

"Why? What's the matter?"

"I thought that...well, I guess I thought it was a prank. I thought that you were just trying to get me in trouble. Ugly little cyborg...after all, who'd really want all that stuff on them, from someone like me, right?" Molly chuckled ruefully. "Well - ah, shit."

"What?"

"Looks like you, uh, got a problem."

Isabella looked down, only to find that the spider had woven another web. This time, it was almost like an exaggerated version of a finger-trap wrapped around her wrists and hands, binding her arms together in the front and hiding them behind thick strands of purple light. The spider tattoo was most DEFINITELY swaggering as it made its way back up her arm.

"...How the hell did it do that?" Molly asked.

"Search me. Help?"

The End

Summary: Isabella has a bit of a tiring time taking up her new role, followed by a long night of sleep that barely restores her.

Tags: F/solo, F/F, Sentient Tattoo, Nanobots, Nanites, Chains, Prostitution, Sex Work, Anal, Oral, Cunnilingus, Portal Play, Modular Parts, Sci-Fi, Cyberpunk, Mouse, Cyborg, Panther, Vixen, Cock, Edging, Chastity Play, Creampie, Messy, Silly, Cute,