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The Stripper's Pleasures

For Technophile34

By Draconicon

After finishing her first shift at the bar, Ariel was treated to the same sort of menu as the rest of the dolls that came to it to de-stress at the end of the day. The bunny doll looked at it, picked out a female Gardevoir doll, and then sat down on a stool at the bar to enjoy the rest of the night. It didn't take long for the enslaved, re-programmed doll to come out, and as soon as she did, the thick-hipped bunny pushed her ass backwards, feeling the silicone spread under its own mass and exposing her holes to the other doll.

"Get to work," she muttered absently.

As the doll did as she was told, kneeling down and shoving her lips and tongue between the bunny's ass cheeks, she turned to the stage. Another show was already underway, and had been for the past ten minutes. It was one of the damaged-doll shows, the ones that basically the most desperate dolls would sign up for and get into for something or other. They were usually the ones that had too damaged a chassis to really afford anything for repairs, so they were working towards getting something bigger, better, or at least a replacement.

Considering that the Purrloin that was submitting to the Arcanine doll had nothing left of her left arm and had her face chewed on already, she was pretty sure that the Purrloin was hoping to look like something else when this was all over and done. She was moaning well enough on the stage, but this audience had heard it all before. If they hadn't gotten into a frenzy with her act, she doubted that they'd do much better for the average woman to cross the stage.

The bartender doll brought her a cup of thick white goo, and she swirled it in her cum. Slick, it looked like, as if something that had been blended with another fluid to make it a little more chemically palatable. Not something that she needed, but the imitation circuits that processed her programming told her to drink it anyway.

She swallowed, feeling it going down, feeling the similarities between it and the squirt-fluids that came from the other girls. A little bit of something else, too, something that artificially slowed down some of the different circuits inside of her, imitating a buzz that wasn't really there. She shook her head, turning back to the show.

As the Arcanine continued to circle the leashed Purrloin, she felt a tongue against her asshole. It wasn't much of a licking, barely more than a light swab of a tongue against it, but she hoped that it'd get better than that. She shook her head, leaning on one arm as she watched the show.

Looks like the Arcanine's going to take it all the way tonight, she thought, watching as the doll leaned in and bit the smaller, feline female. It was clear that each nibble was breaking bigger and more easily ripped holes in the skin, and that would come into play towards the end of the show. Between the bites, the Purrloin was dragged forward, her muzzle pulled between the Arcanine's thighs and made to lick. There was a lot of licking going on, and a lot of fluids hitting the stage.

She took another drink, sighing to herself. Much as she had enjoyed giving her show, now that the buzz of that was gone, she was almost bored here. The only reason she stuck around was because it was better than doing nothing. The extreme sex had nothing to really pull her in the way that it did with the others. She had a hundred different extreme acts downloaded into her memory banks, and she had to know how to perform each one. That, and the fact that her libido was essentially turned off, meant that she didn't have any real interest in the show anymore.

Guess it'll be a mess, sooner or later.

Ariel ground back against the Gardevoir doll behind her, feeling that tongue slacking and needing it to get back to work. She would have preferred to use the other doll as her seat, but all things considered, she wasn't going to get that. Even as an employee, she could only do so much. Any further, and some customer was going to want something else, and that would mean that she'd have to start being their seat.

Not something that she really wanted, though she supposed the boss could program her to want it. She decided to keep that thought to herself.

She was halfway through her drink when the bartender came back, looking down at the glass. The bear woman was half-robotic looking, her synth-flesh on one arm completely gone. She reached out, taking the cup and refilling it.

"You remembered?" Ariel asked.

"Databank says cum whiskey. That right?"

Even the voice was a little bit off. Too few words and too high pitched, like a bimbo in the wrong body. Ariel took the cup with a nod, not wanting to listen to someone else that was completely down on their luck like that. It tended to be a little bit on the depressing side, anyway.

Her wrist clicked as she took the cup again, and she transferred the drink to her other hand. A diagnostic request made its way up and out from her processor, finding her hand and scanning from the fingers up to the forearm. It returned with a bit of damage reported, some small bits of moisture that had made it into the wrist while she was performing earlier. Nothing extreme, nothing in the chassis, but something in the electronics just under it.

Damn.

Well, that wouldn't be too hard to repair. She'd just have to make sure not to fall on it or use it for a few hours until she could get to the repair bay at the back of the club. Still, it was one more thing to be frustrated over.

Doing a self-edit to shift all right-handed functions to her left, she slid further back on her seat, feeling the pointed face of the Gardevoir sinking further between her ass cheeks. It was not that thick an ass to get lost in, true enough, but it wasn't a bad one. She felt that tongue starting to slide inside of her, and she tried to focus on that. At least that was interesting, even if she wasn't horny enough to really get off on it.

As it wiggled in and out of her ass, she turned her attention back to the performing pair. The Purrloin had been pushed back from the Arcanine, but this time, she had been shoved all the way back, her legs spread to face the crowd properly. Juices ran freely, and the Arcanine leaned down, sinking her teeth right into the Purrloin's cheek.

For the first time, the entire audience leaned in, interested and eager to see just what was happening. Ariel cocked her head to the side, not quite interested enough to get that into it, but curious.

Bite.

Clench the jaw.

RIIIIIIIP!

The synth-flesh came away with a long pull, exposing the full side of the doll's face. The Purrloin's eye stopped blinking, but still glowed, still moved, still stared straight ahead. Her jaw was exposed as a boxy sort of shape on one side of her face, and something like drool - or made to look like it - ran out from between her teeth, draining into her mouth or down her throat through different tubes that had, up until that point, been under the synth-flesh.

Everyone stared even as the Purrloin moaned stupidly, her voicebox clicking as she started to malfunction from the sheer level of damage she'd been put through. Her pussy dribbled and clenched on nothing, trying to fuck herself, trying to finish getting off. The crowd gasped.

"Oh fuck."

"She's scrambling."

"To go that far and get nothing."

"Crying shame."

For all that the dolls were more interested at that point, they were still rather casual about the blatant destruction that was going on before them. Ariel shook her head, putting her attention to her drink, the tongue up her ass, and the fact that her wrist was all kinds of fucked and didn't want to work right. One day, just one day, and she was already needing to use the bar benefits of the repair shop. She didn't want to think about how much worse that could get when she started participating in the more extreme shows.

As the Purrloin went quiet, barely twitching as some of her essential oils started to ooze out of the tubes, the crowd turned away and the Arcanine carried the fading doll out. Ariel was pretty sure that she'd be carried out to the scrappers if it was really that bad, and if she wasn't, then she'd be given the funds to get a replacement chassis. Not a good one, but something, something with a different look and different overall appearance.

Draining her drink, Ariel pushed it back to the bartender. The robotic polar bear woman took it from her, tucking it under the bar.

"I wasn't done," she said.

"Bar's closed to employees on shift."

"I just finished, though."

"Yeah, and now you're back on."

"Says -" Beep. "Son of a bitch."

"Get the swearing out. You're not allowed to swear on stage."

Ariel sighed, already feeling her stage persona creeping in. There was almost the equivalent of a loading bar at the base of her vision as it was loaded in and the other loaded out. The light strips along her hips started changing color, getting brighter and less subdued, and she knew that it was only a matter of time before her ass would start shaking again for the crowd. She might as well give in to it.

"I want my money back on the Gardevoir, at least; she's crap at this."

"Fine. Deposit will be done at the end of the shift."

"Better be."

Shaking her head, she walked around the edge of the bar, making her way backstage once more. It wouldn't be long until she was called out, but at least it wouldn't be that horrible a show. She still had all her parts and she planned to keep them that way. Unlike some, she didn't want to give up all the different bits and pieces that she had. She liked her body, wanted to keep it more or less the same. The lights were an exception, something forced on her for the job, but aside from that...

Well, she would make it work. Ariel could feel the old her slipping away and the stage dancer coming back, her lips turning up in a smile as the little servos whirred beneath her jaws to give her a proper grin for the stage.

Showtime, she thought, and waited for her name to be called.

The End

Summary: A dancing doll finds herself off-shift, and goes back to a more casual view on everything.

Tags: F/F, exhibitionism, voyeurism, boredom, rimming, public, dolls, androids, juices, fluids, damage, edging, oral, wet, malfunction,