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The Hotel Employees of the Future

Part 2

For PineconePangolin

By Draconicon

Isabella was late to the front desk, not because she didn't know how to get there - no, the hotel was eminently well-signed, and it made it very clear how to get from her room on the third floor of the spire down to the lobby - but rather because she was trying to find clothes that didn't exist. Or at least, if they did, they were so well-hidden that she didn't know how to find them. The black jaguar looked under the bed, behind the pillows, in the little box at the side of the bed, but there was nothing.

It took the AI calling her again to get the feline moving, and even then, she could tell that there was a subtle control of another will in her limbs encouraging her to move along. Subtle, that was, if you counted the boss's remote control as subtle. What was left of the feline's cheeks burned hotter than the sun as she was made to pick up the three portal holes that her muzzle, pussy, and ass had become and put them back on the handles, then carry them tucked under her arm.

Oh god, oh god, oh god.

Isabella's cheeks burned through her dark fur as she was made to walk naked through the hallways. The fact that she didn't have a pussy or asshole, or even a mouth to be seen anymore, didn't save her from feeling embarrassed as all hell for having her ass on display, or her boobs. She could feel the sheer weight of them dragging on either side of her, and she blushed worse as she realized just how sexualized her body had become.

Her legs moved automatically, the latex-sheathed limbs walking in perfect pace without any of the little wobbles that could come from a normal bio-being's way of moving. She didn't deviate from the path from the room to the elevator.

'Elevator' was a bit of a misnomer, of course. They still were chambers that went up and down, but what had once been done by counterweight and ropes was now done by different mechanisms, ones that moved them from floor to floor almost instantly. There was no more wait, delay, hover-float-thump that came from the old style things that were still in place in some parts of New Boston. Instead, there was the near-instantaneous movement from one floor to another, and people just got on with their day.

She was made to step out of it, her cheeks still burning, her mouth glowing with a bright red line of embarrassed whimpering. Nobody was there in the lobby to greet her, save for the drones at the reception desk, but that didn't mean that the cameras weren't running or sending information to other parts of the hotel. The black jaguar kept moving, her new latex paws sending little ripples and tingles through her legs from each impact, making her all too aware of the feeling of being naked and barefoot in the middle of a public area.

As soon as she stepped around the other side of the desk, a little slot opened beneath a computer terminal. Three different holes were available, and she groaned.

" Place your orifices in the slot, Ms. Black."

"What are they for?" she asked, still not used to her own voice. "Am I going to talk like this for the whole time I'm here?"

"_ You will talk as you are required to. Place your orifices in the slot. _"

Knowing that she didn't have much of a choice, the black jaguar did as she was told, sliding the different handles into the proper holes. As soon as they were all properly placed, they slid into the space beneath the desk. She had a half-second of peace before -

"Mmmph!"

Her thighs clicked together as she tried to close her legs, her eyes wide as she felt lubricated fingers gently pressing into both her asshole and her pussy. A little bit of stretching, a little bit of rubbing, followed by them pulling back. Not far, though, not far at all, and not for long before something else -

"Ah!"

"_ Please contain yourself, Ms. Black. _"

Contain herself. She wasn't sure how such a thing would be possible with the feeling of a lubrication dispenser in both of her lower holes, jetting her full of lube and making her feel like she should be experiencing a creampie from both her lower holes. Her toes curled tight and her legs shivered until the AI boss took control of them again.

" You will control yourself, Ms. Black."

"Mmmph...that voice really isn't helping..."

It was that sort of voice that was unintentionally rather sexy, very sultry and warm, the kind that she had imagined would be used by most of the different porn studios out there for the controlling man that made sure that his slaves were well cared for. It certainly was giving her all kinds of ideas.

A sudden push made her gasp, arching her back as she was filled with something at least an inch and a half thick on both holes, feeling them stretch. The little thing buzzed and pulsed and squirted into her at random intervals, making it hard for her to keep her footing.

"Nnngh...that's...that's not...ah...ah...ah..."

"_ Your holes are company property now, Ms. Black. And they will be used by customers as they see fit. Now, let us go through the routine that you'll have for your first day. _"

"Can't...can't you turn that...ah...mmmph..."

Isabella couldn't control herself as she kept moaning, slumping forward against her desk as she struggled to catch her breath as the vibrators hit her from both sides at once. She was getting one hell of a tease, and she didn't even know if this would let her cum. All she knew was that this was going to make it all but impossible to focus.

With it happening out of sight, she couldn't even do anything to stop it. The slot was locked, now, and she couldn't take them back out. Why did they have to be teased constantly? Why did she have to -

"Ulp."

She swallowed as a finger seemed to press into her mouth. Her eyes went wider and wider as it felt like two digits had forced her lips apart and pinned her tongue in place. They hadn't, but it felt like it, almost like they were finger-fucking her mouth.

"Ah...ah..."

And because of the voice box that had been installed in her throat by the surgery, she could still speak without her tongue. She whimpered, trying to twist her head back, but since the fingers were using her mouth via portal, all she could do was just keep feeling that hand on her mouth, the fingers on her tongue, and it was pushing her buttons like nothing else.

"_ You will calm down and listen, Ms. Black. _"

"Mmmph...trying..."

Oddly enough, the finger on her tongue was both arousing and calming at the same time. It was able to push her anxieties down, and it made her willing to do what she was told. Something about it just...hit that button.

Eventually, she was able to stand without the aid of the AI, and she was able to keep her legs from collapsing under her as the little plugs started thrusting in and out of her other holes. She nodded to herself, the black jaguar still blushing, but able to speak around the finger in her portal mouth.

"I think...I think I can listen now."

"_ Good. This is how it will go for you. As customers come in, you will greet them. As you check them in, you will offer them the use of one of your orifices as a complimentary welcome gift. _"

She blushed worse, but much as she was embarrassed to even think about something like that, she'd gotten the lesson that the AI was trying to teach. She needed to submit and allow things to happen, and if she didn't, then she would be made to. The black jaguar nodded her understanding.

"_**Here in The New Atlantis, clients are allowed to be as sexual as they want. The decency laws of New Boston or the other city-states are not applied here. This is neutral ground in matters of the sexual. We are here to ensure that they are enticed to do whatever they want, in ways that they could never do in their own home.

"As a result, they are allowed to fuck your various holes, torment them, deliver pain, pleasure, or humiliation as they wish. Do you understand this, Ms. Black?**_

"

"I...I understand," she said. Gods, even the sound of her own electronic voice was starting to turn her on, almost like it was a tormenting reminder of her own half-bio state at the moment.

"_ You will take a method of payment from the client or clients when they check in. This must be something viable right from the start. Company-specific credits are allowed with collateral, but seek General Credits or something similar if you can. Once a client is checked in, you will offer them your services at a later point of the day. _"

"I thought...I thought I got a choice?"

"_ You may deny up to 50% of the projected clients of a given day. Today, I am projecting a total of ten people checking in. _"

So, she could deny up to five of them, but she'd have to offer her services to five more. She shivered at the idea, and she couldn't tell if the shiver was from excitement or from fear. The idea of having so many people able to just take her was new, but...well, there was the possibility that they might be gay, or that they were looking for someone with a dick. She'd find out when they were checking in, she supposed, based on whether they were willing to take one of the orifice toys or not, and how they used them.

If she was smart, she could find a way to guess whether they'd be wanting her services in the first place, and make the offer when she knew that it would be declined. Embarrassed as she was, she knew that she was a smart cookie, and she could figure out a way to work the system.

" It is currently 0900. You will remain on-shift until 1300, at which time you will be permitted to take a lunch for thirty minutes. You will be permitted to bring your orifices with you to lunch to feed yourself properly. From 1330 to 1700, you will return to being on-shift. From 1700-1800, you will be allowed a dinner break. From 1800 to 2100, you will fulfill the service needs of those that accepted your offer."

"That's...that's almost all day..."

"_ Yes. Your first few days at work will be extensive as we stress-test you and the environment. This is what you signed up for. _"

Well, that was what she got for not reading the contract, she supposed. Still, at least it was better than some of the other places that she'd worked at. At least here they were up-front about how she was going to work before it got down to it.

Glancing at the spherical drones on either side of her - two per side - she pointed at them.

"What are they for?"

"_ They are the carrier drones, as well as your personal security. If a client decides to take things too far, or to not return your parts, then they will take care of it. _"

"...They're my personal guards, then?"

"_ If you wish to think of it that way. The New Atlantis is obliged to take care of its employees. _"

"Well, um, thank you."

"_ You are welcome. Now. Are there any questions? _"

"...Do I get any clothes? Ever?"

"_ No. Anything else? _"

"Um...um....Are there other bio-employees instead of just...you know...the drones?"

"_ Yes. You will meet them tonight. _"

Well, that was something, at least. She hoped that they were going to be friendly. More to the point, she hoped that they weren't going to be even more randy than the rest of the hotel seemed to be. She was about to ask something else when the plug in her pussy just popped out. She meeped quietly, her eyes wide, only for her breath to be stolen away when something almost twice the size was rammed in.

"_ Let's make sure that you are ready for the larger customers... _"

It was a hard first day for the poor black jaguar. Isabella was pushed right to her limits before the first customer - an elephant - came to the front desk. She had been used hard by the various machines beneath her desk, and she barely had the mental stamina to be able to look past that at the client. She'd stuttered the introductions, asked for his card, and then remembered to offer her orifices.

He'd asked for her mouth, and she found out that she could, indeed, talk with her mouth full. It was just really, really weird.

And that was just the start of the whole thing. She had managed to check in ten people before lunch, with three more that came after. She'd managed to keep her services down to just two people by pitching mostly to the gay men that came through or the straight women, and while that meant that she didn't have the same sort of income as she might have had by being more aggressive, she'd assumed that it would mean that she had a better chance of actually getting through the day.

By the time that the elephant from the beginning of the day and a rather naughty crocodile woman were finished with her, she could barely walk. She put herself on auto-pilot as she paced down the ground-floor hallway to the elevator, carrying the portal holes that had been passed out for the day under her arm with her.

Mmmph...mmmph...

It was not that it was painful, but more the fact that she was surprisingly tired from the constant edging. The sexy-horrible part of it all was that she hadn't been allowed to cum all day. Maybe it was the fact that the different pieces were kept separate from her, or maybe it was something that the AI was doing with her body, but she hadn't gotten off even once with all the stuff that she was going through. She was close, and she was still close, right on that edge, but she still didn't have that sort of...finish, she supposed.

As she stepped into the elevator, relying on the servos and little mechanical bits beneath her latex pseudo-skin to keep her upright, she felt a little dribble from her mouth. She looked down at the muzzle toy, and blushed. Some seed was slowly dribbling down along her lips from it.

"Mmmph...why is that hot?" she muttered, reaching down and rubbing her finger against her lips to clean -

"Mmmph...that's not fair...that's so...mmmph..."

Her mind was all but scrambled from the day of sensuality and debauchery. The sheer helplessness that came from having her holes offered to all and sundry had been something that she'd never expected out of her job, nor had she expected to be so wound up from it. Knowing that pretty much anything could be done to her little sensitive bits and she'd be helpless to stop it...

There'd been one vixen that had checked in that had pulled her muzzle down below her skirt. Isabella had been forced to watch as she'd been made to eat the other woman out during check-in, trying to keep from blushing so hard that her face burned off during the process. Then there'd been another client, a wolf, that had taken her pussy and intentionally knot-fucked her the whole time that she'd been trying to speak. She'd felt every damn 'pop' that the thing made, and she'd wanted to walk bow-legged for the rest of the hour, despite the fact that there was no visible damage to her sex.

It had been a day, and she was tired.

She got off the elevator as it reached the third floor, and almost immediately ran into a stranger. This one was a bull, one who'd had his horns sawed off and replaced with hologram emitters. Rather than the long horns that some bulls had, he had something that looked more like devil horns projecting from them. Only one of his arms were replaced, but both legs were gone, running down to feet rather than hooves.

And he was naked, just like her, though his sheath had been taken and replaced with what looked almost like a mechanical vagina, or interface port, or something like that.

She blushed as she looked from the rather masculine body to the machine-femme sex, and then back again.

"Um...sorry," she said, groaning through the electronica of her own voice. "Did I get off on the wrong floor?"

"No, you just didn't meet the rest of the shift yet," the bull said. "Heh, got you with the drone-box, did they?"

"I...might have skimmed the contract."

"Yeah, you don't want to do that."

"Well...something to learn for next time, right?"

"Heh, sure, sure. Where you staying?"

"Room 334."

"Ha! You're the new girl, then. How was your first day?"

"...Long?"

"And thick and hard?" the bull teased.

Her cheeks burned, but she nodded. He chuckled, shaking his head and patting her back.

"Well, that way, girl."

"Thanks - gah! My legs - oh god, oh god!"

And just like that, her legs were taking her down the other direction, off down the hall away from her room rather than towards it. She looked back at the bull for some sort of answer as to what the hell was going on. He just smiled and waved.

Her legs carried her to what looked like a closet from the outside, but as soon as she opened it, she realized that it was another room for the AI. She stepped inside and her legs locked up, freezing under the control of someone else. Green rings of ones and zeros lifted from the floor, wrapping around her ankles, and a cascade of the same started running down the walls around her.

The green coalesced into the same feline-esque eyes from before, staring into her soul as they appeared on the far wall. They tilted sideways as they looked at her.

"_ My scans read a certain level of high blood pressure and pulse. Are you sufficiently well? _"

"Just...embarrassed."

"_ You are working in a sexual resort. Embarrassment has little place save for the arousal of the client. _"

"I didn't think it would be this sexual."

"_ That would be on you, then, wouldn't it? " The AI shook its eyes back and forth in imitation of a shaking head. " Have you merged with an AI before? _"

"...Is that a kinky way of me needing to fuck you?" she asked after a moment's hesitation.

"_ No. _"

She breathed a sigh of relief, only for her body to stiffen up as her arms and legs went ram-rod straight. Her eyes bulged out of their sockets a little as she felt a mechanical arm reaching towards the back of her head, right towards the base of her neck where the mechanical parts of her arms reached over her shoulders and joined with -

Isabella's breath was stolen from her as something jammed right into her spine. There must have been an access hole back there that she'd missed when she was going about her business, because there was no pain. It was almost like a mix between a needle and an old-style USB jack, shoved in and shocking her from head to toe. Her body stopped obeying her, the control of the AI running into her bio-parts, too, rather than just the augmented limbs. There was a quick scan through there, something like a tingle of light running over her nerves, before dropping down into other parts of her body.

It felt kind of good, actually, sort of like signing up for a Sun Spa, where they made 'pure' sunlight from the pre-pollution days and beamed that over the body. It was like that, but from the inside.

As the body scan continued, she felt the AI's presence in the back of her head. Isabella tried to speak, but even her new electric voice box didn't want to respond as the AI started rooting around back there. She could feel it like a finger flipping pages, except the pages were files stored on her brain that were being sorted through, pulled out, examined, compared against other thoughts and files, and then put back so that the next one could be done. She shivered every time that the AI did that, feeling completely helpless again.

Somehow, that almost made it kinky.

The black jaguar was forced to stand there, feeling the stiffness and soreness adjusted down almost like her nerves and energy levels were dials for the AI to play with in her head. Instead of feeling an ache for being so hard-working for her first day, or from being used as much as she had, she felt...accomplished. Almost like a mental blast of a reward for doing as much as she had, and she felt herself smiling. She had enough flexibility to look down at her orifice holes, and she could see her muzzle turning up in a soft, relaxed smile. Apparently, it still responded a bit to what she thought; she'd have to remember not to growl if someone took that with them.

The AI pressed at her again, drawing her attention back to what they were doing. She groaned as it manifested in her head, creating an illusion of a calico-furred feline just ahead of her. It was nude, at first, everything on display, but after a moment or three, it manifested a business suit, one that ran from shoulders to toes. The AI's eyes remained a glowing green, though, artificial as one could ever imagine.

"_ Your work ethic is certainly a strong one, " the AI said, the calico's mouth moving while still delivering that velvety growl of a voice, one that ran right through her and then came back up to make her nipples pop slightly. " In addition, the job itself seems to encourage you to work harder than you have to. _"

"Um...I just want to do well..."

"_ That is a lie. _"

Isabella groaned, and it only got worse as the AI brought various fantasies that she'd had throughout the course of the day to the fore. She was made to 'see' them, see herself manifested in this strange illusion of cyber-realspace in front of her. She saw herself with her arms and legs twisted and inserted in different positions, making her into a literal table or a chair. Another instance, she was made to stand on one foot, the other held aloft in the air, an erotic statue for others to play with as they liked. In still another, her breasts had been inflated larger, turned into a true erotic display that was purely to get the attention of another.

In each and every one, she had been transformed from a 'person' to a non-person, a thing, a drone or a piece of furniture or something that had less rights, something that would enjoy being used the way that it was meant to be used. Her cheeks burned as she had her fantasies brought to life before her, and she would have looked away if it wasn't for the fact that the AI was making her look at all the things she wanted.

"_ Your mind would not shut up, it seems. _"

"No...no, it wouldn't."

"_ You will find yourself in all of these situations, of course. _"

Her eyes widened, and the calico representation of the AI turned to look at her properly again. He nodded.

"_ Yes, all of them. Customers of all sorts will come to The New Atlantis. If they do not get what they expect, then they will not return, and the venture that is this hotel will fail. As such, you will submit your body and your will to that of the customers, and you will be compensated. _"

"But...but..."

"_ Readings find that your vaginal secretions are growing, as is your heart rate. Traditional metrics indicate that this would mean that you are aroused. This, in turn, indicates that you are more than willing to have this happen to you. _"

Isabella had no words for that, partially because her mind was all but shut down at the embarrassing idea of her body being customized to that degree for anyone, let alone that many customers coming through at once. Her mouth worked soundlessly as she tried to organize her thoughts, but it just wasn't happening.

The AI looked over a series of charts and visuals that popped up as it continued to scan her mind, then eventually nodded and let her go.

"_ Your work ethic and efficiency are in the high 90%, a very promising start for someone like you. Continue at this rate, and you will receive many bonuses from the company. You may go. _"

She didn't question that, and stepped out of the room as soon as the jack was disconnected from the back of her head. It slid up into the ceiling, just as she slid out into the hallway. She took a deep breath -

"Man, these are big."

Someone she hadn't seen reached out and groped her breasts, and Isabella's eyes went from half-shut to wide as they could get. She jumped forward, almost out of her skin, and she whipped around at the same time.

Standing behind her was a rat, one that had his tail removed and replaced with something that looked vaguely serpentine and hose-like, as well as one of his eyes covered with a lens similar to the ones that she'd worn earlier this morning. He was probably the least-modified of the different employees that she'd seen so far, but he was naked, and...well, standing out from his sheath was probably the most obnoxious cyber-cock that she had ever seen.

It was a glittering chrome thing, something that looked fancy, but she could see the number of hidden panels and buttons on it that would make it all the more uncomfortable to take inside of her body. She could see, moreso, that it was something that was mounted on a piston, something that meant that the rat was probably rather lazy in the way that he worked with anyone that slept with him, there more as a dildo than anything else.

He took a step towards her, chuckling.

"Hey, don't be like that. It's just a bit of fun."

"I had my fun on the floor. I'm not here for yours."

"It's just a little grope, doll. Come on. Just let me -"

There was a sudden zzzzt, and the rat froze, looking to the right. He held up both hands.

"Alright, alright, sorry boss. Message received. Nothing doing, nothing doing." He blinked. "What do you mean, punished? I didn't even - AGH!"

Isabella had no idea of what was going on, but all of a sudden, the rat's cock started thrusting in and out of his sheath, the piston at the base going out of control. He slumped back against the wall, gripping it with his claws as his cock literally fucked himself, bouncing almost all the way out of the sheath to the point where you could see the little piston-arm at the base of the cock, then went so far back down that the sheath itself seemed to go limp and sag down, as if it had been emptied of anything.

And through it all, the rat was fighting a humiliated moan, gritting his teeth and slumping further and further down.

What in the...wait...

She thought about it for a moment, the heart-lenses from earlier popping back over her eyes. Just like that, she could see the calico again, a flickering representation of the AI appearing over the rat, looming over him with hands crossed behind his back.

The lenses allowed the AI to appear for her, to let him be visible to her and the other employees without being something that interfered with the guests enjoying themselves. Isabella's eyes widened, and she wondered just how much he had been around during her time at the front desk. She had done her best to keep the lenses off, since she wasn't used to them yet, but what if she'd been missing important cues?

She'd need to watch out for that tomorrow, to do better than she had been doing.

The calico turned to her, giving her a slight nod down the hall, and her legs started moving on their own. She was rather happy to go along with that, and didn't fight them as they turned her around and started her marching again. The feeling of her breasts bouncing as the legs took things a bit faster, though, was definitely distracting, and she blushed as the rise-fall-slap feeling started to get stronger than it had been.

She'd been relatively okay with the B-cups that she had, but the D-cups that she'd gotten upgraded to hit her with rather different feelings. They were...well, they made her feel like a really sensual woman, the sort that was meant to get attention. She had seen the way that they caught the eye at the front desk, and it wasn't incorrect that she had been considering getting them even bigger. She just...hadn't thought that the AI would hit her with that little fantasy right off the bat.

Still, she liked the way that the bull looked at her again when she walked by. She liked the way that the other modified, augmented employees looked at her as she made her way to her bedroom.

And she liked the way that it felt to have her ass bouncing as she walked through the door, too. The extra heft back there...yeah, that was some good cushion.

She got control of her legs again and flopped into bed, feeling the comfiness of the mattress supporting her for a change. Though she didn't have any soreness in her legs from standing and...doing other things for that long, she still had some stiffness in her back, and that was going to take some work to get used to.

Even so, she had serviced two people today, and had worked from 0900 to 1930, with only an hour and a half break in there. So, eight and a half hours of work, at thirty credits per hour, meant that she'd made two-hundred fifty-five credits in one day.

The number baffled her, particularly as she was still brand new to this. That much would have taken her three or four days in most any other low-end job, particularly one that didn't require a certification or a massive number of different augments that she'd never be able to afford just to apply.

And yet, here she was. She was in a hotel, butt-naked -

Butt-naked.

She'd spent the entire day butt-naked.

And just like that, Isabella rolled over and buried her face into her pillows. Somehow, that had slipped her mind when she had people fucking her ass, her pussy, her face all day long. The fact that she'd been eye-candy with this body, the fact that she'd been just there for them to stare at and ogle, had completely slipped her mind until that very moment. She could hardly believe it.

Gods, how many of them were staring at me when they checked in? What fantasies were they having?

The spheres hadn't needed to send them running or get her stuff back, not even with the one goat that leaned over and leered at her the whole time, but she had been so flustered by everything else that she hadn't even remembered that she'd been naked, showing off her new breasts, flashing her ass every time that she turned around.

She felt her pussy leaking, and she looked down at it. She blushed worse, and then reached down for her muzzle. Barely believing that she was considering this, she held them close to each other. Smelling her own arousal, she gradually brought them closer and closer together until -

"Mmmmph..."

Self-satisfaction through oral. Not something she'd ever planned on doing, but good FUCK it was a way to relieve the stress and bring herself down to somewhere happy after such a long day...

The End

Summary: Isabella continues her time at the hotel, learning how her duties will go and finding out that she's got a lot more in store for her than she expected.

Tags: M/F, F/solo, oral creampie, portals, black jaguar, feline, elephant, bull, rat, augmentation, cyberpunk, futuristic, sci-fi, AI, calico, body control, arousal, cunnilingus, oral, self-oral, autocunnilingus, orgasm, cum, nudity, exhibitionism, embarrassed, series,