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The Hotel Employees of the Future

Part 6

For PineconePangolin

By Draconicon

Unfortunately, the repairs were only really feasible on her legs. They had crumpled, yes, but Molly had the skills to pull them out and straighten the metal frames with a fair bit of physical effort. Isabella kept expecting to feel pain from it, but either the mouse was just that good, or she just had all sensation blocked down there. She rather expected that it was more the second than the first, but she liked to imagine that the mouse was just a great expert and that was why she didn't feel any pain.

Her arm, however, was just fucked up beyond all reason. Isabella watched as the mouse lifted the limb, which was almost completely torn off at the elbow, wincing as Molly shook her head.

"You're going to need a new one."

"You sure?"

"Fuck, you think I'd suggest amputation if I wasn't?"

"Um...fair point..."

"Well, at least you've got...Yeah. You've got that. You'll be okay."

Before she could ask what Molly was talking about, the mouse braced three metal legs against the table, lowering the half-shattered elbow of synth-flesh and metal against it. Isabella had half a second to realize what was going to happen before it actually did, her eyes going wide as Molly slammed the arm down against her legs.

The horrible sound of grinding, tearing, and finally snapping metal filled the room, and when it was done, her arm ended at the elbow. No blood since it was completely synthetic rather than biological, but it was still a rather horrifying, terrifying feeling to watch one's limb completely disappear that way. She stared at the end of her arm, shivering as she realized that she hadn't felt a thing, that she could probably lose it all the way up to the shoulder without getting hurt if it was required.

Molly held onto the busted part of the arm, lowering all but one of her spider-legs back to the ground. The raised one sprayed something on the end of the limb.

"What's that for?"

"To make sure that we don't get starfish problems."

"...I don't get it."

"The nanites repair you, remember?"

"Right, but - oh. You mean..."

"Yeah. We could have two of your sexy butts - I mean, two of you running around."

"...I'm really trying to figure out if I should take those as compliments."

"You shouldn't hear them in the first place!"

The mouse's cheeks burned bright red, but Isabella didn't do anything more than smile. Even with that, it was done with the detached muzzle, keeping it from being seen. Much as she was flattered by the mouse's attention, she didn't want to make it more awkward than it already was. For that matter, even if she was inclined to start thinking of things with Molly - something that she hadn't done before that moment - she had to admit that she didn't even know how the part stuff would work out.

Does she even have anything down there anymore? she wondered. I mean, the legs start at the waist, and I haven't seen anything under there, so...

She hissed as the nanites in her arm suddenly distracted her from her ruminations. Looking down at the half-limb, she watched as more of the metal superstructure started to grow out from the elbow, a tiny, almost invisible series of sparks leading the way down as it started growing in.

"What...are they actually regenerating me?"

"Yep. The hotel has you on file or some shit like that. They'll fix up any big injury."

"Then why did you take it off?"

"Because they don't kick in until either the AI tells them to or it's a total loss. They still thought I could repair it."

"Could you?"

"Yeah, over a week. This is faster."

Faster was an understatement. They'd barely been talking for thirty seconds, and she'd already regrown her arm from elbow to wrist. At least as far as the framework was concerned, anyway. The synth-flesh was taking longer to catch up, but it had started growing, spreading a slick black along the metal frame and taking on the same corded, somewhat muscular look as it had had before.

It felt like it was something that should have itched, but instead, she found herself rather fascinated by it. The creeping, twitching feeling of bones growing, of fake flesh covering them, of sensation slowly coming back: it was all rather surreal as she felt her arm creeping back down along her side.

The bones of her fingers started appearing, pushed forward by the core part of her hand. She wiggled them a bit, surprised that her body would let her do something so ridiculous, and the macabre appearance of metal digits flicking back and forth made her giggle.

"Hehehe...I'm a robot..."

"No, just augmented."

"What's the matter? Just being silly."

Molly lifted one leg again, and Isabella winced.

"Right. Sorry. You're not a robot."

"Damn straight I'm not."

Isabella rubbed the back of her head with her good hand, hoping that she hadn't made some horrible mistake with joking around like that. Much as she liked playing up the silly sometimes, she could see how that would have been a bit offensive. She wasn't a robot, and it was clear that Molly didn't want to think of herself as one, either.

The regeneration continued in silence, and soon, she had a perfectly healthy arm again. It was actually shinier than the other one, and she smiled as she flexed her fingers, enjoying the feeling of proper movement again.

"Thanks, Molly."

"Yeah, well, thank me after we get this installation done."

"Installation?"

"Yeah. The module, remember?"

The black jaguar went slightly wide-eyed, having almost forgotten that they were going to be rooting around the inside of her skull for this. She started to sit up, only for the mouse to pull herself onto the repair table in a manner not dissimilar to a feral dog, using four of her limbs to stabilize herself, and then thrusting herself up with the other four. Clickity-click went the metal legs, the mouse getting into a proper position.

"Roll over. I need to get to the back of your head."

"Um, maybe I can get around without that. After all, the AI didn't put one in me. Maybe he's got a reason?"

"Roll. Over."

"No, I mean, it's fine. I'll just pay more attention next time, heh...heheh..."

"I'm not gonna be fixing you twice a week when it's something that we can just solve right now, so roll over before I decide to put it somewhere else."

"Can you?"

"Yeah, but you're not going to want it there."

"What are my options?" she asked, more than slightly desperately.

"Middle of your spine."

"...Um...a-any others?"

"You got spine, skull, or another part of your spine. That's it. This bitch has to hook up to the nervous system so it has a clear shot right to the brain. Otherwise, it doesn't work."

Isabella whimpered. The idea of having the back of her head cut open for a module implant didn't make her happy. She would have preferred to keep everything more or less the same as it already was. After all, she could just cut off limbs and let them grow back if they got damaged; why did she have to have someone shove stuff inside of her?

Isn't that the job, though? Let someone shove something inside you?

The black jaguar blushed, slapping a hand over her forehead. Molly shook her head.

"Whatever just got you glowing, I don't want to know. Now, roll the fuck over before you make me use some of my other upgrades."

"Other...upgrades?"

"You think the legs are just for show? I don't just move like a spider, you know."

Before the thought of Molly having a rope-spitter along her underside could settle too deep in her brain, she did as she was told. The black jaguar rolled onto her belly, feeling her breasts buoying her up. She crossed her arms under her chin, doing her best to keep her head stable, and more than that, doing her best to ignore the feeling of metal arms wrapping around her middle and keeping her pinned in place. The whole thing was spine-chilling, and she had to fight her own fears right at that moment more than she expected to. Certainly a hell of a lot more than she'd had to fight the fears of augmentation to her arms and legs, and even more than the portal stuff that had been done to her mouth and holes.

"You know what you're doing, right?" she asked.

"I'm the maintenance woman. They decided that degree required some surgery expertise five years ago."

"And you got your degree five years ago, right?"

"Six, but who's counting?"

"Nnnnngh, maybe we should - gah!"

And just like that, Molly applied a shock to her spine. She stiffened, then went limp, both her bio parts and her augmented parts completely shut down. She couldn't move, couldn't shift her position, and she was completely helpless. As a matter of fact, she felt numb from the waist up.

"There. No more squirming. Don't move. Breath slowly."

At least the mouse was taking it seriously; that was something. She didn't know if it was enough, but -

The pressure came quickly, pressing down on the very back of her head. It took all of her concentration to focus on just breathing, feeling the slowly-building force on the back of her head. It cut into her flesh, and then down further, into bone. There was a strange feeling of something opening, pressure from inside being released, and then something that she had never, ever felt before, and which made her itch and want to twitch from head to toe. She felt something pushing on her brain.

Oh fuck, that's weird, that's weiiiiiiiird!

She didn't know if there was some sort of bio-electric response or if it was something that Molly was deliberately causing, but she could feel the tingles and itch and heat and cold and everything at once running right down her spine and into her limbs. It was like someone was fiddling with every nerve at once. She might have been limp, but numb? That wasn't quite the word for it, not anymore.

Her breath came shakily, but she didn't buck or jerk or anything. She just stared straight ahead, her voicebox glowing pink and then red and then pink again as she whimpered.

"This hurt?" Molly asked, and she pushed down a bit more firmly.

- paws getting slapped and breasts getting hit, spasming and shaking as the paddle and flogger beat across her body -

"Nnnngh...yes, but...hurts good."

"...The fuck?"

"I don't know. You just made a memory real."

"Oh. That fucker. That motherfucker..."

"What?"

"Nothing. I'll...fuck. Let's get this done."

Isabella didn't have a chance to ask what was going on before she was cast adrift in a sea of memories, hallucinations, and entirely too real sensations. Everything that she had encountered and felt and been put through over the last few months and samples of memory going back more than a dozen years came back with a rush. They hit her as hard as living through them had, and while most of them were good, some of them really weren't.

She didn't know what was going on, and there were a few times when she actually lost hold of what was real and what wasn't. Isabella found herself drifting through time and memory and place, and there were times when it looped back on itself, making her remember that first memory of being pushed down and then made to remember the beating and play. In and out of time and memory.

Through it all, Molly was right there, low-level cursing out the AI, Isabella's brain, and everything else that seemed to come to mind. It was the one constant through the whole situation, and she held tight to it, clinging to the voice of the foul-mouthed mouse as she was fitted with the new implant. She didn't know what it would do to her in the long run, but the desperation to find something to keep her grounded was all she had right then.

Eventually, the nanites started healing the back of her skull and her head, and while there was a sense of pressure back there, there was no more of that sense of openness and vulnerability that she'd been going through. Click-click went the metal legs as they hopped off the table, and then a shock ended the whole thing. Her arms and legs whirred back to life, and she groaned as she was finally able to sit up and move again.

"How do you feel?" Molly asked.

"Weird. Very weird."

"You back to normal?"

"Define normal."

"Heh, back in your own head."

She smiled, about to nod -

- getting fucked from behind the desk, pleasure rushing through her, her breasts bouncing and shaking every time that her body tried to ride a cock that wasn't there. The burning feeling of one client fucking her ass fleshlight, another fucking her pussy, the strange feeling of trying to talk through the voicebox when something was rammed down her throat in the first place -

She sat back with a rush, rubbing her head. The memory had come unbidden, and it had come back real and hard. She looked down at the holes that she had carried with her, and she could see that her pussy was drooling from the memory.

"Um...mostly back."

"Yeah, that'll happen, I guess. Sorry. The brain's sensitive to pressure and that fucking thing likes to spark."

"Is it going to do that...forever?"

"Just for the next week. Pretty sure. Pretty sure. Yeah, the next week, and then you'll be back to whatever fucking passes for normal for you."

So, a week of random memories. That was going to be 'fun.' She shook her head, taking a few deep breaths to get her head on straight.

"So, um...what does this give me?" she asked, pointing to the side of her head. "Is it going to give me anything besides all those memories, or?"

"Right, you want to turn that on, first. It's a slightly older model, so it's not as good as what Bea might have in her head, but it'll do. Just tell it 'Sync with The New Atlantis.' Just gotta think it."

"Okay...let me try..."

Holding that phrase in her mind, she tried to 'push' it at the module in the back of her head. No sooner had she done so than she went ramrod straight, her eyes going wide and flicking with various ones and zeroes dancing down the inside of her eyeball. Or at least, that was how it felt. Flick, flack, flick went the heart-shaped lenses over her eyeballs, covering them and then resetting. Her arms twisted up, back, then out to the sides before doing the wave, and then went back to her sides.

Through the whole song and dance - a literal song, as her voicebox started singing 'Somewhere Over The Rainbow' - she felt information being dumped into her head. A memory bank, and a processor, it seemed, as the module started translating the information from binary to proper stuff that she could understand. It filtered through the random compression issues, and then presented to her -

"Oh, wow. A map."

"Thank god, you're done singing."

"...Was it that bad?"

"It was all autotune."

Isabella blushed, but didn't say anything, focusing on the map that was superimposed over one corner of her vision. It flickered to show where they were, then zoomed out the minute that she thought about it. The whole thing was a perfect way of finding her way through the hotel.

But there was more than that. There was a ping in the corner of her vision, like a note popping in. This one was a reminder of -

Oh, dear...

She blushed, seeing the schedule of different 'clients' that she still had lined up for later on in the week. The AI had done some record-keeping, and apparently, had put her on availability for non-guests to reserve if they liked her services. She could be shuttled off as far as New Boston or the Star of the South for service if need be, and it seemed like she had some work ahead of her, soon.

Well, at least now she had some updates on that rather than having to talk to the AI directly. Then again, she felt like she might miss that.

Tink tink.

She blinked, looking past the various bits of info in her vision at the mouse. Molly had just tapped her forehead with one of her metal legs, cocking her head to the side.

"Ahem."

"What?"

"Yeah, you don't think you owe me some thanks? Fine gratitude there."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Really, I just...I got so distracted."

"Still not hearing those thanks."

"Thank you, seriously. Thank you, Molly."

"There we fucking go. Now that that's done, I gotta go finish that light."

The mouse left, and she stared after her. It wasn't until Molly was completely out of sight that she wished that she'd said something. It felt like she could have done something more than just say thanks, and considering the way that the mouse looked at her, she had every reason to believe that Molly would have enjoyed that sort of 'reward' for all those services rendered. She was honestly a little surprised that the mouse hadn't asked for that sort of thing from her, considering she was the hotel sex worker.

Then again, maybe Molly was shy. Or...or maybe those...

She remembered the synth-flesh ear that Molly had, as well as the various marks and scars that the synth-flesh filled in on the mouse's face and along some other parts of her. Maybe there was something to her that didn't want to be seen in that way, or didn't feel worthy of it?

Or maybe you're psychoanalyzing people without knowing what you're thinking about.

Shaking her head, she leaned back against the table again. She was still on her day off, but she still felt rather strange. The visit with Bea had been a rather powerful part of the day, teaching her about the PA things and the various little bits and bobs that a programmer could do, and then she had fallen down a hole and needed repairs. She felt funny around both of the women, and she didn't really know what to do with that.

" Fuck them."

The AI's voice came from nowhere, as usual, but its suggestion put fire in her cheeks. She blushed worse than usual, rubbing her face.

"That's not happening."

" And why not?"

"They're coworkers. I shouldn't just...and they could just ask..."

" You are a whore. That means that you have the power. You can find new clients. Just...advertise yourself."

It was all too easy to remember how much Molly had seemed to like her swaying butt, but Isabella still groaned at the idea of putting that on display, of walking around and showing off for the mouse. Particularly in front of other people. That just felt like too much, and it felt like it was trying to entice someone that might not want to be enticed.

More to the point, she didn't know if she could bring herself to do it. She had been completely blindsided with the affection from the rodent, and she honestly wasn't sure if she was worthy of it. It felt like something that should have been given to someone like Bea, or some of the clients that Isabella had had. Not to her, certainly.

Maybe...

The idea of taking Bea up on the favor of getting a PA installed was definitely getting stronger. She looked down at her arms and chest, saw that there were still the little advertisements and billboards. They had subsided during the surgery, but now they were back in full force, flickering in and out of existence, making their presence clear as day. She watched as one of them - reading 'Vixens are the Best' - ran across her chest, with several letters deforming and forming pinching fingers, as if they were tweaking her nipples through the black synth-flesh.

Her cheeks burned, but she had to admit, she rather liked the idea.

Flustered, she walked out of the repair bay. The map in the corner of her vision told her that she was in the basement of the hotel, and even pointed out where she'd need to go to find an elevator. She followed its directions, tentatively asking it where Bea might be.

To her surprise, it created an arrow through the map, guiding her back to the upper dining room where they'd shared tea. Well, wasn't that convenient?

"You want a what?"

Bea didn't even sound surprised, let alone look it. The vixen had shifted again, putting her mechanical cock on at some point after Isabella had left, but there was something that was so mechanical and artificial about it that it didn't really even register as a sex organ. It was just one of the many things that the vixen put on and took off during the course of the day. The black jaguar rubbed the back of her head, shifting from one paw to the other.

"I want to, um, get a PA."

"And you mean the personality, not the piercing."

"What? Of course, I mean...where would the piercing even go on me?"

"I could think of a few places."

"I - I'm not touching that. I'm happy with being a woman, thanks."

"Obviously, judging from your records."

"Moving on," she said with a heavy blush. "Can you do that sooner than later? I just...I really want something."

"Well, I could, but are you sure?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"You just seem the sort that likes being you. Why would you want to be a different you so soon?"

"..."

Isabella honestly wished that she had dumber people around her sometimes, or at least, less perceptive. When she'd been with Molly, seeing how the mouse was more embarrassed about not being able to hide her attraction, she felt a bit safer. It was like she could just be herself, like she didn't have to worry about someone guessing what she was really like, or what she had going on in her head. It was nice.

It was nice with Bea, too, but she had to remember that the other woman wasn't so distracted as she was or Molly were. She could pick up on things without even trying, and that meant that there weren't as many easy secrets.

"I just...I want to be confident, I guess. It'd be nice to be a happier, easier whore, sometimes."

"You mean that you want to be able to flirt without someone else sending you scurrying away to hide the minute they look at your boobs."

"I don't hide!"

"No, but you do blush."

"Not that much!"

"You're so pink that we could probably use your face as a lighthouse right now, dear. Don't kid yourself."

"...Mean."

"Honest." The naked vixen chuckled, crossing one leg over the other. "So, basically, you want a confidence PA. Something that'll make you more open, more aggressive? Something that'll give you the bravery to just walk up to someone and say 'I'd fuck me. Would you fuck me?'"

"Oh god, I could never say that."

"With the right PA, you could. But is that what you want, or are you thinking of something a little less out there? Personally, I think someone going that far would be a bit of a jerk, but that's entirely down to presentation, I suppose." The vixen paused, adjusting one of her breasts to not hang quite the way it was, and then continued. "But it's up to you. You did me the silly little favor of the billboard stuff on your body, so I guess I owe you this one."

"I...I do want a lot of confidence. I don't have a lot of that right now, and I want to be able to do what I want. Not just what I'm told."

"That would go over well with the AI," Bea said, looking down at the floor beneath their feet. "She'll be very happy to have someone that's more independent, I'm sure."

"I'll still follow orders..."

"I know you will. PAs influence you, but they don't really change you as much as you think they would. They're not built for that. They're built to increase a portion of a person, not to change them completely. That requires something far more potent."

"What's that?"

"Something that we're not getting into, dear. Now...one last time. Are you sure that you want this?"

"Yes."

"Well, if you're sure. Here." Bea tapped the side of her head, and no sooner had she done so than a file popped into the module in the back of Isabella's. "Fill that out in your head, and then send it back to me. Get it done before midnight tonight, and I'll be able to start putting a PA together for installation tomorrow."

"That long?"

"We want to do it right, don't we? After all, you don't want to end up being a complete dick to everyone around you because I ended up installing a dude-bro by mistake."

"That...is a very good point."

"You got rid of certain things for a good reason. Let's not bring them back." Bea smiled. "Now, you go on back to your room and fill that out. I'll wait. I've got a few more little tweaks to make in our AI friend, anyway."

"More? About what?"

"Territorialism. She's getting a little bit twitchy about some of the businesses out there, so I'll have to mediate. The problems of being a programmer. Ah, well."

Laying on her bed in her room, Isabella stared at the form that had taken shape in the middle of her brain. It was still rather difficult to get used to that sort of method of looking at paperwork, but she had to admit, it was rather efficient, and as long as she stayed focused, it was faster than filling something in by hand or machine.

Of course, that meant staying focused, something that she was having a bit of a hard time doing. Every so often, her mind would wander, and a box that was meant to be filled out with what things she wanted the PA to fix suddenly started bloating and going past the character limit as she considered every single one of her flaws. She had to do a mass-delete and start over, and it always came with a little flush of embarrassment when it got out of hand like that.

The black jaguar crossed and uncrossed her legs as she stared at the ceiling, thinking of what she wanted. On the one hand, she really did want that confidence, but at the same time, she wanted to keep some of that submissiveness that she had in spades. The way that the clients were using her was...honestly, that was the way that she liked it best. It kind of embarrassed her, but the way that they did all the work with the flirting, the way that they came to her rather than her having to flirt and get them, made it hotter. It meant that she got everything that she wanted without having to put out quite as much effort that might not even work out, anyway.

At the same time, she knew that there was something unhealthy there. It was one thing to allow someone full control during a scene. It was another thing to just expect life to send you kind strangers over and over again. Much as the black jaguar wanted to be chased and pursued, she needed to do something to make that happen.

Okay, so...some confidence. Some body confidence, for sure, and some...some extra swaying, some flirting, some sexiness...maybe some more arousal? She knew that there were some people that really liked seeing her already horny before she got to them, and she knew that Ms. Agumo had been one of those. That hyena had been all too eager to get to use her, and whenever Isabella had shown up already panting and desperate, it got even better.

She put that down, feeling tiredness creeping up on her despite her best efforts. Rolling on her side, she looked at the wall. The schedule that had been imprinted in her brain popped up on the wall, too, floating around to show her what sort of clients were going to be asking for her tomorrow. There was a rhino, an elephant, a cheetah, a rat woman -

- a large sole pressing down on her face, pinning her, while her pussy was molested by long, slender toes, filled and stretched. She gasped as she was fisted by a foot, her body arching up, an orgasm right around the corner -

Isabella flopped onto her back with a pink moan and whimper of embarrassment as those feelings poured over her, the memory of another client making it so hard for her to really calm down in that moment. She shivered, her toes curling, and she covered her face.

"Mmmph..."

The module kept hitting her with random memories, often with something sexual in mind. She didn't mind reliving most of those, but she was not looking forward to the way that would feel when she was on shift tomorrow. It was going to mess with her concentration, and if the memories lasted too long, she could entirely see herself getting into a spaced-out state, something that clients would be all too happy to take advantage of. The advantages of having the module were great, but...

Huffing softly, she looked down at her three holes at the end of the different fleshlights. She shook her head, putting them away and rolling onto her side. She needed to finish filling out that sheet, otherwise she'd be waiting for even longer to actually get that PA. For all that it was embarrassing to need something like that, she had a feeling that it would make her life here so much easier if she had another mode she could slide in and out of. Particularly when she was trying to keep up with Molly and Bea.

What else...what else...

The End

Summary: Isabella gets repaired and starts feeling a bit of a crush on Molly, though she has no idea of how to act on it. Maybe she can get a little help.

Tags: F/solo, nudity, surgery, repair, nanites, cyberpunk, series, hotel, mouse, cat, jaguar, vixen, interchangeable genitals, augmentation, implants, personalities, latex, synth-flesh, foot fetish, teasing, arousal, wet,