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The Hotel Employees of the Future

Part 7

For PineconePangolin

By Draconicon

Morning eventually came, and Isabella felt...okay. Not great, not bad, but okay, which was better than she expected for getting no sleep through the night. The black jaguar shrugged her way out of bed, carrying the data-file in her vision as she made her way out of the bedroom. The three fleshlights were slotted into their places on her body for easy use, if only so that they were easier to carry, but she could still feel that slightly detached sensation down there, as if her pussy, her ass, and her mouth would pop out at the push of a button. It was...weird.

Thankfully, this early in the morning, the hallways were empty. Even the other bio-employees weren't up and about just yet, and that meant that she had the floor more or less to herself as she walked down the hall towards Bea's room. The vixen would hopefully be up already, considering how her programming duties probably needed her awake and aware at all hours of the day, but she still hesitated to knock on the door when she found the place.

It took her a moment to realize that she'd followed the route that was laid into the hotel mini-map at the corner of her eye, and the black jaguar groaned. The fact that she had that sort of implant now, that sort of buff and boost to her capabilities, was still rather embarrassing.

- warm hands running down her back, grabbing her ass cheeks and spreading them, followed by a slap between her legs right against her -

She gasped at the sudden heat between her legs and the echoing sting of a memory of impact play down there. Her clit throbbed, almost swelling as if it had been hit just then, and she hissed under her breath as she had to lean against the doorframe. The phantom sensations were all too real, and she knew that the damn module was going to make her life miserable and pleasurable at the same time for the next week.

I hope it's just a week. I really, really hope it's just a week.

Taking a few deep breaths to calm herself down, she brought her fist down on the door. She only had to knock twice before the vixen popped up.

"Hmm? Oh, here already, are you?"

"Mmmph..."

"Post-installation memory problems?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"I'm sorry, that's hardware, not software. I can't do much with that."

"Came with the PA sheet..."

She tapped her head, and just like that, the file slipped away from her. The vixen tapped her own in acceptance, running her finger in a circle against her temple.

It was only then that the feline realized that the other woman was naked as could be, showing off her breasts and the hint of a sheath this morning. Isabella looked up and away, trying not to be a peeper or a pervert, but at the same time, it was hard not to imagine what it would be like to -

"Oh, you want something like an old-school streetwalker persona, do you?"

"Huh? What?"

"Lost in your mind again?"

"A little, but, um..."

"Oh, you don't know?"

"I didn't get as much history in."

"Come in, come in."

She did, not entirely sure what she was going to see today. She had already gone through a number of different things in Bea's quarters, and seen a number of different AI protocols played through on the screen, but she didn't know what she would find today.

The vixen had her sit beside her in front of a wall that doubled as a monitor. The casually naked vulpine woman crossed her legs, taking a glass of water from a side table before nodding at the wall. Just like that, a brief loading screen crossed it, and then a video file began playing.

It showed a pangolin woman on the streets of a busy city, one that had to have been well before their time. No hover-cars, nothing that resembled the drones that they had these days. The cars that did go through the streets were smoke-belchers, and the skylines were less than half their modern height. It must have been well back, all the way in the 20th century, and perhaps further back than that.

The pangolin woman was in a dress, if one could call it that, one that didn't entirely run all the way down to her thighs. Isabella blushed as the scaly woman walked with confidence, swaying her ass in a way that almost caused several car wrecks, and more than that, showing off everything that she had to offer. Her dress blew up regularly, showing off her ass cheeks and -

"Oh wow..."

She didn't even seem to be bothered at the lack of underwear, and she even went so far as to reach between her legs, touching her clit for the men that could see beneath the skirt. Her breasts were fulsome, pushing down the front of her dress, and even though she had red in her cheeks, she never stopped showing off.

That...that's...

Her cheeks burned, and her voicebox glowed, casting a pink light in front of her. Bea chuckled.

"It's exaggerated, but there's some of those old prostitutes that had an attitude that just ran the streets. If you want something like that, I can put that together pretty quickly. Just a couple of hours, really."

"I didn't think...wow..."

"Too confident?"

"No, no, just..."

She had never thought of herself as that outgoing, that willing to reach out and touch another that way. She had thought that, maybe, if she was lucky, she might feel a hint of being able to offer herself before she was just taken. That sort of personality, though? That personality could rule a room. That personality could reach out and take what it wanted.

That personality could make someone like Molly happy, or Bea. She could be someone with that.

Isabella tapped her fingers together nervously, the rubber synth-flesh giving and then reinflating every time that they touched and came apart. She looked at the floor rather than at the screen as the show continued, trying not to get too turned on. Her voicebox continued to glow as she talked.

"So, um...you can..."

"Yes, no problem."

"When would it be done by?"

"Lunch, if you want to swing up on your break."

"Please."

"Nervous?"

"A little."

"Heh, no worries. You'll be fine. I promise. You're in good hands."

That was something that she already knew. She didn't worry about what would happen to her while she was being, well, adjusted. What she was worried about was whether that was more than what she needed. It was...well, it was a lot.

At the same time, she felt like she needed a lot. Someone that would be able to stand up to the teasing. Someone that would be able to take all that and come back for more. Someone that could entice the clients that came to the desk rather than being a standing advertisement and little else. She wanted to be that kind of person.

This will do it...this...this will do it.

"You better get to the front desk. You're almost late."

"What?" Beep. The time appeared in front of her vision, almost knocking her out of her chair in pure surprise. "Gah! I'm late!"

Isabella barely got to the front desk before the drones appeared. Panting and leaving a wiggling line on her voicebox, she managed to plug her pussy, her mouth, and her ass into the fleshlight stations along the underside. It wasn't easy to get them all ready, but it was better than leaving them sitting out. They needed a light charging after being away from the room for a bit, anyway.

The calico AI appeared as an image in the corner of her eye. He stood with suit tight, arms behind his back, and his eyes narrowed.

" You have a module in your head now."

"Is...that bad?"

" Not yet."

"...Why didn't you want -"

" That isn't important. For now, you are going to have six different customers due today, including a repeat."

That wasn't too bad. It was a downturn for business, but it meant that there was less need to offer her services to them. The repeat, though, made her rather curious. She didn't know who it could be, but it meant that there was the possibility of some -

- on her back, legs spread, her pussy getting whipped by a spotted woman. The collar pulled tight around her neck, her vision going fuzzy, the air coming harsh and ragged as she had something buzzing away in her ass -

Isabella groaned, looking down at her fleshlight holes as they spasmed in their chargers. They were obviously getting stimulated by the memory, and seeing her own pussy almost winking back at her was more than slightly disturbing...and arousing. She gritted her non-present teeth as hard as possible before closing the doors and standing up straight again. Her breasts bounced, reminding her of the fact that she was naked at that point in time, her nipples standing out in the cool morning air.

"I'm ready," she said.

"_ Be good. And be sexy. _"

The calico disappeared, leaving her alone. She took a deep breath and focused on just keeping her head still. The less that she moved, the less that the module seemed inclined to spark. As long as she didn't go too over the top with greetings and happy sounds, she should be alright for the morning. She could check in with Molly later to see if there was anything else that she could do to keep the module from sending her over the edge too many times.

All she had to do was -

I'm going go to insane here...

The last group had almost driven her crazy. It had been a bunch of college guys that were looking for a good time. While they weren't willing to share a girl between them - something that she had been almost grateful for at the time - they were more than willing to make her put on a show. They had kept distracting her, making her whip her head this way and that and set off the module's spark problem again and again.

The last time that they had done it, she had slipped down into a pet-play scenario for an elephant client that she'd done. He'd held the leash wrapped around his cock, pulling her around with just how fucking big it was. The way that she had been kept on all fours, made to lick his seed from a bowl, made to show off her naked body for him like a housecat...

Ugh, it had been so good that her pussy had all but overflowed. She looked down at the fleshlight as the college students walked down the hall, their long horse tails flicking back and forth, and scarcely resisted the urge to smack her own dripping sex. The stupid thing was on the verge of dripping down and soaking the charging ports.

And I don't want to know if that leads to e-stim, thank you very much.

Shaking her head, she looked at the clock. It was just about time for her lunch break, and she knew that would make her life infinitely easier. All she had to do was get that personality, and then the PA would do a lot of the work when it came to selling sex. All she had to do was let it get to work and -

Ding.

The computer monitor built into the desk lifted up, floating on little pulses. She cocked her head to the side as the screen turned on -

- gasping for breath as two big lizards rammed their cocks into her pussy at the same time, stretching her and pushing her body further than it had been pushed that whole day. The feeling of being almost ripped in two from two fat cocks in one hole nearly knocked her out, but the feeling of getting filled with seed from both of them at once? Worth it, so worth it, dribbling like mad and -

And then it was over again, with a sudden spark from below telling her that she was on the verge of getting an electrocution. Isabella grabbed hold of her fleshlights, shoving them over the desk, leaving them rolling all over the place as the monitor continued talking to her.

"- is not suitable for sending over the instant messenger system, and I'm a bit busy compiling work in my room. Do you mind meeting for lunch in the hotel restaurant?"

That had to be Bea, and she panted softly as she stood up again. Sure enough, it was the vixen, and that damn cocky woman was staring at her with a smirk on her face. Isabella blushed, her black fur burning hot.

"Did you have to..."

"I didn't cause you to get all horny."

"Mmmph..."

"So, restaurant?"

"I-I'll be there."

"See you soon, dear."

Click. The monitor shut down and the screen dropped back to the main desk. She shivered as she realized just how horny she was, and how wet the various fleshlights had become. Her asshole was damp from all the drippings that had come from her pussy, running over the former from the latter due to how they were arranged in the slots, and she could actualy taste her juices running over her lips.

Fucking...mmmph...

She hadn't been so teased for some time, and she didn't know how to properly take it. All she could do was go along with it. Gathering all the fleshlights up, she tapped the screen to shut down the official accounts for the moment and left the front desk behind.

#

Bea was waiting for her in the dinner area of the restaurant, the vixen sitting at the table with a bowl of yogurt for herself and a bowl of some kind of soup on the floor. Isabella slowed to a halt a few paces away, looking down at the bowl, and then back up at the vixen.

"Is this a joke?"

"Not really," Bea said, crossing one leg over the other, her long blue dress running all the way to her ankles, leaving it clear that her chest was flat today. "I thought that you'd enjoy eating on all fours."

"I...you..."

"Of course, if you want to eat like a person, all you have to do is put the bowl on the table."

She looked down at the bowl, and the imagined what would happen if she had to go down on all fours right then. None of the customers that she had checked into the hotel were in the restaurant right then and there, but she had ever reason to believe that they would come around for food later. They were the best establishment for that in the entire region, if one didn't want to go all the way back to New Boston.

But...if she got the PA while she was down there...

That would be...interesting...

Confidence plus pet play. The idea was intriguing enough for her to be willing to give it a try, but not enough to make her not blush as she got down on all fours. The black-furred feline leaned forward, dragging her tongue across the surface of the bowl, tasting the soup. Something like French Onion, but with more of a tang to it than usual.

"Wow, and here I thought you might have a little more dignity."

Isabella whipped her head up, hardly believing what she was hearing, but she found Bea looking down at her with a smile. Before she could say anything, the vixen's foot was on the back of her head, slowly nudging her down. Soon, her lips touched the surface of the soup again, resting against the broth.

"But then again, kittens don't have much dignity, do they? They're just playful little things, eager for whatever they can get...and so helpless to whatever comes after them."

Oh god...oh god, that's not fair...

She squeaked through her voicebox, licking the soup as best she could as her cheeks burned hotter than ever. The toes running against the back of her head only made it worse, reminding her how far beneath the vixen she was right at that moment. Her pussy clenched hard, and she could feel the puckering going on just under her tail, too, both of her holes suddenly reminding her what kind of a -

Not a bitch, not a bitch.

"Not a bitch, not a bitch..."

"Oh, dear, are you so sure?" Bea teased, and she realized that she'd started saying that part out loud. "No, no, you're not a bitch. A bitch can be in charge sometimes, knows how to take care of herself, and only gives in when she's completely overwhelmed. You're just a kitten. A kitty-cat that howls for the cream."

"Mmmmmmmph..."

Her toes curled hard, the synth-flesh wrinkling ever so slightly as she did. She wanted to bury herself in the soup, to drown in it, but at the same time, some part of her wanted Bea to keep talking, for the vixen to never shut up. It was hotter than it should be, a reminder of some of the things she'd come to the hotel for.

The New Atlantis was fulfilling every expectation that someone could have for a sexual vacation, and she was getting it as an employee. Definitely not the sort of bonus that she had imagined.

As she whimpered into the soup, she felt Bea's toes trace a line down the back of her head all the way to her neck. A line ran around her neck, following the path of a collar, and she quivered all the harder, her cheeks hotter than ever, her pussy wetter, and her eyes rounder. She felt like she was on the verge of cumming from the mental stimulation alone, and that made it all the worse, knowing that she was that easy.

"You want your PA, girl?" Bea asked.

"Mmph...yes, mistress," she managed to say, her voicebox able to speak as she swallowed her soup. "I want the PA, please."

"Oh, dear. Is that how you're going to ask for it?"

"Mmmmph! Buuuuuuuutt!"

"Dear, dear, I know you're better than that. Maybe you don't want that PA as badly as I thought, after all."

"Mmmph...Please, Mistress, let me have the PA. I'm sorry for complaining. Let me earn it if I have to, but please allow me to have it."

Some of that was purely speaking from how she remembered some porno dialogues as going, but it seemed to work. The mistress chuckled, and the foot left her head.

"I guess that's enough for you. Come on. Look at me."

She started to bring her head up -

Click.

Only for her muzzle attachment to slide right out of her face. Isabella went wide-eyed as it fell lips and nose-first into the soup, leaving her staring out of a muzzle with a portal in it. She looked down slowly, watching as her muzzle fleshlight wobbled back and forth like a buoy in a harbor. It sagged left, right, and then slowly started sinking.

As Bea threw her head back with a laugh, Isabella whimpered and slowly dragged her muzzle out of the soup. It wasn't hot, thankfully, but it was still embarrassing, and she shivered as she wiped it clean. She dabbed it against the tablecloth a few times until all the onion juice was off of her face. It took her a minute or three, and by then, Bea had finally managed to calm down again.

"Sorry, sorry, I just...oh, my god, I haven't seen something like that happen before."

"It's so embarrassing..."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry. It's just...oh wow..."

The vixen was still smiling, still struggling not to laugh as she reached down. The black jaguar took her hands, getting up to her feet and sitting in a nearby chair. She was still blushing, and despite her best efforts, her fur felt sticky and...and wrong. She shook her head, taking a napkin and -

Click.

"Gah!"

She scrambled for it, barely catching it before it could fall back in the soup, and once more Bea ended up laughing. Isabella settled for wiping her muzzle clean with a napkin, keeping it out of her face until she could figure out why it kept popping out.

The vixen, having fallen on the floor partway through her fit of guffaws, struggled back into her chair. The flat-chested woman shook her head, her face bright red.

"Oh, god. I'm sorry, really, but - ha...ha...- that was the funniest thing that I've seen in so long."

"Meanie-butt."

"I'm sorry." She shook her head, breathing in and out one more time, deeply, before managing to speak normally again. "Okay, I think I'm good."

"You better be. I'm tired of being laughed at."

"At least that way."

"Mmmmmmph."

"Anyway. Your PA. I can send it digitally, if you want."

"What?" She blinked. "You said that you couldn't send it over -"

"Oh, little lie to get you to come up here. You know how it is for these kinds of scenes."

"...Not fair."

"Completely fair."

"Nuh-uh."

"Yuh-huh. Now, digital or upload?"

"Digital, definitely."

"Alright, coming your way."

And just like that, she felt the file popping into her brain. It was right there off in the corner of her vision, a download going on that was gradually filling some part of her mind. Was it in the module area, she wondered, or something that was more like the flesh part of her mind? It was hard to tell. The tingle was definitely towards the back, though, so it could have been either one at that -

Bzzzzt.

Then it hit her. She stiffened in her chair, and just like when the last series of updates and machinery were installed, everything went crazy. Her arms stretched out to the side, then slapped back down against her sides, leaving her fingers spasming, flicking, clenching against her palms. Then she felt her mouth, open, shut, open, shut. Her heart-shaped lenses on her face flicked on and off over her eyes, and her heels clicked together like the old Dorothy thing.

It kept going on and on, like something was test-driving every part of her body, all the way to the point of feeling something trying to -

NO!

She stopped that particular function. Even with her holes not entirely her own, she wasn't going to let something do that. She shivered in humiliation at the near miss, and finally felt everything calm down again. Panting for breath, the black jaguar leaned forward against the table.

"Did it work?"

"Should have done. You feel anything?"

"Something got installed. How do I -"

"Oh, right. The activation key. Just think 'Hello, Izzy', and it should start it up."

That was a different way of doing it, but she supposed that worked. And Izzy sounded like a nice name for something different in her, something like her, but...confident. More pushy, more...

Dominant? Who knows. Let's find out. Hello, Izzy.

As soon as the thought hit, she found herself sitting up a little straighter. Not ramrod straight, not nervous straight, but more like she just had that comfort in her own skin. Her chest thrust forward a little, not in the subby way of 'Please see me, sir' but more like 'I know what I've got, take a look.' She felt a sense of relaxed power and strength running through her, making her feel not just comfortable, but happy in her own skin for the first time in forever.

She wanted to gasp, but instead, she smiled. No, she chuckled, no, chortled, something that was deeper in the throat and less childish.

"Well, well, well..."

"Hmm, now that's a different voice."

"I think I like it. Nice and throaty. And I can teeeeease..."

"That's the sort of voice a man would like to hear when you're balls deep in his cock, I'm sure."

"Mmm, or a woman while I'm between her legs. I know you've been thinking of enjoying me just like that, whatever equipment you've got between your legs at the time..."

Isabella could hardly believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. They seemed utterly impossible, but yet, she was saying them. Not just saying them, but flaunting them. In the back of her mind, she was all too aware of just how out of character this was for her, but at the same time, she loved it. There was something potent, confident about it all, and she felt like she was on top of the world.

Of course, Bea wasn't going to just make it easy. The vixen smiled at her, of course, but she didn't take the bait. She just leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms.

"I think that PA is settling in nicely. How do you feel?"

"Good, but I think I could feel even better."

"What do you think you need for that?"

"I think a few customers will do juuuuust fine."

"That will be the low-level nymphomania kicking in."

Huh-wha?

And just like that, she felt it. Something between her legs, in her ass, all the way up her spine. Oh, oh, it was going right into her brain, like the body-heat had become a brain-heat, slowly twisting her thoughts more and more towards sex. She got a little bar in the corner of her vision, a new part of her HUD, and it was labeled -

"Hmm. Why do I have a lust bar?" she asked, pointing in its vague direction.

"Oh, that's part of this PA. It needs to get fucked, so I thought I'd give you a little bar to let you know the danger zone. Let that fill up, and this PA goes completely mindless, humping furniture and anything else it can get to consent for the next hour. You'll wake up and have the opportunity to be in charge again after that."

The little part of Isabella in the back of her mind wanted to blush and just hide after hearing that. The idea of being so lost to her lust that she would just go around humping everything, begging for any kind of stimulation, was both embarrassing as all get-out and more than a little bit arousing, the sort of thing that a good girl wouldn't want. At the same time, it would have been hard to hide how much she wanted it.

Izzy, on the other hand, grinned. She spread her legs ever so slightly, running one hand over her thighs.

"Mmmm, I might just let that run up to see what it feels like."

The confidence booster was hitting her hard, and it was only getting worse the longer that she thought about the idea. It was so weird. Izzy was both part of her and not part of her at the same time, affecting her yet taking the driver's seat like a different personality at the same time. The weird mix, the ever so weird mix, was driving her to distraction.

Bea smiled, and Isabella took some comfort in that. It must have been how this was supposed to work.

"Anyway, I think that it's time for you to get back to the front desk. Lunch is almost over, and you don't want to get in trouble for missing work."

"Not at all. Thank you, Bea."

"No more mistress?"

"It's the end of that scene, hehe. But thank you."

That was another new thing with the confidence. She felt like she had the power to actually move in and out of different scenes, to be part of something or not as she chose, rather than being dragged into it and then being stuck. It was weird, very weird, but rather nice at the same time.

Shaking her head, she left the dining room and went back to the front desk. She felt happy as she dried the charging ports and put her different fleshlights back where they belonged, and she felt better still as she folded her hands on the desk and waited for the next client to come by. She still hadn't seen the familiar face, and she was wondering just who it was going to be.

Snickt.

The hotel door opened, and Isabella turned. If she hadn't had Izzy in the driver's seat, she would have froze right then. Izzy, however, was able to speak.

"Mmm, Ms. Agumo, it's good to see you again."

She bowed at the waist, coming back up with a grin on her voicebox, making sure that she came to a halt just sudden enough to make her breasts bounce. She was a picture of a slut right then, putting her body on offer for the other woman, ensuring that everything looked just right for the sort of treatment that she got last time.

The hyena woman chuckled, looking her up and down, even as Izzy did the same back. Now that she knew what was coming, Isabella could take that confidence and run with it. Izzy helped her smile for the hyena as they were looked over, and it allowed her to think of the last time that they had been used. She remembered the crop, the e-stim, everything, and she remembered the smell of the hyena as they went through all their fun exercises together.

She didn't even yelp as Ms. Agumo leaned across the desk, grabbing them by the nipple and giving a slow twist. She just moaned softly, going on tiptoe from habit.

"You and me are going to have fun again, dear."

"Mmmm, I look forward to it, ma'am."

"Mistress, little slut."

"Yes, mistress, sorry, mistress."

"Make the keys, and come with me. I've come back just for you, and I am sure that you don't want to disappoint me."

Indeed, she didn't, and more to the point, she felt like she couldn't. She was that good, after all, and convincing a rich woman to come back to an overpriced hotel to have her fun with a whore a second time was certainly an achievement. Isabella ran the cards through the machine, and then stepped out from behind the desk. She was about to take the lead when Ms. Agumo shook her head.

"Bring your holes. This time, we're using them."

The End

Summary: Isabella goes for a personality assistant, one that offers her a chance to do something different with her clients.

Tags: F/F, vixen, gender play, black jaguar, feline, cyberpunk, implants, AI, hotel, nudity, portal, series, embarrassment, pet play, hyena, femdom, foot play, wet,