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The Hotel Employees of the Future

Part 11

For PineconePangolin

By Draconicon

The meal at 'The Safari' ended up being as embarrassing as Isabella had imagined, and then some. She had expected there to be some naughtiness at the place, considering there was the whole tribal theme and the 'tribal meeting' that Bea had insisted on. The way that the vixen was constantly in charge had made it very clear that they were going to get something in the way of special treatment.

She just hadn't anticipated being the one starring center-stage for that special treatment. Her mind was still spinning as they walked out of the restaurant, her knees weak and forced to stay up through programming more than anything else. Bea and Molly followed after her, with Molly looking so red on her natural skin that she looked like she'd taken too much sun, and Bea just tapping her lips with a napkin.

"Well, that was scrumptious," the vixen said.

"I...cannot...believe...you did that," Molly muttered.

"Oh, it wasn't anything harmful."

"No, but...fuck, that had to break so many rules..."

Rules. Rules against a piece of meat being seasoned against one's sex, for example. But not the rule about not suspending a guest to a spit-roast pole and turning them around, leaving them gasping from the licks of flame, leaving them shivering from the pokes and prods of the audience, leaving her gasping every time that someone reached down between her legs and -

Even Izzy had been pushed to the brink with that, though the PA in her head had still enjoyed it. Hell, her face-plate was turned up in a happy little grin at the idea of just how much fun she had had.

Or at least, Izzy's was. Isabella was lost in the whole shock of 'did I just do that' questions that just would not stop.

At least, not until Bea clapped a hand on her shoulder. She blinked as she was yoinked out of traffic, barely avoiding getting hit by a hauler-drone swarm. It spilt into a few dozen pieces, the various separate drones in the swarm carrying their goods outward and barely avoiding hitting her, but they extended limbs in vague imitation of flipped fingers in her direction as they went shooting down the 'road.'

"Sorry," she managed to sputter out.

"No worries, dear. You were rather overwhelmed."

And now, she was back to being Isabella again, she realized. There was no more of the confident Izzy in her voice, just the rather tired, rather shocked Isabella. She stared out at the streets, tempted to sink in on herself, and more tempted to go back to the Cannon Train station and just wait for them to be done. There was so much overwhelming stuff here, and it was almost too much.

Almost. And Molly had her own ideas.

"Hey."

One of those mechanical spider-legs poked her in the hip, and she turned down, trying not to think about the wobble in her ass. Molly seemed to be doing the same, deliberately looking higher rather than lower.

"I need some help at one last shop. Mind coming with me?"

"Um, sure..."

"Hey, you want to or not? I'm not on shift right now, and neither are you."

Oddly enough, that made it harder rather than easier. Isabella hadn't realized it until that point, but she was getting used to taking orders, to fitting herself into the hierarchy of the hotel and staying at the bottom. Having to make a decision for herself again was...weird, almost a little uncomfortable.

She wasn't sure that she liked that.

Regardless, she made herself make it. The idea of going off with Molly rather than Bea felt like there was a little less chance for humiliation, and more to the point, it meant that there was a chance that the two of them could talk without it being overheard so much. She nodded, and Molly waved for her to follow. Bea waved them off, heading off in a different direction, her gown swishing all over the place.

Swishing gown.

No clothes.

Isabella almost tripped as the reality of her nude situation came crashing down again, and this time, there was no Izzy to catch her. She was on standby, recharging from the extensive use that she had been put through, and every electronic part of Isabella's face went from a standard black and blue to a bright pink-red.

"Oh god...so naked..."

"Don't remind me," Molly muttered.

"I'd like to not remind myself!"

"Then stop talking about it."

"But I'm NAKED."

"Yeah, but I don't need to keep hearing it."

Molly was doing her utter best to keep her head looking anywhere but at the black panther, and it was harder and harder for Isabella to keep quiet. Particularly now that she was more aware of all the people staring at her. The only thing that kept her from throwing her hands down to cover her parts (why did the AI have to send her out with all her parts ATTACHED?!) was the worry that it would draw even more attention if she started having a physical freak-out. That didn't make it better, but it made it a little bit easier to keep her hands at her sides.

"Mmmmmph..."

"Will you quit whining about it?"

"You're not the one giving a free show."

"Yeah, but I am the one getting - fucking shut up, me!"

The usual amusement that came from seeing the mouse get so flustered was tempered by the dozens, if not hundreds of eyes on her. She wasn't the only sex worker hitting the pavement, of course - though that was thankfully only literal for one or two, who were dealing with 'hitting it' by being in alleys and getting pounded in the missionary position - but she was the one with the most augments, and the one that wasn't bothering to hide a single thing from the public at large. Not even a hint of clothing to her name, not even rubber nanites that would flit out of the way when she wanted. No, it was all exposed.

And that fact, that helpless little fact, was something that left her dribbling ever so slightly. She whimpered, trying to walk by keeping her legs closed, but Molly was setting such a pace that it wasn't possible. She had to speed up, which kept her spreading her legs further, and the wobble of her butt and the bounce at her unrestrained chest kept grabbing her attention, and everyone else's.

Soon, the comments started pouring in. Her enhanced senses from all the augments meant that she heard everything that was being muttered through the crowd around her.

"Look at that naked woman."

"She's bouncing all over the place."

"Think she's cheap or expensive?"

"Gotta be cheap if she's showing everything already."

"Hey, is that - hey, she's marked."

Marked?!

Isabella came to a stuttering stop. That one had come from behind, so it had to be somewhere behind her, on her back or -

Oh, god, not there...please tell me not there...

Stopping in front of a reflective store-front, she turned around and looked over her shoulder. There, standing out on her ass cheek, was a glowing orange symbol that was shaped like a floating city...with a giant cock stuck up through it that had replaced one of the towers that stood on the skyline.

She was branded. The AI had stuck a brand logo right on her ass cheek.

Oh my god...

Hoping that Izzy was able to come online again, she pressed for the PA to activate once more. However, the personality was still recharging. She had to deal with this all on her own. She whimpered, reaching back and squeezing her ass cheek, barely believing that it was branded like this. This wasn't...this really wasn't what she had signed on for, right? To be some sort of property for -

Oh, who was she kidding? This was exactly what she'd known would happen. Everyone that joined a company, big or small, knew that they were essentially property to the AI that owned the company. There was no getting around that; they were assets to be used and assigned as they were told.

But she was not sure that any other AI had actually branded an employee like this before. Hers seemed to glow the longer that she thought about it, too.

As she attracted more eyes, Molly skittered back over to her, those mechanical legs making an impossible-to-miss clatter as they came down the pavement. The mouse grabbed her by the wrist.

"What's the hold-up?"

"I...I saw..."

"What?"

Isabella couldn't say it. She just gestured over her shoulder, whimpering softly in the greatest humiliation thus far. Covering her face as Molly walked around, she waited for whatever comment the blunt mouse could come up with -

"Oh, fucking really?! I was just thinking about - and he goes and - FUCK ME!"

Isabella blinked, slowly looking over her shoulder. The cyborg mouse was glaring at the branding rather than looking blasé or teasing about it. If anything, Molly looked outright offended at the whole thing. The mouse whipped her head up.

"Change of plans."

"What?"

"Change. Of. Fucking. Plans. With me. Now."

And with that, the spider-legged mouse-cyborg dragged her down the street almost faster than her legs could carry her. Whoosh.

"Oh god. Are we...what's this place?"

She didn't want to jump to conclusions, but considering the neighborhood and what Molly had been doing ever since seeing the brand, she couldn't help but guess where they were. This felt like one of the more down-market places that she had seen since they'd come to New Boston, and for good reason.

The neon lights that had been part of the main street of the city and had declared stuff like 'The Safari' and the other shopping centers that they'd been to were still there, but more flickery, no longer as nice and sustained as they had been on the main street. The ground was wet, the pavement cracked, and here and there wires jumped and sparked, as if the city itself was trying to reclaim the ground from those that tried to mark it off. The businesses, such as they were, were half-hidden behind flickering camo fields, looking like the walls around them one moment, and then like dumpsters, and then something else entirely.

And the people? All wearing trench coats, all looking like they were hiding something. It was a reminder that, despite the rather civil and bright law and order that the AIs had brought to the chaotic world of the bios, there were still those that worked under that and tried to make a living doing other things.

This shop, in particular, seemed like it was more than a little run-down, though mostly from a lack of income. It seemed quiet on the inside, at least when the windows and door were visible through the projection screens, and it felt like the whole place was probably three months behind on paying its bills. That was, if it paid them in the first place and didn't just yoink its power supply from weak points on the grid.

The shop's logo, however, made her gulp in worry about why they were here. It didn't just look like a needle. It was a needle, a giant one about the size of a person, with a giant container inside that seemed to be filled with something that glowed with strange purple light. She chuckled nervously as she looked at it, then turned back to Molly.

"That, uh, doesn't mean what I think it means, does it?"

The mouse just looked at her, then blushed, looking down and away.

"I, um...I mighta gotten a little over-excited there."

"What do you mean?"

"Just that...thing."

A spider-leg poked her butt cheek, and she jiggled. The jiggle in and of itself was more than slightly embarrassing, but it was the fact that they were standing outside of what felt like a tattoo parlor, one that operated with nanites as the tattooing agent, that made her feel all the more embarrassed. It was almost like Molly had yanked her down here to -

"I don't like sharing."

"...What?"

"Forget it."

The spider-mouse shook her head, mechanical legs turning her back towards the healthier part of town. Isabella was still so confused, shaking her head. She started to take a step forward -

Ping.

That was the notice that Izzy had finished recharging.

Shoom.

That was the notice that the commands to prompt Izzy to take over had not just stopped, but had been placed on a pending list.

"Hee-hee. You want to own me."

And that...was the most humiliating thing that had ever passed her lips, and it was enough to stop Molly stone-cold just a few feet away. The PA Izzy was more confident, more eager, and much, much more sexually forward than Isabella herself could ever be - or so the panther felt - and the feline swayed forward, hugging the spider-mouse from behind.

"That's why you got all upset, huh? You wanted to be the one to put a mark on my sexy booty?"

Oh, what was she saying? What the hell was she saying?

And why were her hands all over the mouse, now? Why were her hands going everywhere on Molly, touching her through her latex, almost fondling her chest, and -

Shit, shit shit...

The mouse hadn't said word one since the whole fondling thing had started, and Isabella was terrified that she was going to lose her only friend here. Yet, Izzy kept talking as if she had discovered the secrets of the universe.

"Mmmm, I wouldn't mind it, you know. I wouldn't mind having someone to talk to, someone that would take care of me, someone that thought I was hot even when I wasn't being like...this..."

Her hands finally started reaching further than the breasts, going down rather than up, and she half-wondered what she'd find. She'd never gone under there, never fumbled around for that sort of -

Molly finally stopped her. Two legs grabbed her hands, and the spider-mouse whipped around, narrowing her eyes.

"You...inside...now!"

"Mmmm, is that a command?"

"It fucking is now!"

They were inside a half-second later, and she was being led past a polar bear at the front desk. The big-breasted woman looked her up and down once, told Molly to go to 'room 3', and then went back to reading through something on her tablet. That was all the interaction with the employees that they were going to get.

Isabella would give the business this. They were clean on the inside, much cleaner than they were on the outside, and that meant that it would probably be fine for her and her rubber, augmented body here. Better than it was anywhere else, at the very least, and that was something to take comfort in.

They walked into room 3, and she was shoved over a table. Molly, when motivated, appeared to be frighteningly strong. She laid there, lifting her tail up - or at least, Izzy lifted their tail up - so that their rump could be properly inspected. Metal mini-digits as well as flesh and rubber ones touched her ass, and she bit off a giggle. The feeling was rather nice, particularly as Molly started rubbing them together.

There was something that had always been just vaguely held back by Molly during all their conversations, something that had been kept from being...too open. She supposed she'd guessed that there was an attraction there, that it wasn't one-sided, but Isabella had always believed that it would never work out.

Izzy, on the other hand -

"Ooooh, you want it back there? What about on my boobs?"

"Mmmph...stop teasing..."

"I'm not teasing. There's all kinds of places you could put a mark, you know. What about on my thighs? Or on my crotch, just over my clit?"

Izzy's ideas were sending her head spinning almost as bad as the Safari had, and she didn't know how to make it stop. She had a key-word to turn Izzy off, she was sure, but what was it again? She didn't remember.

All she knew was that she was on a table, and she might actually be about to be injected with nanites to leave another mark on her. The panther didn't know how to deal with that; it was like she really was becoming something of a thing, something that others could show off that way and...

She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter at the thought of it, something that left her shivering from head to toe. The very idea of knowing that Molly could mark her now and then display her...would that be poaching the hotel's property? Would that be something that would get them both in trouble?

Or would that come off of Molly's pay, and leave her in someone else's ownership?

Fuck...fuck...fuck...

She would have been grinding her thighs together right then and there if it wasn't for the fact that Molly had already reached out and pulled her legs apart, dragging them to the corners of the table. Her ankles were soon surrounded in hard-light projections, keeping her legs spread just enough to show her pussy and her ass from behind. The feeling wasn't dissimilar to what some of her clients had wanted, but in this nastier, down-market sort of place, where it was obviously something that was seedier and messier...

God, she was wet.

Molly leaned in, the spider-mouse looking at her. Red-faced, embarrassed as could be, but panting with all the lust that Isabella had never been allowed to see. The other woman gripped her chin.

"You...fucking...tease..."

"Mmm, I know. You going to make me deliver?"

"You just wait...Oh, you just wait..."

She did, and she was not in the least disappointed. Or at least, Izzy was not.

Tied down as she was, there was little possibility to look behind her to see what was going on, but Molly had obviously been pushed past the point of caring what was appropriate or no. Izzy stared straight ahead, a rather cheeky smirk on her face, while Isabella could only think of one thing.

_Are you crazy?!

Nope.

But...but...

We want this.

You - you do. I don't know if I -

I'm tapped into you, silly. I know what you want. I know exactly what you want. For them to go HARDER.

...

Just trust me, honey. I know you, and I know us._

The first little prick of the needle hit her paw rather than her ass, and even Izzy jerked slightly at that. It wasn't the same as a tattoo gun would have been all those years ago, either. It was more...intimate than that. The prick of the needle sliding into her flesh left her hissing softly, but not quite from the discomfort, or the bit of pain that she had expected. It was more...more the sensitivity of it...

And how much that started going up as the first of the nanites started going into her augmented leg.

"I...I can feel that..."

"Yep. And you're going to feel more...[/i]"

A slight purple glow could be seen on the walls, now, and Isabella wondered if somehow her paw pads had started glowing. That would be rather interesting, if a rather weird sort of look in the long term. She blushed, though, keeping quiet as -

Prick. Another little sharp pain on her other foot, this time not in the pad - at least, not yet - but rather at the base of her toe. It worked around slowly, giving her a purple glow around her toe that she could just make out if she twisted her head around. It was like a toe-ring...and it was getting spread back over the top of her foot.

The nanites were spreading beneath her skin, adjusting the way that it looked. She knew that it could have been done with the hotel ones, but these were different. The hotel AI used bright colors across her chest and face, but this...these were dark, purple, seductive colors, something that were more active, something that made her feel...different. More possessed, more...sultry.

It was so not her, but it was Izzy.

_It's us.

It's not. It's so not.

It can be.

But...but..._

She didn't know how to think of herself that way. She had never been sultry, never been a seductress. Even working at the hotel, it had been more along the lines of doing what she was told, finding something that made others happy, not doing something on her own. This was painting her as something that she was not...

Right?

The feeling of the nanites creeping under her skin was both disturbing and arousing, and she could feel the little marks popping into her again and again. She lowered her head against her arms, trying not to think too much about what was happening to her. It was better to be surprised, she thought. On that, she and Izzy agreed.

Prick, heat, a little bit of pressure. It was surprisingly painless, far more painless than the other stuff that she had gone through over the course of her employment, and far less painful than the way that the hyena woman had treated her when she discovered that she liked painplay. She managed to close her eyes, almost sleeping as the drawing and the squirming under her skin continued.

Eventually, Izzy and Isabella both fell asleep.

"...I think I might have gone a bit, uh...overboard."

Molly's comment was as obvious as it was embarrassed, but Isabella didn't say anything. She had gone along with it, after all, and for all that she was now something of a painted woman, she had to admit...it was kinda hot.

She wore the nanite tattoos like chains that ran down from her waist to her ankles, rising up in purple lines along her stomach and going between her breasts. They moved, even, swaying along her front like they were actually there rather than just painted on. If anything, she looked like a proper slave woman, chained and owned.

The little mark that was Molly's 'claim' on her was placed right between her breasts, a mechanical spider that was very carefully spread across her heart, with a mouse's tail dangling down like a hook. Molly looked away with a blush every time that Isabella reached up and touched it.

"Look, I'll...I don't know what I'm going to do when we get back, but I'll explain to the boss. You won't get in trouble," Molly said.

"Will you?" Isabella asked.

"...Maybe. Depends on how clingy the AI is."

"But that's not fair."

"It's fair enough. I did it, after all."

That might be true, but that didn't mean that it felt right to have someone she cared about getting punished because she was too horny to think clearly about the situation...or, well, that's what she told herself the reason was. The black panther shook her head, looking down at the ground now that they were outside the tattoo shop again. The polar bear had been quick to get them moving once Molly had paid, and now...

Now, she was naked, showing off, and marked in a way that made her look almost more like a slave than she did an employee, or a whore. She didn't...well, she minded it a bit, but the shame was buried beneath the arousal and the general need that she felt rather than anything else. Squirming and grinding her thighs together, she found herself rather soaked down there, and some of her juices were running all the way down to her glowing feet.

"Maybe...Maybe we should find Bea."

"Yeah. And then you can tell her how I fucked up."

"You didn't -"

But it was too late. Molly had already started making her way back to the main street, and at speed, at that. She had to struggle to keep up, mostly because she knew that she'd be in trouble if someone other than Bea or Molly saw her and she happened to be alone. With all the augments that she had been given and all the different things that had been done to her, she was pretty sure that most people looking at her would be more interested in stripping her down for parts, then fucking her, rather than helping her get where she needed to be. Her horny needs and hyper-sensitivity would only make it easier for them, too, leaving her all but helpless.

With that sort of motivation, it was surprisingly easy to keep the spider-mouse in view, and after that, catch up with her. She was just about to put a hand on Molly's shoulder when the spider-mouse came to a sudden halt, and she had to stop, too, to avoid running her over.

"There you are," Bea called down from above, the vixen having found some tits while she was out and about in the city. "Come on, hurry up. The train's leaving."

"It's a cannon, you - coming!"

Molly ran up the ramp, while Isabella blushed as she was brought back to the reality of being naked in front of a group of strangers. She hurried up, half-convinced that she could feel the chains flicking back and forth along her ass. It was a weird feeling, considering that it felt like they were under her skin and on top of it at the same time.

As soon as she joined Bea and Molly, the spider-mouse refused to look her in the eye, and the vixen looked at her all the more curiously. It was...well, difficult to know what to say. She opened her mouth -

"Later," Bea suggested, and she was all too willing to take that suggestion. Particularly as the numbing rod touched the back of her neck, and she went limp.

It wasn't until she was loaded in that she realized that Izzy was out of order again, and she would have to make the next cannon-shot as one-hundred percent herself.

...Shit.

They arrived at The New Atlantis with ease, the Cannon Station just as precise as the one they'd launched from to get there. Isabella was still shaking from head to toe as they brought her nervous system back online, barely able to bring herself to a standing position and needing to lean on Bea as Molly scurried back to the hotel. The vixen guided her down from the platform, patting her back gently and shaking her head.

"Would you mind telling me what happened between the two of you?"

"I...I don't know."

"I'm afraid that you and her are the only ones that do know, dear."

"I just...I mean, I know the physical thing, but..."

"Let's start there, then."

"I...well, me and Molly were talking, and I guess I teased her a little bit. After she saw the hotel brand on my ass, she decided that she wanted to drag me off somewhere. I was embarrassed, and I kept trying to bring Izzy online, but she was tired, and -"

"Oh, dear."

"She, um...she woke up while we were walking away from the tattoo shop."

"...Nanite tattoos?" Bea asked, wincing slightly.

"Yes. Is that...bad?"

"...Potentially. Keep going."

That was harder. Feeling a bit like she had fucked up with both Molly and Bea, now, she would have preferred to run into the hotel herself and lock her door. Not that that would have stopped the AI or Bea, for that matter, but it would have given her a moment to feel miserable about herself and then move on. Instead, she had to obey orders.

So, she mentioned what Izzy had done, how she had teased Molly until they had gone to the point of no return with all the different nanites running through her system, the different chains that she wore, the greater sensitivity that they offered her, the way that she was marked with all those purple lightshows: it all came out at once. She shivered as she felt the chains swaying over her breasts, along her ass, hanging down and pulling at her anytime that Bea stroked a hand down her back and reminded her that they would respond to the touch of other people. It was all so intense, and she was still naked.

"Mmmph...and that's all there is to it," she admitted. "I don't know what else could have been done. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have teased that much."

"Hmmm, perhaps." Bea tapped her chin. "Then again, you might have done us a favor."

"...Pardon?"

"Molly has always been a trifle...anti-social. If she is your effective 'owner' within the hotel, then that means that she is the one selling you. More to the point, it means that there is a chance to experiment with more than just the hospitality whore angle. We can see how well it goes employing pimps in the hotel and allowing them to schedule their whores for the hotel, and see if that helps free up some of the time that the AI spends managing that."

"The AI's never done anything, though."

"You mean, that it has never done something that you've seen."

"..."

"Come. Let's make the offer to the AI, and see what they think."

That was an idea, and it was a big one. A big, arousing, weird one, and she didn't know how it was going to play out. The idea of the spider-mouse as her 'pimp' was something that she had never really expected, but seeing what had happened in the city, seeing everything that had happened when she had teased the living daylights out of the mouse, she was more than willing to see just where that sort of thing went. She followed Bea down from the platform, and they both made their way to the hotel front door.

"Come down, please. We need to talk," Bea called into the lobby, and Isabella gulped. Whatever happened next, her relationship with Molly was going to change forever.

The End

Summary: Molly and Isabella spend more time together and end up starting some serious shenanigans.

Tags: F/F, Mouse, Cyborg, Panther, Feline, Tattoo, Nanites, Sci-Fi, Public, Exhibitionism, Whore, Sex Worker, Series, Embarrassment, Humiliation, Possession, Teasing, Groping, Nudity, Wet,