Streets of Jeotania

I trotted up the block, the wetness between my thighs sending a little shiver up my spine. The building was some kind of nightclub. There was huge neon sign, glowing toxic green that read: TECH VERT.

As the punk-ZAUK disappeared inside, a large ORK stepped out. His black hair was cropped short and he was wearing an open leather vest. Like most of his species he had a prominent, squared jawline, but his was made of metal. Even the tusks protruding from it were a gleaming silver.

Aaaahhh, I see: CYBORKs.

The CYBORK took up the typical bouncer position, crossing his arms and glaring down the line of people waiting to get in.

I holstered my gun and approached, putting an extra sway in my curvy hips. I got the feeling shooting my way in wasn't an option. Luckily, I had other skills at my disposal. I arched slightly to make my boobs more prominent. Adding to the effect, my nipples were still hard, straining through the thin purple tube top.

This got the bouncer's attention immediately. His sickly yellow eyes scanned down my body, lingering pointedly over my chest before relishing the rest of my scantily clad curves.

"It's a little chilly out here," I said, crossing my arms over my breasts and faking a shiver. "You're not going to make me wait in that line, are you?" It was still weird sometimes to hear that feminine pitch coming out of my throat. It had a way of making me feel timid.

His eyes darted up from my chest. "Everybody waits."

"Everybody? Can't you make an exception?" Although, it did seem a lot easier to put a seductive throb into my voice at this pitch, which I was doing then. "Please? I'm sure I could make it worth your while..." I reached out, tracing delicate fingertips over his muscular arm, and looked into his beady yellow eyes while I licked my lips.

A nervous titter danced through my stomach as he glanced towards the line again. Then he opened the door and motioned me inside. I grinned up at him and couldn't help but wonder if human men in the real world were this easy to manipulate with boobs and a pretty face.

Stepping through the door, I found myself at the top of an ominously dark stairwell. Music was coming from down below.

I'll admit I was congratulating myself for having so expertly deployed Lex's sex appeal, until the door shut behind me and I realized the bouncer had followed me. I guess I thought I'd sweet talk my way in but hadn't considered being expected to follow through.

The CYBORK's big arms wrapped around me, hands pawing my chest. Reflexively, I reached for my Plasma Pistol. Then he cupped my breasts, squeezing hard and scrambling my thoughts with a flood of renewed arousal (SP: 34).

"Shit," I murmured as he pulled up my tube top to get at the plump bulbs underneath. His hands were rough and strong, and made my tits feel small, almost tender in his grasp (SP: 36).

"Let's make it quick," he grunted in my ear. "Gotta get back to my post."

His hot breath sent a chill through my neck and shoulders. I sucked in sharply as he pulled me against his broad chest, groping and kneading eagerly (SP: 37-38). I grabbed his muscular forearms, clenching my teeth as heat rushed through my body. My nipples ached, his palms scraping over them as he wrung a breathless moan from my lips (SP: 39-40).

I couldn't resist the rush of excitement brought on by my climbing Stim Points. I knew I needed to clear them, but it was my lust in the driver seat by then, and this CYBORK was about to reap the benefits.

I twisted around in his arms, guiding his hands down to my full round ass. He happily grabbed two big handfuls. I grinned up at him while I ran my hands down his brawny chest. Before I fully realized what I was doing, I had unbuckled his belt and was pulling down his zipper.

"Too bad we have to be in such a rush," I purred, slipping my hands into his pants.

The CYBORK gave me an awkward expression, his metal jaw not quite designed to grin. "Gotta get back to work." He was already hard...and pretty fucking big.

I stroked my dainty fingers down his enticing length and felt myself blushing. I couldn't help but wonder why that was so exciting? As an impatient quiver crawled between my legs (SP: 41), I reassured myself it was just the climbing Stim Points, the mental intrusion of the game.

My heartbeat sped up as I got down on my knees and pulled out his long hard cock. It was thick and smooth and made my mouth water, despite being a greyish-green color. Well, to be honest, most of my men so far had been ORKs, so...wait, was I becoming an ork-slut? In that moment, I didn't care, already working my tongue over that rigid green shaft, coating every inch and vein in warm spit (SP: 43).

Groaning already, the CYBORK put both hands behind his head and slouched back against the door.

Leaning in I laid his cock on my chest, then squeezed my tits around it. He took the hint, pulsing his hips against me. Thanks to the slickness of my spit, his steel rod glided between my soft breasts. I could feel the heat spreading through my torso and my heart seemed almost to thump to his rhythm.

Although this wasn't much of a fight, my Stim points were already halfway to the max. At least I was thinking clear enough to know I needed to make sure I had an edge when our Stim points started climbing. Right away TITFUCK began to flicker in my periphery.

I squeezed my tits tighter, more than a little surprised how good it felt to have that hard, hot shaft sliding between them. I bounced up and down, stroking my firm bulbs against his thrusts. Looking down, I lapped at the tip as it peaked out between my creamy mounds. When I did that, the bouncer thrust a little further slipping the tip between my lips. Opening my mouth wider and sticking out my tongue, I let him pop in and out as he pumped back and forth between my tits.

In my periphery TITFUCK flashed bright green then BONUS +1 STIM DMG!

Almost panting by then, I pulled his cock up to my mouth and wrapped my pillowy lips wrapped around it. The heat of his erection flushed through my cheeks and I moaned softly (SP: 44). I bobbed up and down slowly, then again. His earthy taste and musky smell flooded my senses.

In the back of my mind there was still a part of me repulsed and ashamed by how much I was coming to enjoy sucking dick. Luckily, that part was easy to ignore with a deliciously hard cock in my mouth.

Feeling him slide back and forth over my soft tongue sparked excitement, I began moving faster, growing more eager (SP: 45-46-47-48). The harder I worked, the more he continued to swell, his hardon spreading my jaw. I pushed down, taking him deep and sucking hard as I pulled back. He moaned above me, the sound causing a little thrill to tickle through my chest (SP: 50).

In my periphery, I barely noticed BLOWJOB lighting up.

Wrapping my dainty fingers around his slick shaft, I began stroking, slow and firm. He was dripping, drenched with my saliva as I swirled my velvety tongue around the head, teasing and coaxing his tip. A few tangy spurts of precum tingled over my tongue, and my heart thumped between my breasts as they jiggled with my enthusiastic motion (SP: 52).

"Fuck yeah," the ORK grunted. "Look at me."

I glance up, letting his beady yellow eyes lock my gaze.

"Take it deep," he instructed, reaching down to put a hand on the back of my head. "Go deeper!"

I opened wide and let him push me down until I gagged (SP: 55). Feeling him twitch in my throat, I braced my hands on his hips. His fingers coiled into my hair, gripping tight and guiding my tempo. My eyes stayed fixed on his, letting him know he was in charge as I slurped and moaned around his thick shaft (SP: 56-57-58). I choked, drooling as each thrust pulsed a little quicker, and a lot deeper. His hips were trembling erratically against my palms. I could hardly believe how eager I was, so comfortable on my knees, stroking with my tongue as I sucked so hard for him (SP: 59-60).

Suddenly his big hands grabbed either side of my head, shoving my face against his crotch. His hips bucked, plunging that throbbing cock down my throat. I gagged violently, even as an orgasmic exhilaration surged down my spine. He came in a warm burst, gushing down my throat and filling my mouth. My pussy quivered between my legs, electrified, as I gulped a mouthful of CYBORK spunk.

His hands went slack a moment later and I pushed away, coughing. I sat back, gasping a breath and sputtering on the salty cum still stringing off my lips (SP: 0).

The bouncer sagged against the door, breathing heavy. Wiping my lips, I glanced above his head to see StimP: 50! flashing red.

I got to my feet, feeling a little lightheaded but relieved. I leaned against him, running my fingers over his chest and looking at him with my best puppy dog eyes.

"Hope that was worth it."

"Yeah," he responded dazedly.

"Say..." I went on, pressing my still naked tits against him. "That little ZAUK you let in before me, any idea where he might've gone?"

"Oh yeah," the CYBORK moaned. "He's here to see CLAMPER."

"And who exactly is CLAMPER?" I felt like I knew the answer.

"He's the boss around here."

"How do I find CLAMPER?"

"You have to get the bartender to let you into VIP," he explained. "CLAMPER's always in the VIP lounge."

"Well, let's hope the bartender's as much fun as you." I gave him a wink and tucked my tits back into the tub top.

He slapped my ass as I turned to walk away (SP: 1). I couldn't help but giggle and wagged my round little tail at him.

Who was I becoming? Still tasting his cum in my mouth, I had to question myself. Yes, I was playing Lex as she was intended but...I had kind of wanted to suck his cock, and I had more than "kind of" enjoyed it. It had to be the game influencing my mind, and more pointedly my desires...

I tried to push those thoughts out of my head and started down. The sound of my heels clinking the metal stairs seemed almost too pointed of a reminder that, for the time being I was a woman. What that meant for my desires was...confusing.

Don't worry about it for now, just keep playing, that seems to be the only way through.

At the bottom, I came into a crowded night club. The place was dimly lit, save for the array of multicolored lasers weaving overhead. The music was thunderous, some throbbing retro synthwave song.

The crowd started right at the base of the stairs. ORKs, a few humans, some other things, all packed in tight and dancing. The floor was flashing beneath their feet in a grid of lighted panels. I spotted the bar on the far side of the room and descended into the mob.

The crowd pressed in around me. The rhythm was infectious, not the music as much as the bodies, so close, bouncing and swaying. Some of the men reached out to pull me into the dance. As I pushed through, there seemed to be something almost choregraphed about their movement. Once more I wondered if they were MOBs or players.

When I reached the bar, there were only a few patrons sitting there drinking. Any bar in the real world would have been overrun with shouting partiers, demanding their next drink. That was probably the biggest indication this was just part of the set dressing for my mission.

The bartender was another CYBORK. This one had longer hair, and a regular jaw with one yellowing tusk sticking up. I couldn't see his eyes though, they were covered with some kind of mirrored lenses. He was wearing a black button-up with the sleeves ripped off and cleaning a glass as I approached.

"What's a girl gotta do to get a drink around here?" I had to shout over the music.

He set the glass down and looked towards me. "What'cha drinking?"

I climbed onto one of the stools, propping my elbows on the bar so I could lean forward to give him a good look at my rack. "Um, what's good here?" I asked.

The CYBORK shrugged. "I mix a pretty good Sonhadran Sunrise, or uh, we got beer..."

"Ooh, I just came from Sonhadra," I giggled. "That sounds good."

He nodded and started making the drink.

I began playing with my tube top, pretending to absent-mindedly pull it down little by little. Even though I couldn't track the motion of his eyes, I saw his head tilting my direction. I was pretty sure he was looking straight down the front of my top as he set the drink in front of me.

Smirking, I picked up the glass and took a sip. It was bitter and burned my tongue like cheap alcohol. It was also ice cold and washed the taste of the bouncer's cum out of my mouth. I took a bigger drink, coughing as it hit my throat.

The bartender chuckled. "Too stiff?" he teased.

"I like stiff things," I said and licked my lips.

Embarrassment rushed through me. I wasn't sure if it was that part of my brain that wasn't quite comfortable flirting with a male, or the part of my brain that couldn't believe I'd say something so cheesy ...to either sex.

The bartender leaned forward to get a little closer to me. "Play your cards right, you might get something a lot stiffer."

I was teasing my tube top down even further, letting my areolas just peak out. "So what cards do I gotta play to get invited back to the VIP lounge?"

"VIP..." he echoed. I didn't notice his hand creeping towards my chest. "Ain't too many humies get invited back to VIP. Course..." Now his finger hooked my top and pushed it down, letting my nipples pop out. "...the few who do..." He smirked, licking his lips. "...look a lot like you."

I was a little caught off guard and pulled away, tugging the top back into place. "Well, I hear you're the expert," I said, regaining some composure. "Or do you need to see a little more," I flashed a vixen grin, "to be sure?"

"You seem to like putting on a show," the bartender said, rubbing his chin.

I shrugged coyly and finished my drink.

"We might have a use for you then," he said, and a grin spread over his face.

Suddenly I swayed on the barstool. I reached out to steady myself, or I meant to, but instead my arms dropped limp at my sides. Shiny stars appeared and began to circle my head. I was STUNNED??

ROOFIED flashed red in my periphery. What the fuck?

"Zauknoids are dumb little critters," the bartender was saying. "But did you really think he'd come in here to hide without warning us you'd be right behind him?"

That really hadn't occurred to me at all. Just like the idea that I could be roofied. Shit! This game really did have everything!

I was beginning to panic as he moved away from the bar. There was a panel on the wall behind him. He leaned down, putting his face to it and those mirrored lenses lit up, flashing and sparkling. The panel glowed in response and then a section of the wall slid open. Two more CYBORKs came out from the hidden door.

"Didn't expect a BOUNTY HUNTER to be this dumb," chortled one with a metal plate covering the left side of his head. The eye on that side was glowing red.

"Or this hot," chimed the other, like the bouncer he had a mechanical jaw. His yellow eyes were crawling up and down my limp body.

My heart was racing as they came towards me. I was a sitting duck while I was stunned.

"Make sure you get her weapons," the bartender was saying. "Then take her back to see BLITZ."

The one with a metal jaw came over and took off my weapons belt. When he did my HUD popped open and all my weapons disappeared: my Plasma Pistol, the Plasma Rifle, even the one Plasma Grenade I had left. Then he picked up my limp arm and took off the E-LARIAT techno-cuff.

Then the other one, metal-head, scooped me off the stool almost effortlessly and slung me over his shoulder. In real life I weighed probably twice what this body did. I wasn't used to being manhandled. The way the men in this game could pick me up and toss me around, made me feel insubstantial, vulnerable.

Draped over his back, I couldn't even see where we were going as he carried me off. Limp and bouncing on his shoulder, my panic grew with every step.

Why hadn't I blown this stupid mission off and go to meet up with Eyla and Crowther? How long would they really wait for me? How would I even find them after... god, I didn't even know what was going to happen to me now.

The CYBORKs took me through the secret door, and when it slid shut the music was all but entirely muted. I could tell we were moving down a dimly lit hall but little more. It was a kind of surreal experience as the stars continued circling my head even though I was hanging upside down.

Fortunately, we didn't have to go too far before turning into another door. Inside the CYBORK dumped me onto a plush couch. When he stepped back, I got a look at the room. It was a dark round chamber, the walls of which were lit by purple neon. The ceiling was sort of vaulted, with lighting focused on the center of the room. There a gleaming silver pole ran from floor to ceiling, surrounded by a ring of these plush couches.

As I tried to get my bearings, hoping that my STUNNED status cleared before the two CYBORKs decided to have their way with me, big red letters appeared in the air before my eyes: YOU HAVE ENTERED BLITZ'S BROTHEL!

On cue, another door slid open at the back of the room. A tall female ORK sashayed through it. She was wearing a red gown, cut low on a pair of bodacious tits that put mine to shame. The skirt was slit up to her hips on either side, and the whole thing looked to be made entirely of glittery sequins. Her greasy black hair was twisted into long braids that intermingled with the bushel of boas hung around her neck. Two sharp tusks, tipped with gold caps, extended up from over-painted red lips.

"It figures," she growled, coming to stand in front of me. "That bartender is constantly sending me these skinny humies!"

"Yeah, but look at them tits," grunted Metal-head, reaching down to give my breasts a jiggle.

"Got an ass on her too," added Jaws.

"Oh, so I guess you boys are into this pink-meat?" she shook her head.

I was noticing my stars were slowing their spin, signaling my STUNNED status was winding down. Not that I was sure how that mattered, I wouldn't be able to fight my way past three ORKs with no weapons.

"Lucky for you," the lady ORK was talking to me now. "CLAMPER wants you put to work. So I gotta know if your good for the brothel, or if you're only fit for slave-meat." She sauntered over to the far side of the couch. "You'v got one song on the pole to show me what you got." She flopped onto the couch, crossing her impossibly long legs with a dramatic flair. "You boys are welcome to stay for the show."

The two CYBORKs perked up noticeably. "Thank you, Miss Blitz!" They moved to sit on couches of their own.

Right then my stars vanished, and I could move again. Before I could make a run for it, AUDITION CHALLENGE! flashed in bright red letters in the center of the room. Then PERFORM A STRIP TEASE FOR BONUS STIM DAMAGE!

Oh crap, what did I know about stripping? Or dancing at all.

Music began to play, another generic synthwave song but slower, more sensual, I guess. A yellow 2:48 appeared in my periphery, then began counting backwards. 2:47...2:46...

I glanced around but couldn't see the door we'd come in by, or any other means of escape. After scanning the room, my eyes found their way back to the stripper pole. Guess I wasn't getting out of this one.

2:39...

I got up and walked to the pole. I touched it lightly, walking a small circle around it. I'd been to strip clubs in the real world, but it wasn't like I was there to study. And I wasn't much of a dancer on my own at normal nightclubs. I tested my weight on the pole, taking another lap as I tried to figure this out.

"Come on, get moving!" barked Jaws, and he reached out to slap my ass (SP: 2).