Venusian Nights

Chapter 1

I found myself with her dick in my mouth, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

I could feel her shape with my tongue. She was long and slender with a slight curve. Her head was slightly tapered and was beginning to flare outward.

I went to work: teasing her head with my tongue, dragging my lips lazily down the shaft, applying ever so slight suction. My ministrations were being appreciated, as she began to twitch tentatively and her hips began to rock. Small, desperate coos passed her lips as I pushed myself farther onto her cock. I continued at my slow, meticulous pace, drawing out deep sensual moans from her chest. She melted into the chair, submitting to me.

My own pleasure began to rise from her delicious prick. Sparks danced on my tongue as I pressed it against her throbbing mass, my lips ached with pleasure as they slid over the subtle topography of her shaft, smearing my blue lipstick down to her hilt. My throat ached to be filled and each time her head nuzzled against the entrance a rush of cool lightning would travel down my spine.

With her index finger between her teeth she managed to whisper a word, "Please!"

I picked up the pace, bobbing up and down with increasing urgency. She let out a surprised gasp and began to reflexively buck against my throat, prodding the pleasure button there. I grabbed her hips and held her down, she was happy to let me take control, as her hands roamed up her stomach to find her neglected breasts.

Her moans grew in intensity, her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. My own pleasure was threatening to distract me from my task, my face flush with errotic energy, my orgasm drawing near. I glanced up at her, to see her beautiful green eyes staring back at me, burning with lust and desperate need.

The dam broke.

I could not control myself any longer. I fucked my face on her dick with wild abandon, each rapid bob of my head bringing me closer to release. I heard her cry out my name, and buck one... two... three times. I slammed my head down, and let her into my throat. My eyes fluttered up into my skull as I came, the skin on my face felt like it was singing, and my mouth was thrumming with energy. My throat spasmed as it milked her dick of all that she was worth.

"Holly Shit, Rose!" Anna panted.

After a few moments I pulled myself off her dick and smiled at her with cum dribbling down my chin.

I slumped down into the sofa next to Anna, took a sip of my Caucasian, and enjoyed Sapphire's dance in the afterglow.

The Black Diamond was a strip club, not the most glamorous in the city, nor the seediest, but a nice laid back club with friendly girls and a stable group of regulars. I don't work there often, only a few days out of the week, mostly I work freelance, on-call servicing clients across the city.

By the way, my name is Rose Thorne, and to put it bluntly I'm a prostitute. I'm serious, I have a degree in companionship from New Hong Kong Academy of Companionship. It was there I learned how to draw you in with conversation, dance, give a massage, suck your dick off, fuck you so hard you forget your own name, yah know the basics. I'm attractive enough to get plenty of stable work: I've got long legs, a lithe silhouette, B cup breasts. The things that sorta sets me apart are my musculature and demeanor. Before I was a prostitute I was a marine, and it definitely shaped my body and mind, in some ways I can't be certain. If you haven't guessed Rose Thorne isn't my real name, or at least it isn't my legal birth name. The rose thing is a brand, I have a head of short feathered red hair, my lips are full and glistening blue, I'm covered from head to toe in a winding rose vine tattoo, I exude the smell of roses from every pore, the only thing not red or rose themed about me are my sky blue eyes. Not that I'm bragging about my good looks, I paid good money for my body mods, and in my line of work you either own your own body or somebody else does. I've got most of the standard combat body mods added during my service: a gen three blue-box (embedded neural interface), a reinforced skeleton and enhanced musculature, enhanced multi-lobed lungs, a second heart, enhanced vision. When I started work as a call girl I got a few lewd mods: the rose scented sweat I already talked about, micro-vibrators in my lips, throat, tongue, fingertips, dick and cunt, my milk, saliva and cum are laced with a chemical that heightens the libido, and speakers in my breasts and butt make me a walking sound system. There are a few more mods I've been thinking about getting but they might push me into a niche market so to speak.

It was dusk in New Philly. And I'm not talking about the dusk on Earth, no this is New Philadelphia, Venus. Here the sun takes 147 hours to cross the sky the wrong way. Around this time the Sol just hangs there in the east, casting the city in a red haze. Soon it would be dark, and the city would change. It's not something that I can put my finger on, but the darkness changes people, maybe it's the artificial lights or relief from the heat, but hiding beneath the skin, the thoughts and feelings we wouldn't admit to having, when the sun goes down, well... they come out to play. It's definitely good for business.

I became mesmerized by Saphire's movements, she was curvaceous with long blue locks, and her dance was slow, flowing and sensual. Sapphire was a friend and a dorm mate back in college, not my bedmate mind you, that would be Crystal. Sometimes I reminisce about the good old days when the whole gang was together and we'd have crazy drunken group sex.

Anna on the other hand was not in the old group, she showed up at the Black Diamond a few months ago when she first moved to the city. I was dancing when she walked in the door. Our eyes met, and I stopped. It had never happened to me before when I was working. It was like she saw straight through the act, through the clothes, through the body mods, and saw me... and what she saw made her smile.

She was a rather plain looking girl: nut brown hair, big green eyes and a genuine smile. Next few days she was in there, chatting me up, buying me drinks, sucking my dick. She was sweet, charming, and a helluva lot smarter than I. She was a scientist, but she never found out what she worked on, save that she worked for a company called Nuvitech. One night she got real wasted and she kept going on about "Lack of Ethics" and "Motherfuckers in management". She was a nice girl in a sea of bitches and douchebags.

She put her arm around my shoulder and leaned in for a kiss, "Are you gonna dance?"

I returned her kiss, it was quick, sweet and long enough to transfer some of her semen over, "No, I'm tired. I've been working for six hours, I might crash in the back here, but I'm pretty sure Sapphire groped me last time I did that." Sapphire heard me and gave me a coy wink. I winked back.

"Come to my place, we'll cook up some curry before nightfall."

My heart lurched a bit. Lately our relationship started to get serious, it started with small comments, I stopped charging her for sex, she gave me a key to her apartment, yesterday she asked me to move in with her.

I hadn't said yes, yet.

I hesitated for a moment, "Sounds wonderful."

My bluebox pinged, I had a message. It was a Lubr message with an attached address, "This is an offer for long term employment, payment negotiations will occur in person."

It was strange, most Lubr messages were flirtatious or creepy, sometimes both, not cold and distant. There was some attached payment, probably so they could give me a poor rating if I didn't show.

I groaned, "Uhhh... I forgot to sign out of Lubr, and I just got a job."

"Can't you cancel a job and another Lubr girl is automatically assigned to it?"

"They requested me specifically."

"Do you think it'll take long?"

"No, it's not that far, and it sounds like they want to discuss becoming one of my regulars."

"You need more regulars," I just moaned and nuzzled into her shoulder. She started to nudged me up with her elbow, "Alright you lazy bum, you got a job to do, girls to please, dicks to suck, pussies to fuck."

I got up slowly and stretched my lithe form with my arms to the sky, "Ok, ok, I'm up. I'll meet you at your place, K?"

Anna got up and was heading for the door, "Look'n forward to it."

I slipped into the back to freshen up. It was a utilitarian space for the dancers with showers, vanities, sample testers, electrical taps and most importantly a coffee machine. I kicked off my 6 inch platform heels, peeled off my adhesive push up bra, slipped out of my low cut skin tight jeans and tossed my red leather bolero onto a hanger. I pulled out my jeweled buttplug with a grunt and set it down on an unused vanity. I poured myself a cup of steaming hot java and saddled up to one of the sample testers lined up against the wall. A petite pink haired girl was already in the middle of using the one right next to me. Her name was Gina, she was new, must just turned 18 when she showed up a few weeks ago.

"How's it hang'n Gina" I said as I plunged my erect dick into the machine's waiting orifice. As soon as I was hilted inside the tester, it wirred to life. Suddenly I couldn't move as the device griped my shaft like a vice, creating an airtight seal. It began to gently vibrate, suck rhythmically and massage me with expertise as it inspected the skin for sores.

"Umm, goouuhd, you?" She tried to hide her grunt of pleasure as the machine succeeded in its lewd task.

"I'm pretty sure you're supposed to say 'down and to the left'." That elicited a chuckle from her. I spit into the saliva receptacle and brought the small suckers up to my erect nipples. I sipped my coffee as the machine began its inspection of my pussy. A sucking noise accompanied the cup's meeting with my vulva. A few moments later a probe was at my lower lips, and soon it was all the way in, flexing and prodding at my prostate with a gentle vibration, all the while inspecting every inch of my being.

The black gold rolled over my tongue as I inspected myself in the wall mirror in front of the phalanx of testers. I flipped through various makeup ensambles, and eventually settled on an understated setup with soft red lipstick and smokey eyes.

I moaned softly as I released myself to a relaxed orgasm. The machine continued its ministrations until I was spent, a moment later a green light lit up with a ding. The probe at my pussy was gone and my dick was released with a pop. The machine closed up to start its self cleaning cycle.

"We haven't fucked have we, Gina?" I said as I got into one of the showers. I left the door open so she could watch every little thing I did.

"Ghaaa, no" She was pretty cute when she squirmed.

I shampooed my boyish red hair and scrubbed my scalp. Feeling the stress of the day wash away. "Well don't hesitate to ask any of the girls here for pointers." I soaped up my supple skin and massaged my perky breasts, squeezing and teasing them with my nimble fingers.

"Thanks I'll, uhh, keep that in mind." Her breath hitched as I wrapped one hand around my turgid shaft, while the other hand drifted across my shapely ass, which I had posed to accentuate.

"Ya-know my girl, Anna, her birthday is on the 4th. I'm throwing her a big birthday orgy, all the girls at the Diamond are invited. You gonna be there?" I bent down at the hips to wash my shapely, inhumanly long legs. I felt her eyes drift across my body with lust as she watched my breasts jiggle while I presented my muscular ass to her.

"The 4th, yaaaaahmmmm, I'll make it" She watched as I took an electrical tap off of the wall and pressed the nozzle against my rosebud. With a bit of resistance the tube slid easily into my ass until I felt it click into my hermetically sealed colon implant. I hummed with release as waste flowed from my ass into the tube, while electricity flowed in to charge my batteries.

The tap came out clean and left my asshole gaping. I took my soapy hands and plumbed my pussy and ass. "Good, wear something sexy or don't wear anything at all, also bring a date, its mandatory."

"Do I have to? I'm not so great at meeting people." She caught herself and pretended that she wasn't watching as I rinsed myself, toweled off and stepped out to apply product to my hair.

"Really!" I slapped her tiny buttock and gave it a squeeze, "With this tight ass, bitches must clamoring over each other to get at that dick."

"Mmmmfff, oh ffffuuck." She doubled over the machine as she came. After a few breaths to recover she replied, "*gasp* I want someone who likes me for me, ya-know."

I pushed my ruby buttplug in and pulled on my skin tight jeans (no underwear, never underwear) and smiled as my 9 incher left its classic bulge. I applied my adhesive bra and adjusted it until I had a satisfactory push up effect. I slipped on my 6 inch platform heels (like I need to tower over people more than I already do). "Well this is your chance, bring a date or you'll get five across the ass."

She blushed when I held up my hand, "Yes ma'am."

She was finally pulling out of the machine as I put on my shoulder holster, tucked my handgun under my left shoulder and threw on my red leather bolero over the top of it all, "Remember to relax and don't bottle your self up when your on the machine, it's not good for you, and it eats into your break time."

"Yes ma'am."

I left as she stepped into one of the showers.

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The address was a residential apartment, which didn't bode well. I'm still on Lubr because people mostly use for blow jobs in coffeeshops during lunch or in between appointments. There's probably a toggle for 'public places only' buried in the settings.

I mounted my bike tore out of the parking lot. I love my bike. It's a Hanna Viper with red and blue stripes. As I speed through the city I felt the wind whip at my clothes, felt the thrum of the engine between my legs, and the city lights wash over me.

I pulled into the apartment complex parking garage, to see a woman in a buttoned up striped suit waiting by the elevator. She was demure and asiatic with chic epicanthal folds and straight jet-black hair. "Follow me."

We stepped into the elevator and she entered a pin into the keypad and the elevator began its ascent.

I tried to break the awkward silence, "So is your boss like... super kinky or something?"

I got nothing, not even a twitch from her, "Got it... super kinky."

It was clear from the travel time that we were heading up to the penthouse, and sure enough the elevator opened with a chime to a lavish penthouse apartment. In the modern era of synthetic materials and minimalist architecture, the super rich were paying top dollar for hand carved wooden furniture, hand woven rugs and drapes and bespoke art and architecture. The apartment had a rich organic smell to it.

She led me passed an austere statue of a pre-shift woman fully nude in the throws of passion, one hand down her crotch and the other holding a pitcher, perpetually drizzling her curvaceous form with water.

She led me to an ornate double door and opened it to reveal a grand library. The walls were line with old leather bound books and erotic art, at one end a real wood fireplace crackled and burned, filling the room with a comforting glow and pleasantly rural scent. In the center was an ornate desk, which I can only assume was mahogany. The woman who led me here must have had a twin or a clone because she was also standing by the desk. Behind the desk was a slender woman in a sharp three piece suit buttoned up and perfectly tailored to her. The most striking thing about her was that she had no arms. At first I thought she was just holding her arms behind her back, but her suit was tailored with no arms to perfectly fit her impossibly thin frame. Her hair was a bun of perfect platinum blonde waves and her eyes were steel grey points that burned into me.

"Miss Thorne."

"And you are?"

She got up and strode toward me with serpentine grace, as her thin torso swayed to adjust her weight on her wide hips and long legs tipped with en-pointe ballet heels. She came right up to my face. I could feel her breath against my lips as she looked directly in my eyes. I instinctively grabbed her waist to stabilize her, I could touch the tips of my fingers all the way around her. She took the opportunity to lean into me, releasing herself to me.

"My name is Lynda Drake."

Chapter 2

Something was burning. The air tasted like metal and the popping of electric jolts stirred the dead air. I tried to wipe the floor off my face with my aching hand. I heard my voice groan in the distance. Every joint seemed to crack and snap as I pushed myself off the floor. My vision was blurred from tears and corneal warp. As I blinked my surroundings came to focus incrementally. I was standing in an single room apartment, barely enough room for one person to live in. The floor was littered with clothes, cables, electronics and takeout boxes. Beyond the acidic smoke was the heady flavor of BO and noodles. Along one wall was a simple and well used cubby bed inset in the wall and along the other was a desk under heavy assault by electronics projects and monitors, with a small stack of old books within arms reach.

Something tugged at my head and my hands reached up to find a cable attached to my left temple. After a sharp tug it came loose. I reflexively tried to access my blue-box but something was wrong, nothing was there, it felt like a part of me was missing.

My stomach rebelled and I somehow made it over to the utilitarian badezimmer before collapsing at the foot of the porcelain throne. What was left after my ordeal felt like a stone in my stomach.

I crawled into the shower, turned the handle and curled up in the basin letting the water run over me. I sat there for a while just breathing and trying not to pass out. Eventually I gathered the strength to stand, stripping off my clothes and shower proper. I scrubbed off what felt like a few days of grime before scraping a thick layer of dandruff off my scalp. After I was done washing, I stood there idly pondering while I absentmindedly fondled my dick. I tried to recall yesterday, and came up short, day before yesterday: nothing, three days ago: still nothing. It started to dawn on me that I couldn't remember anything, not even my own name.

I inspected myself in the bathroom mirror: pale skin, round soft features, short straight black hair, mint green eyes with epicanthal folds, a thin mouth. I was short and thin, not much in the way of breasts, a tattoo of a dragonfly sat on my shoulder.

I toweled off and picked out some clothes from what I assumed was the clean pile. I tried the main computer on the desk... dead. I tried the laptop sitting next to it... also dead. I suspected the abandoned screwdriver on the desk bore some responsibility. There was another laptop sitting on the bed, it looked like it was off and not plugged into anything. I booted it up... and was confronted by a username and password field. Shit. After a moment I closed my eyes and just started typing. My fingers knew where to go and soon I had typed out a username: M1ntyeyes28 and a password: W!n73rmute. I was in. I accessed the email client, and again I was halted by user authentication. I started browsing the files, which were mostly half finished projects, scattered notes and porn. I found a plain text file labeled "passwords.txt". Am I an Idiot? As it turned out, yes, I was an idiot. After logging into my email I scanned through for anything that might contain my name. Most of the mail was newsletters, alerts or just old fashion spam, but occasionally there were the actual correspondences. The first one was from someone named Switch: