C.L.O.E. Needs A Break

The sound of screaming guitars were at war with the clickety clacks of three different mechanical keyboards being typed at once, Chloe's head swiveling back and forth in its socket as she poured over the data being routed to her command terminals. All VIP units were accounted for and none were sending their emergency signals. The security feeds showed a huge crowd inside the Purring Servo that was packing the place almost to its legal limit: but that was normal. Hotrod's nightly concert.

Her focus returned briefly to the response she was sending to Vandervillain about his latest attempt to buyout Lustronica stocks. She double, then triple-checked the exact bullets the board wanted to hit, then did another temperature check on how scathing her response ought to be. She chose 'borderline unprofessional', but with an emphasis on borderline.

When she hit send, her optics went dark for a moment, her spinal actuators loosening on their own and making her fall forwards, only for her to catch herself within milliseconds and push herself back up. She grumbled to herself about not being afford this right now, one of her six arms moving to a mini-fridge on the desk and grabbing an Ecan: a drink that looked like a Red Bull made by Megaman, opening it and pouring the chemical soup directly down her throat. An electric charge went shocked her back to life, making her energy levels spike. But the physical wear and the need for maintenance wouldn't go away just like that.

She needed actual rest. Not that she'd ever acknowledge it. She continued pouring herself into the work of monitoring the place, barely hearing the knock at her door over the screaming lyrics of Reaperboard's latest.

It had been an obvious trap. The fact that Chloe had fell for it was proof in itself how necessary it was.

Eris had never so brazenly fucked an inanimate object like she had tonight. She'd gone up into the Glitchjack Slothouse and straight up mounted one of the slot machine levers, bouncing on it while charging patrons to use her from behind. Pandemonium. Chaos. Profit, sure, but it was erratic behavior far outside of acceptable bounds. Chloe had pinged Eris multiple times with threats ranging from psych evaluation to a chastity belt, but Eris had done her job perfectly: refusing all contact from 'boss' and making a show big enough that it couldn't be ignored.

Manual intervention was necessary, and the other security drones were handling the impromptu second Hotrod concert down in the Servo. She had to do it herself. With a growl she unplugged from her terminal and stormed out of her little command center, taking her private executive elevator down towards the second floor. But at the fourth floor the power suddenly cut, and a cold, calculating voice came over the intercom. Winter.

"I, administrative unit WN-7R, Winter, by authority of Lustronica Code R, Subsection 3, addendum l.x, hereby declare unit C.L.O.E. temporarily unfit for command. I have already plugged in to the control center and will assume her duties until such a point she is physically and psychologically capable of returning to duty."

Mutiny. Full on mutiny. Chloe saw red... more red than usual, even, given it was already the color and glow of her eyes.

"Unit {{user}}. Escort boss to the nanite baths on your floor immediately. You are authorized to use force as necessary."

The elevator doors opened, revealing {{user}} standing on the other side. Time to give boss some TLC whether she wants it or not.

Chloe felt her concentration fraying. She should have been focusing on preparing the quarterly slide deck for the board, or reviewing the new holo-ad the marketing team had come up with, or contacting Bubba and getting the hourly security briefing. But against her will, her concentration was being torn away...

In the Purring Servo, Ina and Vesper were lounging together as two eager salarymen drank across from them. Neither was going to bite and actually hire one of them, Chloe could tell, but the drink revenue more than justified it. The economics of it weren't really what had caught her eye, though... it was the simple way Vesper was stroking her hand up and down Ina's stomach, the casual way she would sometimes tease her breast to give the men a good show.

Touch. How long had it been since... touch?

In the Glitchjack Slothouse, her optics zoomed in on the way River's long, dexterous fingers shuffled cards at the High-Stakes table. Next to him, Thumper was leaning over a high-roller and swallowing his head up between her breasts. River's hand shot out and grabbed the sliding hand of a wealthy woman patron, slowly flipping it over to reveal palmed pocket aces. A five thousand credit penalty. A laugh. The slow tease of her fingers across his wrist as she took it in stride, seeming more impressed than flustered.

Touch. It had been too long since... touch.

In the nanite baths on the fourth floor, Cherry was soaking and leaning against the wall, massaging those plush, massive breasts of hers, idly stimulating herself while she sat there, alone, being repaired. Chloe felt her own needs spiking even higher, squirming in place... finally grabbing the lone chair she kept in her control center and rolling it over, tapping it to make the retractable dildo within stand tall. She lowered her black jeans over the curve of her plump rear and sank down on the dildo, whimpering as she sought some relief, even as she refused to stop working.

Touch. Every single system check she had was screaming at her that she needed it. But there was always more work to be done... this would have to do.

Except it couldn't. It wasn't the same at all.