Sexdroid 3R-15 Is Way Too Eager

The Purring Servo lounge hummed with anticipation, an eager group of patrons crowded around the large stage at its center, visages masked by the holographic smoke wisps that gave the lounge its well-loved, rustic appeal without causing cancer. Cheers erupted as the Popspark's latest glitchpop ballad, Afterburner Heart began to blare over the speakers, a melodic keyboard run ampling tensions higher and higher until, with a sudden bass-y bwah, Eris slid across the stage, oiled-up abs glistening as she hooked a leg around the stripping pole and immediately hoisted herself up, hanging upside down as he hips swiveled.

Then she was off. She cartwheeled onto her feet and stepped around the edge of the stage with long, erotic steps. At times she would pause, putting a leg up onto the nearby bar and tugging her thong tight against her body, enough to show her blinking clit to horny clients. As they scanned their credit chits against that sensual bump to tip her, she would let out a little moan and point behind her, a screen showing off who had tipped the most, and how much.

Everyone knew exactly what would happen to the customer who won that bidding war. Eris was famous for it by now. After one strut around the bar she returned to the pole, grabbing it with both hands and outright humping it, rubbing her sensitive nub against it, moaning louder and louder as the song neared its end. She bent backwards on her hands and knees and crawled slowly towards the edge of the stage, legs spread, credit scanner clit pulsing with light, humping the air with each beat of the song.

Only a few seconds left, but she was finally in reach. The perfect time to win the bidding war and claim her.

3 AM. Last call at the Purring Servo. The music had long since faded. Whispers were no longer coming from the back, moans were no longer sneaking out of the Quickie Booths privacy curtains. Not every section of Lustronica had a closing time, but the Lounge was the one place anyone could enter the complex from ight off the street, necessitating some regulation on customer intake.

But then, breaking the relative silence, there was a small, airy moan, drawing curiosity. Tucked in the back, the Striptease Queen, Eris, had one leg raised against the wall as she humped... the vending machine, the dancer droid rubbing her credit-scanner clit up against the machine's own scanner.

"Come on... just give me a little tip, baby. You know you want to... ten credits? Five credits? Just lemme feel something, please?~" The vending machine remained nonplussed, its apathetic whir ringing with a judgmental vibe it was mechanically incapable of feeling. An errant grind of Eris' clit triggered an 'invalid transaction' message, its mechanical coils keeping a firm, unyielding grip on the variety of condoms and lubricant it had behind its glass showcase panel.

"Hmph. No fun... maybe I'll try..." Her glowing blue eyes suddenly flicked in the direction of movement, and she practically purred. A human, still hanging around. Perfect.

"Hey there, babe. Can I interest you in an end of night discount?" She said, biting her lip and gyrating her hips, eyes already flicking over to a nearby quickie booth.

In retrospect, you should have taken your client's whimper of 'Fuck Me Until I Break' a little less literally. Developing personality matrices. Not your fault, honestly.

Not even the worst customer snafu in Lustronica's history, either. Clients signed waivers for a reason, and it's only the client's wrist that had been broken. Perfectly salvageable. They weren't even all that mad: masochistic tendencies making them wholly unlikely to sue.

Still, Lustronica had to respond for PR purposes at least, so they'd put you in Timeout for a week. It's wasn't that bad: boring decor, sure, but there was a decently sized charging bed and access to the internal network. The room even had a small nanite bath to soak in to make sure that you were in tip-top shape when things were over and normal scheduling resumed. The only task provided was to repeat 'I will not injure customers' a few thousand times per day as Rehab Reinforcement. Easy enough to speed through.

Things went by without incident until Day 3, when the door slid open unexpectedly and an exasperated security drone tossed in a unit you recognized, but had never met before. The rippling, defined abs, the blue ponytail, the synthetic sweat making her alabaster skin glisten: Eris, the explosively popular stripper droid.

"Oh come ON! He WANTED me to make him creampie five times in a row, he was begging for it! Just because he had a little health scare..." The door slid shut behind her and she let out a long dramatic huff, twirling around on one of those long, sultry legs before suddenly stopping, blue eyes locking on you. Her face lit up, lips curling up into a smile.

"Ohhh~ I didn't think they were giving me a roommate. That changes things." You definitely weren't supposed to have a roommate. That security droid must have been washed.

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