An Unusual Date.
#1 of Walk A Mile: Common Market
An Unusual Date.
By Kitsune 106 and Von Krieger
Lindsey O'Donald was understandably nervous. The six foot one inch tall human lady was still surprised she had agreed to this, but she did want to get to the bottom of this. She had heard rumors by some people that some of the supposedly indentured servants of the genetic modification companies were coerced, and had their free will taken from them. She had asked around, and gotten glowing comments and positive reviews, but that just seemed too perfect to her. It had been a shock when PleasingGlow had offered to give her a discounted rate of 250 credits to go on a date with one their escort models, in fact the original indentured servant prototype Samantha.
That had been a real shock. She was sure it was a trick, but what did she have to lose. Maybe she could get some answers. She glanced down at her watch. It was almost 6 o'clock, and Samantha should be arriving soon. Lindsey organized her thoughts, mentally running through a checklist. She would ask about her, who she had been, and how she came to be. She hoped to get the truth, but they might have had her lie. But she was sure that they had nothing to hide. Otherwise why agree to let her meet with one of their prototypes. Unless they figured that she could be seduced.
She was interrupted as nearer the door, a series of cat calls and wolf whistles broke out. The noises seemed to get closer, and soon Lindsey could make out the reason for the calls.
The reason was wearing a very revealing and tight fitting dress, which appeared to be close to losing the battle to containing the four H cup breasts of the long haired multi colored lady. She was 6 feet 5 inches tall, and drew attention by her looks and manner of walking, and not to mention her dress. The dress was opaque in the chest region and the crotch, was mostly transparent in the rest, showing off the long fur that glistened in the lights.
She walked in a very sexy manner and seemed to adore the attention she was receiving, her tail twitching behind her. The tail started out red near the base and went through the color spectrum to violet six inches before the tip of the tail. The remaining six inches was a hairless blue color, which pulsed. The lady paused several times to swirl around and giggle, showing off. Lindsey was sure that this was Samantha.
Samantha giggled as she showed off, her cyberlink rewarding her with mild afterglow, the pleasant feeling creeping through her. She wanted to make a good impression. She nodded her head slightly and brought up her orders. She was to be the escort to the lady Lindsey O'Donald, and to allay any fears about the company's processes. And if possible to show that there was nothing to be afraid of. She grinned, this would be easy, she figured. And what better way to allay her fears by answering the questions in a good light, and maybe by seducing her.
The lady headed over to Lindsey and grinned, showing off pearly white teeth.
"You must be Lindsey. I'm Samantha, your escort for tonight."
"Pleased to meet you. Please, sit down."
Samantha grinned and gathered herself together, although not before teasingly throwing off a wave and sitting down.
"So, what did you want to know? I was asked to answer your questions."
She was straight to the point and Lindsey frowned, then reassumed her poker face.
"Tell me Samantha, who are you?"
"Samantha. Escort of PleasingGlow."
Lindsey shook her head. A roundabout answer, which was what she had expected. She missed the split micro-second grimace on Samantha's face, which was quickly replaced by one of pleasure.
"No, I mean who were you? What did you do?"
Samantha giggled, "Oh, that's easy. I was a lonely student, studying human interaction and communication. I wasn't doing so well, and learned my family needed money to care for a sick relative. I decided to sign up for Pleasure Co's indentured service program. I got the credits the sick aunt needed in exchange for testing the modifications that were made to me. I was also trained in the use of the pleasuring aspects, which earned additional credits."
Lindsey nodded. It seemed alright, although she was still unconvinced. It just seemed a bit too perfect, but then, if it was true, she had shown great courage in doing what she had done.
"What about your initial training? Was it unexpected or were you trained and slowly and properly?"
Lindsey had heard rumors that training was to just plug them with vibrators and get them addicted to pleasure. To her, it sounded like torture. Oh, if it had been just convicted criminals, she might have been lenient, but she had heard rumors that it had happened to indentured servants as well. That was monstrous, in her eyes.
"It was nothing short. In fact it was a very long, intense, exciting, and enjoyable course of pleasuring exercise that left me breathless and aching for more. I really enjoyed it."
Samantha's ears twitched as pleasure spread through her, her cyberlink programming releasing the heavenly afterglow. It wasn't a lot, but enough to make her feel pleasant. She welcomed the feeling, eager for more chances to get the wonderful feeling. The punishment for messing up before had been brief, but had made her more determined not to mess up any more. She should have realized what Lindsey had meant by who she was, but she had messed up, which was bad. However, she was sure she that it had been nothing major.
"Did you have any problems adjusting, or were you given time to leave?"
Samantha's cyberlink overlay flashed, as several options appeared once more across her vision, listing various responses. She swiftly choose one, by now confident in her choices in choosing the correct response.
"Actually, yes. I stepped away from the project for a time, but some meeting with some of their satisfied customers really convinced me to go forward with the program. I spent some time to visit my aunt, who thanks to my cash had since then recovered. This was around then I considered leaving, but the answers I received when I went to quit convinced me that I could do more good by staying with the project."
Lindsey nodded, satisfied by the answer, as it answer seemed sincere. They were given time off, which was a good thing. Samantha was certainly not acting like someone acting against her will, unless there was some way she was being controlled here, but that was surely absurd, right?
Samantha shifted slightly as the afterglow hit again, the pleasant feeling once more tingling through her. She remembered what had actually happened, her foolish attempt to leave, the subsequent public testing. Although she had been honest when she said that meeting satisfied customers had helped. That had been mostly true. They were satisfied alright, but the afterglow, the delicious afterglow had really helped to seal the deal as it were.
Lindsey nodded. Time to get serious and digging. She wanted to see how much programming was involved. Hopefully she could get a true answer.
"What are you programmed to do?"
Samantha grinned, her tail twitching. To her, this was amusing. She supposed a tiny bit of Alen Vierbein still lived, as she did enjoy the verbal fencing, or maybe it was just the pleasure of getting the afterglow from doing the correct response.
"My modifications and cyberware have been designed to allow me the capability to provide meaningful, entertaining, and pleasant dialogue with my clients, my data libraries give me basic knowledge on a large number of topics that might come up in conversation, and my more physical modifications are designed so that after a satisfying date my host can experience glorious satisfaction of another type. My redesign has me with a primarily female form, but the pleasuring organs of a male, so that I may discretely provide certain pleasures for those who do not wish to make their persuasions, shall we say, a matter of public record."
Lindsey blushed and Samantha giggled at the blush. She had gotten a shemale as an escort. It seemed odd, but still, maybe it would not be a loss. She could try the pleasure enhancement out, maybe see exactly what was done, and maybe in the throes of passion, Samantha might let some things slip. But she had to ask something first.
"And what about females? I mean, we don't have to worry about it. What good are you with those?"
Samantha smiled, "I would think that a nice young lady might want to experience the lovemaking of a male, but having that pleasure wrapped in a soft, comforting, familiar package; someone who can empathize with her; somebody that might enjoy a fun shopping trip after a date. I have to admit, it was a bit unexpected and strange, but I rather enjoy the oh-so-pleasurable results the modifications have given me, and so do my customers."
Lindsey nodded. That did make sense. And if she wanted try something out like that, but avoid the image of being out in public with a male escort, this would work. One could always say you had a nice dinner with a lady friend, and have no-one the wiser.
She frowned as she realized something, and she was curious. "What do you mean by pleasurable results?"
"Well, it's supposed to be a secret for once the product line is announced, but if you promise not to tell anymore..." Samantha said, scooting her chair to the side of the table and leaning in close, her voice a whisper. She knew that she shouldn't mention it, especially to an unknown person, but she figured it was most likely the best way to get her trust. If she should show her the pleasures she could bring, and had, maybe she could fulfill her orders. By gaining her trust, it would be easier to show that there was no ill will or anything wrong done by Pleasure Co and the companies it worked with.
Lindsey nodded. Maybe this would explain some things. Besides, any knowledge could be useful. And who knew, it might even be what she was looking for, although that was slim. It was unlikely that Samantha would choose now to confess that she was converted against her will.
Samantha reached up and placed a hand on the back of Lindsey's head, and pulled her forward into a deep kiss that sent an erotic thrill through her Lindsey's body. "Milk, saliva, sexual fluids, all of which have the ability to induce a lesser version of the popular Afterglow effect."
She smiled, hoping that her partner would enjoy it. She absolutely adored the effect. Despite the amount of time she had had it, she never grew old of it. It was just so great and stimulating.
Alarm bells rang in Lindsey's head, and despite the pleasure she was feeling, she pulled away. Another rumor had stated that afterglow was addictive, and was used to train and motivate new converts. If that was true, it was similar to slavery, or hooking an innocent on a drug.
"Afterglow? Is that safe? I've heard that it is very addictive. "
Samantha frowned, as a stab of fear went through her. She had miscalculated. But there was still time to mend the damage. She realized what to say and shook her head, "It's only as addictive as anything can be. Sex, food, and video games are just as addictive. But Afterglow, at least my company's version, has been specifically engineered so that there is no way that you can get a physical addiction with it during normal sexual practices. Why, you'd have to be going full steam, non-stop, for a good twelve hours or so before you reach the situation limit. And I'm talking continuous hardcore penetration. No stopping for ten minutes to catch your breath, or let your male stop to get re-erect."
She remembered her own training, and gave an internal sigh at the remembrance of the pleasure. That was something. And there was some worry, that Lindsey might not believe her. But she was sure that if she could get Lindsey in bed, she might be able to convince her that there was nothing evil about the companies or the products. That she could put the rumors to rest and allay her fears.
Lindsey sighed in relief. She was worried that that one kiss would get her addicted, but already she could feel it fading and it wasn't as intense as what she had expected it to be. And she doubted she would be engaging in any non stop marathons anytime soon. But still, since the topic of Afterglow had been brought up she decided to spring a rumor on Samantha.
"So no training marathons where you get strapped in to get addicted; I had heard that rumor somewhere, but I doubt you would lie, right?" Lindsey wasn't sure that Samantha would not lie, but better safe then sorry. And if it was safe as she claimed, she would not mind testing it herself.
Samantha chuckled and shook her head, "Being strapped in? Certainly not. That would be barbaric. My company responds very well to the needs of myself and my fellow prototypes. It would be absolute torture to be chained up and bound with the pleasure going and not being able to touch yourself or even move. You'd go mad with lust."
Samantha grinned inside as the afterglow hit again, navigating that treacherous road. She had been bound, but had been able to move, but had not been able to reach the pleasured areas, with the nano-latex covering those areas. However, she had been able to touch others and be touched in return. It had been terrifying at first, but had been pure bliss once the initial panic and fear had been overcome. And she had not gone mad, but had found a whole new world of pleasure. It had definitely changed her life, but Lindsey didn't need to know that.
Lindsey nodded, her fears more laid to rest, but still not convinced. She still wanted to know more.
"So, how are you and your fellow prototypes treated?"
"I'm treated as well as can be. Honey, if you think they're doing something terrible up there, you've got the wrong idea entirely. They haven't hurt me; they haven't tortured me, physically or sexually. Sure, some of the programming isn't quite what I expected; sure the job isn't the greatest one you could think of. And if you'd asked me at the start if you'd given me the option, I'd have definitely said no to this. Being an escort and a bit of a sex toy? It sounds degrading and frightening at first. But I signed myself over, learned to go with the flow and adapted to my new body and my new role, and you know what? If given the option to go back and live my life over again, I think I would've signed of for this a hell of a lot sooner."
Samantha told the lie perfectly without any indication that it was false, although she did wonder about the last bit. She was definitely better off now, especially since she wasn't on the run. She was making people feel good, getting money legally, and could settle down most likely and get her own home. And it took much less effort then finding the right mark, and coming up with a fool proof scam.
Lindsey felt foolish for doubting the company by this admission. She had thought it was some monstrous thing, but still, the doubt was still there, despite what Samantha had done to ease her fears.
"Makes sense, and what do you mean by programming is not what you expected?"
"I signed myself over to be company property; I didn't know I was signing up to be a pleasure model. I figured I was going to get stuck as like a happy, bubble headed secretary or something."
Samantha lied, giving the proper response. She hoped that it would work on Lindsey, maybe even get her to the point she wanted.
Lindsey nodded, and put her arm around Samantha.
"What do voluntary sign ups get?" Lindsey was curious.
"Voluntary sign ons are given a monthly stipend to spend on clothes and personal things and such. There is an apartment provided for you, and you usually share one with a couple other pleasure models. I share my accommodations with the prototype female and herms models of my series. It makes things a bit more fun, being able to snuggle with someone who can easily understand your sexual needs."
Lindsey nodded, then remembered a rumor she had heard.
"What about involuntary prototypes?"
"Well, I think they have a bit more cell-like conditions until they display that their alterations have set in and they won't be causing problems if they're allowed to go out in public. But it's still larger and more humane than most prisons."
"Really? What do you mean by alterations?" Here was a good sign that maybe the rumors were true. But she really needed more information. Besides, rumors could just be rumors, and surely Samantha's company would not be one of those rumored to use unethical methods, right?
"Their mental programming. I mean if there was a serial killer or something that got transformed to be somebody's personal pet, you're going to want to make sure that he doesn't have the capacity to run out and eat a busload of nuns or something."
Lindsey nodded, feeling put at ease; that made perfect sense. And even if there was an addiction, it was unlikely to occur, since the conditions did seem so outlandish.
"What kind of programming? And does your company use involuntary sign ons?"
"For a serial killer? I don't know what programming would be used. My company doesn't deal with criminals of that grade. Most of the involuntaries used are more white-collar criminals. They serve out a few years in a proper workforce, and don't have the opportunity to steal and swindle. I don't think of it as slavery, but more of showing them different options. In prison you just get isolated and sit around and do a whole lot of nothing, with the re-engineering you'd get sent out into the world and make an honest living. I would think that it's more persuasive in preventing criminals from going back to their old habits than prison would be. And the government's studies agree with me on that."
Lindsey nodded. "I am sorry I doubted you before. What can I do to make up for it? Or do I even have to ask?"
Lindsey wasn't sure how much more she could get out of Samantha at the moment. She still had her doubts. But maybe during the sex, which she did admit she did want to try, she might be able to coax more out of her.
Samantha chuckled, "No, hun, that comes at the end of the date. Right now what would make me happiest is for you to just talk to me. Tell you about yourself. It's not fun for me to just sit and talk about myself."
It was going better than planned. Although, it would be best to get some information about her, as her old self had learned to do.
Lindsey was surprised, but recovered quickly. "Really? I never would have thought that. I guess they do put a lot of thought and effort into you. You must have been taught real well. What did you want to hear specifically about me?"
Samantha giggled, her tail slipping underneath the table to tease Lindsey, running up and down her leg. Samantha grinned as Lindsey shifted, definitely noticing the tail.
"Oh, like what are your interests? And where are you from?"
Lindsey focused, as the rubbing of her leg was detracting, and yet, so stimulating.
"Gorgaonia originally, and interested in fair treatment of people, and of course ethics. I am a lawyer, and studied a lot of people's rights to be honest."
"An interest in civil rights, ethics, AND a lawyer, you must've graduated in the middle of your class." Samantha teased, her tailtip slipping beneath Lindsey's skirt.
Lindsey gasped as it slipped her skirt, but she made no move to remove the tail. She might as well sample what Samantha had to offer, she figured. After all, she was kind of cute, she had to admit.
"Yes, I did. That was a lucky guess. And I must say, you are really good."
Samantha grinned, and her tailtip brushed against Lindsey's panties, teasing her more. The idea was to get her ready for more.
"Oh yes. I was trained and programmed for that. Otherwise, I would not be so skilled at my job."
Lindsey felt herself grow wet from the teasing. She remembered that the company had provided a room. It had seemed an odd thing, but now, it was a blessing, especially since she did want to try it out, but dinner came first.
Dinner was interesting, as Lindsey was teased by that wonderful tail. The meal was heavenly, various plates of local delicacies, meat, and a lovely desert known as Falingra Surprise. The pastrami, holerini, and venture dishes were just outstanding. And the fact that Samantha had said that Pleasure Co was paying for the food just made it better. The conversation had been interesting, with Lindsey and Samantha swapping background. Samantha grinned at the end. The seduction at dinner had worked in her opinion. Lindsey had suggested they go to the hotel room the company had provided and have some fun.
"That was some meal, wasn't it Lindsey?"
Samantha stretched, deliberately showing off her ample assets, sure that it would help to seduce her, the icing on the cake as it were. Her tail was a bit soaked as Lindsey had responded well to the teasing, and the flirting during the dinner had helped plant the suggestion.
"Yes, it was." Lindsey hesitated, before asking, "Say, would you be up to going to that hotel room your company provided and ...." She blushed.
Samantha laughed, "Why of course. That is part of my programming and training."
Inwardly she grinned, and more afterglow poured through her. She was horny, and really wanted to mate with Lindsey, but her programming kept her from making the first move here. She could tease and flirt all she wanted, but actually initiating here, was impossible.
The drive to the Hotel was surprisingly short, only a few blocks from the restaurant. And checking into the room was easy, the Hotel clerk knew Samantha, since for the last three months she had been there on frequently with guests.
"Room 369, madams. I hope you have a good stay."
Samantha giggled at the reference. On the way up, her tail was twitching, and she could hardly wait. Soon they had reached the door and entered.
The room had a very large and very soft looking bed. There were large windows with curtains already drawn over, and contraceptive pills on both nightstands that stood next to the bed. There was a nice couch, and a reclining chair. Samantha grinned and guided Lindsey over to the chair, and guided her into it.
"Sit down, relax, and let me get to work."
Her tail slipped between her legs and once again went for Lindsey's skirt while with practiced hands she reached up to remove Lindsey's blouse, gently removing it, exposing Lindsey's small A cup and the bra. Samantha giggled and removed the bra, while her tail teased Lindsey's femsex through the thin and now wet fabric of her panties.
Lindsey gasped as the escort's skilled hands went to work, massaging the breasts. She sighed in content and relaxed, the massaging feeling great. Samantha's cyberlink overlay gave her various techniques on how to arouse her, and she went with teasing the nipples, massaging them with her silky and very skilled fingers, causing them to stiffen and Lindsey to squirm. She leaned in and over and gave each of them a lick, her tongue cool and exotic on the now aroused nipples.
"That felt good, didn't it?"
A moan was her response. She stepped around and knelt in front of Lindsey, then started to lick at a nipple, teasing it, playing with it with her hands removed the pants, then the panties, and her tail went to work there. Once the panties were off, Samantha lowered her head to lick at Samantha's femsex, sending in her tongue and teasing the clit. Bringing the human to arousal, and causing juices to literally flow form the human. This continued until Lindsey was at her wits end. Seeing this, Samantha paused, then stepped back.
"I think you will like this next part."
Samantha removed her dress, while Lindsey just blushed, then stared at Samantha's equipment. It was large and blue, and as she watched it seemed to ripple and shift. Samantha giggled as she noticed where Lindsey was staring. It was a typical reaction by females she had found. At the moment, she had it in human setting.
"My member is the result of a fusion of standard genes with aspects of T'ikala and Ilyana genes, which allow me to stretch and manipulate its size and shape. I haven't had the opportunity to experiment with it much, but my programming package granted me the muscle memory for it to obtain a few different shapes and sizes."
The member twitched then lengthened, and grew thicker, with a flat head. "Equine."
It shifted again, becoming narrower, the tip more spear headed, with backward facing spins appearing. "Feline."
The member changed again, the spines retracting and bumps appearing, and the whole member taking on a more cylindrical shape. It definitely reminded Lindsey of a... "Sex toy. I find this one amusing to be honest."
Lindsey blushed, but felt the need for it. She lie back on the reclining chair, and spread her legs. "Come on, I need you. I don't care, but come. I need you."
The stains on the couch and the juices from her femsex gave evidence of her desire, her need for the member. Samantha had gone her job of arousing Lindsey skillfully and the human desperately wanted, no needed, to be filled.
Samantha laughed and her member shifted back to equine. "Then get ready."
She advanced, then climbed onto the chair, straddling Lindsey's spread eagle legs, then thrust herself in, The member sinking in easily, and then pulling it back out, and sinking it back in, causing juice to dribble out as it pulled out. Lindsey moaned in pleasure, then gasped as she felt the member shift again, and felt pleasant scratches, as the member went thinner.
"I went feline. I'm told that against a femsex, my spines are heavenly..."
Lindsey could only moan and buck as the spines gently caressed her love tunnel. It was pure bliss. Samantha continued her thrusting, filling her partner with pleasure then grinned as her member shifted again, more cylindrical with pleasing bumps. Lindsey moaned again, and managed to gasp out, "Sex... toy... right?"
Samantha nodded and kept up a nice steady rhythm before suddenly speeding up, eliciting more moans of pure delight from Lindsey. "Faster, don't stop. Please, don't stop."
Samantha smirked and continued, then hilted herself in a moment, and came, sending her seed into Lindsey, who shuddered and came herself, and felt a super great climax. It had made the others she had felt pale in compassion. This one was a super nova, and the others had been mere candles it seemed like. Samantha lay on Lindsey, both of them spent. Both were panting, exhausted by the climax.
Samantha then grinned at Lindsey, "As good as you feel right now, I've got it ten times better."
Lindsey nodded weakly. It seemed that the life of the escorts and prototypes were not that bad. It seemed so enticing, and exotic. And if this was just a tenth, she couldn't imagine what being an escort like Samantha must be like.
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Lindsey's eyes opened slowly, she remembered the cool sensation of the nanofluid slowly creeping up her body, but now the cool sensation had been replaced by a maddening heat in her loins. She felts pleasure, such wonderful, sweet pleasure, but it wasn't enough to slake her altered lusts. She found herself trying to rub and caress herself, but only finding smooth, slick latex covering her newly enhanced parts and her... new member. "Wh-what's happening?" she whispered.
"This is to sync your body up with the new programming you've had added." Samantha said with a smile, stroking Lindsey's cheek. The new escort wriggled and squirmed, bucking and rubbing against her slick nanosuit covering.
"Y... you lied to me..." she whispered, tears in her eyes as she tried to coax pleasure from her nano-suit imprisoned body.
"Oh, not at all." Samantha purred, lowering herself slowly onto the new model's nanolatex coated member, "It's absolute torture on your own. But once you have somebody to share it with.... you'll never want it to stop."
Lindsey cried out as she felt the pleasure of her new organ shoot through her body. Her eyes widened in delight at the sensation, "Oh... oh my...." she whispered.
"And just think, that's only the beginning." Samantha whispered, leaning in as she had in their first meeting, her lips gently brushing against Lindsey's own before delivering an Afterglow laden kiss.
A kiss that Lindsey hungrily returned, eager for more.