Dimensional Analysis Ch 02

Author's Note: Hi everyone and thank you for the lovely feedback and comments on chapter one of this series! Knowing readers are interested keeps me writing, and I hope to post at least two more chapters in this series. If you have suggestions or fun things you'd like to see, drop a comment and let me know! Thanks again and enjoy!

Summary: Two women work at a sex club called Dimensional Analysis. The club's main draw are portal devices that allow workers to temporarily separate their body parts from each other, and the two women make use of the devices to vaginally and anally service club patrons during their second night together. (Near-future, STD/STI-free world and all characters are over the age of 18 and are consenting.)

More Ch. 2 Tags: group sex, squirting, science fiction, sex work, prostitution, temporary body modification, transformation, rimming, fingering, pussy eating, FF, MF, sex club, exhibitionism, submissive female, portal devices, mentions of BDSM, anal penetration, vaginal penetration, anal play, double penetration, hot fiance, creampie, tribbing

Word Count: 7,007

When Dee finally opened her eyes on Saturday morning, she was greeted both by the bright sunlight filtering through nearby curtains and the pair of boxers she'd worn to bed bunched up and soaked between her thighs. She'd been dreaming about strangers using her holes.

Despite having cum with Vee's head between her legs last night, Dee felt hornier than ever.

As she got up from her friend's lumpy guest bed, she worried about leaving a trail of wetness behind her, but she kept her thighs together and made it to the bathroom to ran herself a nice bath. Sure, she'd had a shower the night before at the club before making her way back to her temporary home, but Dee had nothing on the schedule that day aside from her shift later at Dimensional Analysis. So she decided to relax--and maybe tease her still-throbbing pussy with slick, warm fingers.

After lunch and some television, Dee decided she would feel better to head to the club early, to find Vee, and maybe to explore the playrooms a little more. Even though she was nervous to work her shift, those nerves were altogether different than they had been the day before. No longer was Dee scared that no one would like her, that she'd attract no patrons, that she'd hate the physicality of sex work.

Instead, Dee felt emboldened and sexy. She felt ready to take on the world. Or at least a few more cocks, and in more places than just her mouth.

So she threw on some clothes and made her way downtown by bus, with her earbuds blasting some mood music into her brain as she went. The front door to Dimensional Analysis was locked as it was still early, but Dee entered from the back, where the staff were free to come and go with a swipe of an ID badge and a nod to whichever security guard was posted outside.

Entering this time was an entirely different experience. Dee saw no one skittering about, getting ready for the evening, and no other newbies followed along behind Ms. Tits like so many ducklings. On Saturday afternoon around four o'clock, the place was practically deserted. Dee walked to the changing area and found a spot for her belongings before sitting down to put some makeup on her face. While she wasn't scheduled to begin her shift until later, Dee's hope was that she could blend in with the other staff on the floor at opening, and she could grab either a soda at the bar or find a hidey-hole from which she could spend some time observing. While she knew what to expect with her head through a portal, she wasn't sure how patrons might choose to use torsos, tits, cunts or asses.

While she slathered the minimum amount of foundation on her face and brushed eyeshadow across her lids, more people began to arrive in preparation for the club's opening. A few young men with long, slim limbs and bubbly asses walked straight past Dee and the other mirror stations before choosing lockers and heading for the showers. A few women arrived, too, and smiled politely at Dee before continuing their conversation with each other while starting their own hair and makeup routines.

Dee was finishing herself up with a generous coating of berry-colored lip gloss when she felt a hand caress the back of her dark brown hair. "Hey, sweet thing," Vee said, bending down to kiss Dee on the cheek. "Glad to see you back here. Although you're early."

"I know," Dee said, a little too quickly. "I was hoping to wander around a little before our shift. To get some ideas."

"Smart girl," Vee said, smiling brightly as Dee had seen her do the night before. It didn't seem like much stopped Vee from smiling. "I was hoping for some anal tonight, so I'll be doing some preparation in the showers in a while. Come find me when you're done making your rounds? I'd love to hear some of what you see." The last sentence escaped Vee's lips like a purr, like there was nothing she would find sexier than Dee whispering filthy things in her ear.

Dee barely suppressed the shiver that ran down her spine. "Okay," she said, swallowing thickly. "Can I bring you a drink?"

"Only if you want to be my favorite forever! A shot of tequila would be perfect. No rush. I have plenty to do while you're busy." Vee stood back up from where she'd leaned over Dee's shoulder, and walked over to the lockers before disappearing, like the others before her, into the shower area.

Since she looked presentable enough at that point, Dee swept her hair up into a high, straight ponytail and swapped her comfortable clothes out for the "uniform" that Ms. Tits had bestowed upon her the previous night. Since only her face had been used, the black corset-and-hot-pants combo was still mostly clean. Dee slid her pair of fishnet stockings up her legs, then got dressed as best she could. Thankfully, one of the other women stepped in to help her finish lacing the corset, which fit more snugly with the help.

Looking slutty enough to believably work at Dimensional Analysis, Dee left the backstage area and made her way through the labyrinthine hallways toward the main playroom, where she could undoubtedly find something sweet on which to sip and people to watch. The doors opened at five, which was only a few moments away, so Dee blended in with the hastily moving cocktail waitresses and security who flitted about the club. She slid onto one of the vinyl-topped barstools at the very end of the bar, and gave what felt like a watery smile to the bartender.

"Hi," he said, placing a cardboard coaster in front of her. "Haven't seen you here before."

"I started yesterday," Dee said. "I'm Dee."

"Nice to meet you," he said. "I'm Marcos, but most people call me M. Cam is over there. We'll be working most of tonight." Marcos gestured over to a petite Asian woman at the other end of the bar who was filling an ice bin and running champagne flutes through a dishwasher. "As we get to know you, the bar staff will learn your drink order. What can I get you?"

"Oh," Dee said, a bit flustered. "I'm too young for alcohol. Can I just have a soda?"

"Of course," he said. "Mind if I add a little...flourish? I like to make things special for the staff." He smiled at her, and she could only nod. Marcos was handsome--and possibly queer--but Dee still delighted in anyone who showed her the slightest bit of kindness. With his dark hair, close-cropped beard, and glittery gold eyeshadow at the edge of his lined eyes, no one could blame her for looking.

"Here you go, babe. Let me know if you need anything else."

"Thank you." Dee looked down to see a soda in a tall glass, with a stick of pink rock candy nestled gently against its rim. "This looks amazing! I'll need a drink for Vee, too, but I'll come back for that."

"No problem. We'll make sure to prioritize you if we're busy. Just make sure I can see you. Although I doubt very much that it'd be possible to miss you." Marcos winked, and Dee felt the flush rise up her embarrassed face. She'd never expected she'd be in a situation to flirt at the sex club featuring disembodied parts.

She swallowed and lifted the drink to her mouth before taking a delicate sip. "I'll be back later. And we'll see if you notice me then."

Marcos' bright smile was enough to let Dee know she hadn't completely botched that interaction, and that instead she'd possibly made a new friend at the club. After Vee left, Dee knew she'd need all of the allies she could get.

Dee hopped off her barstool as patrons filtered past the front door's bouncer and entered the main playroom, with many of them heading straight for the bar and some liquid courage. A few, especially the couples and groups, grabbed booths or larger tables that dotted the area. Dee also saw a few people disappear through other doorways--the ones leading to more specialized play areas or themed rooms.

In addition to the patrons, some of the portal devices popped to life, with the heads of men and women emerging onto silver platters. When she looked a little closer, Dee also saw a collection of shelves at the other end of the main room where the silver platters held a wider variety of body parts.

Since she'd been one of the heads the previous night, Dee let her curiosity steer her over to the other wall, intent on investigating the ways in which people's bodies were presented to the patrons, and how said patrons might go about choosing which portal to scan and take with them to...wherever they thought best to use it.

Almost like a carnival game, the portals displayed parts like prizes; one had only to point, or scan, to take away your very own pair of tits, your very own pair of hips or the wet, warm holes between them. Unsurprisingly to Dee, many patrons bypassed the glossy, clean heads in favor of the other novel, exciting parts despite the early hour.

She saw a man scan the portal device belonging to a luscious-looking pair of tits, give the information that popped up a short glance, and then cart the platter away to a booth, where he placed it atop the table and let his friends scan in before beginning what would likely be a long session of teasing for the puffy, chewable nipples.

Dee unconsciously ran her empty hand down her own chest, imagining the exquisite torment of having only her tits played with, of having no say in how they were played with. The person attached to the tits undoubtedly knew--chose--to send only that part through the portal. Dee wondered if this was foreplay for them, or if maybe they could get off solely from tit play. Regardless, Dee added such experiments to her own mental list of activities to try one day.

A pair of women visited the shelf, too, and scanned in before carefully working together to take a platter away. On it was just a supine lower body, from about the belly button down to the very tops of the thighs, where black caps from other portals caused the limbs to end. The pussy and asshole of the lower body glistened in the golden overhead lights, and the women taking it away were gentle in their movements. Following with her eyes, Dee watched as the women brought the platter to a low table directly in front of a plush couch, where other patrons waited. Some brandished toys--dildos, plugs, vibrators--while they waited for the feast to be laid out before them.

Once the women set the platter down, and everyone scanned in to view the staff member's information on the display screen, they descended upon the pussy and ass, stuffing in lube-covered fingers before replacing them with toys or vibrators atop the prominent clit.

If the body's owner wriggled in response to their holes being toyed with, it was almost impossible to tell. With no limbs to clench up or face to wrack with pleasure, the pussy and ass were basically a realistic sex toy for the group to play with, finger, lick, or fuck however they pleased. That, in and of itself, would be enough to get Dee to orgasm, if she chose a similar portal configuration later in the evening.

She wrenched her gaze and her mind away from that tantalizing scene in order to explore the other corners of the main playroom where she hadn't yet been. Dee crossed the black and white tiles, drink still half-full in her hand, and eventually found different shelves bearing telltale silver platters and portal-spawned parts. Some were delicately manicured hands (which didn't seem that popular, at least not this early in the evening), while others bore either single or pairs of feet. The feet were mostly naked, but some wore stockings, socks or high heels. Dee spotted a distinctly masculine pair of feet in some gorgeous silver, sparkly shoes and, almost as soon as she'd noticed them, a patron appeared to cart the platter off for use.

Dee knew that, within the other rooms of the club, patrons could utilized a more traditional gloryhole setting, with lower bodies emerging from the walls at perfect fucking height, or could set up their chosen body parts onto furniture made specifically for holding bits in place. The main playroom seemed popular more for socializing and light play with the body parts; Dee did notice a few people actively fucking into holes when she glanced around, but everything here felt more like an appetizer than a main course.

With a tingling pussy and hardened nipples, Dee decided to end her small tour. She'd seen enough to get a few pictures in her head, and if she really intended to use more than just her mouth that night, she had some preparation to do, too. And a hot blonde waiting for her in the showers.

Even though she hadn't made it to the private or themed rooms, the anticipation of them--of being holes emerging from a wall, of being a set of hips resting atop a soft foam pedestal, and being spread open to reveal her wet and willing pussy--was enough. The

not-knowing

was absolutely half the fun.

Dee only worried about the tequila in her hand getting warm in the steamy showers for a moment before Vee gladly accepted it and threw it back with delight. "I needed that. Thank you, gorgeous. Now," Vee wiped some sweat from her brow as she sat down on a bench in the shower area, "tell me what you have in mind tonight. We have plenty of time to finish prep, and I'd like to know what we're prepping

for

."

Dee told the older woman what she'd seen throughout the club and, haltingly and embarrassed, about how she'd been fantasizing about getting her pussy and ass used all day.

"Perfect!" Vee said. "Then I have a plan for us that will be a little like what we did last night, but I'll need to claim us a private room. It'll take me just a minute to do that through the app on my phone, so do you want to get naked and get your hair up while you wait for me? Then I'll help make sure you get

all

soapy and clean."

It took Vee about five minutes to do what she needed to do before she joined Dee in the showers. When she entered the small stall and pressed Dee up against the red tile wall, Dee had a brief moment to admire the other woman's naturally gorgeous features. Even without her makeup and hair done, Vee was still vivacious, still a goddess with a light tan, crystal blue eyes, and the longest natural eyelashes that Dee had ever seen.

"Don't stare," Vee said with a chuckle before she pressed her plush lips delicately to Dee's own. "I know I said this before, but I'm glad you're here tonight. I like you. You're easy to be around." Vee nipped at Dee's bottom lip, sucking it gently into her own mouth. "And I am so horny. Good thing I get my own personal porno starring a sweet, shy, little thing taking cocks in her holes."

Vee pulled away and tugged at Dee's hand to maneuver her under the warm, gentle shower spray. While Dee soaped herself up mechanically, she watched as Vee grabbed a few things from a plastic caddy including a bottle of lube, a washcloth, and a hefty dildo. "You've taken something inside your ass before, right?"

"Yes, but--nothing quite that long." Dee eyed the flesh-colored fake cock with hesitation.

"Don't worry," Vee said. "We'll take it slow."

Once Dee could suitably take the silicone dildo deep inside herself and remove it with no mess (but with enough moans to draw the attention of anyone else in the showers), Vee decided she was ready, and they toweled each other off while trading sweet kisses and the occasional groping of tits or ass.

"God, this is going to be

so

hot," Vee moaned as Dee sucked lightly on one of her pink nipples. "We need to stop. We're going to be late to our own party. Come on, baby. Let's get to our spot. You don't even need makeup, unless you really want it."

Dee let herself be guided by the hand out of the shower stall, through the changing area and back to the lockers. Vee stashed some of her supplies, threw on a quick layer of makeup since, she explained,

her

head would be visible to their clients and she had a reputation to maintain.

"Like yesterday, I'll be sending my head in through a portal and a few other bits, too." She winked at Dee. "I like using my mouth, but it's mostly a precaution in case you need me to communicate anything to the clients working you over. Make sense?"

"It's not an...inconvenience, is it?"

With a toss of her still-damp hair, Vee swiveled to look at Dee. "Gorgeous, nothing about you is an inconvenience. We're going to have a wildly good time. Internalize it. Manifest it!" She giggled sweetly, and the anxiety that had blossomed within Dee's chest diminished. She could believe Vee. She could trust her. And she made the choice to do so, with the scent of lemon disinfectant palpable in her nose as they once again stepped into the enclosed, private little room backstage at the club.

Vee bustled about, fetching devices and turning on the mood lighting, while Dee settled herself down onto the cushioned platform and absentmindedly rubbed at her pussy. Her asshole felt a little sore from the shower, but she felt empty more than she felt uncomfortable. Her brain knew more than her slutty holes, though, and she reminded herself that the filling up was soon to come.

"Okay," Vee said, perching on the bed. "We'll get you all set up and squared away, and then I'll do myself. Help me get these babies turned on? There are so many today."

Dee reached out to grab one of the seven portal devices that Vee had acquired for them to share. "How many of these are for me?" she asked. "I can't just use one around the waist?"

Vee's expression turned a little devilish. "You

could

," she said, pausing almost as if for effect, "but as the saying goes: 'the more, the merrier'! Here's what I was thinking." Without activating the devices, Vee helped Dee to layer them around her body: one for each leg, and another around the waist. "If you want to get really fancy, you could also do head and arms. There are some clients who go absolutely wild for the 'sex doll' look. There's also the added benefit of making your tits available. But for today, are you thinking just your hips and bits?"

"I--I think so," Dee said, her fingers idly tracing around the shiny black portal device still nestled against the soft skin of her stomach.

"You can always change your mind. Even mid-action. You just let me know."

Vee's own set up was similar but with a portal around her neck. "Don't forget the workflow: check your settings, update activity preferences and boundaries, and set the location to Private 6. It's not my favorite room, but it will do. It's a little bigger than this room we're in now. Maybe we'll fit three or four clients in there with us...Fuck, I really should have gotten here earlier."

Dee scanned her wristband, checked the display and made adjustments as necessary. While she was enthused by the notion of making her entire torso available, Dee decided to stick with the plan to send only her lower half through the portals and, after some convincing, sending her legs through, too. While it didn't seem sexy to her to be able to view her disembodied legs just...laying there with her in the backstage area, she figured she could close her eyes or look somewhere else. Vee swore up and down that keeping legs away from clients resulted in more fun positions and fewer muscle cramps. And Dee had decided to trust her.