Dimensional Analysis

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 orally service club patrons during their first night together.

(Near-future, STD/STI-free world and all characters are over the age of 18 and are consenting.)

More Tags:

group sex, pussy licking, cock sucking, sloppy blowjobs, cum swallowing, squirting, science fiction, sex work, prostitution, temporary body modification, transformation, rimming, fingering, FF, MF, oral sex, sex club, exhibitionism, submissive female, portal devices, mentions of BDSM

Dimensional Analysis was always packed on a Friday night, but the crowds didn't usually extend to the dressing rooms or mirror stations. Vee set her overnight bag down in an unoccupied locker and began to shed some of her outerwear, glancing around the dimly lit "backstage" area of the club and seeing more new faces than she'd seen in months.

Sliding onto one of the terribly lumpy, velvet stools in front of a mirror, Vee primped her make-up--freshened her lipstick, added some gloss to make the pucker of her mouth look plump and shiny, and glued on her false eyelashes. The first ones of the night, anyway. As she fanned her face, she noticed Ms. Tits stepping up behind her with a small girl in a too-large black corset in tow.

"Hey sugar," Ms. Tits said before grabbing and caressing a handful of Vee's honey-gold hair. "I know this is your last weekend with us, but--" She glanced over her shoulder at the girl. "We have too many newbies and not enough veterans. Can I put you on babysitting duty with Dee here?"

Vee immediately felt put-upon by this request--she'd

wanted

to relax and enjoy herself to the fullest this weekend, without a care in the world, and without regard to anything but the bone-deep pleasure she knew she would experience--but then she looked a little more closely at Dee. The girl was shorter and slighter than Vee's own average-sized frame, and the hunch of her shoulders betrayed her anxieties about being here, in this club, on this weekend.

Without any more hesitation, Vee stuck her hand out towards the girl. "Hi there. I'm Virginia, but everyone here calls me Vee. It's nice to meet you. I'll take it from here, Tits. Thanks." Dee's eyes finally rose from the floor as Ms. Tits nodded perfunctorily before strutting away, the click of her heels finally dissipating once she entered the carpeted hallway. Vee and Dee were alone--or as alone as they would get while other people bustled about around them in preparations for the night.

"Hi," Dee said, finally. "Thanks for agreeing to take me on."

"It's no problem at all," Vee said, waving her hand. "I hope you'll have a good time with me, and please don't hesitate to ask questions. At any time. Even when servicing a guest. I'll help you out whenever you need."

"Thank you," Dee said again, but this time the weight that had been pressing down on her head, neck and shoulders seemed to lift, and Vee could finally see the pretty (if a bit boyish) young woman suffocated by her own doubts.

"Tell me about yourself while we do some touch-ups," Vee said, smiling widely and turning back to the mirror. "Do you mind if I line your lips a bit more?"

Over the next fifteen minutes, Vee learned about her little protege, including what had brought her there to Dimensional Analysis after only ever having had three partners. And no exposure to public sex.

Dee needed money. She'd run away with her last boyfriend ("Probably the biggest mistake of my life," she scoffed, "but sometimes the dick is too good, you know?") and her family would no longer take her back without proof of full-time employment. Dee had been mostly at fault for burning her bridges when she left, but she thought that she might be able to get things back on track if she just had enough money to get an apartment and some decent clothes before trying once more to contact her parents.

So there she was. In ill-fitting lingerie, looking hungry and nervous. And--if Vee could have given her professional opinion to any onlookers--ready to satiate her need for attention and adoration.

Vee set down a tube of mascara and ran the tip of her pinky finger underneath Dee's lower eyelid. "Well, love, you've come to the right place. Not only will you make money tonight, but you'll experience sensations like never before. If at any time you don't feel good, you should tell me so that we can move onto something else. We exist for pleasure here. Both for the patrons and for ourselves."

Dee, finally looking braver, asked: "If it's so amazing here, then why are you quitting?"

Vee knew that she walked a very delicate and nebulous tightrope with her impending answer, so she thought a short while before answering. "I'll tell you about that in just a minute, I promise. But first I think I need to be honest with you the way that no one was honest with me when I first came to Dimensional Analysis. Obviously I stayed--and worked here happily for years--but part of being an adult is maturity. And truthfulness." Vee paused again, and took a deep breath before continuing.

"There are fairy tales that we girls tell ourselves, or are told by society, about sex workers being 'rescued' or whisked away by a rich man to a better life," she said.

"Like

Pretty Woman

."

"Exactly. But this club isn't so bad as to require rescue. This place is special, which is partially why it's packed full of people all the time. But that still doesn't change the fact that sex work can be hard on a body. And the portal technology is still so new that doctors recommend not using them forever."

Vee paused and saw the other girl stiffen. Clearly the portals were a sensitive subject. "They gave you the usual training about the devices, right?"

Dee swallowed. "Yeah, but--"

"It will only be scary until you do it for the first time," Vee said, reaching out to grab the girl's hand. "And I'll be with you the whole time. I've never had any issues, if that helps at all."

"It does." Dee adjusted her position on the stool and swallowed once more.

"Anyway," Vee smiled again. "I've loved working here and don't want to give you the wrong idea about why I'm leaving." Her smile became softer around the edges and she glanced down to her left hand where a white banded tattoo wound its way around her ring finger. "But I found a partner here. And we're getting married next month."

Dee's expression took a moment to change, but once the information sank in, she grinned. "That's amazing. I'm so happy for you. I take it your partner wants you to quit? To be exclusive?"

"Actually no," Vee giggled. "We'll probably be back here together on the occasion, and he's given me his blessing to keep working if I want to, but--" she paused. "I am going to take a break. And see how I feel."

"You can always come back if you miss it."

"Exactly. But for now, I think the best thing I can do is pass along some of the happiness and pleasure that I've gained from working here. To you." Vee reached out and squeezed Dee's hand. "And I have no doubt that tonight will be one of the best nights of your life."

Dee let herself be led to the docking station, still second-guessing her luck of being assigned Vee as a mentor; the woman was gorgeous and curvaceous, with flawless make-up that pornstars strove for, and the easy grace of someone intrinsically comfortable in her own skin.

Dee was just grateful if she got a look from a handsome passerby.

But Vee held onto her hand, chatting all the way down the hall, and led her into the room that held all of the equipment needed to set up for the evening. Dee had been in here once before--seen the iridescent, black devices glittering as they dangled on pegs in the wall and smelled the lemon-fresh scent of disinfectant--but with Ms. Tits. And Dee's interactions with the woman had been

tense

, to put it mildly. Ms. Tits had probably been right about her ("People come in here all the time, thinking this is their dream job, and then they get one glob of cum on their eyelids and quit. You don't seem like someone who will be here for long"), but Vee had changed everything.

Every doubt that Dee had about whether working at this club was a smart decision, every worry about safety, about pleasure, about who she would

become

if she worked here, if she

enjoyed

it...

All gone. Vee's bubblegum pink and shiny smile had seen to that.

"Okay, let's just grab what we need and then go get settled. I was planning on grabbing a private space for us, if that's good for you..."

Dee nodded her consent, not really paying close attention to what Vee said. Although her nerves had calmed considerably, Dee was about to temporarily split her body into pieces. And that was enough to make her stomach turn over, even without the added novelty of public exposure or sex.

She followed along behind Vee like a duckling, and grabbed a few portal devices from the wall. The soft clicking of Vee's shoes led Dee down a darker hallway that was lined with doors but eventually opened back up into a larger, dimly-lit room where people sprawled out on floors, pleather couches, raised bed platforms, and other pieces of furniture. Most were wearing portal devices on various parts of their bodies--necks, torsos, legs, arms, ankles-- and those who weren't simply were in the process of setting themselves up.

"This room's free," Vee said, her tone hushed in this communal space. She pushed open a black door near the end of the hallway to reveal a much smaller space. Inside was another raised platform made to look like a bed, but the coverings were obviously disposable and the walls were mostly bare.

At least the place didn't smell of lemon Mr. Clean

, Dee thought to herself.

Vee used a button on the wall to turn on some lights; one lamp near the "bed" clicked to life, emitting a pale pink glow while another overhead was a gentle lavender. "We won't see this light for too much longer, but it's nice to be in the mood," Vee said, lifting one leg up to remove her heels. "Feel free to get as undressed as you like. I recommend having access to your pussy, though. Just in case you feel the urge to cum while we're in here."

Dee watched the other woman shimmy out of her delicate lace panty and bra set, and noticed how her perfectly round breasts jiggled once free of their confines. Her pussy, bare except the tuft of downy gold hair on her mound, glistened in the soft light. Dee felt herself get wetter by the second.

Reaching behind herself, Dee attempted to loosen the laces of the leather corset Ms. Tits had tied her into. The thing scratched terribly, and Dee already felt the indents of the metal stays in her ribs and spine.

"Oh let me help with that," Vee said, sounding almost alarmed. "Don't hurt yourself!" She came up behind Dee and deftly untied the corset before gingerly pulling it away from Dee's torso. "I guess you've already figured out that Tits is a bit of a domme. Since she dressed you in her favorite pieces, I have a feeling she'll want to use you. But not tonight," Vee said, voice lowering once again into a whisper as her fingers traced some of the patterns left in Dee's skin. "She never uses the newbies on their first night. And not until you're brave enough to select the BDSM room."

Dee probably should have been grateful for that news but, for some reason, the thought of Ms. Tits using her face to get off sent a flood of wetness straight to Dee's pussy.

"Now," Vee said, giving Dee's left tit a gentle squeeze from where she still stood behind the girl, "let's get you comfortable. My set-up usually takes longer, since I use more than my mouth on normal nights, but this should be relatively quick."

Dee let herself be steered towards the bed, where she laid down with her back propped up against the wall with a lumpy but clean pillow. Vee sat down beside her on the edge, and began fiddling with the barely visible black portal device that Dee would eventually put around her neck. "Let's do this together for the first time," Vee said, setting the device on her lap. "The good news is that, if you ever forget the process, there are little posters all over this area with reminders." She pointed towards a white, laminated paper hanging on the wall near the door. "There's also an emergency button both on the device and by every door. Just in case. So take a deep breath."

Dee hadn't realized she'd been holding in her breath, like some romance novel protagonist. So she exhaled, slowly, through her nose.

Vee clicked the portal device by moving a large button in the side. A small, futuristic green screen popped to life and displayed some information. "Now. Scan your wristband here," Vee said, holding the device in her hands and letting Dee maneuver her wrist into an appropriate distance. The portal device then scanned the barcode printed on Dee's plastic wristband before displaying her profile. "It's always a good idea to make sure that things are correct before heading in." She lifted the device up so that they could both see the display panel.

Dee

Available for: Oral (any gender)

Set Location: Main Playroom

Boundaries: Scat, pissplay, bloodplay, wax, hair-cutting, face bruising

Safe word: Pineapple

"Everything look good?"

"Yes," Dee said, finally, having to wet her lips and swallow in order to not croak out her answer. "That's all fine. Is it easy to change it if I--"

"Want to do more than oral someday? Of course. You can do it here at the club or from the online app. And things get updated immediately. So even between patrons or on a break, you can make any changes you like." Vee set the device back down on her lap, one of the straps poking at her gently rounded abdomen. "When a patron scans in with intent to use you, they'll see that same list. If they don't follow it or if they break one of your boundaries, press your emergency button immediately and a bouncer or manager will come to your location right away--your servicing location, of course--and remove the guest. You'll also be given time to yourself if you need it."

"Has that ever happened to you?" Dee couldn't help the question. She was nervous. Knowing more about what to expect seemed like a good idea.

"No, thankfully," Vee said. "But I've seen some patrons come close to being kicked out a few times. I had a friend with," she paused. "Minimal boundaries. And things got out of hand only once. When she was too deep in subspace to manage herself well. Thankfully one of her friends notified the club and they kept an eye on her."

"Was she--" Dee swallowed--"punished for that?"

"Oh no," Vee giggled. "I mean, maybe she was later if that's what she was after, but the club just put out reminders to us all after that to let the other staff know if we had submissive tendencies. That way they could keep an eye on us better and keep us safe."

Vee turned her own device on, scanned in her barcode, looked over the display, and then turned back to Dee with a pleasant smile on her lovely, doll-like face. "Shall we?"

The device clamped around a club worker's neck or other limbs not unlike a collar, but there were gaps between the slick, black material and the person's skin. It was heavier than Dee expected, but within seconds it felt normal. Natural.

Any moment, the girls would click their devices on and begin the process of creating portals through which their body parts would be transported to other parts of the club. The rest of their limbs or bodies would stay put, safe and sound in the tiny closet-like room, away from prying eyes or customers. Dee liked knowing that she wouldn't have to shoo any customers away from parts of herself she wasn't yet ready to share.

Vee clamped her own device on after laying next to Dee on the bed. "When you do this by yourself someday, just remember to do your head device last. For obvious reasons," she laughed. "I only had to make that mistake once. And with a dick in my mouth, too." Dee focused on the wall ahead of her, taking slow and steady breaths in through her nose and letting them out through her mouth, the hot breath ghosting over her sticky, bright red lips.

"Also," Vee held a hand out in Dee's direction, "you likely won't want this after tonight, but ear pieces are another safety measure for those of us who are new. You can talk to me through it at any time. We'll also hear each other while servicing, which," she giggled again, "I hope you'll find as arousing as I do."

Dee lifted the delicate peach-colored plastic to her ear and settled it in like she would her earbuds while exercising. "Is it working?" She asked, looking over at Vee.

"Sure is! Let's do this! Are you ready?"

"I think so," Dee whispered. "If I change my mind--?"

"Just let me know and we'll take a break immediately. But try to relax and enjoy yourself."

Dee nodded once, tersely, before settling herself against the wall and against her pillow. She'd left her panties on, but the small AC unit in the corner burst to life and raised the skin of her bare tits and arms into goose pimples while she waited for Vee to get herself situated.

Eventually, Vee pressed the green button on the side of Dee's device, and a buzzing sound filled their space. Dee squeezed both her eyes shut and Vee's fingers in her own hand before the device hummed happily at its portal creation frequency, and the boundary between the women's necks and shoulders faded into folded space.

When Dee finally opened her eyes, she was momentarily struck by the stark lighting contrast and the sounds of gentle laughter and music. Vee had made their little closet pretty and dim, but the new room in which Dee found her disembodied head was illuminated like New Year's Eve.

Yellow light glinted off of bejeweled rings and champagne flutes, and the sequined dresses of passing cocktail waitresses glimmered just on the fringe of Dee's vision. She could see other women and nicely-groomed men milling about the bar and booths, and Dee oriented herself by recalling her tour of the main playroom; the door to other areas of the club dotted the walls like a fun house. People trickled in and out of those other rooms, sometimes entering with laughter and a partner, and other times leaving one area with flushed faces and adjusted clothing to make their way somewhere else.

It brought Dee some comfort to see that everyone visible--and hopefully the others that she

couldn't

see, too--seemed satiated as they ambled about the club. But she attempted to turn her head and follow some passing voices only to meet the limits of her portal device around her neck.

"Vee?" She asked shrilly, suddenly feeling panicked by the lack of movement of her head, by the paradox of being able to

feel

her body in its faraway room but not

see

it.

"Right next to you, baby," Vee's voice came over the earpiece. "Take a breath. Your head looks so pretty on that floating silver platter, though."

Dee couldn't look down, but she could make out Vee's head, golden curls falling in ringlets onto her own silver plate, just to her right. Dee also saw a tall, thin waitress walk by, dip down, and press a kiss to the top of Vee's head. "Good luck, hot stuff. Happy last weekend!"

"Thanks El. Make that tip money, girl!"

"You know I will! We're busier tonight than we have been in months!"

The waitress' heels clacked against the contrasting black-and-white tile of the playroom, and Dee was suddenly aware of other people's feet, shuffling by before choosing heads--mouths--for the moment. A few people passed them by, looking down at the wooden shelf where Dee and Vee's heads floated atop their plates.