After work, I decided to head up Twenty-Third Street for a bite to eat and perhaps some entertainment. There were a number of nice places all very conveniently located between where I worked and the hotel. I decided I'd save a bit of money on the meal and then spend that money on the entertainment. Since I was traveling on business, none of it came out of my pocket, but I wanted to avoid getting too extravagant. Well, for good food at a cheap price, you can't beat the old "Golden Arches," so I crossed the street and walked up to the Suzuki's and stepped inside. I'm not sure about anyone else, but it just seems so strange coming in and ordering a Big Suzi with extra special sauce. Poor old Ray Kroc just has to be squirming in his grave.
I stepped up to the counter and passing on the Big Suzi, I ordered the sashimi salad with a bratwurst on the side and a Halliburton Cola to drink. My total came out to one hundred fifty seven and twenty two cents, so I leaned over, let the retinal scanner do its job and I waited as the cash register printed out a receipt. Carefully folding the small paper, I slipped it in my wallet and waited for a few more minutes. Suddenly, there it was, appearing before me: a steaming bratwurst, a nicely chilled sashimi salad and an always refreshing Halliburton Cola. I picked up the tray and sat down at a table, looking out through the windows at the traffic hovering in the streets.
Eating quickly, I stepped out of Suzuki's just to see the same traffic, the very same hover cars as when I first sat down to eat. Glad I was on foot, I took a few steps down the street and stepped into the holo-brothel adjacent to the restaurant. Compared to the bright shining "Golden Arches" this place was completely dark except for a small, had to be a 40 watt, light bulb hanging over a nondescript door. I knocked and then peeked in the peek hole letting them run a retinal scan on me. Confirming that I wasn't a cop, that my credit was good and I was free of communicable disease, they opened the door for me and a short man said, "Good Evening Mr. Alphonse. Please step inside and you can make your selection."
Moving into their lobby, I was suddenly surrounded by the holograms of about eight beautiful women. Of course the holo thing was a ploy to get by the local prostitution laws. If a customer pays to have sex with a woman, well that's prostitution, but if he pays to have sex with a holo construct, that's masturbation for pay, perfectly legal even if it does sound a bit foolish. The reason I like this place is the special things they allow. The holo constructs are nearly impossible to distinguish from the real thing and well, for a few extra dollars, this place will let you have the real thing all the while acting as if you are paying for a construct. It's a neat little trick, especially for us old schoolers that long for the down home feel of a real woman.
I decided to go for a big girl today and seeing an attractive red head the stood a full three inches taller than me, I reached up and tweaked her holo nipple indicating my selection. All I had to do now was go to the desk, negotiate and then head up to the room. The retinal scanner would engage once I headed that way and the door with the red head behind it would light up for me.
When I moved over to the desk, there was a man in front of me having a bit of a problem in the negotiation. The man behind the desk had actually had to call a holo image over to so the man could explain what he wanted, "Look, I don't know why this is so difficult. I want to fuck her, but I want it to feel like she is giving me a hand job."
The man replied in fractured Englock, "Yez, I stand under your quest re the woman." He then hit a few keys on his keyboard and suddenly the clit on the holo image began to grow, slowly twisting and stretching until it looked like a hand.
"No, no you stupid Ock, I want to put my cock in her pussy and fuck her, but... now this is important, I want it to feel like a hand job."
"Side in pussy?" the little man asked.
"Yes, side in pussy you ornip. Side in pussy."
"Ah, okay," he hit a few keys and the hand slowly slid into her pussy, waving at him as it disappeared between her lips. "Hair, into this scan look, but walk that way."
The man walked into the hall pausing as a red line appeared and ran down his body. He then walked quickly into the hallway, disappearing from view.
The small man then looked at me and said, in perfect Englock, "Can I help you?"
