M4A Better Than Life (crossposted from DPP)

(I'm afraid this didn't garner much reaction on DPP, but I feel it suits here as well and might suit to find a partner.)

She stands on the street corner, lounging against the old bricks of the crumbling building behind her. The acrid smell of burning electronics hangs in the air and a haze of vapor curls out of her lips. Her eyes are half closed but she doesn’t miss a thing as she watches the street. And no one on the street misses her. The fishnet stockings, the unkempt black hair, the tight cheap pvc crop top and miniskirt, even the garish makeup all tell the world exactly what she is. She’s a whore, pure and simple, available to anyone who asks and can afford her. Cash only, even in this day and age. And given that she’s hanging around the trashed heart of this black city it’s obvious she doesn’t charge much.

In truth the perversion runs more than skin deep. Six months ago she was pure, normal, unmodded. Clean. Okay she had a data jack in the back of her skull, everyone did by now. It was simply how you interfaced with the digital world and worked your way into a network. But there wasn’t anything more than that. Now though: her hair was lasered out and replaced with a moddable bonded wig. She can take on whatever color you like. Her makeup is the same, able to change to any look the johns ask for. Even her breasts, hacked at by a back alley sawbones, change size and shape thanks to implants. And, perhaps most damning of all, her cunt has been modified. Vat grown flesh and enhanced cybernetics keep it wet and available but always tight. It also cuts her off from any but the most basic pleasures. She’s not in this line of work for any thrill. It’s just to afford her next fix.

“BTL Burnouts” was what the news posts called them. Total immersive reality sims were of course old hat by now but they always had limiters in them, to keep people from accidentally wandering into traffic or wasting away in their apartments. But where you have pleasure there are those who take it to far. So eventually someone started modding the simulations, wiring them directly to the pleasure centers of the brain and making them, as they say, Better Than Life. An escape from the real world into something that it could never give you, a perfect reality of your own making with endless delights of every kind. Is it any wonder so many people fell to them? And she was among them. It had started simply enough, it had been a really bad week and a friend swore by the chip. He even gave her the first one free. The moment she slotted the chip into her port the world disappeared and she was back home, in the country. There was meaningful work to be done, friendly faces everywhere, and a wild night with an old boyfriend just waiting for the sunset. It was a simple dream but it made her happier than she could imagine. And while she lay blissed out in her friend’s apartment three men raped her senseless body. She woke up four hours later when the chip self destructed, covered in cum and with no memory of what had been done to her. She figured out some of it though and fled into the night, swearing never to speak to that friend again.

From that moment all she cared about was getting another chip. Sure one could be made that wouldn’t burn out, but where’s the business sense in that? She tried to deny it, tried to stay strong and continue in school, but within a week she was begging for another one from that first friend. In turn he directed her to me. I make the chips, I can make any dream you want come true. I was happy to sell to her. Even cut her price a bit so I could enjoy that body while she was zoned. Soon enough she was coming around regularly. Lost her job, started hooking to pay for the next hit. Found she couldn’t compete with local bitches as she was and agreed to the mods.

So innocent girls, care to play? We can start with that first chip, or when you come looking for a second one. Or really any point along your fall from grace. I might also be persuaded to play with a few clever boys, though by the time I’m done you’ll all look the same anyways.