Waking up this morning felt like a sin. The bed and sheets were soft and warm, Desiree was still tangled up with me, but so was Bubie and Penny, a wonderful change that did surprise me at first, but I also understood. I was the new boss and they were my dorm mates. We had lived with each other, survived with each other for years, so it was only natural for attraction to form.

  I forced myself to believe that as the other option was far more depressing, but more likely. Now that my thighs were thicker, they were desperate to cling to it just in case this whole situation was a cruel joke.

  I had hoped that seeing that fucker fly off the building yesterday would have been enough to persuade them, that we were sleeping in the owner's penthouse with nary a guard or alarm would have reassured them. That the orgy we had would have been enough to strengthen the bond we shared. But even I didn't believe it fully.

  The new owner, Cody Optic, didn't have any socials other than the a gamer tag, NetWizard, and all that showed was he had admin access to Samurai Rush Beta, which I was still not convinced was real. Penny did more to reassure me that he was connected to an actual Samurai last night since she had seen him come in with four others a few weeks ago. I pulled up the reservation logs and saw the Optics party of five in the Niagara suite. Checking the lobby footage of them, I did see Mr.Optics and the guy in military fatigues with some huge floating dice behind him. I checked The Family registry for official Samurai, and saw that his pic did indeed match the Samurai known as War Games.

  I would still hold some doubt until I saw him in person, but I felt alright for now.

  I felt Penny shift to my left, which caused a cascade of motion from the others as we all woke up. It was five thirty, time to get up, yet I felt hopeful about today. After all, we got to use actual bathrooms!

  Entering the kitchen afterward, I was shocked by the faceless mannequin in the hotel’s uniform making food. The table was filled with fruit, pancakes, bacon and sausage, muffins, and so much more. While Desiree and Penny clung to me, Bubie simply walked forward and sat at the table, picking up a muffin to eat.

  The mannequin turned towards us and a holo-face appeared, smiling. “Good morning, Ms.Harmony, Ms.Desiree, Ms.Penny, Ms.Bubie.” Its voice was feminine, yet not seductively so. It reminded me of Miss Haywood in eight eleven, country charm and comfort. She would always tip well and offer snacks to whoever was sent to do housekeeping. I made sure to rotate the new girls to her, especially after a bad day.

  “You may refer to me as Adie, if you would like. I have been designated as your assistant, Ms.Harmony, in order for you to better manage the hotel, as well as take better care of yourself.” She continued. An assistant, huh? Sure, I could accept that and whatever Spyware orders it had if she made food like this daily. Saints, this was the best breakfast I had ever had.

  Adie giggled as we wolfed down the spread in front of us. “Well now, it's always good to see appreciation for a good meal. Now, that said, I'm not sure if it's a local thing, but most girls I know tend to wear clothes outside their bedrooms. I know Babushka sent over a plethora of clothing for everyone, unless you feel more comfortable in the buff?”

  Ah, right. Clothes. “I had just gotten so used to not having them, I forgot something other than the uniform existed.” Desiree answered.

  Adie didn't like that answer as her face emotes obvious sadness. “Well that's no good. Come, let's get you girls dressed in something comfortable. None of you have anything urgent to do until the renovations are finished, anyways, so you should have some fun!”

  Bubie chuckled at that, her voice as deep as her shoulders were wide. As the girl in charge of heavy maintenance , her frame always served her well for heavily lifting and commanding respect, yet I did want to see her in something other than overalls.

  The next two hours was spent trying on outfits which were so sinfully soft and comfortable, the act of putting the clothes on and taking them off was both pleasurable and torturous. More than a few tears were shed as our new lives were finally sinking in.

  I decided to go with something I had always wanted to wear, a black pencil skirt and blazer with glasses and short heels. The fabric clung to my frame, highlighting my curves, yet was loose in just the right spots to allow comfortable movement. Adie did my hair in a bun for me as I have no idea how to do that myself.

  Looking in the mirror, I was reminded of the first person I saw wear this outfit, a secretary at my dad's old company. She was sexy, yet dominated the room with her confidence, preventing anyone from looking down on her and commanding their respect. She was the one who helped me discover why I was so angry all the time, and became my role model and first crush. I wonder how she is doing.

  Desiree chose to wear something that hid her curves, flowing maroon slacks and a large, billowing white blouse with black flats, her curly dark hair was left alone even though Adie offered to help take care of it. Penny looked like a book mouse, full on tan turtleneck sweater and thick green skirt. It fit her too well, though it did nothing to hide her ample bust. Management denied her requests for breast reduction surgeries six times, saying they brought in more tips and positive reviews. Shame we could only throw them off a building once.

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  Bubie and her ability to never feel shame decided to wear a tight black crop top and short gym black shorts, showing off all her glistening dark muscles. Saints, we were all staring and she just smirked?!

  Before we could jump her, Adie clapped her hands. “You all look marvelous and so much happier now. Would you mind if we go over a few options for redecorating this awful penthouse? While the golds could have been tasteful at one point, the faux animal prints everywhere actually hurt my sensors with how tacky they are.”

  We giggled at that. This place might be comfortable, but it was fucking ugly.

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  Entering my new office, I sat down on an actual leather chair without some pig fucker between me and it, behind a wooden desk that I would not be expected to spread myself over. Well, unless I wanted to, but that could happen later.

  I pulled up the management access systems that Mr.Optic said he installed, claiming that the old stuff was shit and full of holes, not to mention unoptimized and unorganized. I remember seeing it once and could only agree. Six screens projected above the desk, three of them connected to the overhauled security systems and cameras, two contained operational data and maintenance sensors, with the final being a normal desktop.

  The renovations for the staff dorms were finished last night, not even twenty four hours after they started which lent even more weight to the fact that we had a Samurai backing us. Checking the cams, I was amazed at what I saw. Each dorm room would still hold four girls, but instead of those twin sized scraps of metal in the shape of bunk beds, there were four queen sized beds, four closets, and four small desks on plush carpet, with walls of soft blues and window screens, and each room held four full bathrooms somehow! Then my camera feed cut off as a message replaced it. “Occupied. Camera access will return once the room is empty or an emergency is detected.”

  “Oh fuck yeah.” I whispered. Proper privacy protections. Shaking my head, I descend into my new work, checking the budget, inventory, and current clients with future events. I know Mr.Optics made it abundantly clear that he didn't care if this place made a profit, as he would guarantee our pay and the functions of the hotel no matter what, but it still felt like I should make sure we stayed in the black.

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  Stepping into my penthouse, I marveled at how fast these nanobots were able to fix things up. Warm beige walls and soft tones of greens on the furniture and a very plush carpet, with huge windows that showed the Arizona sunset. I sighed, as this felt like home.

  Tossing my shoes and walking to the dining room, I saw the new team leads I appointed for each shift, all promoted from the girls who know their areas well and had a good reputation among us. “Good Evening, everyone. Thank you for taking the time to be here today. I wanted to hear how all of your first day went and see what needs to be improved, or what problems you foresee.”

  Janice, the new, butch maintenance director spoke up first. “The only thing I have to complain about is how damn clean everything is, now.” She says with a smirk. “No grime, no shit, no mold? All the pipes and cracks have been fixed up nicely. Gives my girls some time to actually read the maintenance manuals the new owner provided and tinker with the training stations. Fuck, if the boss wasn't a kid, I know for a fact half my force would jump him. The other half wanted to adopt him, and that was harder to shoot down.”

  A round of laughter rings through the room and I feel a shiver of lightning run through me. True laughter, not strained by despair, not quieted to avoid attention, but full, real laughter. I smile as I force the tears to still themselves. There would be time for that later.

  “Have you seen how happy the girls are with the new client code of conduct?” Denice, head of floor Twelve, asked. She was a demure woman, five foot nothing with a slim build and blond hair. Management had refused to approve her breast enhancement surgery, claiming she brought in enough tips as it was. Murmurs and sighs of contentment filled the air. “Actual consequences for shitty customers! We can tell rude fucks to actually fuck off! Still can't punch them, but still! Goddess, seeing The Grinch get evicted by security was the most cathartic experience ever. I could die happy.”

  I chuckled softly. “I saved the footage of that event. I'll make sure to send it to everyone tomorrow after editing it to be one uninterrupted shot.”

  Cheers erupted before Daliah raised her hand. Daliah the Vixen was notorious among the hotel staff as the girl with the highest libido without the aid of Shiver, something she used to rake in the tips and keep management wrapped around her finger. It helped that she was a solid ten out of ten in looks and knew how to use them. From her C-cups that pushed the fabric of her uniform just right to her hips that swayed with every step to her thighs that spilled over her stockings just the right amount to be sexy and not fat, she was the definition of sex walking.

  “I would like to request a clause to allow for consenting clients and staff to be able to exchange sex for credits.” She said, causing a shift in the room.

  “You want us to be joytoys?” Denise asked, her voice ringed with venom.

  “No?” she answered, raising a perfect eyebrow. “At least, not everyone. As I said, just the consenting ones. We have a Samurai backing us, so that means we have the power in this dynamic, not the clients." I could see a few girls contemplate the idea, while others nodded outright. Seeing the reaction, Daliah smiled a bit wider and continued. "The first through sixth floors are already basically whorehouses already. I say we market those floors to be more open about that, and having the girls that have a need or the desire to make some extra credits, or to simply relieve their lust could volunteer their time. We have those mannequin bots who can help cover shifts, so it's not like we will be missing any bodies there. Plus, I'm sure we could convince other toys to move here where it's safer.”

  “That would mean we would need a standing force to fight off the gangs we would be poaching from.” Janice said.

  Daliah simply tilted her head and gave a lazy smile. “I'm sure we have plenty of girls who desire to express their frustrations by shooting some scum. Or, we could ask for more bots.” She leans forward and I see a look in her eyes that reminds me of my role model. “You are all thinking too small, too mundane. We have a Samurai who is willing to help us with the only caveat being that we run the hotel well. We have the opportunity to make a dent in the fucked up sex trade and empower ourselves in the process, so what shouldn't we?” I could see the idea take hold in everyone, fuck, I could feel it in me.

  I sigh, resigned to this idea. “Fine, I will bring it up with Mr.Optic tomorrow. We will need to renovate a few spaces as medical rooms anyways, might as well ask for a gun range.”