The club Ami was currently in was a far trashier establishment than the one before. The women looked sluttier and skankier, fake tans, dyed hair, exotic piercings and raunchy tattoos. There were so many ways to be a slut beyond just a bimbo. Some of the women were aggressive, dry humping their targets, others teasing, while more were just straightforward about their intentions. So many different methods, Ami could probably write a paper on sexual behavior at this rate.
“Always the scholar, aren’t you Ami?” She heard behind her. She looked over her shoulder to see a familiar waterfall of black hair, but its owner was far different than she remembered. Why Rei was dressed like a streetwalker baffled her, but she needed to get out of this.
“Have we, like, met somewhere?” Using that cutesy bimbo vernacular and vapid expression would throw the Mars Scout off her trail.
“Who was the man who coined the term ‘mitochondria’?”
“Carl Benda in 1898.” Dammit!
Ami and Rei sequestered themselves in one of the booths on the second floor, away from prying eyes for once. Both their jigs were up, but at least they caught each other in surprisingly similar situations. They confided in each other that they had gone through a sexual awakening, wanting to express their raw libidos and satisfy their pent up urges. They felt relieved at having someone to talk to about it without having
“So, what was your first dick like?” Ami asked Rei who was still trying to wrap her head around the blue-haired bimbo’s plastic enhancements.
“Middling; he had no stamina and just jammed in an out like a moron. That’s what I get for hoping some asshole I met on the train would be up to the task. Yours?”
“In general I sucked off a bouncer to get into a club. The first with my pussy was in a nearby alley. Wished it could have been bareback.”
“Oh yes, there’s nothing like having it fill your pussy and then drip out. I always save that for men who pay well.”
“Sex for money seems beneath you. Aren’t cock and cum their own reward?”
“So says the girl who doesn’t have to worry about money. I might as well get something extra out of it. The problem is I’m hitting a ceiling.”
“How? I doubt any man wouldn’t want you to suck them dry.”
“Not as much as you’d think. Big bucks are a big commitment in time and I want to have more than one dick a night. What I need are enhancements and I believe you have the solution to that.”
Ami couldn’t refuse a friend in need. She told Rei all about the matrix modification she did in order to not only get her implants but enhance her curves. Rei was mesmerized at the detailed analysis just from Ami going from memory. And then there was the perception filter she used in order to make her mother supportive of Ami becoming a slut and enhancing her body.
“Ami, I could kiss you right now.” Rei’s eyes were like stars. “Do you think it would work with me?”
“Well, our transformations are grounded in the same method, so it shouldn’t be hard. I’d need some more precise specifications on what you’d want.”
“Got it, how’s about we meet at your house tomorrow?” She’d do it right now, but her night was only halfway over and now she would have to give her current figure a send off.
“Sounds good. Mom doesn’t know about the mystic elements, but she won’t be suspicious.”
“I can hardly wait.”
The two Sailor Scouts finished their drinks and went back to boy hunting. While it had cut into their fuck-filled night it wasn’t time wasted. Soon Ami wouldn’t be alone in the arcane modifications department and Rei was drooling at what her clients would give her now.
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