Waking up for the third day in a pile of naked women, I finally accepted that this was my new reality. All eighteen floor heads arrived last night with four girls from maintenance, and three from housekeeping. Thirty women all fucking their feeling out lasted a not-so-surprising amount of time, as I know I fell asleep around one in the morning. And we started at nine at night.

  Fuck, I was sore and my legs refused to work properly right now. So did my arms, now that I tried to move them. Opening my eyes, I saw the problem. Desiree was on my right with my tit in her mouth, Janice on my left, and Daliah was cuddling Penny on my legs, fingers lingering near their crotches. I sigh as I feel some stirring of movements somewhere on this floor, bed, thing, and all I can think of is that I am glad I put in the order to expand the restroom and showers during dinner. I also hoped the nanobots could do a thorough job cleaning the room, as the smell that lingered after last night was both distracting and intoxicating.

  After ten confusing, sensitive, and very intimate minutes, everyone is up and showering as Adie has decided to make a full English breakfast for us all. As I sit at the table and relish the beans on toast and the sports drink accompaniment, I giggle as, yes, everyone refuses to dress before they eat. I am also glad I changed the furniture to be more comfortable to exist on while naked.

  Thankfully, the dressing portion of the morning was very quick. Unfortunately, getting to it was not very fast. Who would have thought that having this many gay and bi women in one room, completely naked and full of trust for each other, after a night of intense emotional and physical release and acceptance of our new life, none of us would be able to do anything rational. Not that I minded, of course. Just meant another round of showers.

  I would have to see if our sponsor Samurai could offer us some basic body enhancements I hear other Samurai have, or at least some stims to maintain energy levels throughout the day. If last night was going to be a more regular thing, I would need it, and I'm sure the others would appreciate it. Maybe an incentive for new girls?

  As I shuffle to my office, I get a notification that Babushka is arriving soon. I changed direction to meet her in the lobby, as she deserves respect as both my boss's grandmother and an elder in general.

  Entering the lobby, I stand in front of the desk as two mannequins in security armor flank me. There were four such bots on the premises, with the other two manning our ground level entrance. Though, I suppose that after today, they would be moved up here, if things went according to plan.

  My thoughts are interrupted as the front door slides open and the slightly hunched form of Babushka walks in, followed by four more mannequin bots. I am surprised by her dress, however. Instead of the knitted grandmother gear I saw her in yesterday, now she was wearing a street punk shirt and spiked leather jacket with black leather pants.

  I school my expression, falling back on years of training to separate my inner thoughts and my outer reactions. “Good morning, Babushka. You look radiant today.”

  She snorts as she smiles at me. Shaking her head slightly, she says. “You truly are a professional, girl. Good. Will Daliah be joining us, or is she occupied?”

  I resist the urge to roll my eyes as I smile. “She is indeed occupied with a meeting right now. She is trying to recruit some girls to be the seed of our new force.” I choose my words with care, as there are still a number of our normal clientele milling about the lobby, with two journo-fucks recording everything. I wish I could remove them, but Penny convinced me to let them be. They were acting as free advertising, after all

  Babushka nods. “Now, take us to the sixth floor so we can begin renovations and have a nice chat.”

  I nod as I lead her to the elevators. Once inside, I gasp slightly as her outfit shifts to her knitted sweater and heavy scarf look. She chuckles. “Ah. Got you there.”

  I exhale a small laugh. “That you did, Babushka. I did not realize nanobots could also be clothes in addition to builders.”

  Babushka nods. “I suppose that is true. Nanites are rather rare in the wider world. Such a pain for you humans to make them, after all. Not to mention programming them...” The elevator opens to the sixth floor, cutting her off from her ramblings.

  Stepping inside, the four mannequin bots dissolve into clouds of dust and scattered, causing me to yelp in surprise.

  “Ah, sorry Harmony.” Babushka says, patting my back. “I forget that I am not home, so that would be shocking to normal people. They are also composed of nanites and are currently mapping out the floor to allow me to decide on how best to design the space. This is normally Morrigan’s territory, yet I stubbornly demanded to be the one to do it.”

  Stepping out of the elevator, we move to a small lounge area in the corner of the floor. It only contains two plastic chairs and a small table, yet I know the deeds these things have seen. Babushka squints at the furniture, then waves her hand as a cloud of black dust flows from her sleeve, transforming the shitty plastic decor into more comfortable office chairs and a proper coffee table.

  She nods in satisfaction, and as we sit a hologram of the bottom six floors appears above the table. “So, I see we have plenty of space to work with. What was the basic idea Daliah and you came up with in the utilization of these floors.”

  I know she asked a question, yet with her accent and tone it came out as a statement. I have had plenty of experience dealing with high powered types, those who believe the world revolves around them, and while they talk like this, the way Babhuska looked at me made me dismiss the comparison outright. She was simple stating a fact, bypassing the usual wordplay entirely.

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  “We believed that the best use of space was to have the armory and gun range be on the first floor, as that would be where a majority of our forces would be stationed normally, and would act as our security station as well.” I drew a few sloppy lines on the holo map, doing my best to approximate the areas. “We also wanted to have medic stations on each floor, at least two per floor. We can either hire medical professionals or train up our own. I know of two girls here that wanted to be nurses before they got snared by the old management, so we have some people with medical knowledge already. The only thing we were unsure about were the fabricators and how big they would be. Since one will be used to make the equipment for out force while the other medical equipment, Daliah believes it would be best to have the first in the armory, overseen by a mannequin Bot, while the other should be in a central medical station on the third or fourth floor.”

  Babhuska nods slowly as the map shifts. The first floor has a singular entrance and simple lobby, with eight semi-private booths and a bar, which was a nice feature. There were two stairs that led to the second floor, with the elevators shifted to only access floors two through six, and an employee entrance elevator and starts that connected the sixth floor to the rest of the Hotel, as well as the first floor to the top entrance floor.

  Behind the front desk were a few heavily reinforced doors with a large firing range behind it and the armory to the far right. On the left was a staircase that led to subbasement one, which we definitely didn't have, as the maintenance floor was on floor ten.

  “Excuse me, Babushka,” I say softly, “but do we have permission to use the space below the hotel? It was my understanding that the only thing below us was sewage lines and the trash chute.”

  She waves her hand at me, clicking her tongue. “I bought the rights to it and added it to the deed, no worries. I extended said ownership down to the undercity, just in case.”

  Shock fills my eyes as my mask almost slips. When the fuck did she do that? How much money did she throw at that problem on a whim? I check my email and see Adie just sent me the documents informing me of the merger thirty seconds ago. Babushka must be heavily auged to be able to work that fast. I smile and nod. “Very well. I see the transfer documents here, so everything seems to be in order.”

  She narrows her eyes at me. “Girl, cut the act. There are no duraks here. You are cuter when you are yourself.”

  I panic internally, feeling my mind spiral for a moment before I take a breath and release it, deciding to trust her just a bit. She is the grandmother of my boss, and he is allowing us to do this. Plus, he threw those pig fucks off the building while we all cheered, so his family mist be just as chill.

  “Fine. You deserve at least this amount of trust.” I say.

  Her smile widens as she pats my shoulder. “Better. Your smile looks much better when it reaches your eyes.” She sighs suddenly. “Such a shame you are too gay. Do you know how hard it is to not be able to act like the meddling grandmother and set them up with beauties, eh? And i have no idea what way Jill swings, if she swings at all...Well, no matter. Back to this.”

  I do actually roll my eyes at her, eliciting a cackle. Too many of my previous clients have tried to set me or any number of the girls with their kids or grandchildren, and some of them were rich enough to pull it off. I kept up with those girls who got away, and only a quarter of them were still active on socials. Maybe we could investigate that soon.

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  The planning session took two hours, by which time we had enough rooms to house three hundred joytoys, which was about ten times the average that most brothels held, not to mention barracks to house another three hundred gang members. I was shocked by that, but not as shocked as when Babushka casually dropped that the rooms were spatially expanded to make them fit in the square footage available. That did explain the staff dorms, however. And my new showers.

  The renovations would be finished by tomorrow, which also meant that training for the girls would begin tomorrow. Babushka would leave the four mannequin bots to act as instructors and medics, with the understanding that they were to be replaced once we acquired people that could do their jobs instead.

  I also inquired about possible body mods, which led her to promise that while it would be possible, it would require a machine that Saint War Games did not have currently. She would ask him about it once he became available.

  After lunch, just before she left, Babushka sent me a message indicating she left a surprise for me in the penthouse, and that I should check it out before bed.

  Making it to my office, finally, I checked the reports that Adie thought were of interest to me. No evictions, thankfully, though we did have a few clients who were testing our new policies and how lenient we were. The answer was not very for these twat waffles, and very for our regulars who were nice.

  I saw Daliah's report on recruitment and was shocked at how many volunteered to be a gang. Of the two hundred and twenty six employees, eighty three volunteered to work for… Customer Service? That's what Daliah named our gang? I got a kick out of it, and apparently so did many of the others if the memes were to be believed.

  I sent an order to the fabricator to print eighty three sets of gear Babushka recommended, which would begin printing at around three in the morning. She did mention that we would need to source material resources for future prints, but she did state that literally anything could be used, from sand to trash to duraks. While I chuckled at the thought of turning goat fuckers into bullets and shooting other goat fuckers with them, acting on it was a bit too morbid for my taste.

  Work ended all too soon as I finished the pay structure for the gang, as well as the theoretical Samurai based incentives Babushka and I discussed, ranging from general bodily enhancements to cybernetics.

  Exiting the elevator and quickly undressing, chuckling at the fact that we were apparently a nudist compound, I check the guest list and see that only seven girls will be staying the night. Well, seven girls other than Desiree, Bubie, Penny, and Daliah, that is. Those four lived here with me, apparently. Again, not that I minded.

  Dinner was set to be curry, which was amazing, as I was growing to expect. Such a shame that Adie was a Bot and couldn't feel physical pleasure, otherwise I'm sure anyone who had her cooking would shower her in love.

  As I enter my bedroom with the others, I see two new things. The first is that the room is bigger and filled with more pillows and blankets, while the second is a new panel on the wall. Curious, we approach and see that it is tied to a fabricator. Then we see what blueprints are loaded into it.

  At the top are a few different sexual stims, like Shiver but with considerably less addictive properties, as well as a number of different boozes. Pinned to the top is something called a Cleanse, which was described as a one stop shop negative substance remover, able to get anyone sober and clean in moments. No withdrawals, no addiction. Next was a clothing fabricator, with the ability to design and print pretty much any cloth we could design, and it was loaded with hundreds of outfits already.

  Finally, there was an entire catalog of sex toys. So, so many sex toys.

  I had a feeling tomorrow night would be packed once knowledge of this thing spread. I really hoped Saint War Games became available soon, cause I really needed those body upgrades soon.