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Metal was many things, calm, collected, intelligent, ruthless, and efficient, the list of his positive traits could go on forever. He was very much aware of his purpose, his creation, a robotic son made to fulfill the duties and wants of his so-called father. Ivo Robotnik, "Eggman" as the public liked to call him stood proudly on top of his empire of crime. Weapon smuggling, drug deals, assassinations, murder, robberies, gang wars, there were few things you couldn't link back to the growing Eggman Empire.
Of course, Eggman was always unique in that, most of his lackeys and underlings were all robots. An intelligent man surrounded and adored by machinery, while he had plenty of organic beings working under him and some were quite loyal. Dr. Starline was probably the closest he would ever have to a right-hand man in that regard, but there was always a question. What was an empire, especially one held in such high regard, if there was no one to inherit it?
As much as Starline proved loyal and as much as his other robots proved to be efficient, none of them met Robotnik's ever-growing standards. With his old age quickly approaching, he made a new underling, well not even just an underling. An heir. A metallic son that would go one to one day take over his work once he long since passed, his greatest creation yet.
Metal Sonic.
First years of his creation had ran smoothly, frankly, Metal took to the role of underboss quite easily. Though there was no doubt Eggman was in charge, Metal took to not only being able to take orders but proved he was easily able to take the lead. Meetings were easily handled, sniffing out the disloyal was just as easy, physical fights were never a problem if the situation came to that and Metal took to instructing small armies naturally. Dare he say in his short time existing, he was a far more prominent figure than Starline, who was now less "right hand man" and more "lap dog".
Yet, as time went on, things got....boring for the inorganic being.
Earning both the fear and respect of those underneath them was thrilling but it was quickly the status quo. Crime was always business, what would earn them more money, what would earn them more influence, what was a risk and what should be taken over consideration. It was never personal, therefore it was almost never fun or engaging in that sense. Though plenty of rats, snitches and weak links were found then shiftily dealt with there was again, nothing personal about it.
Metal quickly understood why most of those working underneath Eggman were robots, with at best a handful of living organic beings. Not only were machines much less likely to disobey or break away from his control, but if they ever did so it was so easy to get rid of them, toss them aside like a broken toy. The betrayal would not hurt, it was not personal.
He was not the same as a petty thief fighting off anything for some food to survive, a serial killer hunting for the thrill of the kill, a cheap druggie who would do anything to get that next high, there was no personal gain to this outside of it being a job. Work. Business. He wasn't even the main person in charge, he wasn't the head of the organization, and all of this wasn't even being done in his name. It was all for Robotnik.
It didn't upset him. At least, he wouldn't use the term upset to describe his feelings on the matter. It did however bore him, he didn't even think simply killing Eggman to take his empire from him would solve the issue. Though it certainly was something he had considered, but not something he desired enough to properly act on. Especially when, give or take, it would only be a decade or two before Eggman officially kicked the bucket due to old age alone.
Thus, Metal Sonic would simply...search for other things to fill his time. He knew there were many vices to fill his time with, but most did not appeal to him. Anything with drinking, eating or involving drugs was instantly off the table, though his sensors were advanced things he had no need for any form of intoxication and the pleasures of food were also lost on him.
Violence was certainly something he could do. Plenty of his organic underlings seemed to get a kick out of hunting others for sport, but Metal found no appeal to it. Nothing he desired to kill or have dead. Not yet anyway.
Which led him to a somewhat natural conclusion of, lust. Another thing he was aware of existing, another thing he knew many others were indulging in but not quite something that ever intrigued him but finding a lack of interest in anything else....why not?
There were plenty of Gentlemen's clubs as they were so elegantly called in the city, added onto the fact that Metal had plenty of wealth to spend on anything he deemed worth his time. Though he was not the average patron that could waste money on drinks or other such things, but he most certainly could afford entry to the higher end of such locations, on top of the best viewing locations. Settling into it he found a certain...appeal to these types of things. Idly watching women and even the occasional man dance around in lewd clothing, stripping down to less and less in a very sensual way was surprisingly enjoyable.
Whether was programmed to be sexually aroused or feel arousal was a question that came up during his first years of being in operation. While he wasn't sure if it was ever Robotnik's intent, indeed, he could find others sexually attractive. Could he act on said sexual attraction? Not at first, but curiosity allowed him to get a few updates without his creator's knowledge.
That was an awkward "tuneup" session.
Metal watched as a golden-colored cat girl swung around the pole, her breasts almost completely exposed to them all. A playful smirk on her lips as the male audience focused intently on her, finally stopping as she was instructed to move off stage. Seems that someone was willing to pay a high amount of money for a private session with her. Again, the plus of this being one of the higher-end places, it wasn't just a strip club though it could easily be treated as such.
He watched carefully, though he was enjoying the show there wasn't quite anything that made him eager to request a private session with any of them. Though, of course, that could change at any moment, and turns out a moment was all that was needed to change his mind when he spots a pink hedgehog walking on stage.
She was a young thing, couldn't be much older than twenty or so. Her quills were long and tied back into a high ponytail, her body a mix of dainty and well-toned, her outfit similar to most of the various women on display hardly covered anything. Otherwise, unlike the usual red, black, or even some type of animal print that usually adorned these women, the outfit she chose was white, a nice contrast again her pink-colored fur. The bra she wore was tight, perking her breasts up to give the illusion they were bigger than they actually were. Barely covering her nipples and a lacey white bow around her neck, he assumed more for show rather than helping keep her get up together but what did he know? A white thong adored her wide hips, white frilly stockings, and white high heels. Surprisingly very little makeup on her features.
The smile on her face was more...playful, rather than seductive, a teasing type as she twirled around on the pole. Didn't take an expert to figure out she was new at this, though inexperienced as she was it didn't make her performance any less entertaining. He could easily get lost in the way of her hips, the ample bouncing of her breasts, or how her strong legs moved so elegantly.
There was something that felt tight in his throat, a feeling he knew that should be impossible given his inorganic state yet it was there regardless. Carefully his eyes peered at her as she slid down one of her stockings, and a decision was promptly made. He motioned one of the staff forward, "Her. I want her. If someone's already paid then double the price, if they try to outbid me then triple whatever that is. Understood?"
Madame Rose was soon called off the stage.
"Are you sure this is a good idea Rouge?" Amy looked at the card that Rouge had given her, she heard of the club before and though it seemed as high-end as sex work could go, the hedgehog just couldn't shake off the weird vibes this place was giving her.
"Please, I've given a lot of performances there and leave with literally thousands of dollars in my pocket." the older woman assured, an idle sip of her coffee. "It'll get you further than anywhere else, it's safer too. Don't get me wrong I wouldn't trust the customers there as much as I could throw 'em, but the security's good, you always get a cut so you don't get jiffed, the place is clean and of course, they protect you if a 'gentleman' wants you for tonight."
Amy was silent, looking over the card with a conflicted expression.
"You don't have to do it obviously but if you're going to follow through with it, this is the place I recommend."
"And you really think they'd want...me to perform?" it was her insecurities talking more than anything else, she never thought she was lucky but compared to someone like Rouge-
"With an ass like yours?" Came Rouge's usual crude blunt reply, "Most definitely."
She sighed, "Please be serious."
"I am." Rouge placed her cup down, "Honey, you're a bit clumsy and like most girls, this is your first time with a job like this, but it's not like you're stupidly naive. You're not a virgin that doesn't know what a penis is, at least I don't think you're a virgin-"
"I'm not." Amy huffed, more out of memory for her ex rather than anything else.
"Then you'll do just fine. The last thing I want is to have someone's first time be bought, though there are gentlemen that would pay a fortune for that." the bat chuckled, "An audience for everything as some like to say, but regardless I'll put in a good word for you, m'kay?"
Admittedly, Amy wasn't sure how the idea of being a prostitute sat with her, but between college, rent going up, and struggling to get by every day. Well, she needed to make money somehow and Rouge had more experience with the job than she did. Honestly, she was a bit worried that Rouge would try to talk her out of the idea, but instead had been nothing but supportive though didn't sugarcoat all the risks that came with sex work. "You are the best Rouge."
"I know, I know, you can sing my praises later." she waved her hand dismissively, "I'm taking you shopping though, I've seen your lingerie and it's...cute, but you're gonna need something more eye-catching than that. You'll need more revealing clothes in general."
"Wait- you said normally that it's a strip show which the company pays me for, but any extra money comes from the men watching....what if no one wants to rent me out for the night?" Amy's bad habit of overthinking was starting to kick in.
"Wouldn't be the first time it's happened." Rouge assured with a shrug, "But have some faith. You're very attractive. I know at least one fella will be desperate enough to spend the night with you."
And once again, Rouge was right.
Amy was beginning to wonder why she would ever doubt her, to begin with, Rouge had a natural ability to read people and especially read a crowd. If anyone would be right about someone, well, it would be Rouge. Still, to get such a large offer on her first night not even that deep into her act...it was wild. Especially when she found out that it was a pretty hefty amount.
Questions circled around her head, though she'd likely get answers sooner rather than later if she got them at all that is. If she wanted to keep that money, which she really did, then it was time to perform of a lifetime. Perhaps she should have asked Rouge what if she did something stupid during this, though something told her that it didn't matter how much preparation she did she couldn't predict everything. Especially how some men were like in the bedroom.
Keeping herself calm, taking deep breaths, and repeating everything Rouge told her. Confidence is everything.
Allowing for a moment to smooth out her outfit and touch up her hair, thankful she didn't go with any heavy makeup as that would likely require touching up too. She approached the room the two of them had been assigned, stopping as she put her hand on the handle, it was now that the echoes of all the horror stories she heard resurfaced in her mind. Sex workers beaten, and robbed of any payment from awful customers, some even ended up dead and she was starkly reminded that she had no idea who she was dealing with.
This is a good location, Rouge herself confirmed workers are protected and treated well. However, there's no guarantee. Can't predict everything.
Supposedly there was nothing stopping her from leaving, rushing out of the building right now though of course she could stop and grab her second change of clothes. It would piss the owners and the client off no doubt, she most definitely would not get any payment but it was an option. One she considered longer than she should have, but the dread of bills and other future payments loomed over ominously. Finally, she turned the handle and pressed forward. No turning back now.
Walking in she kept her usual smile, though she had no idea what she was doing or even what they wanted her to do, but fake it until you make it. The room they were given was nice, definitely, a place that you would expect to be rented out to rich folk. The lighting was low, but not so much that it was impossible to see and the entire room was spacious. A bed nearby for any possible activities, two pairs of lounge couches, a coffee table in the middle, some cigars and alcohol bottles laid on top of it but none were used.
Wasn't unusual, plenty of guys didn't care for either but the explanation was surprisingly....more on the nose? She didn't know how else to put it, the hedgehog lacked a mouth.
She doubted he really counted as a hedgehog, he was...entirely robotic. Something that made her stare in stunned silence for a good moment, his palms are black, while the backs of his hands are square yellow plates, topped with sharp claws for fingers. His forearms and lower legs are blue metal like his head and torso. Black monitors with a single red dot for eyes, giving him a type of red sclera. His "quills" were four long pointed things, closer to thick spikes with white stripes, he adorned a navy blue suit which she imagined was more for show than anything, and pointed red shoes.
Amy wouldn't call him ugly by any means, but he certainly looked intimidating. Amy actually took pride in how aside from her silent, questioning gaze. Recovering smoothly as her smile never once faltered, instead narrowing her eyes slightly in a hopeful attempt to seem more seductive. She had questions, she had some concerns, and she most certainly felt even more on edge than before if that was even possible, but what was the saying? Fake it until you make it?
"Hi handsome." her voice was sensual as she moved forward, not sure if that opening was too generic or if it was simply too forced. Realizing that she truly didn't know what she was doing, halting at the side of the couch not sure if she should sit beside him or simply stay standing, she decided on the former rather than the latter. "What can I do for you tonight?"
He's silent which is enough to make her instantly overthink every single thing she did. Was standing up making her seem too aloof? Should she have sat down or would that seem too comfortable for his liking? It's hard to gaze at his unchanging expression. Though after a moment of tense silence, he speaks, "Tell me your name."
His voice was unusually dark, gravely, and very inorganic sounding. Much like how you would expect a robot or artificial intelligence to speak, though certainly had more emotion behind it than normal.
Okay...she's heard of this, some of them want to chat and get familiar with who they're speaking to first. "Aurora Rosetta, or just Madame Rose." not her real name, an admittedly hastily decided one she didn't think through that much but it was too late to back out of it now. "You can just call me whatever you like though." a phrase she heard from Rouge, though she seemed to lack the bat's smooth delivery as it came out more awkward than anything.
This was going terribly, wasn't it?
"You may call me Metal." he introduced simply, Amy still not able to get a good read on him. He motioned forward, "I would like for you to continue your dance."
"Dance for you? Like I was doing out on stage?" admittedly she blurted it out, an unspoken question of why he didn't just let her continue while she was up there if that's what he wanted to see.
"Yes. Continue to strip while you do so. Take your time with it, you do have it all night. Feel free to select some music for it, I care not for which just whichever you feel is the most fitting." he placed his phone down on the table for her, "I enjoy seeing what you can do Rose."
Was he always this stiff and formal? This was beginning to feel more like an audition for some up-and-coming big film, rather than an escort entertaining a rich man. She swallowed thickly, nodding, reminding herself over and over to not let her emotions take over. Saying nothing she picked up his phone, a momentary fit of confusion over which song to choose, ultimately deciding to go for a 'safer' option of getting a generic instrumental track. Not slow, but with a steady sensual beat.
After deciding on the choice and letting it play for a moment, she placed the device down looking at her client in front of her. A casual strip dance, not sure why he didn't want a lap dance but she wasn't about to question his sexual taste. Instead simply beginning to move her body, focusing less on him and more on the beat.
A casual sway of the hips, a twirl there, keeping her footwork light and playful. Making sure to have her breasts bounce, her thighs and ass jiggle, an occasional shake, everything she could to keep his attention. His eyes never once left her, staring intently at her as if he was watching some type of theatrical live performance. It was almost strange how much she ended up enjoying it, like, seriously enjoying it. The awkward tension was still there, but it was backward noise as she continued to move her body, idly dropping off bits and pieces of her clothing.
Amy fully came in expecting to have to lie, act and fake everything was about to happen. Spent several hours mentally preparing herself for what was to come, yet she was getting lost in parts of it almost. It not only pleased her but aroused her on some level to prance around and be genuinely admired, not like a sex object but more like a performer doing an act. A certain thrill to it that she wasn't sure was brought about because of Metal himself or maybe she was just more of an exhibitionist than she ever thought.
Her bra was the first thing to go, having to drop to the floor rather uneventfully, feeling her breasts hit against her chest with another bounce. They were by no means big, Rouge definitely had her beat in that regard, but they weren't small either. A perky set of C cups, her pink nipples almost matching the pink color of her fur.
The rest of the clothing was slowly peeled off her frame, she wasn't sure if he would prefer that she throw the clothing at him as some gentlemen preferred during live performances. Instead of either throwing the garments off to the sides of her or just behind her, it almost felt like a cool breeze was hitting every part she exposed of herself. Something she, again, chalked up to nerves. Finally getting down to her stockings and high heels, a momentary pause as she wasn't sure if he wanted her to keep those on or throw them off.
Thankfully being spared of having to ask she was given a clear instruction, "Take them off."
The shoes and stockings quickly joined the rest of her outfit, now being robbed of the added height that her shoes gave her. A strange experience to be so completely exposed in front of someone she barely knew, it gave her flashbacks to her first time with her ex, a memory she instantly attempted to drown out.
"Come closer." she obeyed, though she still didn't know about the rest of him it seemed simply following orders was enough. There was still that feeling of having no idea what she was doing, but she seemed to be doing a good job. "Sit."
Placing her bare, dainty ass on the cold coffee table she looked at him expectantly. Waiting for his next order, what she could do to please him, something that made his insides burn with want but he didn't outwardly show any visible change.
"Spread your legs. Pleasure yourself."
Amy felt her body tense, unknowingly holding her breath as she honestly hoped he would request something akin to that and it thrilled her to no end. An internal lecture going on in her head, telling her she a filthy harlot for having so much fun with this but at the time between knowing she was getting paid and just genuine arousal, how could she not?
Her legs were opened, all of her on display for him. A hand went down to part her folds, a low moan coming from the back of her throat. First rubbing over her clit, a nice jerk of her hips as her digits reach down to her sobbing hole. Her other free hand going to grab at her breasts, playing with her tits was something she never did while masturbating on her own but something she figured would please him, as well as just letting her other hand idly there awkwardly.
Green hues focused on his burning red sensors, gasping as she inserted a few fingers inside her cunt. Her other hand lightly pinched at her nipple as she continued to fuck herself, slow at first, clearly trying to get a good rhythm for it. Though it was becoming more and more natural as she did so. Helped by having an audience, her insides clenching around her hand as her finger curled up, her thumb desperately twirling around her clit. Grunts, moans, shaky breaths, and mewls came out of her.
Harshly she bit down on her lip, leaning back slightly, her other free hand groping at her chest almost desperately. Her eyes didn't leave him, if anything continued to focus on him as he undid the folds of his pants to reveal a metallic-looking penis. One he stroked idly alongside her, something that made her clit throb with an excessive amount of desire. It was still a performance, but why, oh why did it turn her on so much to know he was getting off to her?
Still watching her intently, she felt genuinely appreciated in a way. A moment to pretend she wasn't a whore being bought but at the same time, being viewed like this while she was fingering her needy little pussy was arousing as well as it was humiliating. Perhaps she can get used to this?
"I'm close-" she rasped out, less of a warning and more so wanting genuine permission to finish. Do something, keep it up, yet-
"Stop."
Amy complied, holding back an urge to whimper as she moved her hand away, her body desperately missing the pressure. However, ever the obedient minx, she waits for his next instructions with curious eyes.
How could she be so perfect?
"The only way you get to cum is with my cock inside you." came the direct, blunt instruction, motioning for her to come forward.
Amy stood, rising to her feet slowly, a mental moment of preparation as it occurred to her that it was about to happen. She was about to fuck this man. Everything else they had done hadn't been kid-friendly by any means, but now here comes the actual sex. She was still nervous, hesitant yet that didn't stop her from wanting it any less. It felt like her very core was lit aflame as all she wanted to focus on was how good that cock would feel inside her. How eager she was to have her cunt spread to its limits.
She sauntered over toward him, licking her lips subconsciously sizing up him and his member. He was big....really tall, Amy had always been the shortest among her peers but if he stood up she would probably struggle to even be at eye level with his chest. Then his actual cock himself, while it wasn't dangerously big or anything she thought that she couldn't handle, it was still....big. Most definitely bigger than her ex and most definitely bigger than any toys she practiced with.
Straddling the robotic hedgehog, the two kept their gazes locked with each other honestly Amy wasn't sure if Metal was able of blinking because she had yet to witness him tear his gaze away from her. Those cold robotic hands gripped onto her hips, his claws threatening to tear into her skin, another thing that shouldn't have added to her growing excitement. Positioning herself above the head of his cock, internally begging for him to slam her down on him full force but instead, he held her there. Keeping her firmly in place, unable to properly place herself down on his member.
"Beg." came his curt reply.
Something she had no problem doing.
"Fuck me, please fuck me, I need your cock inside me." her tone was surprisingly genuine, the desire was anything but fake, and she desperately wanted nothing more than to ride him. "Please, Metal, please- ah!"
Her pleas were answered. He forced her down, a gasp at the sudden intrusion. The head of his penis was hard no doubt, yet the phallic creation was warmer than expected, something that shot an overwhelming, borderline numbing wave of pleasure down through her core. A moan as he harshly inched his way into her, throwing her head back, eyes widening as she peered up at the ceiling. Almost feeling as if she was seeing white.
Amy's walls clamped tightly around him, Metal had to admit he had....no experience doing this. However, that was something he stubbornly refused to admit or acknowledge of any kind. His confidence that he could master anything had worked well up until now. So far all the money spent, both on this bodily upgrade and on this entire experience was worth every single cent. Her insides were warm, outright addictive as he pushed his way deeper inside her. Watching in silence and fascination as a bulge formed around her stomach. Her own body has to push itself to its limits to accommodate him.
Something he was taking a strong amount of pride in.
Though she was technically riding him, his hands never let go of her hips. Moving her up and down on him at a controlled pace, silent as he focused solely on how his cock throbbed moving in and out of her. Sensors quickly picked up on her high-pitched, breathy moans. The rise and fall of her chest, the way her breasts moved with her motions, and the frantic way her heartbeat sped up.
He wanted more from her.
Hands gripping tighter, moving her faster, it was becoming incredibly obvious how easy it was to dominate her. She was small enough that grabbing a hold of her like a fleshlight as he pounded into her wasn't even a struggle. Easily she got louder, bordering on full-blown screaming as her expression melted into a more desperate one. She was addicting unlike anything else he had experienced, the greedy side of himself only demanding more in response. Seemingly never knowing the definition of 'enough'.
Metal quickly flipped the two of them over, now on top of the girl and grabbing a hold of her legs to change their positions, to better rail himself inside of her and push even deeper. The pace of his thrusts was almost barbaric, almost at inhuman speed. A scream erupted from the pink hedgehog beneath him, a sensation he wanted to hear over and over and over again-
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh, fuccck! Metal! Ah!" his name came out of her mouth like a chant, a payer that brought great relief from the sound of it alone. Clinging onto the couch desperately, an outright dazed look in her eyes. This was...way better than anything else she had experienced with her ex, any sexual encounter she had really. Even her best vibrators didn't bring her to such heights of sheer pleasure, and right now with a particularly harsh thrust of his hips, her orgasm came crashing down. Erupting her into a scream.
It seldom did anything to make Metal halt in his motions, if anything it worked as motivation as she spasmed around his cock. Amy felt her back being pushed deeper into the couch, her body shaking from the sensations. Tears felt like they were threatening to fall as she was so utterly overwhelmed with the pleasure.
"METAL!" she cried out again, promptly deciding he wanted her to be able to not say anything else tonight. Wanting to overwhelm all senses, make her only think of him and only him. Make her forget the very world around him, quite literally fuck her so hard that she forgot about everything else. She was his for tonight and he was going to make that clear, again and again, and again.
He halted finally as Amy reached her second orgasm, his cock drenched in the other's fluids. Allowing her a moment to breathe he raised one of her well toned legs to rest on his shoulder as he turned her over to her side.
"We have all night Miss. Rose." it was both a warning and a promise, something she didn't turn away from.
"Please- fuck me up."
He slammed out and back into her yet again, earning a loud scream from her. If he had a mouth, it would have been upturned into a smirk. Tonight she was his. And he was going to enjoy every last minute of it.