As soon as they entered the penthouse door, Rusty bounded for the leather couch and pawed the over-sized remote. The television came on and he plopped down like Rusty owned the placed. His keen chocolate eyes fixed on the 84-inch plasma screen, and the Pedigree Dog Pageant still airing. A little French poodle with a poofy tail pranced down the dog walk next to her handler.

Oh, god no. Max had no intention of watching a Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show. He figured there was a channel for watching Competition matches. He sank wearily onto the couch next to the golden retriever and reached for the remote. Rusty's forepaw caught the plastic device and his head swiveled in Max's direction, and gave him a 'don't even try it,' stare. Their eyes remained locked, and the dog's expression proved it was smarter than a simple scripted creature. The dog had to be an AI like Violet and Friday.

"Let me change the channel at least, and I'll find something in the fridge for you," Max said, and Rusty returned his gaze to television, unimpressed by the offer. Next up was a female chocolate lab, and Rusty whuffed in appreciation. Its tail happily wagged back and forth as she trotted down the dog walk. When Lab turned to trot back, Rusty gave her retreating ass a throaty hoof.

"We seriously have to watch this?" Max asked, throwing his hands up. Rusty made no reply, but his tail began to wag excitedly as a Golden Retriever with silky fur and innocent brown eyes trotted out next. This sham was little better than a swimsuit competition for canines.

I should have stayed at the bar, Max thought darkly. He glanced at the clock and saw it barely past three. The girls wouldn't get off shift until six, and there was no telling how long dinner would take. Crossing his arms, Max sat back against the leather couch. Thankfully, it wasn't as bad as he'd feared, and the dog show ended soon after the final stage walk. The next program was an old cop drama that followed a Sergent and his canine partner.

"Violet said you've been with them since January, so you must have seen quite a few Meister's come and go?" Max asked, and Rusty looked at him.

"I wonder if she's always been so cynical?" He mused before Rusty returned his attention to the show and Max sighed.

Why am I looking for advice from a dog? He thought and forced himself back to Canine Cop. Time slowly passed and one episode turned into two, then three. Before long, the sky grew orange from the setting sun.

Rusty heard the penthouse door unlock first. He rose on all fours and turned as it flew open. A tangle of grasping arms and supple legs stumbled inside. One of them managed to push the door closed before they were kissing again. Rusty pushed the patio door open and made a wise tactical retreat. Max watched with interest as the pair staggered toward the living room like a four-legged mutant. They bumped into the couch. Their lips unlocked, and Friday turned in his direction. She extended a hand toward Max, fingers reaching. Purple lips sucked at Friday's neck as fingers wrapped around her wrist.

"You agreed to let me tied you up if I said yes," Violet purred, before bitting at the other woman's jugular.

"Yes," Friday breathed, and they continue their drunken dance towards the bedroom. Violet nudged her through the doorway, and both disappeared inside.

Less than a minute later, Violet returned. The mid-length leather jacket was gone revealing a slinky black tube top and matching miniskirt. Her silver eyes glowed as she gestured for Max to join them. He needed no further invitation and jogged over. She put a hand against his chest, preventing him from entering. Her painted fingernails scratched across his neck and down his shirt. Over her shoulder, Max could see Friday standing next to the bed with her hands bound above her. The handcuffs were attached to a hook in the ceiling. The only clothing she wore on was a pair of white lace panties. Her eyes glowed as well as she hungrily stared at them over her shoulder. Her breasts were as beautiful as he'd imagined, with dark brown nipples. He smiled, liking how things were turning out and the hours of watching dog shows already forgotten.

"Take off your clothes and lay on the bed," Violet ordered, drawing his attention back to her. He quickly bent to untie his shoes and kicked them off. Violet waited until his belt unhooked before pushing him lightly into the bedroom. Max stumbled, hopping on one foot until he fell onto a colossal bed the size of four king-sized mattresses. Ten people could comfortably sleep together if they didn't mind getting friendly.

Both women watched him as he pulled his pants off, then his shirt, socks, and at last, his boxers. His erection popped free, and Friday gasped. Max knew his cock was big, possibly a side effect of his strength score, but even he was impressed. It had been too dark in Calamity's apartment to appreciate his enormous size. Friday continued to stare at Max, while Violet pulled open the nightstand drawer and withdrew another set of handcuffs. Her skin was hot, and he ran his hands over her back and ass. Violet pushed him across the mattress, then tugged his wrists over his head, and handcuffed Max to the headboard. His cock twitched as she smiled down at him.

"What you said to me struck a chord."

"Oh?" he asked as she ran her nails over his bare chest. They raked along his stomach before combing through the black forest of pubic hair.

"I wasn't able to put my feelings into words, but I've been obsessed with power and control for months now. When you said it was my decision—" Violet paused mid-sentence to trace her nail up his shaft. Her fingers couldn't quite grasp him completely. Instead, Violet used those long nails to tease his hardening cock. "It made me shiver inside," Violet finished and closed her hand around his shaft. It twitched again as pre-cum made her fingers slippery.

"We weapons are always in a submissive position. There are millions of Meisters worldwide, but there are tens of millions of weapons. We are the ones that hunt and beg for someone to use us." She said, examining the clear liquid. Max remembered the conversation from earlier today. The girls had been most eager to contract with just to be used. They described it like it was better than sex.

Violet sniffed at her fingers then licked one and shivered. Her eyes momentarily closed, and she rolled off the bed toward Friday. The woman was squirming so much it looked like she was trying to start a fire by rubbing her thighs together. Violet circled behind her lover, the covered Friday's mouth and nose with the slick hand that had been teasing Max. Friday huffed hard, breathing in Max's scent like it was an exquisite perfume, then groaned and her eyes rolled apparent ecstasy. A tongue licked between Violet's fingers, and the woman smiled.

"You know this situation reminds me of Derek?" Violet asked, and Friday shook her head violently. Violet wrapped an arm around her lover in a tight hug but didn't let go of her face.

"He's arrogant, cocksure of his superiority, and admitted he might not stick around. Not to mention he's without a weapon, just like him..." Violet said looking over Friday's shoulder at Max. Friday squirmed again and let out a muffled cry of protest. She let go of Friday and walked around, so they stared into each other's eyes.

"Do you still want him?"

Friday bit her lip, fighting to think through the fire raging in her groin. Her gaze raked over Max before returning to Violet, and she squirmed again with impotent frustration.

"I don't think..." Friday began before Violet cupped her chin and forced her to look at Max again. Her blue eyes flashed with desperate hunger.

"I can tell you want him, and I'm a sucker for that face," Violet said, and the two women kissed again. Their lipsticks smeared together before Violet broke free. "I'll let you be first since you've waited so long."

Violet kissed her way down Friday's chest and stomach. She knelt before the other woman, grasped her panties, and pulled. The damn cotton stuck to her sex, refusing to let go. Then the patch was torn from the dam. Strings of clear honey dripped down her thighs, and the smell of bananas and gun oil filled the room.

"You haven't been this wet in a while," Violet cooed sliding her fingers through Friday's trimmed patch of bronze pubic hair. Her fingers reached the woman's wet and Friday moaned. Violet leaned forward licking up an errant string of sex with her tongue, then kissed Friday's thigh leaving a purple pair of lips on the skin. She licked her way upward before pressing her face to Friday's mound. Max watched with fascination as Friday shivered with pleasure and put one leg over Violet's shoulder. She groaned again as Violet slid her tongue inside.

Violet stood, and lifted Friday from the hook. Still handcuffed, she crawled across the bed on hands and knees. Friday straddled his legs before using her cuffed hands to drag herself against his body. Dark blue eyes danced with triumph as Friday made the summit of his hips. Without waiting, she kissed him, and he was surprised by how soft her lips were. They tasted of Italian spices and red wine.

"Give me your hands," Violet ordered, and Friday broke the kiss. She offered her bound wrists and Violet joined the two together to the headboard. Then she sat back to watch with amusement as the two struggled. Friday's ground her slick pussy back and forth along his shaft, and within seconds, his cock was slippery with her lube. Finally, she lifted herself high enough for Max to thrust upward.

Violet tittered as his thick cock slipped along her thigh, missing her entrance again and again. Friday wasn't helping as she coated his cock with even more hot honey. Finally, she reached between Friday's legs and grasped Max's erection by the base.

"Oh fuck," Max groaned as Friday sank onto his cock. She was hot and wet like a woman, but the inside of her pussy felt alien. At first, it was impossible to sort through the torrent of pleasure slamming into his brain. She undulated atop him, and Max moaned as their hips bucked together. Her mouth closed over his again, and this time a tongue pushed into his open mouth. His cock slid back and forth along three fleshy grooves which twisted inside her sex, and Max finally guessed she was rifled. The realization didn't diminish how incredible her pussy felt. On the contrary, he started to thrust harder.

She broke their kiss, and rasped into his ear, "You said you'd finish in three minutes."

"There's no way I'm going to last three more." He growled, and the woman shifted again. Her thighs tightened against his and forced him against the mattress. She didn't stop entirely but slowed to crawl, and Max was grateful for the respite. "I don't know why, but this feels so good. Like, fuck… this can't be real."

Max glanced over at Violet. Her panties were gone, the mini skirt was pushed up her hips, and two fingers writhed inside her pussy. Her silver eyes moved over Friday and Max as they ground together. The purple nails were a dark blur as she furiously masturbated next to them.

"I really did die, and go to heaven," Max moaned, and Violet rose to her knees. Violet reached down, pulling her tubetop off, then her miniskirt. She had beautiful white skin, which made the tattoo's on her right side stand out. Her nipples were pink dots which reminded Max of a coconut cream puff. First, she approached Friday, and she pushed her finger's into the woman's eager mouth. Friday responded by rocking faster, and Max groaned again. Three minutes? He'd be lucky to last sixty seconds at this point.

Violet turned to Max then and bent low, so they were face to face. Friday moaned loudly, and her rhythmic pace increased again. Violet stared into his eyes as he fought to keep control. Then she kissed Max, and all semblance of resistance slipped through his grasp. The orgasm ripped past his defenses and sundered his mind as the pistol pushed her tongue into his mouth. Tremors of bliss continued to shudder through Max like little aftershocks. A deft tongue toyed with his while Friday continued to milk his essence. Finally, Violet pulled away, breaking the kiss, and they both looked to Friday. The woman, still moaning, rocked and forth as drool ran down her chi.

"I should be annoyed, but it makes sense."

"What does?" Max asked as Friday continued drunkenly grind atop him. He noticed a black collar circled her throat with several glowing numbers on the side.

"You've got a ton of contract slots, and Friday hasn't had a Meister for so long her pleasure quotient went crazy," Violet said releasing Friday's wrists from the headboard. She sank in a boneless heap atop him until Violet pushed her to side.

Friday whimpered as Max finally slid from her sex, but he was quickly distracted. To his surprise, Violet immediately straddled his head, so Max got a close-up view of her pussy. Her sex looked like a vertical slit, and unlike Friday, her mound was shaved smooth. A small silver ring pierced her clitoris. What he found fascinating was the strong scent of gun oil and fouling rolling off her.

She looked down at him from above, smiled like a Cheshire cat, and asked, "Like what you see?" His response was cut off by her muff attacking. Porcelain flesh parted against his lips, and his tongue licked up into her pink pussy. She didn't produce nearly as much lube as Friday, but Violet was sweet like pixie sticks. He would have grabed her thighs, held her against his mouth, but his hands were still cuffed to the headbroad. Instead, long delicate fingers grabbed his hair as her pussy ground against his face.

"Oh, fuck…" she gasped, and more lube leaked out and across his chin. Violet braced herself against the wall as her hips rocked faster still.

"Yeah, eat me like a good little boy," she growled hungrily. That's when Friday attacked from behind. She'd stealthily strapped on a dildo and climbed onto the bed. Her arms wrapped around Violet in a bearhug as the strap-on slid into Violet's darkest of entrances. Violet gasped, and her body shivered as the dildo slid inside. Max saw no reason to stop, so he pressed his tongue into Violet's pussy. Liquid poured past his hunting mouth and down over his chin.

Violet was surprisingly loud, and the sound was so hot, his cock twitched in revival. Her hips bucked, and Max found himself gnawing on the silver clit ring. It clicked against his teeth as his tongue swirled around the woman's engorged alter. He lost himself in Violet's porcelain muff, and within minutes, her cries filled the bedroom.

Suddenly Violet was yanked off, and Friday was unlocking his handcuffs. She quickly worked the keys into the cuffs and they popped open.

"Quickly, Max," Friday said they both turned on Violet. The woman was still recovering as Friday pinned her shoulders to the bed. Max straddled her legs and managed to grab her wrists.

"You're right," Friday said, kissing her forehead. "I wanted Max, and I know deep down, you do too." Violet struggled, and Max had a hell of a time keeping her wrists together. The weapon was inhumanly strong.

"You have to know it's OK to give in. If you control everything, then you risk nothing." Friday said, and Violet considered her answer. Max waited patiently while Violet made up her mind. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Violet stilled. Max released her wrists, which freed up his hands to hold her hips in place. The rosebud of her anus made a perfect target, and he pressed the head of his cock inside. He slid into her, and her insides wrapping around his cock like fist. She clearly wasn't human, and Max groaned in pleasure.

The faint outline of a collar formed, and he smiled as Violet began moaning again. Her cries quickly filled the air as he pressed her hard into the mattress. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Friday slide off the bed. She removed the strap-on and dropped it to the carpet. Then she crawled to her lover and cupped her face with both hands. The moaning temporarily abated as Friday pressed her mouth to Violet's.

"That's it," Friday coaxed smoothing Violet's purple hair back. "Let him have you. Doesn't it feel good to give in?"

Violet moaned, and Max had to agree. His orgasm rushed toward him with a speed he thought impossible considering Friday just drained him. He reached down, grabbing Violet’s pale supple ass, and spread them apart. Then Max drove himself in to the hilt and shuddered from head to foot as he came. Violet wailed and clawed at the silk bedsheets. Her knees bent, her toes curled, and her lithe back bowed as the orgasm rent her asunder. A deep gutteral groan escaped her as Violet's body writhed underneath him. Finally, he withdrew and fell back against the headboard.

"It's not like me to gush, but wow. I don't think I've cum that hard since I was 16." Max said with an exhausted sigh.

"That was incredible—" Friday sighed sliding up to his side. Violet slowly rolled over, and still shivering, crawled up to Max's left side. Both women clasped hands over his chest.

"I reluctantly have to agree," Violet admitted, and settled her head into the crook of his shoulder. Max suppressed the victorious grin that threatened to spread over his face. Violet let go of Friday's hand long enough to rake her fingers across his chest. Her nails left little scratches.

"Thank you for contracting with me. I may not have much money, but I'll go subscribe to prove I'll be sticking around."

"That's good to hear," Friday said turning her head to kiss his cheek.

"Speaking of money, I want you both to keep working at the bar. Violet said it's common practice to quit when finding a Meister, but the penthouse is ridiculously expensive, and I can't afford it right now.

"We could move, but it took us forever to find this place," Friday said sliding a leg over his.

"And put all your stuff into storage? That would probably cost just as much. Besides, the view from the balcony is worth the price. No, I'll have to play matches between your work schedules." He said while stroking a hand over their bare skin. They shivered at his touch, and turned to press against his body.

"Quinn will be happy to hear that," Violet mused and lowered her hand to his groin. His manhood had softened, but that didn't stop her from stroking him several times. For a while, they lay naked together on the rumpled mattress touching and caressing one another. Then the door to the bedroom nudged open, and Rusty jumped onto the bed. He glanced at Max between the two women, then went over to Friday and snuggled under her right arm.

"It must be good to be so carefree." Max thought as Friday pet the dog behind the ears. That did remind him he had part of the rent.

"Oh, I have another ten thousand for my share of the rent."

"Keep it. You're going to need that for mod shopping tomorrow. Armor, even basic ballistic vests are a couple thousand credits. Magazines and weapon accessories aren't cheap, either."

"I see."

"Now that your silver, you could technically get another weapon thanks to the extra contract slot. However, only at Gold rank and above will you be able to bring two or more weapons into a match." Friday said running a hand over his chest. Despite the drama, and no small amount of hassle, he was pleased to have both weapons. However, the thought of dealing with even more women terrified him just a little.

"I'm in no rush, so maybe I'll wait a while. Besides, if you're right about how much mods are, then I don't have the credits to bling a bunch of guns." He said, and they fell silent. Friday occupied herself with giving Rusty ear scratches, and saying how good a boy he was.

"Guess I'll go change my subscription then," Max added and touched his temple with two fingers. The system menu appeared, and he selected the logout button. Sensations crawled to a slithering stop, and the room swirled past into the darkness.

Shortly, Max was standing back in the bar at the spaceport. The place was empty except a single employee, and he recognized the woman from his first trip here. The distinctive lavender hair was hard to forget. She was leaning against the counter, wiping the bar top down. She smiled at him as he finished loading and tucked the towel into her back pocket.

"Well, hello again! Did you come back to visit?"

"I wanted to add subscription time to my account," Max replied sliding onto an empty bar stool.

"I'm glad to hear you'll be sticking around. There's a 10% discount if you subscribe for three months, 20% if you sub for six months, and 30% for a full year." She said pulling a tablet out from behind the bar.

"How much for three months?"

"Eighty-Four dollars," the woman said activating the tablet and spinning it towards him. Max only had a thousand dollars to his name aside from the crypto-currency in his inventory. That was his nest egg, and with no way to make any money, he faced the real possibility of becoming a digital vagrant. Still, he’d promised to put some time on his account for Friday and Violet.