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“Dude, I swear the stripper loves me!”
Spoiler alert: the stripper DOES love him.
Content warning: 18+, MDN/. Sexual content, description of male and female bodies, Woodmen (he needs his own warning), sexual assault mentioned, descriptions of abuse, Gun usage, mentions of sex, age gap (viktor is mid 50's and reader is mid to late 20's), Viktor is kinda cold but he gets better, reader is also kinda mean but has good reasons plus women do no wrong. Readers stage name is ‘pinky'
Multiple part series ; Prologue
Viktor vektor had lows in his life - from the start, the first was having a childhood in night city and growing up in this shitshow, seeing it get worse as the years progressed. He had lows as a boxers, the only reason he dropped it was the chrome filled chooms that started to rot the industry from the inside out- tricking systems, behind the scenes deals to let them use implants and cyberware. Viktor still has lows as a ripper doc, whether it be delayed shipments, slow days, or having to do a job for some corpo on the low.
But, Viktor never had a low in his life where his feet lead him to a nightclub. A ‘dollhouse' with luxury high-quality braindance venue, and for their tailored custom-programmed dolls. He never had much care for the environment or pleasure, he never needed it in his younger days so why would he need it now?
"Welcome to Clouds," A woman at the front desk smiled, hands folded on the reception counter in-front of her. "What brings you here?"
Viktor hesitated, unsure on what the place really had to offer, "just...trying stuff." He grumbled out, his sunglasses sitting on the bridge of his nose.
"We have many options of BD's and personal dolls. What is your preference?”
An BD? It made viktor feel even more like an old creep, he feels like he shouldn't even be here. "J'st a doll, woman is preferred."
"Okay, we have Sun and Pinky available.
Your pick." She smiled at him as she waited, viktor tapped his fingers on the counter as he thought it over. "Sun is fine."
"Okay, a private room is five hundred eddies— oh, it seems Sun has just entered the stage. Would you like to switch? You can also wait until she's done."
Viktor rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses, this was too complicated for him already. "Just give me the other one." He said and transferred the correct amount to the lady before she told him to deposit any of his weapons in the locker behind him. He had a handgun, safety needed in night city for a man like him, he tucked it away in the locker before making his way to the nightclub- immediately he was met with the blasting lights and pop synth electric music, bodies moving and a disturbing heat that definitely came from all the 90% naked bodies. He headed to the room he was told to go to, expecting to be met with 'pinky' but-
"Pinky took the stage, you got your original choice." Sun said with a sly smile and soft purr, seductive level on ten as she ran her hand down his thick bicep and tattoo covered forearm, careful fingers wrapped around his wrist and guided him to the edge of the bed, making him sit.
"So," she spread his thick legs and looked at him, fingers gliding up his thighs. "what do you want?"
Viktor has had sex a good amount of time, he's not an unattractive man, but if that wasn't some of the most mediocre sex he's ever had. Maybe it's just been while since he's been laid. He left the room while sliding his belt back through the loops, not bothering to glance at Sun as she left behind him. While making his way over to the bar, he bumped into a person.
"Jeez- watch it." He looked down as he heard the scoff- pink. All pink. From the hair to the exotic joytoy clothes you wore, the heels even matched.
"Thought dolls were nice…."
"That's on the clock when the chip is on, now, excuse you." He watched as you walked past him while mumbling under your breath, watching you disappear behind an 'employees only' door.
He could only shake his head and head to the bar, ordering something smooth yet strong enough for him- as he downed one and another, he went back to you. Pinky.
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