Anti-antithesis

Goddess, Vic, you could have warned me that you had a warship in your home? Had I known, I would have pushed off my own hunt to join you. .... Nah, I'm near Mexico now, don't worry about picking me up. Just make sure to stay safe.

-Call between Vanguard Red Menace and Vanguard War Games, 2057

Harmony

Waking up today, I felt both excited for the day ahead, but also exhausted and sore from the repeated nights of sex. I was, unfortunately, correct about my assumption of how popular the open door would be now, as the last few nights have forced me to extend the penthouse and showers further, until it was basically large enough to house the entire staff of a couple hundred. Thankfully, those who began training for the gang days ago were too exhausted to join us, but they did request toys for their own use, which we obliged.

The kitchen and dining room had been expanded as well, with Adie still somehow able to cook for all of us on her own, yet also accepting help from the chefs anyways, giving them tips and tricks while teaching them new recipes and techniques, which I saw had a positive effect on the reviews for the Hotel.

Management assignments had recently settled into place, with people in places where they were happy to work as well as in places where they were trusted to work. Bubie moved to work with Customer Service, taking the head enforcer position since she, apparently, worked for the Arizona State Army when it existed as a fucking General?! I fucked her hard after learning that tidbit, yet I was the one who was sore in the end while she still had that fucking stupid sexy lazy smile.

Penny settled in Acquisitions, working to secure materials for our fabricators and pushing advertisements for both the Hotel and the brothel, although the latter only happened yesterday and through targeted ads over open broadcasting.

Interestingly, there was an abundance of slag and waste chemicals from the various refineries in the city, which many companies were willing to pay to have taken off their hands, which made sense once I learned about it, and we were the lowest bidder. Not that we took everything on offer, no, Penny made a small bidding war between two luxury car brands and a gold refinery in order to get us the best deal for the materials we actually needed. After all, not all scrap was created equally.

Desiree took positions as my secretary, officially. What that meant is that she would go and handle any public problems, from the eight evictions to reigning in the journo-fucks as they went to harass our girls over our connections with Saint War Games. However, unofficially, this position kept her in my office doing her damndest to distract me from the rote work I didn't have to do. Nothing too physical, as we were both constantly recovering from the open door policy, but it was fine. The chair was large enough to cuddle comfortably on.

Daliah, of course, became the Madame of the Lower Six. To my shock, twenty seven of our girls decided to permanently station themselves there with about two dozen others volunteering their time semi-regularly. I was surprised that so many volunteered, as they still made their way to my penthouse nearly nightly on top of their actual work schedule. My stamina could never, and I was still in my twenties.

Then there was the eldritch beauty who called herself Outsider who stopped by yesterday to drop off another seventy two people who were, apparently, rescued joytoys and Dolls! The men joined the gang immediately, while the majority of the girls asked to work in the hotel proper, with only five seeking to continue being joytoys.

We had gained a few regular clients for the Lower Six, which spread the news quickly through word of mouth that there was a high class brothel under the Niltmore. This led to two high class clients, a few very well paying clients, and a few dickheads who thought money meant they could disregard the rules. They were thrown out quickly, though Bubie said that they would likely take action against us soon. Those types held grudges like a tick on bitch in heat. We also had to deal with more journo-fucks afterwards, but thankfully the armed guards below deterred them greatly.

Speaking of those guards, the Customer Service gang was shaping up pretty well, considering they had only trained for a week. The weapons were not terrifying weapons of war, but were leagues above the shit that littered the street. The armor was tailor made to each person and strong enough to stand up to all small arms fire and a decent chunk of higher calibers for a time. They had good auxiliary gear and fucking Saint miracle medicine, not to mention military grade cyberware for those who were already missing limbs.

Yet what made them stand out was their discipline and loyalty to each other. From what I remember seeing of the riots a few days ago, those gangs were, honestly, shit. So were the local PMCs, for that matter. But seeing Rogal and his squad roll in and shatter the gangs, the girls, and boys now, I was going to have to figure out a new way to address my people, took pride in comparing themselves to the rabble, vowing to not break so easily against our foes.

And they worked hard to prove that. Babushka had set up a few training floors where they could practice their CQB skills using paint bullets, and those bitches were ruthless to each other. The only time they surrendered was when they specifically trained to take prisoners. Otherwise? They fought to the last every time.

I reeled in my thooughts as I was now standing in the lobby, in my favorite pant-suit with Desiree next to me, as Babushka yelled and slapped the journo-fucks into position, doing my best to not laugh, while also being filled with anxiety. I had seen the press conference yesterday, everyone in the hotel had, so we all knew that, yes, we were indeed owned and backed by a Saint, and that the Babushka we had grown to enjoy the presence of was, in fact, a deadly amalgam of nanobots in the shape of a grandmother. Not that I minded and she refused to let me treat her differently.

Soon enough, I saw the Saint's car land outside, and saw two people exit it. As they entered, it's obvious who the Saint was, as he was wearing the same thing he did in his press conference, while the lady, obviously his fiancé, Cari, was stunning in her own right. A cascading dress of light blues fading into darkness, sparkling like the night sky. Her hair was done up in a loose, complex bun with a gorgeous clear glass hairpin, its head was modeled after a snowflake. Her icy blue eyes scanned the room and landed on me, where she smiled politely. I felt no hostility from her, meaning that she didn't see me as a threat to her position, at least.

As they walked forward to us, Babushka glanced at me, prompting me to speak. I smiled a real smile as I reached my hand forward. “Good morning, Saint War Games, and welcome to the Niltmore.”

I saw him grimace slightly at my address, but he didn't let it linger as he took my hand and shook it. “Thank you for the warm welcome, Harmony. And please, call me Victor.” He released my hand and gestured to the lady next to him. “This is my fiancé, Cari Mikosano.”

She took my hand in hers as she smiled. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms.Harmony. Cody has said nothing but good things about you.”

“The pleasure is mine.” I said. If it was anyone else, I might have doubted them, but Mr. Optics did seem genuinely nice, so it was a possibility. “Please, follow me to my office. We can have a more private conversation there. I hope you don't mind if my assistant joins us?”

Ms. Mikosano looked between Desiree and I and I saw a flash of mischief pass briefly. She latched onto Mr.Victor's arm, not in a polite, high society way, but a much closer, almost possessive way. “I won't mind, will you, love?” She asked.

I was blown away at how forward and open they were about their relationship, especially considering how short their relationship was. Most guests I have seen here have always been too prudish to use nicknames or be so public with their flirting or affections, at least when not behind closed doors. Mr. Victor shook his head, chuckling. “If she is your assistant, it would be rude of me to decline her presence. Please, lead the way.”

As we walked away from the crowd of journo-fucks, still shouting questons and taking photos and videos and entered the elevator, I heard Mr.Victor sigh as the doors closed. “Oh, thank Sands that's over. Love, the next time I have to make a public appearance, you do it for me. You would look sexy in a uniform.”

Ms.Mikosano giggled. “Hmm, sure. You trust me to speak on your behalf in front of the world, huh?”

He chuckled. “If I didn't, you wouldn't be with me, would you?”

The doors opened to the management floor, stopping the sickeningly sweet conversation. We entered my office quickly as I took my seat behind my desk, Desiree next to it, and Mr.Victor and Ms.Mikosano across from me while Babushka stood by the door.

Mr.Victor smiled a bit awkwardly. “Sorry about that, I didn't realize how… in love we sounded in there." He must have noticed the reaction I gave off, no matter how subtle it might have been. He is a Saint, after all.

I shook my head. “Don't worry about it, Mr.Victor-”

“Victor, just Victor.” He interrupted firmly. “I'm way too young to have Mr in front of my name. And please, drop the uncomfortable smile. Seeing it on you solidified why I dislike my liaison at The Family. Makes my skin crawl.”

Babushka slapped his head with a wooden spoon that wasn’t there moments ago. “There are better ways to phrase that, child." She then looked at me, a sly smile on her face." But I agree, it looks garish on your face.”

I saw Desiree stifle a snicker as I glared at her, causing Ms.Mikosano to giggle. “Oh yeah, totally fucking.” She whispered, causing Desiree to laugh.

I exhaled sharply while rolling my eyes and leaning back. “Anything else you wish to poke fun at, Cari.”

“No.” She said, shaking her head. “Just making sure my senses weren't dulled.” Her smile turned fox-like in a heartbeat. “And Cody really did say good things about you once I learned about you. He was very shy about the fact that he owned a brothel for whatever reason. I don't see the shame in it, but I will be blocking Victor from visiting it in any capacity that isn't to drop off Samurai tech. You understand why, I hope?”

Desiree snorted out a laugh. “Easily. He's yours and you don't want to share, not to mention you're both still too green to visit those places.”

Mr.Victor simply smiled while nodding his head in agreement, but I saw a flash of something on his face that hinted that maybe he wasn't that green in the sheets. “So, you wanted body enhancements, right?”

Grateful for the lifeline in the conversation, I nodded. “Yes. It's unfortunately become a necessity after the gift Babushka left the other day. She had, thankfully, emptied out a spot on this floor to set up in. I am going to assume you do not need anything from us in repayment, since you are blocked from using our services, but I will ask anyway. Is there anything we can do for you in return for spending what I'm going to assume is a huge amount of points?”

I saw him lean back a bit, actively thinking about the offer. “Well ” He started, “since my fiancé has stated that unequivocally that she won't share me beyond those she approves, " Cari rolled her eyes, then glared softly at him, "the only thing I could ask is if the Customer Service department,” He smirked through the entire name, and I couldn't blame him, “would be willing to have an option to graduate to the Monster Box PMC, or if those you rescue would be willing to join it later on.”

I blinked slowly. That… was not a thing I was expecting, to be honest. Desiree, thankfully, spoke for me as I was still in shock. “Is this an open offer, or are there requirements before you would accept them?”

“Open offer for those who are currently here.” He said, shrugging. “Baba Yaga already vetted everyone, so we know they won't have any problems in their past that we can't handle, and that you all hated the swine in human skin that were the managers who ran the place previously, which means you have no love for Corpos, a personal requirement for me.”

Cari spoke next. “As far as future requirements, I will have Bahamut send them to you later.”

Huh. That's extremely generous. “I can't say anyone here would be willing to join.” I said tentatively. “We are a very close group, currently, and we wish to see how much we can grow.”

“Yeah, I figured.” Victor said. “The orgies kinda strengthen bonds, I get it.” Cari blushed fiercely, punching him in the shoulder, while I blushed just as hard. It made sense that he knew, as our internal network was something Mr.Optics set up, but still! Definitely not as green as Desiree thought he was.

Victor simply chuckled. “Still, offers open. And going forward, the Customer Service department can work with the Monster Box PMC in a friendly manner. If you need reinforcements, you can call us for them, and we can let you choose areas you wish to patrol, basically carving out your territory. When you go to raid a gang, just call in to this number and let them know so we can get a squad on standby.” He turned to Babushka. “Am I missing anything?”

“Other than the lab? Yes. Harmony, you and the four others are invited to dinner tomorrow at the Tower. You will meet the family and the other Commanders, both Victor's and the Monster Box's. You are our people now, that means you are family. Consider it a meeting of the branch families with the main branch hosting.”

Victor looked confused, but then shrugged. “Sure, huge dinner party. Sounds nice. Now, where am I dropping off this lab?”

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Walking back to my home, I rub my ass where the injection happened. Fuck, it was so sore. The lab tech penguin, which was unfair in how cute it was, explained that it would be like that until morning, then over the course of the next week my body would be getting stronger and a number of illnesses would be dealt with. Plus, I would genetically and physically be a woman by the end. I didn't think that bothered me until I heard it was possible, but knowing I would be purging any link to my horse cum guzzling bigot of a father was soothing for my soul.

I did see that considerably fewer people would be here tonight, barely six, in fact, as many of the girls had also gotten an injection. Which would be nice since I wasn't in the mood for anything too intense with my ass this sore.

Then that bitch Bubie slappedmy sore ass cheek hard, causing me to yelp as she chuckled, I changed my mind, I would break her tonight!

Then Penny walked in and drooped herself against me, looking very tired. “Hey, Harmony? You know how I have put in for breast reduction surgeries six times, right?”

I give her a side hug, running my hand against her thigh. “Yeah, Penny. I helped you format the first two. Glad to finally have the chance to lessen your burdens?” I joked. I would be a bit sad if they shrunk, as they felt really nice in my hands and were very nice to cuddle with, but if it would make her more comfortable, I would support her.

“Umm… well, with the body mods, all my muscles would be… stronger. Meaning I could carry more and my back would heal considerably…” She stuttered out. “So, what I mean is… I may have gone up a cup?”

We all stared at her, then her chest. They were already DDs. “Penny, honey. Why?” I asked softly.

She turned so red, all the way down to her, apparently, not big enough chest. “Well, if I did so, I could add… an ability… that normally requires a certain… condition. Plus, seeing your face when you and Daliah, um, enjoy them, I just couldn't… shrink them…”

Bubie sauntered over and hugged us both, kissing our heads as she buried our faces in her tits. Damnit, maybe I should have gone with a height increase. “Penny, I'm going to guess what you added, and you don't have to answer. Okay?” Penny nodded, her blush deepening to a concerning shade. “Did you obtain the ability to lactate at will?”

She shook her head. “No.” She squeaked. “It's, um…. A sensitivity and density manipulation thing…”

Saints alive, and I thought my request was kinky.

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