By: BansheeMagee
In the gloomy wet darkness of Mardar, the bright glow of the halogen lights were the only sign of civilization. The multicolored flashes of electricity illuminated the damp street in magnificent splendor, and the digital advertisements of beautiful women seemed to attract even the low hanging fog.
Even before the plague, the Brothel Mardar was the only landmark worthwhile in the humid environment. Although there were now numerous such establishments scattered across Midora, the Brothel Mardar was the original of its kind.
The women, although breathtakingly beautiful, were all robotic. Even up close, no could tell that they weren’t of flesh and blood. Their skin was as smooth as the silk sheets that covered their designated beds, and their eyes were as bright and lovely as those of the finest models in Lamptoria City.
Brothel Mardar had all the normal pleasures of a large city saloon. Live music, cold drinks, gambling tables, and private dancers. No matter what species a guest derived from, there was always entertainment to be found at the Brothel Mardar.
A figure in a dark leather raincoat slipped through the alleys of Mardar, stopping every so often to look behind him. The lights of the brothel were like the glowing beacons that attracted insects to their doom.
When he reached the dim edge of the flickering halogen lights, a commotion suddenly erupted at the side entrance of the establishment. The thin figure of a man slammed painfully against the brick wall of the adjoining structure. Two massively framed bouncers stepped into the alleyway and picked the guy up.
“She shocked me! Fuckin’ bitch shocked me!” The guy hollered at the bouncers. A heavy fist knocked the man back to the damp street.
“You will not address our employees in such a manner.” Said the one who had knocked the man down.
“Gregory Thames,” the other body guard hollered from the entryway, “you are no longer welcomed to the Brothel Mardar. Your retina scans have been digitally filed, and if you try to access this establishment again, you will be persecuted as a trespasser.”
“Fuck you!” The battered man shouted back.
“As per procedure of the Brothel Mardar,” the same bouncer continued, “analysis of your ailment has been completed. You have Dotra Supplication 1, a rare but very spreadable sexually transmitted disease. Medical treatment is advised. Good evening, sir.”
The door slammed shut and electronically sealed. Lumbering up from the ground, Gregory Thames spat a mouthful of blood at the door and slowly started walking away. As he passed the man in the leather raincoat, there was an air of remorseful pride emitting from him.
The man in the leather raincoat stepped slowly into the bright glow of the flashing lights. There wasn’t a long line of guests waiting to get inside, since it was so late, most of the visitors were already partaking in the festivities of the evening.
He stepped up to the entrance booth, a young woman with long brown hair greeted him.
“Good evening, sir. Will you be seeking pleasurable company tonight?”
He looked at the woman, trying to decide if she was actually human or not. Her dark eyes gleamed in the light, her slender frame and arousing lingerie made him want to ask if she were available for the evening.
“Ye,” he stuttered, “yes mam. I’ll be wanting pleasurable company tonight.”
A beautiful smile graced across her beautiful young face. She was human, he could tell.
“Excellent. What type of specifications do you desire tonight sir?”
“Human, female. Tan, in her late twenties, with dark hair and eyes like yours, mam.”
She blushed, faking admiration, but he could tell she was used to such compliments. If she hadn’t already, she’d find love because she was too experienced at false assertions.
“You’re sweet,” she said back to him and began moving her slender young fingertips across the screen in front of her, “okay, I think I have an opening for you. Are you free of sexually transferrable diseases? Additionally, have you experienced any symptoms of the Living Transitional Virus?”
“No mam, to both questions. Out of curiosity though, what is your policies regarding sexually transmitted diseases?”
“Our employees are installed with advance screening technology. There are sensors in their vital parts that can detect any type of sexually transmittable ailments as soon as they come in contact with…bodily flesh.”
“And if someone does have a symptom? I’m only askin’ because there was a commotion outside earlier.”
“Oh, my apologies for that sir. If an individual does have symptoms of a disease, but does not report it, an alarm and slight electrical shock will emit from the employee’s body. If the guest pulls away, and does not try to force themselves onto our employee, they will be given a partial refund and a hands-on form of pleasure. Unfortunately, there are some who are not as agreeable to such terms. If they advance themselves onto our employees forcefully, the employee will emit an even stronger electrical shock and security will be notified immediately.”
“I’m guessing that’s what happened earlier then?” The man in the leather raincoat asked.
“More than likely, I’m afraid. Fortunately, we have the finest body guards of Region 3 in our employ.”
“I’d imagine so.” He replied.
“Okay, sir, you’ll be meeting with Rowena up in Room 267. If you’ll follow me, I’ll show you to the second level corridor.”
She stepped away from her podium, lacey purple lingerie hanging delightfully around her slender waist. The man in the leather raincoat followed happily behind her.
She led him to a circular tube elevator door that slid opened at their approach.
“267 will be at the end of the corridor on the left. We hope you enjoy your visit to the Brothel Mardar tonight, Mr. Viro.”
“How did you—-“
“Our systems automatically take retina scans upon entry into the establishment. Don’t worry, your wife will never find out, sir. All of our files are kept completely confidential. Have a good evening!”
She smiled at him, and turned away. Again, he admired that purple lingerie.
At the end of the second level corridor, the man in the leather raincoat stopped at the door. It was a different atmosphere on the upper floor than the one below. Completely sound proof, dimly lit, and soft Blues playing lowly over the ceiling radio.
Nervously, he knocked on the door, and it opened without delay. In the entryway stood a young woman with long black hair and glistening dark eyes that would forever linger in his memories. Her skin was as tan as the wooden wine bar at the back of the room, and she smiled angelically at him.
“Jameson Viro,” she said pleasantly, “you’re as handsome as Veronica described you.”
“I’m sorry?” He asked.
“Veronica is the woman at the front counter. She input in her description of you that you were very handsome.” Her eyes flooded slowly down his frame delightfully. “And she certainly wasn’t lying.”
The man in the leather raincoat smiled, and stepped towards her. He happily understood now why the Brothel Mardar was so popular…and he knew he was definitely going to enjoy his visit.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/n7pt87/brothel_mardar_scifi