It was pretty cool. There was a laboratory table. a futuristic whiteboard, multiple machines for different processes, and a display case for finished projects. The futuristic whiteboard was where could look at the research topics. It was electronic and touchscreen. The lab came with two projects already ready to go. One was an energy field generator. The other was a melee weapon. We talked it out and decided to go with the energy field. This would all have to wait for the reactors to get up and running. We did not have enough power to run anything. It was only our enhanced eyesight that let us see in the total darkness. The first reactor would be enough for everything on this floor. That was still 3 days to wait. We decided to go to the strip club to celebrate. There was already a good crowd waiting outside. Cyborgs and humans alike were willing to pay some good money to see the show. Red, Alexis and Katie were performing on stage. Maroon and Alex were both tending the bar. Brett was the owner and also the bouncer of the fine establishment. He kicked out anyone making trouble inside.
We saw a funny event play out in front of us. A cyborg in a gray overall was brought in by two humans in a similar outfit. They were all painters that were off work. "You're fine. You don't have to worry Emil. We got you! You have been saving our asses left and right since you got hired." one of the humans said. "The least we could do is treat you to the Red Grind." the other chimed in. That was the name of the club. "You didn't have to take me out. I'm just happy to help out." the cyborg said nervously. A look passed between the two humans before they laughed. "Geez. How nice of a guy do you have to be!" the second one said. "You know what they say: 'Nice guys finish last in this world.' When was the last time you emptied those balls of yours?" the first one said as he pointed at the dark brown haired cyborg's groin. His ink black eyes blinked and he shifted his thighs uncomfortably. "I haven't had a chance to do that kind of thing yet" he said. They looked at him in disbelief. "You're a virgin!?" one yelled. The other leaned in and said "You're telling us you're 24 years old and never fucked!?"
Emil shushed them as Paul was approaching. "Is there a problem here, sirs?" he said with a smirk. "No sir. We are fine." Emil said. His friends then got a mischievous look on their face. "We're going to help you. They do private dances here. A fit guy like you will have the whores here begging to fuck you." one of them said. "There's no way they are going to choose me." Emil said. "C'mon. The have the best of both worlds here. Guys? You got it! A hot babe? You got it! Great drinks? You got it! You'll find something for you." Emil just nodded and said "You have to be quiet the show is starting." It was obvious that the club was not their first stop this evening. After the of the performances were finished, they came out to pick people for private dances. Each was 10 minutes and they did three a night. After Emil was not chosen by any of them, his friends tried their best to console him. Far from being sad, he was looking pretty relieved. Three young women came over and tried to pick them up. Emil's friends practically forced him to go home with one of the women. I was interested and decided to follow.
