I looked out at the harbour and took in the sea air with a deep inhale, it was the slight scent of perfume that made me look over in her direction. The tight black outfit that hugged her every curve left nothing to the imagination and my “spidey sense” started to tingle.

I’d just arrived and wasn’t looking for anything quite yet, but I had long ago learned not to look a gift horse in the mouth. I slipped my hand in to my jacket pocket and pull out the small case with the glasses inside. A quick flip of the case and I smoothly slipped the glasses and took another look in her direction.

The smile across my face could have probably lit up the entire room, but only slightly more so than the bright glowing lines woven in to her outfit that the glasses revealed.

A moment later, text scrolled across just above her head:

“Maya Hernandez; age 27; current status: available; likes: blowjobs in public places, titty fucks, spanking and anal; passphrase: those tits look like a better place for my dick than the banana hammock I brought;”

More text scrolled by but it didn’t interest me, so I slipped the glasses from my nose and put them away as I walked over to her.

“Hi, I’m Thomas.” I said as I arrived and the sneer on her face as she looked down her nose at me was completely understandable. She was way out of my league normally, but this small resort on a secluded part of the Mediterranean sea was leagues away from normal.

She started to part her lips, in what I would assume would be some condescending remark to shew me away, but I didn’t let her get a chance, “Those tits look like a better place for my dick than the banana hammock I brought.”

As soon as the first word of the phrase was out of my mouth she stopped in place, until the last one was done and a smile washed across her face.

“Hello, I’m Maya, a pleasure to meet you Thomas.” she purred as her hand reached out and stroked my arm and she made a step forward to get closer to me.

I smiled back and slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her in even closer, in response she leaned in so one of her tits pushed against my chest.

“I just arrived and thought you looked like fun Maya.”

“Oh, I am Thomas, I am. Have you been here before or would you like me to give your the guided tour?”

“I’ve been here before, but if you could tell me about any new features?”

“My pleasure Thomas, if you’d please put your glasses on for a moment…”

I pulled the case out of my pocket again and slipped them back on. Maya slipped out of my grasp and took a few steps in front of me and then turned to face me once more. The display in the glasses quickly started scrolling the status above her head once more.

“As you can see, the main interface hasn’t changed, however if you look in to the building behind me, you should see the status of several other ladies. The range on the glasses has been improved to over 500 meters now.”

I took a quick look over her shoulder and sure enough several other ladies were illuminated and text started to scroll across each of them as well.

“If you look back at me for a moment, and then quickly look up and to the left and then back at me, you will see the new shortcut to access the pass phrase directly.”

A quick glance up and to the left did just that, replacing the scrolling text above her head with just the pass phrase.

“Similarly, a quick glance to the upper right will bring up current status.”

The pass phrase was quickly replaced by Maya’s new status, “Occupied”.

“And finally a quick glance downwards will reset the display to the default.”

A final look downwards and back up showed the scrolling text above Maya’s head to be back in place.

“Anything else?” I asked.

“There are a few other minor improvements in responsiveness and performance, but nothing that you should notice.”

“Thanks Maya.”

“My pleasure Thomas, now then, let’s talk about your pleasure.” she said as she stepped forward and draped her hands on my shoulders, “Would you like me to drop to my knees and give you a blowjob right here and now? Or is there something else you would like?”

“Well Maya, I’m more of a privacy kind of guy, but I would definitely like to fuck those tits of yours.”

Maya gave a cocked half smile as she stepped in to me and rubbed her tits on my chest, “Mmmm… me too Thomas. I love a big hard cock sliding between my tits.”

She then leaned her head in and titled it to the side slightly and placed her lips on my, her tongue eagerly darting in and out.

A moment later she pulled back slightly, “But Thomas, you have to promise me one thing…” she said, holding her finger up in the air right in front of me.

“Oh?” I asked, a raised eyebrow.

“Yes. If I give you a really good titty fuck, I mean the best titty fuck of your life, you have to promise to cum all over my face. It’s the only way I will know that you appreciate me for what I am.”

I smiled and nodded, “I think I can agree to that.”

I slipped my hand back around her waist and started walking in to the hotel once more as I fiddled with my room key in my pocket.

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2 years earlier.

“So what you’re saying is that hundreds of women have been programmed to be nothing more than sex toys, available to be used at any time of day or night to the guests?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that. I mean, they have other functions as well. They can guide guests to any of the facilities, provide information and recommendations, etc. Many have secondary positions in the resort as waitresses and other service jobs.” the, I guess you could call him a sales man, said.

I shook my head in disbelief, but the technology demonstration he’d shown me was years, maybe decades ahead of what was on the market otherwise. The glasses looked no different than any others. No thick frames, not strange attachments, nothing.

“And all you’re looking for is a 100 million dollar investment?”

“Yes, I know it seems strange, but the founder of the resort was a real recluse and when he died he took the technology to the grave with him. We need enough startup capital to reverse engineer the tech so we can bring it to market.”

I wasn’t the first investor they had come to, that was certain, and that meant they were running out of options.

I had to admit I was intrigued, and the money wasn’t that big of deal in the grand scheme of things, but seemed to be something that was missing.

With a smile I realized what it was, “And what do you intend to do with the resort after you’ve reverse engineered the tech?”

The other man blinked several times, “What do you mean? I mean the brainwashing is very unethical… and illegal, we aren’t looking to reverse engineer that. The only reason we haven’t undone the programming is that all of the tech is tied together and we don’t want to do something that would ruin the AR system.”

I smiled a wolfish grin and watched him shrink back in to his seat slightly.

Even if they never cracked the AR tech, the brain washing tech was probably up and running now without any need to reverse engineer it, and I had long ago learned not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

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