<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/thbfMv8.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Archer Reid<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Looking/AskFirst,<br/><strong>Looking For:</strong>Found: Sexy Cyborg Ass<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Faraday #27825<br/><hr/><br/>"Sounds like you've got all the angles figured out, huh? Or you just want to give everything a go and see what gets you paid the most... I sure would." Archer hummed, as he found his eyes wandering. Truly, this had to be one of the most ritzy towers in all of Venus City. No expense seemed to be spared when the pleasure of the folks were concerned... Basically, if you didn't find what you were looking for here, you weren't looking hard enough. He folded his arms, wanting to focus on job offers, but with all the exposed skin, it was hard to concentrate. Beautiful elven ladies, some with skin of white and others dark as chocolate, orc women for guys looking for bigger and tougher ladies. fuzzy ladies for those men with guilty animal girl fetishes... If it wasn't for Faraday returning, he likely would have wandered off.<br/><br/>"What, seriously? I wonder how many recruits they actually get with a recruitment service that simple..." He hummed. Maybe students looking to pay their tuitions and older people looking to feel sexy again... Faraday made a move for the bar, Archer following behind as best as he could. Of course, people moving about made it a bit difficult for him to follow perfectly, with the man stopping to grind against the odd waitress' ass or stop when another patron decided to reach for a handful of his rear. "God, no man would ever feel lonely here..." He sighed, moving towards an Orc waitress to grab a handful of her ass. "Hey big and beautiful, how's business?" He winked, the woman giving her own toothy smile before grinding her ass against his pelvis.<br/><br/>"Booming, if you know what I mean..."<br/><br/>"Oh, I think I do... Keep it up, sweetheart, and i'll have to introduce you to<em>my</em>stick of dynamite." He flirted, winking at the woman as he looked around and realized... Faraday was nowhere to be seen. "Ah, shit... Well, this<em>is</em>what you get for thinking with your dick, Reid. Hope she didn't think I blew her off now..." He frowned, rubbing the back of her head. For a moment, he contemplated asking the bartender if he'd seen the woman, but he half-expected a smarmy response from the elf man that looked a little too haughty for someone working a job like this. Looking around the bar, he could see a few of the Gloryholes already had occupants, either on one side or the other, or even both ends. However, the new... 'Immobile-holes' didn't seem to be as popular. Only one woman dared to test the experience it seemed. Rubbing his chin and looking at the way her shapely ass managed to look presentable, he looked down for a moment. Perhaps she wouldn't mind if she was there... Approaching the ass, he debated reaching down to cop a feel, but as soon as his eyes fell upon the information panel, he went wide-eyed and grinned.<em>'So THIS is where she went! Well now... What kind of citizen would I be to pass this up?'</em>He thought inwardly, brushing a hand against her ass before grabbing a handful. A tad firm deep down, but her synthetic flesh still managed to simulate a squeezable and desirable ass.<br/><br/>"You seem comfortable! I hope you don't mind me being your first customer..." He spoke, hoping he didn't spook her too much (Though considering he'd grabbed her ass already, should this have been a concern for him?). His hand roamed, moving to the other cheek, before traveling downward between her slightly spread legs. He could already see how well her pants clung to her pussy, all but outlining the entrance for him to run his fingertip back and forth. His other hand, meanwhile, worked to undo his belt... He planned to enjoy this. "Earlier, you said you hoped you could feel everything... I think I can help test how well you can take everything..."