<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5c/SwitchSmall.jpg)<br/>Switch (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1EW7kMex5ArfjHNlqslE-TGlRPPr5fcQ_kDeSBKkktvY)<br/></div>A soy-pizza didn't take long to bake, although "print" was closer to the right word. Touristville was full of takeaway joints selling food with just the right combination of quality and sleaziness to excite the tourists. Switch placed an order for a large soyerroni pizza with extra soy-cheese, but at least the dough was mostly made from actual wheat. By the time she arrived at the pizzeria, their order was ready, and was soon strapped to the back of her motorbike as she sped away again.<br/><br/>She soon arrived at the Mafia-owned apartment building they called home, and sent her bike to the underground parking lot. The front doors slid open in response to a command from her commlink, and the burly Mafia enforcer who doubled as the building's superintendant slapped her ass as she made her way to the elevator. She had made a point of making herself available to as many of her employer's other agents as possible - it always paid to have friends everywhere.<br/><br/>The elevator deposited her on the sixth floor, and their apartment door opened at her Matrix command. As soon as it closed behind her and Temzee, she breathed a sigh of relief. She set the pizza and her handbag down on a side table and issued a series of commands through her commlink. Her wig separated itself from her scalp and fell onto the carpet, revealing short-cropped brown hair. The ties and knots holding up her jumpsuit loosened themselves as well, allowing her to step out of her clothes, leaving her gloriously naked, while Temzee filmed the entire spectacle.<br/><br/>An Evo Proletarian drone trundled up to her, opening and closing its claw grip. "I'm glad you're back, miss," it greeted her in a delightfully polished English accent. "I was beginning to worry. How may I be of service?"<br/><br/>"Good to see you too, Jefferson. Put that pizza in the oven, set it to keep warm," was Switch's first command. "Then put my wig on its stand and run stain removal on my jumpsuit. Lingerie in my bag needs laundering. Put the credstick in the stash, and have my cock ready for when I'm done in the shower."<br/><br/>"At once, miss," said Jefferson, carrying the pizza to the kitchen area of the main living room. While the drone went about its tasks, Switch tended to two more tasks of unloading equipment that was too delicate for Jefferson to handle. First, she pressed her fingers to her eyes and slipped off her smart contact lenses, revealing her actual brown eyes. She placed the lenses in a tiny case in her handbag, where they would be bathed in a special solution that kept them from irritating her eyes.<br/><br/>Second, she cupped her hand over her crotch and issued a neural interface command, and part of her body detached with an audible click. The cyberware in her hand comprised her vagina, clitoris and labia, and she held it delicately as she took it into the bathroom and washed it clean of the residue of the several men who had been inside her that night. Between her legs, there was now a curved plastic panel with two ports for liquids - currently closed - and a socket for transmitting electrical and neural impulses.<br/><br/>Switch set her precious cargo down on its designated holder in the bathroom, and stepped into the shower. They rarely had trouble getting hot water, and fortunately tonight was no exception. She closed her eyes and let the water cascade down her body, washing it free of the grime and stench of her night's work. There was a time when being covered in such things would have bothered her, but now it was just an inconvenience, one more thing to wash away.<br/><br/>She ran her fingers through her short hair, giving it a gentle rinse with shampoo to clear away sweat and oil. Her hands then moved down her body, soaping up every nook and cranny and letting the hot water cleanse it all. Temzee wasn't allowed in the bathroom for fear of the steam damaging its propeller, but there were enough cameras in the room for her watchers to get a good show. Indeed, two people had logged onto her live feed after receiving the alert that she was in the shower, and were making helpful suggestions for what she should wash next.<br/><br/>Switch paid vague attention to the messages, enough to give them what they wanted to see and solicit a few extra nuyen in donations, but her main focus was on the footage from Rave's performance. Being in the Boss's employ gave her a few perks, and one of them was access to the camera feeds from Club Steam. She gave a gasp of admiration when she saw the beginning of Rave's show, her eyes tracing the curves of her glowing, practically nude body. Of course she was intimately familiar with Rave's curves, but seeing her like this was a special treat.<br/><br/>She moved her hands down to fondle herself as she watched the show and hot water cascaded over her body, until she remembered that she didn't have any genitals at the moment. Instead, she returned to the task of getting herself clean, and settled for twisting her own nipples as a way of releasing the arousal she felt from the spectacular show. She knew she was lucky to have Rave as a lover, roommate and friend. "This is amazing!" she moaned, sending her words as a voicemail to Rave. "You always come alive when the music plays, don't you, honey? I bet everyone on that dance floor wanted a piece of my hot little witch."<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Jefferson waited patiently outside the bathroom door, with Switch's other set of cyber-genitals clutched in its claw - a penis of impressive length and modest girth, currently flacid, with attached balls. This was a not unusual scenario for this apartment of an evening, really.