Exotic Striptease
(Continued on from #The Reprogramming)
Her robotic screen curves to deliver a wider view. Far more coverage than a human ever could. But the cameras within Chun-Li’s prosthetic eyes have lenses developed to provide the highest quality image while improving the visibility of the area. She has numerous other functions to sense for things outside of her range. But she heavily relied on the video feed directly from the cameras. She was in her quarters, which didn’t amount to much. There was a recharging pod where she ‘sleeps’. Perhaps not the most accurate word to describe her powered off state. She had a small desk with a computer. It was largely just a leftover from when this room was an office. She was only taken over recently after all. And an argument was made that it could be useful to have a desktop in case she ever needed to connect to it. But it was clear that was just an excuse to not have to move it. It's not like the robot would care anyway. Besides that, there was little else in the grey, deselite little room. And that was fine by her. Colourful decorations or recreational activities couldn't entertain her. She couldn't really be entertained at all. Instead her programming is singularly fixated on her current assignment and providing the best service possible. And at times like this where nothing is required of her, she instead fills her day with more passive forms of upkeep. Spending extra time in the charging pod using her computer to review previous recordings of battles or the like in order to mark potential improvements. Running every type of diagnostic she can. The more complicated the computer and the machinery, the more likely something small will fail. And a small failure can become significant in a matter of no time.
Right now she instead is sitting on the floor, with her arm piece disconnected from her body. The Shadaloo scientists take great care to maintain upkeep, and she even has an appointment after her next mission to do her weekly check-up. But she has made a habit of properly stress testing her parts to prevent any stiffness. This means she spends a lot of her day rotating her arms in complete 360 degree circles, slowly changing the angle from upright to straight out to the side. She then does this with her neck, torso, legs, any joint that has spherical connections. It largely does not result in much of a change. But she ran the numbers at the 0.07% chance of aiding her in the future is more useful than anything else she can do alone while waiting for orders.
On the corner of her screen, a new notification popped up. Alerting her that she is required in the briefing room within 5 minutes to receive her next mission. She uses her maps of the Shadaloo base to find the optimal route towards her target location in a timely manner. Accounting for the social courtesies that have been programmed into her. Without them, she would be full charge sprinting through the halls whenever she needs to go somewhere. There are numerous considerations the scientists had to implement into Chun-Li. The only downside to absolute devotion towards the given objective is that it doesn't allow for much wiggle room in cases such as this. Her programming is by no means simplistic. But certain black and white decisions were made with her where they might usually not be, to ensure her effectiveness.
She walks down the halls, passing many personnel. Scientists, Soldiers, grunt workers. All sorts meet her in the hall. Giving her looks. A lot of them are still not exactly used to seeing Chun-Li within their halls. She previously worked for Interpol, one of Shadaloos primary enemies and biggest pursuers. But they had taken over and reprogrammed her into being a Shadaloo soldier. But many of them were still nervous, whether for good reason or just baseless accusations. She struts by, and she is aware of the glances she gets. Her programming limits certain routes of thinking. Not allowing her to second guess orders, consider her previous life, all sorts of things. She is not brainless, but she is a complete puppet for Shadaloo. So she pays no mind to the lingering glances she receives. She arrives at the briefing room. She is 3 minutes and 26 seconds early according to her internal clock. The margin of error is about 15 seconds given that different clocks can be on slightly different timers if set internally rather than externally. She constantly runs through all of these kinds of considerations towards her orders to be exact and perfect in their executions. Once the rest of the men arrive, she is informed of her next mission. A fairly simple espionage mission in order to find and destroy some information that may have leaked from Shadaloo. She is told in nauseating detail every bit of information they have on the case. Each word is carefully considered, recorded and adapted in Chun-Li’s mind. The meeting ends and she hops aboard her motorcycle and leaves.
The squeal of her tires can be heard at headquarters as she arrives by the end of the day. She has successfully completed the mission given to her, and in a considerably faster time frame then what was originally imagined. The intended mission time was 2-4 days. However Chun-Li’s computer was able to determine who the leaker was due to some evidence she had gained before even receiving the orders. Evidence that was not reported due to it seeming innocuous at the time. She is praised for her swift and effective work. However, in the ensuing fight, some of her red costume is damaged. She is instructed to visit the department which is in charge of such things. On her way there, she recognises the same looks she is all too familiar with. She enters the room confidently. If a lack of social awareness or shame can be considered confident. “Ah, yes we were expecting you. Show us the extent of the damage” The man closest to her says. Chun-li nods affirmatively and starts rattling off information on the exact tears and holes, due to what sort of weaponry, and any other relevant details. “Hm… this will take at least a day or two to deal with” He says, as he makes his way over to a storage locker. “Wear this until we have fixed it.” He instructs her. The outfit given to her is one that resembles her old Interpol one. But she notices a marked difference in the material, allowing for improved defensive capabilities. She nods and begins to stirp out of the outfit. Slowly peeling off the latex like material, her black spiked cuffs. Her underwear that had been designed in accordance to her lead supervisor's sexual interests. Then she starts to put on the other outfit. The underwear includes a blue lace bra, as well as a matching blue G-string. They tightly hug her body, providing an ample view of both her chest and her ass. She then slides on long, blue pantyhose. Though they are not see-through remotely, and are made out of a more synthetic material than nylon. Finally she dawns a chinese inspired dress. One of the two sides has a flowery pattern in white, the other matches the blue of the rest of her outfit. Luckily the dress does very little to impede her movement. The only downside is the hanging cloth in front of her. But it's nothing she can’t deal with. She had just grown accustomed to her full body skin tight suit. “You should head to conference room B. I believe they want you to record the meeting for them” He says as she begins to leave.
She walks into the same mission briefing room as before and takes the same seat that she has each and every time she has been in this room. She waits in a passive state, doing nothing until there is something to activate her. Some stimulation or further orders. A few men waltz into the room, holding paper cups of coffee. Chun-li’s thermal sensors see the almost dangerous temperatures some of the fresher cups are at. She had piped up about it at previous meetings, annoying the men around her. She was ordered not to alert them about their coffee anymore. She did as they told her to. Finally they all sit down and begin the meeting.
Firstly they go through some more mundane administrative stuff. Chun-Li absorbs the information. Making complicated and in depth meeting notes for everyone to reference later the whole way through. “Alright, that will do for now. Chun-Li, send that information to the local data centres as usual.” The man at the head of the table says, sifting through the few papers he brought. “Affirmative sir.” She replies. “Oh and by the way, you are wanted in training room C. There are a couple scientists there. Can’t tell if they wanted to actually do testing or just wanted some fun with you. Not like you have the brain to care.” He says as he walks out of the room. Chun-Li hears his comment but as it contains no vital info, it is simply placed in her memory bank and not given any scrutiny. He was absolutely right.
She makes her way to the training room, and finds a small group of scientists discussing something. Due to her robotically improved hearing, she can hear each and every detail, but it contains no relevant information. One of them notices she arrives and waves her over. She examines the room as she walks towards them. It is a standard training room with little to no equipment out. The only stand out item is a large pole attached from the floor to the ceiling. She steps to one of the men facing her. “Ah, hello there Chun-li. Some of the workers here have been a little uncomfortable with you. They still aren't used to you being on our side.” He informs her. “I am sorry sir. What are my orders to rectify this?” Chun-Li replies. “Well that's a good question, it's actually why we brought you here. We have most of the active scientists assigned to you here that still feel a little awkward. Do you recognise them?” He asks. “Yes. Dr. Howell co manages my spatial awareness AI, Dr. Jones developed the schematics for my right leg, Dr. Michael-” She begins to drone on, before being cut off. “Yes, yes, yes, we understand, you don’t need to list them all out.” He says, slightly frustrated. “In order to make everyone more comfortable with you, we thought it would be a good idea if you did some favours for us~” He says with a slight grin. “A dance!” One of the more nervous scientists behind him pipe up. “Yes, a dance. Your instructions are to do an exotic dance for us right now.” He says. “Understood,” Chun-Li says.
She backs up a little bit to give them some space. The scientists scramble out a little bit so each of them can get a clear view of her. As she walks to position, she quickly searches the internet and downloads millions of examples for exotic dance moves. Then her advanced AI jumbles them together, and adds new flourishes to make it sufficiently exciting and entertaining for the men. She grasps her hands together and does a slight bow. A habit long ingrained in her mind, that was too tiring to get rid of. Then she began.
Her arms snap out to each side, creating a striking pose. She then raises one as she lowers the other, and begins to sway her hips to an imagined beat. But the exact precision of each and every movement creates a mesmerising experience for the viewers in front of her. They can feel each tick of an imagined metronome. The melody of a song they can not hear. Chun-Li’s body is filled with tiny mechanisms. Little pistons, gears, wires, all of which moving together to exactly move her hips the most visually pleasing way. She begins to rotate her torso, as her arms move up and down. It resembles a carousel, with the general circular movement, and vertically within. The men watch in awe as her body moves in this unique, inhuman way. All with the traces of humanity within dance. A perfect symbol of Chun-li herself. The deeply humanistic practice of dance, contrasted with her absolute robotic perfection and impossible rotation only allowed by her hidden mechanical physique.
She transitions gracefully from that repeated movement into a more dynamic step and place movement, almost in the style of capoeira. Her arms gently wave around in this martial art- like dance. It also seems partly inspired by taichi, another style within this greater aesthetic. However her arms move beyond the bounds of what human cartilage and joints. Instead her rounded spherical shoulders and elbows can move completely free. Her arms move, completely ignoring the implications of her visual biology. She takes careful and slow steps, her hips and torso moving as if a leaf in the breeze. It is a contemplative dance, once that draws so much together in a way to create a peaceful energy. But just as the room begins to tire of this, Chun-li jumps out of complacency. She draws her spread out form back into a tighter stance. She swiftly shifts the top half of her outfit, a chinese styled dress bound together at her chest and by her collar. So she is able to lift the dress due to its parting in the cloth near her legs. She flips it over her shoulder to reveal her stomach. It stays comfortably out of the way. Now she is left with her blue skin tight pants, and the fabric hanging now behind her. She raises her arms, similarly to the beginning of the dance. But instead she begins to gyrate her stomach, mimicking the style of Indian belly dancing. The synthetic skin she has gently giggles as if there is fat and tissue behind it. Not the cold steel, carbon, wires and robotics that make up her form. Her arms swing around, she twirls with a delightful glee, and continues to move her stomach in that rhythmic and pleasing way. Finally, she sweeps the dress back into place, and ends the parade of different styles of exotic dances with something considered the epitome of passionate dance. All the while being markedly more seductive. She quickly assumes a stance, holding one arm in front of her, and one arm above. An instantly recognisable starting position for salsa dancing. She quickly begins to move her feet, a flurry of steps and touches. She sways from spot to spot, keeping an upbeat rhythm all the while. Salsa usually used long frilly dresses, so Chun-Li had to improvise without one. She instead used the flicking and flourishing of her arm to emulate such things. It also meant she had nothing to cover herself with, so many moves left the men staring at spread legs and long looks at her ass. She leans in and shakes her chest, her breasts fighting against the bra they are restrained in underneath her clothing. Her arms move in mesmirizing ways, often snapping to new directions, and making big round arcs impossible with humans single hinged joints. Instead she keeps her arms almost always in motion, spinning in large circles at her elbow or her shoulder. Using the spherical joints to create a grand and impressive performance. She builds in speed and excitement, the whole room eagerly watching each move. Staring at her long legs as they kick and step. Her ass gripped by her skin tight pants. Finally she dips her body low to the ground, speeding her rotation and movement faster and faster. Until she rises up all at once, ending with her arms in the air. She gives a little wink, and then stops. She saw numerous videos in her visual database of winking, but never truly understood its purpose. She made an educated guess that it fit in this context, and luckily none of the men seem off put. Quite the opposite in fact.
“Bravo! That was incredible Chun-Li! We appreciate the show. But we still have a lot of time, and I don’t see why we should end things here. How about next you give us a strip tease~” The man says with a devilish grin. “We have set up this lovely pole for you here, so feel free to use it” He adds. Chun-Li’s processors run wild, taking in this new information and adapting it into perfect actionable steps for her to take. She waltzes over, and places her hand on the pole. She waits for a moment, palpating the strength and structural support the pole has. Once satisfied that it can sufficiently hold her weight, she then considers what moves would be too taxing on the pole. Quickly she determines a list of viable and non-viable moves, then gets to work. The men don’t have time to speculate on her thoughts. Due to the lightning quick processing, they don’t even notice the time she spent touching the pole before getting started. Her computer is too advanced to allow processing like that to register to humans. She uses her speakers to blast some music into the room for her routine.
After taking a firm grip, she leans towards the pole and allows herself to fall. Using her grip to stabilise herself, she swivels on the spot. She swings to the other side of the pole, hanging at a 45 degree angle, and looking at the men. She wraps the leg not holding herself up around the pole and does another swing. She ends up back on the same side she started, but now using her legs strength to cling to the pole. Her upper body is completely free. She slowly and smoothly revolves around the pole, and uses her arms to remove the top button of her dress, forming a collar around her neck. She slows once more, and as she dangles off of the side of the pole, the men see as her dress droops a little lower than usual, not being held up by the button. Now considerably more of her cleavage is viewable. She takes a stance and does a small strut around the pole. The men stare in awe as they get a good long look of her ass jiggling with each step. They know that some of them, or some of their co-workers, spent so much time monitoring her body. Taking every measurement, recording every data point. Trying to understand exactly how Interpol made her synthetic skin so that they can replace it in case she ever gets damaged. But being able to see it motion, in this tantalising way. Her strong legs take confident steps as she walks a full circle. When she returns to face the men, she bends down, places her ass against the pool and slowly raises it up before returning to an upright position. Some of the men end up cheering, which only invigorates the group as a whole. She wraps both of her legs around the pole, catches herself and hangs upside down. She then spreads her legs fully, creating a dazzling image. Her dress folds over, dangling just next to her face as she holds herself in place. And the ever enticing centre between her legs is just barely obscured by the pole. But some can barely see past and see her blue body suit cling quite closely to her privates.
She then places her feet back and on the floor. She is still holding on to the pole. But her arms are completely rotated backwards, as she stands in front of the pole and facing the men. She then leaps up, keeping hold. Her arms and wrists freely rotate as she moves, and she uses her foot to hook on to the pole, now having reversed her position. She faces away from the men, her hands near the middle of the pole and her legs near the top. Her legs and glutes are tensed, providing a strong, clearly defined outline of her ass in her bodysuit, as she begins to slide down the pole. Her foot is wrapped around the back of the pole to keep her in place. And the other leg moves down and bends. It further accentuates her ass, providing the best view for the men. She begins to slowly move down the pole, letting them take it all in. But letting them know that their view has a timer. She creeps further and further down, until there are mere centimetres between her hands and the floor. She then kicks off of the pole and swings down. Her hands stay attached to the pole and she rotates her legs all the way around. Dazzling moves. It stops just as quickly as it starts, and her feet touch the floor. She is squatting, facing the men once again. Her legs spread, letting them all properly see the vague imprint of her pussy in her bodysuit. Her arms are still bent backwards, but she finally lets go. They raise from her back, to over her head, and settle in the normal spot arms should be. She turns around, her hands finding their way back to the pole as they have so many times. She bends over, and starts to throw her ass back for the men. She knew from her internet database just how popular this move was. And the ensuing roar from the crowd of scientists informs her that her assessment is correct. They watch as the simulated fat in her ass jiggles with each movement. She then swivels around to be facing the men. She pulls her chest in and slowly performs a grinding motion against the pole. The excitement in the room is rising as the type of moves escalate.
Now, she finally places a single finger on the right side of her top. Gently peeling it off, until more and more of her bra underneath is revealed. After a second of teasing, she tosses the full thing off to the side. She has a matching blue bra underneath her dress, tightly hugging her chest. Keeping her breasts in place. She straddles the pole once more, slowly singing from one side to another. She holds her body nice and close, and only lets the men see occasional glimpses at her now considerably more exposed chest. She does an extravagant twirl, placing her hands near the bottom of the pole and swinging her legs over herself. They coil and turn around the pole before she lands again, bent over facing away from the men. She takes a nice, long time to move upright. The routine continues for a nice long time. Music pounding, the men yelling and wooing, and her gratifying dance all together creating quite the strip club environment. Eventually, giving in to the cheers of the men, Chun-Li faces away, with her head craned over her neck. Well not exactly craned, since there is no resistance or struggle to look over. Her neck is on a swivel, and she is free to spin her head around if she so pleases. Her hands rotate around 180 degrees, and begin to slowly and meticulously undo her bra strap. Once it is released, she slowly slides the bra away and tosses it to the side. Her back is plainly exposed, leaving the men begging for her to turn around. She does, but quickly rotates her arms at each of the joins to put it back in front of her, and covers her nipples. Her hand gently sinks into her breast where she is holding them. She begins to lean backwards, grabbing onto the pole to sustain her wait. She moves until her whole body is at an angle, and swings around. She spins faster and faster, and moves her hand to use both to maintain her grip. It's hard to see anything in detail in the rush of motion. But much to the crowd's delight, she slows down and they are able to get a good long look at her exposed chest.
Her dance continues, now a little more reserved as the weight of her tits swing with each move. They are nice and perky, but the size leaves some dangling in certain positions. They pleasantly bounce and jiggle as she firmly struts around. Some of the men feel frustrated not being able to tip her by placing some bills between her breasts. Next, she places her fingers between her skin and her blue, latex-y pantyhose and starts to lower them. They see the matching blue G-string underneath. Due to her lack of any personal opinion over her outfit, she was often instructed to wear more sexually driven underwear as it would do little to hinder her. And do a lot to aid her in these sorts of situations. The cloth slides down, slowing at the roundness of her ass. It presses into the simulated fat of her butt, until it finally slips down past it, and her ass is in full view. She takes apparent delight in stripping off every inch of the clothing. Though due to the nature of it, it takes a while to remove all of it so a little boredom does appear in the men's minds. In order to make it up to them, Chun-Li has some moves in mind. Ones that are improved by this complete lack of an outfit.
She hops up onto the pole, her hands almost touching the ceiling as she clutches it. She holds one leg out and wraps herself around the pole with the other. She slides down the pole, making a full rotation over and over again as she makes her way to the bottom. The men have a full view of her bare ass, her underwear barely constituting clothing with how little it covers. They can just barely get a glimpse of her pussy against the pole. But it's gone in such a sudden it's hard to say if they ever saw it in the first place. She makes it to the bottom, but before releasing her hands, she presses off of the floor with her foot. Her arms stay in place as she flips over, being used as a rotational point. Now once again upside down, she keeps her crotch to the pole and slides down a little further to the floor in a full spread eagle. Her ass cheeks pressing against each other. Providing an exciting picture all together. She swings her legs around in almost a breakdancing style before she meets the floor in perfect splits. The teasing is driving the men all crazy. They are loving the show, and the tents in their jeans is not the only evidence.
She continues her dizzying dance, now the sexuality of her moves at the forefront. All of her motors, gears, pneumatics and pistons work together to emulate the humanistic movement of dance. And the humanistic fixation on sexual desire. Her ass flings out every couple seconds. Her pussy is plainly visible in some positions, as the cloth of the G-string does little to cover it. Her breasts happily exposed, she continues her strip dance. She spins around the pole, utilising her spherical joints more and more as she continues. Her arm bends in impossible directions to keep her body up and moving. She springs off of the floor to reach the top of the pole. She grabs onto it and brings her knees close to her chest. She flips over and over, her legs fitting between the space of her arms. Her arms remain perfectly still as she moves between them, until she breaks apart and lands on the floor climatically. Rather than panting, or beads of sweat dripping down her brow, she is perfectly still. Almost expressionless besides a slight smile. Largely implemented to prevent her from looking too off putting when not actively displaying emotion. She does a quick bow, clasping her hands together in the way her human body did so many times so long ago. Mimicking the beginning of the whole performance to signify its end.
“That was absolutely incredible. Thank you very much Chun-Li.” The lead scientist says once more. Chun-Li is happy to hear this. Well, not happy. She doesn’t feel emotions in that way. But her AI is trained with a positive response module to keep her programming inline. And receiving praise for a task allows her to mark her performance positively, evaluating the data and learning from the experience under that context. “I am sure all of us would love to continue this…” The man says not looking into her eyes, but rather her chest. “But unfortunately we understand you are needed elsewhere, and we have a meeting to attend.” He finishes, doing little to hide his disappointment. “I am glad my execution was acceptable.” Chun-Li says, as she internally reviews her next orders. She is needed in the R&D department for her weekly tune up in exactly 13 minutes and 42 seconds. “Is there anything you need before I leave?” Chun-Li asks plainly.
“Perhaps just take off that G-string for a moment to give us something to think about as we work~” He says, trying to act smooth. He knows she is a robot, but it can be hard to fight those human instincts to appeal to her personality like this. But upon reflecting, he rephrases. “Pose one last time before you get dressed.” He says more plainly. Matching her tone, and the language her computing responds to best. “Understood,” Chun-Li says. She steps out of her G-string, and stands at an angle facing away from them. She twists her ass out and rotates her torso just enough for her chest to also be visible. She then gives a peace sign and a wink, following the data she quickly pulled online for titillating poses. She holds that pose for exactly 10 seconds on the dot before returning to normal. She then joylessly gets dressed one piece of clothing at a time, as the men all sigh. Knowing they have to return to work, and the excitement is over. She starts with her underwear, then the blue pants. And her dress. Once all ready to go, she heads out of the door. Her computer runs an assessment program to learn from the experience. Using the mens reactions in response to different moves to know how to better perform next time. Her computer is always moving, always running, always improving. Always focusing on how to best achieve the task given to her. She struts along the hallway, on to the next objective given to her.
To be continued...