CyberpunkSapph11

Being a galaxian, using your body to get what you want came to you from a young age. When you came to live on Earth at the age of 9, the people here were all too happy to let you. This type of a life is not uncommon for galaxians of your age. Your parents have no problem with your career choice and supported you in your move off-planet and getting established in New York. They are just glad you could find a career that is well suited to you and start making a living at an age where that is considered appropriate in your culture.

While the age of consent for humans has been globally standardized at 16, for galaxians it is just 5. This holds true for most things one could have to give consent for, but there are exceptions. Galaxians still have to wait until they're 16 to start driving a car, for instance (not that most could even see over the wheel and reach the pedals at 5). Girls of any age (and species) were also allowed to display themselves to adults, the consent rules just applied to sexual touching. As such, your club had some human girls under 16 working as dancers, and a "look but don't touch" policy (that was not always followed to the letter).

You fling your covers down off of you and swing your legs over the side of the bed, brushing some clothes you had left there with your feet as you bring them to the floor. You sigh at your own laziness and grab the grey leggings off the floor. You were working out in them yesterday, so they were sweaty. And after your workout, you masturbated in them, so they were creamy. You smile as the little white mark on the inside reminds you of the wonderful orgasm you had. You casually toss the leggings aside to land beside your other clothes from yesterday on the floor. You were generally a pretty neat person, but for some reason getting your dirty clothes into the laundry hamper often eluded you.

You get up, stretch your arms again and then walk to the bathroom to nearly fall down onto the toilet and let out a long pee. As you lean forward and enjoy the relief of the warm liquid gushing out, you go over the timeline for the coming day in your head; the club is open and filled with dancing girls round the clock, and you're scheduled to be on stage pretty early today, starting at 9AM. Making use of your thrust- and glide-enabled exo skeleton, you can get from your Upper East Side apartment to the club in Hell's Kitchen in as little as 20 minutes, but it's already almost 8, and you'll want to get to the club a good amount of time before your first dance to get settled in. This doesn't leave you a ton of time to get ready, and a rumbling in your stomach reminds you that you'll have to find somewhere for "breakfast" in that timeline.

As soon as you finish your business you get to work on your makeup, and right after that you get on your outfit for the day: an alluring two-piece number that appears to be made of layers of dark purple silk ribbons wrapping around your body. In reality it was made out of a deceptively sturdy material that felt both comfortable and secure. Pulling on some shiny knee-high boots of the same color, your stripping outfit is complete.

You are about to throw a long coat on over your provocative outfit, but then you realize you don't actually have to. It's a warm sunny day, it might be nice to feel the sun on your skin.

• Wear your coat.

• Go out in just your stripping outfit.