Bella, the underpaid body model

The slender woman strode curtly across the station platform to the man who immediately made himself know to her. His dark suit stood out from the chromes and grey metals clashing with black and pink and pale flesh in the sea of people and cypeople. In his hands, a simple sign--a calling card. 'Bella Riviera Arroyo.'

He was the model's chauffeur, meant to take her back to her agent's office, and then to that of her contractual employer. Although she stood out in the crowd even among the other people adorned with shiny breast, arm and cock upgrades, she did her very best to ignore and subvert it. She didn't match anyone's gaze. Bella just made her way to the driver, and stepped into the waiting car.

The trip she had just returned from went as well as one could hope. Humanitarian aid, they called it. She had traveled to the more rural areas of Nebraska, where safe and clean installation clinics were harder to come by. She showed off her latest model parts, took pictures with some kids, and presented the check from her employers as the benefactor for a new body-modification manufacturer and installer. It went well, so she was told.

But the whole thing had been for Bella. She loved the attention, she loved the support. And she loved the work, too. It was good work, spending her hours that she wasn't modeling providing positive resources and experiences for those parts of the country that weren't as advanced or fortunate as Lincoln. But, it was a strange sensation to her, how even when she was allowed to be herself, when she was accepted for who she was, that Bella still had to pretend to be someone else.

The car stopped, and the chauffeur opened the door on the sidewalk side. Her heels met the damp sidewalk as a tiny stream of sperm fell from the curbside and into the gutters of the road. She hesitantly walked past the couple who had just finished their lovemaking against the car in front of her own, briskly walking into the office building of the American Cy-Talent Agency.

"Oh, Ms. Bella! So happy to see you made it home safe." the secretary at the front desk said. She couldn't help but see that the man sitting in the swivel chair was not, in fact, the secretary. Indeed, she was kneeling in front of that man, having apparently looked up from sucking him off on the model's entry. "Mmrfph! Mr. Hadden is expecting you, you can go on in."

The secretary returned to her oral breakfast at this. As Bella walked by, she tried to peek over the counter at what kind of piece her partner was sporting, but the young woman was deepthroating it like a master--she couldn't even determine whether it was organic or not.

She didn't let her juices flow too far, though. She had a serious face on, and serious words to spout from it. Bella only hoped her agent would be understanding.

As she walked into the glass office of her agent, Barney Hadden, the model was surprised to find him wearing actual pants. "Someone die, Barney?" she said, pointing to his groin and noticeable lack of bulge.

"What? Oh, this." he answered, gesturing as he invited her inside and to one of the chairs in front of his desk. He returned to his seat, holding his tie in place as his ass met the chair. "I have a meeting across town in a few hours, and I can't stand the way my thighs feel on that damn company car seat."

He referred only to his thighs, of course, as from the knees down, Mr. Hadden was a cyborg. A fitness buff and avid jogger, it made sense for him to invest in some sleek kicks to sport around in and keep his energy up, letting him focus better on his core and arm muscles.

"So how'd it go?" he asked. His eyes were still on the monitor on his desk as he finished a few more keystrokes. Then he slid the keyboard aside and crossed his hands, giving Bella his full attention.

"It was fine enough. Everyone was nice and seemed to like it alright." she replied, her eyes wandering as she waited for her chance to speak her mind. She crossed her legs, concealing her mechanical labia, but kept her arms pressed neatly against the sides of her soft, curved, polished bust.

"Good, good. Did they like your new bod'? You know the board is gonna ask." Barney couldn't help but reach out slightly as he gestured toward the model's fully cybernetic torso, but even if she wasn't too far away, he wouldn't have actually touched her.

"They all really liked it, they did." Bella replied genuinely. For the first time this morning, she smiled a wide, authentic grin. "Gosh, all the women were fawning over the new frame, and the little girls loved the way my tummy felt. It was so cute!"

Finally, Barney acknowledged the model's hidden tension. His face shrank just a bit as he let himself become more serious. "I'm sensing a but."

"Well..." she started. "I was hoping I could keep them. Maybe just the breasts? Do you think... do you think that would be ok?" As she spoke, Bella rolled her fingers along and down the curve of her mechanical chest, letting her palms spend a moment centered right over the perfectly circular bare areolas. While it was a little bit for Mr. Hadden's pleasure, she did so mostly out of her own desire. She loved the way they felt, and made her feel. She didn't want to have to give them back again.

"Bella-- Ms. Riviera Arroyo... You signed the contract; you know how the deal works." was all he could bring himself to say.

"I know, but it's just... I'm tired of being so... so not myself. I get why I need to have a modular chest cavity, I do. I'm okay switching between new models and sizes and designs. But can't I just have something to wear all the time?"

She felt a tear roll down her cheek and fall onto her right breast. Even on the cool metal--especially on the cool metal--she felt the salty droplet slide down the gentle curve and to her underboob, before it fell onto the chair.

Barney sighed. "Look, I can call them and talk with them, get the ball rolling for you. I'll let them know you want to potentially start renegotiating the contract. But, I recommend talking to them about it when you see them today. Maybe they will let you keep these ones, but if they don't, I can't guarantee that they'll hold on to you if you start making formal demands."

She looked up, letting just a glimmer of hope show in her eye. "Thank you, Barney, that's all I ask for."

"Is there anything else, Bella?"