A slingshot bikini

King hands Scarlett a mess of neon orange colored string loosely connecting three patches of stretchy material with holes in it. She slowly figures out how the sling bikini untangles, wiggling her finger tentatively through the hole her nipples will be poking through once she puts it on. She frowns as she begins trying to put the thing on and tie it around her slim young body.

"Won't I be a bit.... exposed like this? I don't want people staring...." Scarlett says anxiously, as she lines up her pert nipples through the holes.

"Nonsense! You'll be overdressed if anything already." King says. He looks at Scarlett Johansson's disbelieving face, awkwardly trying to cover her nipples and pussy at the same time in the tiny new outfit. He pulls out another couple of pieces of clothing, an extremely short tank top and a pair of jean shorts barely bigger than a pair of panties. "I guess you can put these on too if you really want."

Scarlett examines the new items. The white tank top with sleeves seemed fairly normal, if not way too short, so she quickly puts it on; noticing only afterwards the words "Worthless Whore" in the red letters using the same script as her bowl, and that it only comes down over half of her nipples anyway, showing off the underside of her firm tits. She groans at this, but the shorts are even worse. They both spend a minute trying to remove the two dildos from it, so she can wear them without popping her cherry to do so, but they are sewn in with the intention of never being removed. Scarlett decides she'll just have to cover her bare pussy with her hands as she walks.

She ends up looking a bit like the character 'Leeloo' from The Fifth Element in her iconic costume, if she wore a shorter shirt with "Worthless Whore" on it; over the top of a skinnier version of the hole covered orange sling, not to mention no pants to speak of. King manages to dig up a pair of tight fitting stiletto heels, forcing her to hold firmly onto his arm to keep her balance in the unsteady shoes, as they begin walking out his office door.

She quickly notices Burgerking wasn't lying about her being overdressed as they walk through the lobby and out the front door of the building into the street. Nearly every woman they pass by seems to be completely naked, only covered in what appears to be a thin coating of baby oil, bizarrely ending at a sharp line at their wrists and neck, leaving their head and hands the only part of their uncovered bodies not glistening alluringly in the bright sun. They stare at her oddly as she walks unsteadily beside him, arm in arm, feeling like a cheap, drunk escort in her strange outfit.

She expected to see the bustling insanity of a futuristic cityscape outside, with flying cars whizzing by neon-covered skyscrapers and people with jetpacks taking off and landing casually on top of them; but everything seems like a relatively normal city from her time in the simulation, with only a few key differences.

The most notable difference is obviously the people, women especially, as they are almost all extraordinarily attractive, shiny, nude, former celebrities, a few of which Scarlett manages to recognize, some with sex toys poking out of their holes as they walk. She doesn't spot a single woman much older than her mid thirties, and the men appear to be genetically modified to get the best possible results out of their innate genetics, all looking like muscled, bronzed Adonises.

The second most notable difference to the type of city Scarlett is used to are the strange terrestrial cars driving through the streets, with no one at the wheel. The vehicles themselves appear to be little more than square glass boxes with doors on either side, sitting on top of a thick platform containing all the components powering the electric motor inside. Many of the passing cars have people inside, engaged in some manner of sexual intercourse, often with a celebrity's big breasts flattened against the glass walls while they cling to straps hanging from the ceiling, getting railed from behind. Their moans from inside replace the loud gasoline engine noise as the electric vehicles pass silently by.

One of the boxes stops in front of them, shortly after King pokes a button on his phone requesting a driverless Luber. Some of his virtue points are deducted along with a few cents from his bank account as they open the tall glass door and step inside. Luber was the result of the hostile take over of Lyft by Uber during the Corporate Wars, mercilessly slaughtering their employees and shareholders, then taking part of their name with all of their business. Now they own almost every car in the city.

She goes to sit down in one of the two bucket seats towards the back of the platform, but King remains standing and holding on to one of the straps hanging from above, so she stands awkwardly beside him in her heels. Scarlett can still see everyone around the car and they all can see her, but none of them seem to be staring, making her more at ease.

Burgerking's hand reaches down and cups Scarlett Johansson's firm ass, as the car automatically begins taking them towards his house in the outskirts of the city. She jumps but makes no move to stop him, the lingering effects of her bottle of water still making her interested in partaking in this strange new world around her. Scarlett shifts uncomfortably as he begins poking the tip of an unlubricated finger at the entrance of her tight, unused asshole.

"You know, it's gonna be a long trip. There's no reason we can't at least try some anal real quick..." King says, pressing deeper.

Scarlett Johansson writhes in lustful anticipation as she realizes what he plans to do with her.