The Pantheon, high class strip club

“So what kind of salary are we talking about here, would the Pantheon be in the budget...” you ask slyly.

Barry looks at you sideways, apprehensive but you can tell he’s mulling it over.

“.....Alright, what the hell. I can afford 2 drinks, and one lap dance for you, but that’s it. You’ll have to get your own credit slips for the girls on the pole.”

“You sir are a scholar and a gentleman, and if I ever get rich I promise to return the favor tenfold,” you say aristocratically.

Barry laughs and shakes his head, “I know you mean it, but I won’t hold you to it.”

“Lets go grab some high price doctor enhanced titites!”

“Not grab, look, John, I don’t have money for that...” Barry warns.

“I’ll be on my best behavior, I promise,” you place your hand over you heart and give a mock look of sincerity.

Barry looks at you skeptically, “Come on, before I change my mind.”

He walks, you almost skip in the direction of Pantheon’s red light area.

The mag lift up to the 35th floor gives you an amazing view of the city, gleaming chrome, modern curves and poly-glass dominate the architecture closest in your vision. As you look further out it slowly transitions into more proletariat materials and functional design. Nothing like the poor neighborhoods of the 20th & 21st centuries, but it still illustrates the financial gulf between citizens.

You and Barry step out of the elevator into a completely white room, floor to ceiling, front to back. It’s like your in the waiting room for heaven, some would say you are.... Behind the front desk is standing the sexiest female robot, in your opinion, that can be produced with current android technology.

Perfect feminine proportions, matte chrome skin. She is completely bald but with the facial structure and body type of a supermodel. You can tell because the oval of her face is the one section of her skin, that is flesh toned. The attendant stands with hands by her side, head tilted slightly down, waiting for you to approach.

Once you step within a few feet of the counter she immediately shifts into action, head tilting up, torso raising, chest and butt extending almost to the posture of a ballerina. She wears no makeup, but her lips are naturally a rosy pink, her eyes custom job. Instead of a retina, her eyes look like an LED array, at two feet away you can just make out the pixels.

“Welcome to the Pantheon gentleman, where our guests are treated like Gods!”

Her voice isn’t electronic, it was professionally voiced, and sexy as hell. Deep and alluring with all the right emotional emphasis. The problem is that although her mouth movements are very close to being believable, the uncanny human ability to pick out incongruities in the faces of others, tells you she’s not human . You can just barely tell she projects the words as opposed to speaks them, despite her mouth being anatomically correct. She still looks fucking amazing. She may have no nips, but her breasts look just as good as the real thing and move slightly with her motions, she even simulates breathing.

“Tonight is your lucky night gentlemen, It’s 2 for one night. 2 for 1 entry, 2 for 1 lap dances, even 2 for 1 drinks and VIP access is half off.”

I looked at Barry like a child on Christmas Day, he refused to look back, he didn’t need to see the expression on my face.

“Two for regular entry please...so I guess one.”

You deflate a little but are still thrilled of course.

Barry swipes his credit chip across the payment pad and the white wall behind the attendant creases a seam directly down the middle as vapor begins to fill the air. The room fades into a shade of red and as the wall in front of you slowly turns translucent the oh so familiar sound of strip club music increases in volume to its peak level.

You and Barry look at each other, a huge shit eating grin on each of your faces.

“Please enjoy the Pantheon gentleman,” the attendant says as the now translucent wall slowly parts to admit you entrance, “If there’s anything I can do to make your stay more enjoyable, please let me know.” She specifically turns her head toward you and projects a wink onto her LED eye. You smile and Barry pushes you through the door.