Zero

Emily knew full well that dressing so provocatively would turn heads. And not just from the hotel manager she'd asked directions, nor the contemptuous sideways glances from passers-by she'd received as she walked down the street. No, she'd wanted people to look at her, but the people she hoped to impress were all waiting in the bar two blocks from her hotel.

Heads turned when she entered the bar, but this time it was from men drinking her in, not pedestrians questioning her morals. But she cared little for what they had thought. She knew full well that while she had walked a tightrope; she was unlikely to be arrested. And, as it was her last night in this town, she knew she would never have to cross paths with any of these people again.

Finding a comfortable couch, Emily sat perpendicular to the seat and, lazing comfortably on her left side, pulled her leg up onto the seat beneath her whilst her right dangled on the floor below. Her head supported by her forearm, she cast her gaze around the room and smiled her best half smile. She hoped that would make her appear approachable because she was looking to spend her last night in this town enjoying some male company.

It didn't take long for a suitable suitor to approach. Tall, physically fit, handsome, Emily thought he would make a fine companion for wherever the rest of her evening took her. He only now had to do the bare minimum to seal the deal and showing the required amount of confidence he began.

"Excuse me Miss? Are you alone?" Emily smiled and said yes. He asked if she'd like company and then ordered her a drink. Continuing, he said, "I couldn't help but notice, and I just wanted to say that you have the most perfect vulva I have ever seen."

She smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment." Casting her eyes down over his frame, she said, "Both of them."

"Oh this," Brad said, looking at his erect penis, "You are welcome. It would be insulting not to be hard looking at your emulation. I don't think I've ever seen anything as well projected. It's so symmetrical, and the way your outer lips separate from the inner. They frame your clit perfectly."

Emily smiled again and bade him sit. "I bet you say that to all the girls."

As he lowered himself down next to her, she watched his thigh muscles flex and his ramrod hard tool throb and glow. As if reading her mind, he said, "I'll be honest. I'm projecting at 1.5 tonight. I hope you don't mind, but anything less these days makes it difficult to meet people. Personally, I'd rather be at 1.0. I'm kind of traditional."

Clinking glasses, she said, "Me too. So, tell me something interesting about you other than your ability to flatter women."

"It's not flattery, it's just the truth. I'd love to know what you did to your settings. Are you running a high wave-rate? I mean, your breasts are stunning! They are teardrops with volume. I've never seen their equal."

"You certainly know how to make a girl feel special," she teased, moving to cover her breasts.

"Oh, I didn't mean to offend. I'm sure your 1.0 is perfect."

Emily swotted his thigh with a playful hit to let him know she was teasing. She took care to linger briefly and let her fingertips trail before she let him go. His reaction was instant, his penis throbbing visibly, almost to the point of pain.

Wincing, he said, "I also know that any man projecting at 2.0 or 2.5 will run dry within an hour. Often, you'll see their emulations flicker as they go out of phase. I like to run as close to standard as possible to conserve my batteries."

She knew that was a rehearsed line, but it still had his desired effect. Her stomach fluttered and a trickle of moisture seeped onto the couch below.

"Actually, I was surprised to see you emulating when you first walked in. Everyone else pauses in the vestibule to switch from opaque. I've even seen some older folks wearing their LycrX go straight to the bathrooms, then come back projecting. It's kind of funny to watch, but I suppose they didn't grow up with projections like us."

Despite her enthusiasm to move the conversation on to her hotel, Emily couldn't help interjecting. "I think I read somewhere that people only started wearing LycrX skins-I think they called them-about fifty years ago. I couldn't think of anything more restricting than skin tight body suits all day long."

"I agree," Brad said. "Though I heard that they were an enormous improvement on what our grandparents would have worn. They had to wear heavy extra layers in the winter just to stay warm. LycrX, for all its faults, could at least regulate body temp. Though the worst part was that the whole world saw it as the way forward, yet within twenty years everyone had switched to using projectors. They could obscure, regulate and eventually emulate," he said, smiling as he cast his eyes over Emily's breasts and hairless crotch once again. "The whole cloth-in industry collapsed overnight. People lost everything!"

As fun as this was, Emily was keen to get Brad to hit on her so said, "So what's a girl gotta do to get some action around here?"

Fit to burst, he swallowed and said, "Nothing. I'm ready when you are. But I can I know one thing first?"

"Sure, ask away."

"What are you emulating at? I don't care, I just want to know."

"Well, I told you I'm old-fashioned, didn't I?"

Brad nodded.

Emily smiled, "Zero."

"You mean 1.0?" He asked hopefully.

"No, zero."

"I don't understand."

Emily laughed at his inadvertent compliment. "Brad silly, I'm naked!"