Teeth. A name I really didn’t pick but one that picked me. Growing up on the streets of the forsaken cities left me around all kinds of characters. And somehow it became appropriate to name me Teeth. Everywhere I went I was recognized and called by the ill-fitting name. But perhaps it was fitting somehow. 
In any case, it didn’t make me stand out in a crowd. The world I was growing up in was full of obscene and obscure peoples, a name like Teeth wasn’t the strangest thing to hear or see. 
But it did lead people to believe things about me as soon as they heard the name, and often it would deter them from asking certain things from me as I got older. Which was understandable, here in the underbelly of the city life you often are rewarded a name for something you’ve done. Nicknames are prominent and used more than given names, but Teeth was my given name. Often finding out this information put people's fears at ease which sometimes worked to my advantage. Other times their hesitation cost me a job. 
My line of work revolved around being able to get rather intimate and personal with clientele. Seducing them for that small window of time when I can rob them of their precious information or much desired goods. There was always something a person was hiding that needed to see the light of day in the hands of someone trying to be wealthier. Be that dirt or incriminating evidence, I was there to let that information exchange hands. 
Sometimes it wasn’t words, but crystals. Smuggling the precious glowing crystals that plagued our world and cities with its authenticity. If it was pure, unrefined crystal, that was sought out the most by the highest levels of class. The top of the top. Anyone looking for that was likely a corpo trying to use it for their businesses. That stuff was too hot to handle by anyone lower than that really, even I often refused to carry it if the risk was too high. But the easier to smuggle manufactured crystals were a credit a dozen, and those were a lot easier to move. Being caught with a stash of those really didn’t get you much heat, but it was still a risk. 
And that was what made this line of work so exciting. 
The thrill of walking past those chrome buffs-the ALB-really got the adrenaline rushing. The temptation to get railed by one while chalked full of contraband was always so tempting. The chances of getting caught were always fifty/fifty. You either got caught or you didn’t. Simple as that. 
Getting caught was also a gamble at the same time. The Ancient Law Brotherhood were seriously fucked. Metal officers that barely regarded any other life as anything other than guilty. The reputation of arresting and imprisoning anyone at the smallest incursion of the law was their main thing. It was like they got some sort of enjoyment out of locking people up, which seemed like a very likely thing. They were brutes and seemed to love abusing their position of power. 
But that’s what you get when you’re programmed to be like that. The ALB were a force of chromatic cyborgs that pretty much had nothing flesh left inside. All I know is that they barely have brains left inside those metal shells. Could be a rumour to try and make them seem more sympathetic but I’ve never felt that way. To me they are all just braindead bots that are always looking for excuses to arrest. 
And that’s why I love getting on their bad side. Get them a little angry, get them thinking that they are in the right to push you down and loom over you. But then hit them with a truth bomb and show them you’re innocent. Usually you can get a rather… forceful apology from them if you play your cards right. Otherwise they might bind you and leave you for the rats of the street to come and eventually loosen your bonds. Which isn’t a bad thing either. 
In any case, it’s typically better to steer clear of them. Whether you are guilty of crime or not. 
Which is why I am currently avoiding them. 
Peeking around the corner of the street I scanned the alley, hoping that it was free of lawbots and other suspicious onlookers that might alert them. To my relief it smelt rather empty so I ducked into the darker path and walked with a cautious step. 
Being blnd wasn’t so bad, everything in the city gave off rather unique smells and thankfully I was able to have a good sense of smell. But it also came with drawbacks. Sometimes it was hard to smell the roads, or the more inanimate things that were nestled around the city. I did have a display built into the mask I had grafted to my head, which offered a relatively rudimentary visual for me to see with, but it was not as useful as my hearing or smell. Or even touch. It didn’t offer much to see with, mostly just filters of heat, energy and vapours. I often had it shut down when walking about letting me work with my other senses which I found more reliable sometimes. Or at least more comforting. 
At a young age I was blinded by a mutation from a crystal. The neon thing had fallen through the sky from somewhere above right down onto the box I was playing with. It shattered into a fine dust that I inhaled and got in my eye, which gave me an enhanced sense of smell but made my eyes disappear. 
Years later I discovered that crystals were used in transformatives. Their strange and alien powers had many benefits and disadvantages, which were kept to the hands of the rich and the greedy hands of the corporations that ruled the cities. Refined crystals could be made to alter specific parts of the body, or even enhance them. Reduce, remove, all kinds of things. 
But raw, unrefined crystals would do the same along with driving you crazy with lust and strength. Addiction to them would enrage you and a horny frenzy would rule your mind. Apparently there’s some connection between raw crystals and cum, something about flavour maybe? Or some mystical properties that defy logic. Who knows. I’ve steered clear of them most of my life because of just how dangerous they apparently are. 
But that day when I lost my eyes, was ironically an eye opening experience. My world changed, in many cases for the better. It introduced me to a whole new world that led me to where I am now. Walking through a wet alley under the hovering presence of capitalist tyranny. 
I could hear the hum of the neon signs above, their moving pictures trying to draw the eye in for more corporate greed. I was lucky to be blind, able to walk right past them without batting an eye, but the ones that really bugged me were the ones with sound. Filling the air with noise and nonsense. 
Such is the way of life here. A never ending cacophony of stimulants for the senses, all trying to sell something you can’t afford. Though the few times I’ve managed to wander the more rich upper class districts, it has been different. A quiet less invasive environment tailored to the wealthy. The divide is strong and the difference impressive. They still suffer the barrage of selling, but their adverts approach you in a different way. 
I’ve heard they can even project holograms onto you if they are selling cosmetics or clothing, allowing you to sort of test out the products before you buy. Of course that’s not exactly helpful for me, but I don’t walk around up there anyways. 
Besides, I mostly end up taking my clothes off quite often. I spend most of my time naked so it doesn’t matter too much about what I wear. Just as long as it draws the eye of those I’m trying to work with. 
As the rain pattered down on the surroundings I kept my ears on high alert. While I couldn’t detect anything with smell I did notice something among the sounds of water splashing. A tink of metal hitting the ground. Followed by another. And so forth. 
I hesitated for a second, as I recognized that particular gait and sound. ALB. It was a damn policebot. He wasn’t that far into the alley like me, but turning around could make me seem suspicious. Well, just about anything would. These guys had a hair trigger for what they saw as illegal. My best course of action was to keep moving like I wasn’t worried. 
As I walked I could feel the parasites inside squirm around the crystal I had shoved far up my rear end. I wasn’t always aware of them inside, most of the time I forgot they were there. But right now with my thoughts a little focused on not getting caught, I could acutely feel where the crystal was and everything around it. 
The parasites weren’t unwelcome, they were more like symbiotes. They had a real healthy taste for cum and I had a healthy desire for getting flooded. It made cleanup a breeze as they often barely let any escape, and their constant consumption made them slimy, which in turn acted as lubrication. A beneficial arrangement. So far I had no reason to panic from them being inside and I hadn’t had complaints from… guests that visited my insides. 
The officers' steps grew louder in the rain as we began to pass each other. But he came to a stop just in front of me and I knew it wasn’t a good sign. 
“Identification.” His deep metallic voice boomed out through the rain. 
I stopped and rifled through my clothes, searching for the card I keep on me. My ear twitched a little as I searched. Before long I found the card and held it up. A second later it left my grip and I heard the sound of it being scanned. 
“Teeth. #658945789. Low Class. Unemployed.” The officer sounded off the information with an unfeeling tone. It was always impressive just how robotic they were. Supposedly they were cyborgs, but they straddled the cusp of cyborg and android from what I’ve heard. And even after my numerous interactions I still never got used to just how… empty they were. 
“Remain still for scanning.” He repositioned himself and the sound of his mechanical body shifting filled the noisy air. 
“Look, I’ve got something inside that you might be interested in…” I said with a bit of cadence. A subtle wiggle of my hindquarters also helped deliver the idea of what I had planned. From the silence I wasn’t sure if my offer had worked, but the small chuckle under the rain told me all I needed to hear. 
I heard two steps and then felt a hand on my lower back, sliding it’s way down my flank and to my ass. As a taur I had quite the length of body to touch, and this came in handy when seducing others. 
“Yeah, right in there… you might need to reach in pretty far to get it…” my seduction continued now that I knew I had him hooked. There was no point in running now, especially with him so close to me. And so close to having his thick arm open me wide. 
This was the best part about being in the lower districts. Everyone was ready for some sexual activity. Hell, you could walk up to a stranger on the street and spread cheeks, and they’d jump on you like a starving rat.