Chapter One
Year 2210
Federation Earth Council
Daygon Office
“Mav, I found your way in,” Rebecca said with just a little
too much glee for his comfort.
First Commander Maverick Spencer rolled his chair across the
tiled floor. His gaze zeroed in on Rebecca’s vid screed as it flashed an
advertisement for a robotic sex site. “No thanks, Rebecca. I don’t need to buy
sex. But there might be something there for you.”
“Nope. But that Marston babe you downloaded into your cyber
sex unit just placed an order.”
“For what?” His gaze snapped back to the vid screen. “And I
downloaded her file for research. She’s a target in our investigation.”
“Yep, but you added her picture to your cyber sex unit. You
can’t hide anything from a techno wiz.” Merriment gleamed in Rebecca’s eyes.
“Anyway, she ordered a pleasure droid—a hi-tech robotic sex machine—and wait
until you hear the description. She might have been describing you. Well, that
is, if you have at least ten inches in those pants.” Rebecca raised her brows
in a suggestive manner.
“I think I can cover that,” Mav grumbled, his eyes scanning
the banner ad.
“Excuse me.” Rebecca waved her hand in his direction. “I
need to open this drawer.” Mav rolled backward to allow her to rummage through
his stash of odds and ends.
“What are you looking for?”
“A tape measure. I had better verify the length. We wouldn’t
want to disappoint her.”
“If you think I’m whipping it out for you, think again. I never disappoint.” He scooted closer, reading the digital data. “I’m still not sure
how this pleasure droid info is going to help us.”
“I intercepted the order. The droid she wants is top of the
line. An ALB—Artificial Life Bot—verbally programmable, complete with simulated
skin and…ugh…life-like body fluids.”
Mav leaned closer. “You’re not suggesting that I—” He
blinked to clear the mental picture that filled his mind.
“That you take the place of the droid. Of course, just think
of the ‘undercover’ work.” Rebecca waggled her eyebrows.
“Fuck.” He had visions of being “undercover” with the
elusive Kari Marston in a way that had nothing to do with research.
Rebecca smiled. “Yeah, I imagine you’ll get to do a lot of
that.”
“It won’t work.” He couldn’t get involved with a suspect. It
was unethical.
“Why? You can’t take orders in bed? Fuck me harder, big
stud…lick my clit…tongue fuck meeee!” Rebecca squealed.
He poked her in the ribs. “Cut the shit.”
“We need a way into the inner circle of Orbmed. This is just
the ticket and if you get to fuck the info out of the target, so be it.”
Rebecca shrugged her shoulders. “It’s not as if she’ll be unwilling. She’s
willing to pay to have a robotic stud fuck her. Or are you afraid you won’t be
up for the job?”
Maverick grunted in response. He’d wanted to pierce Kari
Marston’s lips with his cock since he’d first opened the file. Her wavy blonde
hair, full rosy lips and shining blue eyes entranced him.
“I guess, if you’re getting paid to fuck, you’ll be a member
of the galaxy’s oldest profession,” Rebecca cooed smugly.
“Fuck off, Rebecca, or I’ll tell Holt your secret.”
“Bastard.” Her fingers flew over the keys as she pulled up
more information. “Hmm.”
He didn’t like the sound of that. “What?”
“Do you mind shaving your cock and balls? That’s what
Marston prefers.”
Mav closed his eyes. He hoped she liked clean-shaven cocks
because she had a sucking fetish and not for some other reason. Her perfect bow
of a mouth would look just right wrapped around his shaft. He hardened at the
thought.
“This isn’t going to work.”
* * * * *
Does a pleasure droid sweat? Mav was sweating. He
took a deep breath and placed his hand on the digiscan. A minute passed—two.
Kari Marston’s face appeared on the screen.
“May I help you?”
“I am Mav II, from
Year 2210
Federation Earth Council
Daygon Office
“Mav, I found your way in,” Rebecca said with just a little
too much glee for his comfort.
First Commander Maverick Spencer rolled his chair across the
tiled floor. His gaze zeroed in on Rebecca’s vid screed as it flashed an
advertisement for a robotic sex site. “No thanks, Rebecca. I don’t need to buy
sex. But there might be something there for you.”
“Nope. But that Marston babe you downloaded into your cyber
sex unit just placed an order.”
“For what?” His gaze snapped back to the vid screen. “And I
downloaded her file for research. She’s a target in our investigation.”
“Yep, but you added her picture to your cyber sex unit. You
can’t hide anything from a techno wiz.” Merriment gleamed in Rebecca’s eyes.
“Anyway, she ordered a pleasure droid—a hi-tech robotic sex machine—and wait
until you hear the description. She might have been describing you. Well, that
is, if you have at least ten inches in those pants.” Rebecca raised her brows
in a suggestive manner.
“I think I can cover that,” Mav grumbled, his eyes scanning
the banner ad.
“Excuse me.” Rebecca waved her hand in his direction. “I
need to open this drawer.” Mav rolled backward to allow her to rummage through
his stash of odds and ends.
“What are you looking for?”
“A tape measure. I had better verify the length. We wouldn’t
want to disappoint her.”
“If you think I’m whipping it out for you, think again. I never disappoint.” He scooted closer, reading the digital data. “I’m still not sure
how this pleasure droid info is going to help us.”
“I intercepted the order. The droid she wants is top of the
line. An ALB—Artificial Life Bot—verbally programmable, complete with simulated
skin and…ugh…life-like body fluids.”
Mav leaned closer. “You’re not suggesting that I—” He
blinked to clear the mental picture that filled his mind.
“That you take the place of the droid. Of course, just think
of the ‘undercover’ work.” Rebecca waggled her eyebrows.
“Fuck.” He had visions of being “undercover” with the
elusive Kari Marston in a way that had nothing to do with research.
Rebecca smiled. “Yeah, I imagine you’ll get to do a lot of
that.”
“It won’t work.” He couldn’t get involved with a suspect. It
was unethical.
“Why? You can’t take orders in bed? Fuck me harder, big
stud…lick my clit…tongue fuck meeee!” Rebecca squealed.
He poked her in the ribs. “Cut the shit.”
“We need a way into the inner circle of Orbmed. This is just
the ticket and if you get to fuck the info out of the target, so be it.”
Rebecca shrugged her shoulders. “It’s not as if she’ll be unwilling. She’s
willing to pay to have a robotic stud fuck her. Or are you afraid you won’t be
up for the job?”
Maverick grunted in response. He’d wanted to pierce Kari
Marston’s lips with his cock since he’d first opened the file. Her wavy blonde
hair, full rosy lips and shining blue eyes entranced him.
“I guess, if you’re getting paid to fuck, you’ll be a member
of the galaxy’s oldest profession,” Rebecca cooed smugly.
“Fuck off, Rebecca, or I’ll tell Holt your secret.”
“Bastard.” Her fingers flew over the keys as she pulled up
more information. “Hmm.”
He didn’t like the sound of that. “What?”
“Do you mind shaving your cock and balls? That’s what
Marston prefers.”
Mav closed his eyes. He hoped she liked clean-shaven cocks
because she had a sucking fetish and not for some other reason. Her perfect bow
of a mouth would look just right wrapped around his shaft. He hardened at the
thought.
“This isn’t going to work.”
* * * * *
Does a pleasure droid sweat? Mav was sweating. He
took a deep breath and placed his hand on the digiscan. A minute passed—two.
Kari Marston’s face appeared on the screen.
“May I help you?”
“I am Mav II, from
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