Shared Faces

by Anaea Lay

Dora's favorite thing about Justin was that he liked to talk during sex. A good conversation turned him on, and he'd keep it up until the breathless, incoherent stage right before the end. They weren't at that stage quite yet. Soon. At the moment she was nibbling the flesh at the very top of his thigh.

What's the spot for the sexbot to spot the spot of the plot damn spot

You'll never get it out

The music fell from the speakers in a manic rush and Dora shifted her pace to match it. Her skin tingled in response to his arousal, her body automatically configuring itself to comply with the program they'd designed together before starting.

“Ugh, I hate this song,” Justin said.

Dora tightened her hand around him as she let go with her teeth. The conversation kept her mind engaged, prevented her from slipping completely into brain-dead-Bot mode. “Really? I like it. It's catchy.”

“It's awful,” Justin said. “Haven't you seen the video?”

She had, and he was right, it was awful. A Sex Bot got jealous of her primary client's human lover and attacked her. As if the heart-break of watching the client defend the lover weren't enough, the video went on to lovingly depict the brutal punishment and dismantling of the offending bot. Dora's skin went clammy-cold when she'd watched it.

“Yeah, but the nastiness isn't in the actual lyrics, and it is really catchy.”