She looked up at me from across the room, a smile in her eyes and on
her lips. "Thanks," she said.
"My pleasure," I assured. "Leave
your card, I'll DataBase you so there's no wait next time. Fill out the
same requirements as today and Bob's your Uncle."
"I love you," she said. "Wouldn't
YOU rather be my uncle?"
"Hey, I don't do this alone."
"Right," she giggled, "whose the
boss." She shifted her ample hips out from under me and maneuvered,
rather clumsily I thought, from my position in the wall, to the OxyMat
beside my bed. As she stood up as far as she was able, she raised those
parts of herself that she was able to manage alone and contact was reversed
in a soft whirr, as her molecular discharges were reoriented and reseated.
Stains removed, static eliminated. I stayed on the bed. This time I thought
I'd smoke a cigarette, but the DataBase coughed up only a 2-B Pencil,
snapped at the middle. Close again, but of course no cigarette. And where
would I put it anyhow?
She stayed beside the bed as the OxyMat shut
down and waited. I mentally smacked my forehead realizing this was her
first time at a SmootheOperator DisQuonnec. "MeeTwo," I snapped,
"Get the lady's wrap."
MeeTwo grunted as I pulled myself away from the
plasma screen, hit pause with a dirty thought, and hobbled over to the
closet for the "Lady's" wrap. She sidled coyly, first into one
half of her cartilage, and then into the other, and MeeTwo closed my
arms around her, sealing her safely from the contamination outside the
DisQuonnec. MeeTwo performed a blind bow, bumping my surrogate head on
the edge of the door as I held it open for her. I forget what I yelled,
but it was a keeper and I'll have MeeFour reset the disc tomorrow, just
so I don't lose it. Hell, it's in the walls, why pretend I have to do
MeeThree silently and ritualistically brought
over the session disc and inserted it into my peneal drive.
MeeSix extended my right index vestige and pushed the orgasm bud. The
familiar flood of sensations engulfed me while the others began their
assigned tasks, touching and fumbling, striving and forgetting, all over
again. As it should be.
MeeFive dutifully approached with the saline
wash to bathe my exposed temporal ridges. Nearly dehydrated saline, thickly
viscous, mixed with a rich placental mucus is best for coating any area
open to thought for any longer that it takes to service a client. The
orgasm would be spammed to the client's Bridge Party later that evening,
following a delicate edit - and confirmation of receipt of credit deposit.
Now, let's see what MeeTwo was making me watch
on the plasma screen.