art by Jonathan Westbrook
by David Steffen
***Editor's Note: Adult Story with Mature themes***
The android reached for its tie. "Do you wish to begin? Ten cents."
Rhonda nodded. She'd never done anything like this, but her girlfriends had pooled five hundred dollars for her thirtieth birthday to send her here to the Orgasm Emporium to end a long dry spell. Or, to "break her jackass addiction," as they so eloquently put it.
The android stood for a long moment, processing her payment. And then untied its tie and tossed it aside.
"Do you wish to continue? Fifteen cents."
"Yes." She'd asked the shopkeeper which model was best for beginners. Without hesitation he'd recommended the PX 7100, an older model with a pay-as-you-go feature. You could stop it at any point and only pay for those services you'd received. She'd liked the sound of that, unsure if she would be able to go through with it.
Seventeen minutes and one hundred forty dollars later, it was down to its boxers. She'd stripped while she waited, which hadn't elicited any kind of reaction, to her disappointment.
She had to admit it had a gorgeous body, perfectly proportioned. Its underwear bulged with its artificial erection. Of course they couldn't make the androids too human. No one would pay for a droid that suffered from performance anxiety.
"Do you wish to continue? One hundred dollars."
"You waive the right to sue the Orgasm Emporium for indecent exposure?"
"Yes! That's what I'm here for!"
It finally pulled down its boxers, baring itself at last. Everything looked fully realistic, though the desire implied by its erect member clashed with the businesslike smile on its face.
"Branch. Please choose your preferred method of foreplay from the following list--"
She groaned. She'd been ready long minutes ago, from the anticipation alone. "Skip the foreplay."
"You understand foreplay is included in my base price? You will not be refunded."
"Branch: Please choose your preferred method of intercourse--"