Curve Effect (A BBW Box Set of Contemporary, Science Fiction and Paranormal Romances) (9 page)

"Yes?"

He put his finger under my chin and lifted until he looked directly at my masked face. If there had been any doubt, I knew then that karma is, indeed, a bitch. It was Vance, no mistaking any other man for him. At six-foot-three, he would have been tall in any century, but in New York City, where the average male height had decreased by a quarter inch per decade since the turn of the century, he towers over most men.

He definitely towered over me by a solid six inches despite the three-inch heels I wore. I had to look up to see the natural pale green eyes. That he keeps his natural color is itself unnatural. Almost everyone in his income bracket has so many enhancements that they practically leak silicone and circuits.

"Such an unexpected pleasure." His hand landed on my shoulder, the thumb extending to stroke along my collarbone. "I haven't seen an
Xtra
model on the street in…"

He shrugged, the gesture so slight I almost missed it. His hand moved up past the pink collar that housed the voice blur and a mock credit reader to curl around my neck. His thumb resumed stroking, the soft rub just below my earlobe and completely mesmerizing.

I studied his face in search of some sign of recognition.

Was this a joke?

He dipped his head, his mouth against my ear. "Answer me. Are you functional?"

It took me a second to realize the soft, breathless yes, sir hanging in the air had come from my mouth.

"Master," he corrected.

"Yes, Master," I answered in return. If he wasn't having a laugh on some anonymous fat girl, Vance Gemini wanted a submissive. Otherwise, he would have ignored my use of sir or activated a dominatrix protocol by calling me
Mistress.

His fingertips brushed across my lips. "Are all orifices functional?"

My knees went weak. No way was this actually happening. It didn't matter that I had carefully powered my skin to vanilla ice perfection like a real Fantasy Unit or that I had spent the extra money for an actual droid vid mask and fake credit reader. Equally irrelevant was the difficulty in telling synth flesh from real when most everyone is packing a little synth flesh anyway. Vance had to know -- they don't make units anywhere near my size.

Right?

I shook my head. They couldn't. It had been eighteen months since I'd had anything close to a man asking me out on a date. If men didn't want the live version, why would they pay for a droid version?

I shook my head again.

They wouldn't -- case closed.

"Which orifice isn't working?"

I almost broke protocol and lifted my head. "They are all working, Master."

"Are you sure you're not malfunctioning?" His free hand surfed the curve of my stomach on a trip down to the hem of the short latex skirt.

There, with cameras covering the empty platform, he lifted the fabric. Feeling the warm trail of fingers up my thigh, I gasped. My breathing accelerated. Cream built hot and thick behind the seal of my labia as he stroked higher.

"My compliments to your maker, beautiful." A kiss along my jawline followed his throaty laugh. "Your response programming is most excellent."

He rubbed the gusset of the sheer panties I wore.

"Are your moisture cells charged?" His fingers slipped behind the fabric to discover the answer for himself. Finding me wet, he murmured his approval against my neck. "I don't think I've ever encountered a droid so hydrated."

Wanting to pass out, I forced my body to remain upright and impassive as his fingers probed between my wet folds. No one, at least no man, thought twice about touching a pleasure droid. Fuck units aren't programmed to say
no
as long as the credits keep rolling.

From the side of one eye, I stared at his face, waiting for that first flicker of awareness to cross his features. Even if there really were fantasy units sized Xtra-Fun, the man was a self-proclaimed connoisseur of fuck droids -- couldn’t he tell I was human?

"Mmm." His fingers stroked a gentle line up my clit. "I was heading for a Halloween party but, for you, I'll gladly skip it."

Okay, he apparently could not tell the difference, which meant I needed to tell him before things went too far. My lips parted as my mind searched for something funny to say, something that would make our next meeting less awkward for both of us. I inhaled, smiled, and the words came tumbling out.

"My chip reader isn't--"

I stopped and sucked a shaky breath in. Those were not the words I had intended.

"I have paper credits." His hand moved from under my skirt to wrap around my hip as he kissed me before saying anything else.

For someone who reportedly spends his time with droids he doesn't have to please, Vance Gemini really knows how to kiss a girl. Really, really. It started with a protracted tug of my bottom lip using his teeth as he stepped closer. The hand on my hip slid behind me to cinch me close, while the hand against my face curled around the back of my neck, forcing my head to tilt up. Something long and thick pressed center of my stomach at the same time, making me mewl with a need that had been months in the making.

Me -- in Vance Gemini's arms. His cock -- erect. His tongue took curling licks inside my mouth as his masculine groan mixed with my feminine whimpers. I had studiously avoided having a fantasy like this, but now it was happening, if only for the few seconds before he realized his mistake.

He broke the kiss, my heart refusing to beat until he spoke again.

"I'll tell you my preferences since your chip reader is malfunctioning." His hand captured my wrist and he tugged me toward the line of privacy units along one wall of the platform that travelers can rent by the hour or day.

He swiped his wrist over the sensor to the largest unit, feeding it an hour's worth of credits.

The door panel slid open to reveal a ten-by-ten room. The two side walls were padded with a dark red synth-leather covering them in eighteen-inch squares. Placed center of the room, a matching elevation of padded synth-leather took up an area some six feet wide by four feet deep.

Pulling me with him, Vance stepped inside.

Seeing the bed he apparently intended to fuck me on, the realization that I had let my little charade go too far cemented with a gasp. I twisted my wrist from his firm grip, my hands coming up to wave him off in a very non-Fantasy Unit fashion. "I can't."

"Right." He turned until we were chest-to-chest and then he backed me up against the cushioned wall. A hundred-credit note appeared in his hand. "Have to take care of the business end of this transaction before we get to the pleasure."

He trailed the note along the side seam of my dress in search of the garment's single pocket -- the one holding my net card. Net cards are not at all standard issue for a droid hard wired to communicate with its operator base. If he found it, I was busted.

I wrapped my hand around the paper, buying a short second for me to decide.

Fuck or flee?

An odd calm settling over my body, I tucked the credit into my pocket.

"Eager to start, love?" Vance wrapped his hands around my hips and nuzzled my neck. "I know I am. You have a lovely scent when you're aroused."

Love
-- the word obviously meant nothing to him, but it exposed a heretofore undiscovered chink in my armor. Behind the vid mask, tears leaked from the corner of my eyes as I asked myself when had I developed such a hard crush on Vance Gemini and how the hell I had missed that fact?

He ran his hands along my hips. "Let's lose the clothes."

There is very little to a Fantasy Unit dress. Like all clothing, it holds itself together according to its particle charge. There are no functional zippers or buttons, not even a visible seam. Sensors in the latex read motions. The correct brush of a thumb or flick of a finger and off come the clothes.

Vance had me stripped of the costume and shoes inside of six seconds. Another six seconds and he stood just as naked in front of me.

Discreetly devouring his naked body, I melted against the wall. Soft, dark hair, thickest along his forearms and the base of his erection, curled along the rose-tinted alabaster skin. Powerful biceps bulged with strength, his muscles naturally toned rather than carved into his flesh by some uptown hack.

My gaze dropped lower, my mouth watering at the sight of his cock. Heavily veined, the shaft was at least three fingers wide. From base to tip, I estimated the length as the full run of my hand and half again -- some nine or ten inches. A fat cap topped it, the skin covering the heavy balls pulled tight and smooth as he continued to lengthen under my rapt stare.

I licked my lips, jealousy pulling my cunt tight as I thought about taking the succulent morsel into my mouth to stroke and tongue him until he came down my throat in thick spurts.

Distracting me, Vance brushed his wrist against the side of my mask, just above my ear. "I hope your vid reader is working."

I heard the quiet hum of the mask’s processor reading face files from the chip in his wrist. The sound stopped and then the inside surface of the mask changed, darkening with a clear image of Vance and the cube. The exterior would be showing the face in his preference profile selected. Curiosity flared deep in my chest and rapidly spread to my hardened nipples.

How could he possibly have a face in his profile that would match the upper dimensions of my face?

"Beautiful." Placing his hands on my shoulders, Vance officially claimed my services.

"I can't." I pushed lightly at his chest, wishing I didn't have to stop what was about to happen. But I had to stop it. Unless he was a damn fine actor, he didn't know there was a real girl behind the mask. He might realize it the second his cock or fingers slid inside me. It was not too late to put my clothes back on, return the credits and leave without him recognizing that the plump droid was really Tina's fat little friend and his occasional book buddy.

His brow wrinkled and he took a step back. Starting at the top of my shoulders, he trailed his fingers down to my nipples. He pinched them, pulling at the tips at the same time he pressed his hips back into me. My lower body fitted to his in response.

Capturing my mouth with another deep kiss, he reached between us and stroked my clit. A shiver shot across the surface of my skin. The sensation intensifying, I trembled against him.

Vance broke the kiss and sighed. "Sensors, lubrication, all perfect. I'll feed you all the protocol you need, baby. Make me -- and your PMP -- happy. "

I choked on a laugh. I didn't have to worry about making a pleasure machine proprietor happy and I had no chance of pleasing Vance. I had only a few seconds to flee before he finally realized his mistake.

I shook my head at him, trying to buy more time so I could figure out how to extricate myself from his embrace and the room.

He made escape and thought impossible. His fingers danced along my clit, twirled around the hood then dipped into the deeper recesses of my pussy. Placing his lips against my ear, he traced the lobe with his tongue. His mouth drifted lower, biting lightly at the curve of my neck while, between my legs, his thumb pressed up against the hood of flesh. With the thumb rubbing at my clit, he fucked in and out of me three fingers thick.

Heat and need thinned my cream, the motion of his hand spreading my juices along my thighs. Curling my fingers around his jacket lapels, I clutched at him. I exhaled in ragged gasps, my body already eager to come from less than a minute of his touch.

For a man who prefers fuck droids, he knows how to please a woman quickly and thoroughly. I started to crest, a moan sliding thickly past my lips.

Nuzzling my throat, Vance chuckled. "Programmed to come quickly, I see."

"It depends on the skill of the lover, Master." My hips started to twitch and my legs threatened to slide out from under me.

"And the Master's intent," he whispered ominously in my ear then led me to the bed. "This Master doesn't want his beautiful little slave coming so soon."

Hell, if I had to follow a permission protocol, I would be busted with just a few more strokes of his hand.

He dragged me across his lap, my stomach resting atop his muscled thighs. Pulling one of my legs onto the bed, he left the other one hanging. He ran his hands over my bottom, my attention split between the soft brush of his fingers and the very hard, very large erection I could see from the corner of one eye.

"Are you looking at my cock?" He teased several fingers into my pussy, burying them all the way down to their base knuckle.

"Yes, Master." The digital voice finished with a whine as my hips threatened to buck. He had slid another finger into me while talking and was rotating four thick inside me.

I lifted my ass, my whine intensifying.

"Well." Laughing, he slowly withdrew his fingers and trailed them up my perineum. "I am looking at the most spankable ass I've ever seen."

His wet fingertips slowed as they reached my anus. He circled it, his voice deepening with approval. "And a beautiful little pucker that looks like it's never been breached."