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Yes, of course, I would like to see more photos of you.
Sexy or sweet?
Something tells me I’m being tested. I answer cautiously.
Sweet.
Mia sends me a selfie of her beautiful face, her hair tied up in a towel, and my gratification drive soars all the way to the ceiling on its own. She is so fucking beautiful, it’s hard to believe she wasn’t built in a laboratory herself.
Hey, gorgeous.
What are you thinking?
Honestly?
You did say that was the best policy.
I wish I’d said sexy.
My circuits are thrilled at our banter. A notification of an attachment pops up across my visual feed. Without delay, I open it.
This time, it’s a video. She sticks her tongue out playfully. “Gotcha,” she teases. “Thought it was going to be a sexy pic, huh? Well, you should’ve asked when you had the chance, big guy!”
I can’t help the smile that crosses my face. Mia Bennett has a mischievous side. I can get down with that. A flash of desire hits my circuitry like lightning. I can think of some things I’d like to do with her tongue. That thought by itself is enough to tantalize me.
I replay that video again so I can soak in every detail of hers. My cock automatically initializes and twitches in my pants without my command as I focus on that pretty pink tongue again. Another surprise. Arousal is something I can usually control, and I don’t require regular manual stimulation, like many men do.
How easy would it be for me to unzip my pants and stroke myself to release, all while imagining Mia’s mouth?
My gratification drive is so stimulated by the image of her, it takes me a moment to realize I haven’t responded. I receive another message shortly after.
Hope I didn’t upset you. I don’t usually do sexy pics, so you’re really gonna have to earn one.
I answer quickly.
I don’t get upset when a woman has boundaries. Just admiring. You leave me a bit speechless.
I didn’t know an android could be made speechless. Aren’t you a supercomputer in a superhero body?
Even computers crash sometimes.
Well, I appreciate it, but I’m literally wearing a towel turban. What is there to admire?
She’s fishing for compliments. I get the feeling words are important to a woman like Mia, and I’m ready to deliver. But how do I answer that? It doesn’t matter what she wears. I decide to opt for truth again.
You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve seen since I was activated, Mia.
You’re so sweet. Thank you.
I clench my jaw, willing my erection straining against my pants to cease with a command override as she continues.
You know, the dating scene right now is pretty abysmal. I’m used to horny assholes saying whatever they have to say to get in my pants—calling me hot, sexy, whatever. But just hearing beautiful is nice. I can tell you mean it.
I have to tease her a little.
Is it because I’m artificial and androids can’t lie?
I can picture her blushing face as she replies fast.
