by Nash, Lisa
“Okay, whatever,” the man said backing away. “I didn’t know. I just thought she was a synthetic. I mean this is a Grant Bio-Syn hotel. She is beautiful…” He stopped when he noticed Thomas’ impressive erection. “Good God, man! Put that thing away!”
“What? You can stand around with your dick out, but I can’t?” Thomas said clenching his fists.
The man drank from his bottle. “That ain’t a dick. That’s a fucking… baby’s leg.” He laughed at his own joke.
Amber crawled toward Thomas with her eyes rolling back in her head and making grunting noises like a rabid animal.
“Amber, sweetie, leave that man’s baby’s leg alone.” The words came out of the fat man’s mouth in a slurry mess.”
Thomas backed away as Amber got closer, turning to his side to protect his most vulnerable body part.
Amber lunged for Thomas’ swinging dick. He pulled away just in the nick of time. She kept stumbling toward him on her hands and knees.
“Hey!” Cora said hoisting herself out of the pool. “Leave him alone,” she screamed as she carefully ran on the wet concrete around the pool.
“Shit!” the fat man belched. “You sure that ain’t a synthetic. She’s fucking perfect.”
“Call her off,” Thomas said as he continued to back away from an advancing Amber.
“Amber!” the man yelled. “Come here!”
She ignored him.
“Amber!” The man looked utterly confused. “She ain’t never disobeyed me before. I got a fucking submissive one.” He attempted to step forward, but fell flat on his face when his feet got tangled in his Speedos. The bottle of Scotch flew into the pool.
Had Thomas not been afraid of the growling bio-synthetic unit crawling after him, he would have thought it was funny.
“Oh, shit, shit, shit,” the man said rolling on his back. Blood was pouring out of his nose.
Cora hurriedly stepped in front of Thomas. Amber stopped and looked up at her fellow bio-synthetic and sniffed the air.
“Back off,” Cora said.
Amber stood baring her teeth like an animal. Slowly her expression softened, and Thomas recognized the look that was settling on her face. It was the same one Charles had in the lobby and Monica had in Sugar’s. It was an erotically fueled pleading.
Cora noticed the change in her expression and reached out for Amber. “Are you okay? Do you need help?”
The fat man wailed in agony. “Amber, honey. Big Daddy’s in pain. Help me.”
Amber looked at her own hands and said, “What am I?”
“What are you?” Cora asked. She turned to Thomas and then back to the platinum blonde. “Maybe you should sit down.”
A look of horror flooded Amber’s face. “I’m not real. I’m not real. What am I?”
Thomas had seen enough. He grabbed Cora’s arm and pulled her away. “C’mon, let’s go.”
“We can’t just leave her here,” Cora said.
“Amber!” the fat man called out. “Please…”
“Not with that pig,” Cora said.
“Trust me,” Thomas said. “I think she’s better off if we’re not around.”
He retrieved his suit and Cora’s clothes and ran to the elevator. He was pretty sure what just happened had something to do with drifting. The only thing that could help Amber is if he and Cora got as far away from her as possible. The fat man was drunk enough that he wouldn’t remember what happened, and Thomas was pretty sure Amber would return to her submissive persona as soon as they were gone. In fact, as he pulled his pants on by the elevator, he saw the pleading look melt away from Amber’s face. The same thing happened to Charles when Cora walked away. And Monica was fine when she was alone with Thomas in the alley. As long as there was some distance between Thomas and Cora, other people and bio-synthetics were fine, but once they were next to each other, the fire was set and everyone got burned. He had no explanation why Amber came at him like she did, but he didn’t care for the moment. He just wanted out of there. “Cora,” he said when the elevator door opened.
Cora looked at him and then back at Amber. “Are you okay?”
Amber nodded with an innocent smile. “You going to party with us?”
Cora didn’t respond right away. “Party…?
Amber saw the fat man squirming in pain on the floor for the first time. “Big Daddy, what happened?” She asked as she bounced over to him.
Thoroughly confused, Cora ran to the elevator.
-26-
The triple-ply plate glass window went from floor to ceiling. She stood in a soft white cotton robe in front of it seemingly taking in the shimmering city skyline. The view was breathtaking, but she didn’t notice it at all. For the first time that she could remember, her mind was not in the present. Her mind was in the past. Specifically, she could not get Amber’s face out of her head. The rage, the pleading, the confusion, it frightened Cora, and she couldn’t figure out why.
Thomas exited the bathroom and stopped with a jolt. The sight of her staring out the window and the mighty metropolis staring back at her was picturesque. It was if the buildings, the lights, the stars, even the curve of the Earth were are all taking in her beauty. He moved in behind her and put his arms around her waist.
Her shoulders relaxed at his touch. “Why am I so frightened?” she asked.
He kissed the base of her neck. “Are you? Of what?”
“There was just something so unsettling about Amber.”
“That was a little freaky,” he said trying to downplay it. “But I think the guy wearing those Speedos was scarier. Not to mention that little show they put on.”
“Really,” she said leaning into him. “Who in their right mind would have sex in public like that?”
“Yes,” he agreed. “Who indeed?”
They gently swayed back and forth.
“She just seemed so lost,” Cora said.
“She seemed okay when we left.”
Cora sighed. “She did, didn’t she?”
“You know what I think?”
“What?”
“I think they were both under the influence of that $1,500 bottle of Scotch.”
She reached back and ran her fingers through his hair. “You’re probably right.”
Without her noticing, he untied the belt that held her robe closed. He distracted her by placing his lips on her earlobes and gently breathing. Her body tensed as she arched her back. The robe fell to the floor and she now stood naked in front of the city.
“You are quite the sneaky devil, Mr. Miller.”
“I would like to remedy something.”
“What’s that?”
“We have known each other for all of 10 hours now…” He kissed her shoulder.
“Yes,” she said arching her back even further.
“Well, we have had… some encounters that have been unbelievably amazing.”
“Mr. Miller, you’re doing an awful lot of beating around the bush. I prefer my men to get straight to the point.”
“The point is I still don’t know what you taste like,” he said gently biting her neck.
She bit her lip and pressed against him even harder. “How do you propose we remedy that?”
His hand slid down her stomach. “First, I’d like a sample.” He stopped when the tips of his fingers rested on the hood of her clit. Her hips involuntarily pushed back and she inhaled and held it. His finger moved tenderly around the soft fleshy mound. She dug her toes into the carpet. “Breathe,” he whispered.
She labored to release the air from her lungs and then quickly sucked up more air as the tingling sensation in her clit moved up her body. “Oh… oh… oh…” she couldn’t collect her thoughts enough to put a coherent sentence together.
“I’m going to stick my finger in your pussy now.”
She was going to tell him to shut up and do it, but he quickly slid a finger past her clit and stuck it in her. She cried out fighting the pleasure that was soaring through every inch
of her body.
He rubbed the spongy tissue just under her clit and she squirmed. Her hips worked in rhythmic motion with his finger. She gyrated and moaned and begged him to keep going. He complied until he felt the walls of her pussy contract at which point he quickly removed his finger. She screamed and leaned forward, placing her hands on the window, her hips involuntarily moved back and forth as she came.
She looked at his reflection in the glass, and he smiled back at her. His finger was glistening. Slowly, he brought the finger to his mouth and licked it. “I have never tasted anything sweeter, Cora.”
She turned grabbed his finger and stuck it in her mouth. “No more samples, Mr. Miller,” she said releasing his hand and pushing him back. “I’m going to lie down on the bed, and you’re going to eat my pussy.”
He scooped her up and quickly carried her to the bed.
-27-
Ms. Pope let the file sit on the desk in front of her without looking at it right away. Donnie sat across from her wishing she’d get to it. He hated spending more time than he had to with the hard-ass and that’s exactly why she was making him wait. She knew she wasn’t liked by her subordinates. She relished that fact. Work isn’t a place where you make friends. Work is where you get shit done. It’s exactly why the few superiors she had loved her.
She weaved her fingers together on her lap and stared at Donnie for a few seconds to watch him squirm before she asked, “What did you find, Donald?”
He hated that fucking name. With a nervous timbre he said, “The sample we got from Mr. Miller was tainted.”
She picked up the folder. “Explain.”
“Well, at first it looked normal. Everything checked out: hemoglobin, white blood cells, platelets, liver enzymes…”
“Speed this along, Donald.”
He tasted a hint of bile and swallowed. “Yes, ma’am. I ran a DNA test and that’s where I found the contamination.”
She twirled her hand in the air to signal him to spit it out.
“The mitochondrial DNA results were fucked,” he said.
“Fucked how?”
“I found a chrome tattoo.”
She furrowed her brow and leaned forward. “That’s not possible, Donald.” Grant Bio-Syn used a patent protected tagging process on the chromosomes of their units that locked down the cellular structure. It prevented third parties from sequencing the DNA of their product and cloning the bio-synthetics. Internally, they were known as chrome tattoos. They can only be found in Grant Bio-Syn bio-synthetic units.
“You screwed up,” Ms. Pope said.
“No, ma’am…”
“You screwed up, Donald. You ran the Cora unit’s sample by mistake.”
“That’s what I thought, so I checked and rechecked.”
She quickly flipped through the file. Everything he said was accurate. “Has this kind of contamination happened before?”
“No, ma’am. I’ve gone through test results for the past twenty years…”
“Did you unlock the tag?”
“Ma’am? No, I didn’t see the point. I mean it’s just a simple contamination…”
“Simple?” Her face was red with anger and the volume of her voice was disturbing. She usually didn’t get loud. She was normally a cool tyrant. This was a different experience for her. She didn’t like it. “We’ve never seen these results before in the entire history of the company, Donald. How is that simple?”
“I don’t know…”
“Unlock the tag. Tell me what we’re dealing with.”
He sat across from her and twisted in his chair. “It will take some time. It’s a stray chrome tat. I don’t have a unit to associate it with. Without the unit, I don’t know the encryption. We change the protocols every three months for security purposes. No two units use the same protocols…”
“Donald, why are you telling me what I already know?”
He stammered. “That’s a lot of fucking work to find out how a bullshit blood sample got contaminated.” He immediately regretted his choice of tone and wording.
“Are you adverse to a lot of fucking work, Donald? Because I know a few up and comers who aren’t so reluctant to take on laborious tasks.”
He shook his head. “I’m simply trying to say that Mr. Miller’s Cora unit will be decommissioned and a distant memory by the time I’m likely to unlock the tag.”
She leaned back. “Maybe not. What was that idiot’s name?”
He didn’t answer. She thought everyone was an idiot. It would take him more time to narrow down who she was talking about than it would to unlock the tag.
“The one on the elevator who thought Mr. Miller looked familiar.”
“Oh, that idiot would be Louis Wilson.”
She stood. “Find him. Meet me in the Grant Exhibit Hall in 20… 15 minutes.”
-28-
Her body was glistening with sweat. His naked body hovered over hers. He lightly traced an invisible line from her collar bone to the middle of her chest. He marked the spot with a kiss. His finger traveled down to her left nipple and again he marked the spot with a kiss.
“The other one’s jealous,” she said with a fuck-me smile.
He returned it with an in-due-time smile, and gently ran his finger down the curve of the left breast and up the curve of the right, resting on her nipple. The kiss he delivered made her shiver with excitement. He continued down her body with his finger and stopped when it was on the middle of her pubic bone. He leaned down, brushed her clit with his razor stubble and accentuated the spot with his tongue this time.
Her heart raced as she anticipated where his finger would stop next. She needed the kiss that would follow. How divine it was going to be to feel his tongue on her clit. She gripped the covers on the bed and reminded herself to breathe.
His finger bypassed her soft mound and rested on her inner thigh.
She moaned in frustration, but let out an unexpected squeal of delight when she felt his lips rest on her wet skin. “Oh, my God. The other one… Kiss the other one.”
He placed two more kisses on her left leg and then slowly moved to her right, blowing a hot gentle breath on her clit as he passed over it. She squirmed. Three kisses on her right inner thigh, and she couldn’t take anymore.
“This is fucking torture… what are you doing to me?”
“I’m savoring the moment,” he said kissing her so far up her inner thigh she could almost feel a whisper of his lips on her swollen vagina.
She shuddered. “I need to feel your tongue on my pussy, Mr. Miller. Just please let me feel it…” She moaned.
He placed his face inches from her sweet spot. “Are you sure?”
She placed her hands on the back of his head and tried to push it down, but it wouldn’t budge. “Please… Mr. Miller, lick my pussy!”
He placed his tongue on her clit and flicked it up and down.
She jolted and screamed so loud he was sure aircraft orbiting outside of Earth’s atmosphere could hear her.
“More! More! More!”
Instead of continuing he kissed her inner thigh again.
“Oh my God! I’m going to die if you don’t lick my pussy, Mr. Miller!”
He smiled and placed his mouth over her clit. But he didn’t do anything for several seconds.
She bucked in his face and said, “Please… Please… Please!”
He alternated between sucking her clit and flicking it with his tongue. Her hips rose and fell rapidly. He had to artfully keep pace with her rhythm, so they were in perfect sync.
He reached up with both hands and spread her legs apart at the thighs, a gesture that excited her even more.
“Suck it! Suck it! Suck it!” She screamed.
He complied. She tasted so sweet, and she got wetter with each passing second. He couldn’t help but crave her. He removed one of his hands from her thigh and stroked his cock.
In one swift move, she pushed his head back and slid away from him on the bed. “I’m coming….” She
said as she convulsed and gasped for air.
He raised up and stroked twice more before he ejected a massive load that landed just under her chin. Streams of cum continued to squirt out until both breasts were covered in the sticky substance. Just as he thought he couldn’t come anymore the flavor of her sweet juices lingered and penetrated his taste buds, causing him to come each time his brain registered the intoxicating essence of her. His adrenaline soared. He was out of his mind with desire. He wanted to take her, ravage her, enter her, and pound her to hear her scream in utter ecstasy. It didn’t matter that he had already come. He felt a never-ending need to explore every fiber of passion and lust that drew them together.
Cora moaned and rubbed his cum into her skin. “I can’t believe what you do to me, Mr. Miller.”
He fell to the bed in a heap. “I want…” he said trying to settle himself. “I want to give you every molecule of pleasure that exists in the world, Cora. And I won’t stop until I have.”
She rolled over and placed her hand on his chest. “The second I saw you in that bar I knew we were meant to be together.”
He laughed in between breaths. “Don’t you mean the second I gave you that stupid line?”
She played with his chest hair. “I mean what I said. I walked into that bar and saw this man with his back to me. He had broad shoulders… As soon as you turned around, I knew you were the person I was destined to be with… It sounds insane, right? We’ve only known each other for… less than a day, and I know without a doubt this is my forever.”
He brushed her hair off her face. “You really knew before I gave you that line?”
“Please, if anything that line should have sent me running.”
He pulled her in close. She was different. She wasn’t like all the bio-synthetics out there. They were meant to be together. Kissing her forehead he said, “I’m going to find a way to keep us together.”
She pulled back. “What does that mean?”
“I mean nothing is going to keep us a part.”
“What could possibly keep us apart?”
He thought about telling her everything. He wanted to, but his mind went back to Amber’s face when she realized for that brief moment that she wasn’t who she thought she was. She was something completely foreign and unnatural. Thomas pulled her back in again and said the other thing that threatened their relationship, “My past may keep us apart.”