Fantasy Curves 269 (BBW SF Erotic Romance and Domination) by Ann Vremont Page B

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