Model 511003

This is a future where recreational vaginal sex is outlawed as are birth control devices (pills, IUDs, diaphragms, morning-after pills, etc.), abortions... all non-procreative intra vaginal sex. Women are first and foremost considered brood mares. In the 40s and 50s STDs were eradicated so condoms would be banned.

"So different from when we were kids," John sighed, "we sat at desks with kids all around. Now everyone stays in their lanes, and when in their classrooms they have plexiglass shields around them. No one has any personal contact anymore. Intimacy is gone," he sighed. "And sex. It's all done through apps..."

Stacy chuckled, "Christ! You sound just like your dad. He reminded us how tough it was growing up with climate change, food shortages, and gas prices, though I never understood that. Why would anyone want to drive a car with wheels let alone one that required explosions to run? Anyhow, you should sit on the porch and yell at the kids to get off your lawn."

"And we had lawns... porches. Not only is there no grass in sight, we don't even have a balcony," he sighed. John looked at the concrete building across the courtyard before looking back at his wife. He felt the familiar sense of pride as he checked her out. They met... yes, met face to face, strange, but they met in a park in the middle of Silcaval. Well, not really in the middle, it was on the east side about 70 miles from the middle.... close enough. Anyhow, his Kia Hov3's gravitron module failed causing the $76,000 vehicle to plop to the ground. I know what you'll say. You get what you pay for. The mid-priced Hyundai G6 has the 6th generation gravitron with 4-way built-in redundancy and it was only $140,000. He was able to pull it off the hoverway with the donuts. Donuts were retractable wheels about half the diameter of the early 21st-century car tires. They were made of a dense polymer whose primary purpose was maintenance and repairs.

He was waiting for the towcopter when he noticed the Steve Jobs Open Space. It had been years since he'd been in an open space unless you count the huge atrium in the Cupertino Mall. There were trees and hedges lining gravel walkways. He stepped inside and almost immediately he could hear quiet... OK, not truly quiet, but the humming from the millions of vehicles in the metro area faded. He didn't like the feeling but it must have been what early settlers felt as they trekked through the wilderness. He was about to turn back when he saw a flash of pure gold.

John moved farther into the trees when he saw the woman. The gold he saw was her hair, which both shocked and aroused him. So few women had any hair on their bodies except for eyebrows and eyelashes. Body hair had been diminishing on the human body for years, At the turn of the century, few women except porn actresses, or as they are currently known, vidstars shaved their private areas. That changed in the 20s as it became more popular. Much as red lipstick was used by the whores in 19th century London to advertise their cocksucking skills before becoming more universally popular, clam shaving became the norm. In the early 30s, college girls brazenly made cuts in their yoga pants and blue jeans showing off their bare mons (along with letting the boys know they weren't wearing underwear). Then, women's clothes designers began employing cutouts and slits to expose their bare mons and their clam-clefts. Sales of panties and thongs plummeted while outer garments with creative gaps soared.

By the mid 30's women still had head hair but nowhere else. Then after the last pandemic when head hair was blamed for carrying the COVID45 virus, people wore hairnets but soon many just shaved their heads. Soon, shaved heads became the norm. The streets were filled with shiny bobbing heads as most wanted to show off their cranial shapes. Skull polish with SPF ratings starting at 70 became the #4 commodity on the market. That spawned various hair removal places, mostly mom-and-pop shops that did full-body hair removal. Then came the Nair-O-Mats which became as ubiquitous as Starbucks and often next door to them. No longer was it a chore to have body hair removed through barbaric methods like waxing and shaving.

Nair-O-Mats were walk-in, walk-through spas that combined depilatories and lasers. The naked client entered a chamber with a mask covering his or her head As they rode a conveyor belt, there was no reason to see. First, foam jets covered every exposed inch of the client's body, followed by warm jets of water that removed 99% of their hair. Then just after warm air fully dried the person, a scanner detected any remaining hairs, and targeted lasers removed those. Next, an aloe gel was sprayed thinly onto the person's body after which they entered a dressing chamber where their freshly cleaned and dried clothes awaited them. The entire procedure took no longer than it took a barista to make a foamed latte... which is often what would be waiting for them next door.

Then in the late 50s, it became the rage to be as hairless as possible, and just eye patches were worn and after the denuding, the patron went into the lightening room. They removed their eye patches while a helmet was lowered over their head and microsensors bleached every lash and eyebrow hair completing the nude look.

That was when the college girls started cutting out the fronts of their yoga pants or jeans revealing their shaved mons.

So, John seeing the flash of gold on the beautiful woman was something to get his blood pumping. Few women kept their hair, and fewer still went out without hoodies or hats to hide their hirsute lifestyle. It was as if she wanted people to know she was organic. He'd never talked to any woman without first exchanging texts, insta-dms, snap-pics, and DNA reports but he couldn't help himself.

"Sorry," he said softly so he didn't startle her, "I didn't know anyone ever came in here," he said.

Stacy jumped back. Seeing a strange man face to face off the street just didn't happen. Neither was wearing a face mask and he unconsciously held a hand over his mouth even though they were separated by 10 yards. He looked OK though and she held up her binoculars, "Robins. Someone said they saw robins in this park." She looked up and shook her head, "I think they were having me," she sighed. "Just pigeons, ravens, mourning doves, and crows." She saw him staring at her hair. She loved the feeling of her hair on her face and even though all her friends called her a hippie (she had to look that term up) she didn't care. She always wore the headpiece when she got Naired. She shrugged, "Sorry. Why are you here?"

John looked back just as he heard the whir of the towcopter, "Um. My car. It broke down. That's my ride, but..." he hesitated, "Um, could we text? Maybe Vidchat?"

Stacy laughed, "Coffee. Ask me for coffee. I don't DMChat, Vidchat, or even Audtalk much."

John nodded, "Coffee? The Starbucks over... where are we?" he asked.

Stacy laughed again, "Broadcom Heights. Can you make 8 AM tomorrow at the Dell MarketPlace over on 1122nd?" she asked.

John grinned and nodded. He might have to get a Lyftber but he'd be there. His heart was pounding harder as he considered the risks they both were taking. Meeting face to face 10 yards apart was one thing, but meeting for coffee? That was so intimate.

The next morning, John stepped into the order cube. He pulled on his glove and entered his order on the holoscreen wondering whose fingerprints those were. After getting his coffee he went out and waited. Then he saw the woman. He didn't recognize her at first as she had on a bike helmet... who rode these days? So dangerous.

She smiled at him as she pulled the helmet from her head and her golden blonde hair spilled out onto her shoulders. Every set of eyes in the Starbucks and on the street turned and looked at the woman brazenly exposing her hair. Many shook their shiny heads but most just shrugged. In a city this size, probably 20% of California, there were all kinds. There was an enclave over in the San Fran borough where women not only didn't shave their crotches but had armpit hair. Most suspected it was so the freaks could get their rocks off as it was one of three boroughs where prostitution was legal. Many of the men tsk-tsking the woman's blonde hair would be on their Apples making an appointment in San Fran. They'd book a Faraday room and have their cocks buried inside a hairy clam while recalling the glowing blonde tresses.

John sat on the wall by the street as he watched the woman go through the line of moving cubes until she was able to take her drink from the dispensary. It was a good 50 feet from the wall to the front door. In old movies, people are crowded close to each other on the city sidewalks, but after the pandemics back in the early '20s, '30s, and '50s, newly expanded urban areas put in vast sidewalks so people could maintain 2-3 yards separation at all times. He watched the shiny bobbing heads as they rushed to places considered urgent only to them.

He smiled as he saw the woman's shimmering blonde hair as she exited the store. He replayed old movies and remembered men standing when women came over. He stood and indicated a section of a wall while people hurried by, glancing over with disapproval. He expected to see judgemental looks from the shiny faces as he and the tressed blonde sat just 6 feet apart. He heard at least three people mutter, "Get a room!"

"Hi. I know this is strange, I mean we haven't even exchanged any contact info," he said, "My name is John, John Smith... really," he smiled.

"Stacy. Stacy Edwards. I wondered what you did for a living but creative writer you are not," she smiled.

"I'm serious. My name really is..." Then he saw she was teasing him and nodded, "I work over at MS Google. Pretty basic stuff, helpdesk. I'd like to get into advanced programming but AI does most of that now."

Stacy nodded, "Pretty much the same. I work at Nast Neural Entertainment and have to deal with end users who barely give me enough information to produce a query."

They talked for over an hour before they exchanged the basics. The DNA check showed a high compatibility and they decided to take it further.

That night, Stacy's Apple lit up and she smiled when she saw who it was. "Mr. Smith. I'm surprised. I liked talking to you and you never once asked why I don't clean my head."

"I like old movies and seeing how beautiful your hair is, I... never mind. I'd like to see you, maybe dinner?" John said quickly. It was considered incredibly forward to suggest touching another person, even during sex and he almost blurted his thoughts out.

Stacy smiled, "I'd like that but only if you're honest with me."

John was confused. He replayed as much of their conversations on the wall as he could. "I am, sorry. Did I say something?"

Stacy nodded, "You started to say something about my hair and stopped. Say what you were going to and I'll meet you for dinner."

John blushed, "Um, I was going to say I think your hair is so beautiful it makes me want to run my hands through it. Damn! I know that sounds creepy... trust me, I'm a fairly normal guy," he said quickly.

Stacy's body reacted wonderfully as John said that. Her nipples instantly hardened and her crotch throbbed eagerly. As soon as they hung up she'd have to take the Baton out of the bottom drawer. "No, it's nice that you feel that way... not creepy to compliment a lady. Dinner is on. Where? When?" she asked.

She looked at her calendar as John suggested a few places and times and agreed to the 2nd as it fit perfectly.

"I'll make reservations," John said with a smile. "I know it's late but I didn't want to wait until tomorrow to talk to you."

Dinner was a hit and it was Stacy who called John after getting home. "Thanks for taking me out to Chipotles Chic, it's one of my favorites but not really in my budget," she said.

"Mine too," John said. "I liked sitting close to you... I hope you don't mind me saying that. I resisted but I wanted to reach over."

Stacy giggled. "It was nice. I haven't been close enough to touch another man since my last boyfriend... well, boyfriend is a loose term. He was my boss and well... he wanted to see me. We never touched, though, just... you know just app-sex," she added quickly.

John gulped. He was just thinking about app-sex. He got the new 22" Chromebook XXI. Normally he'd never be able to afford such an extravagance but he was able to get it through work for under $6,400. "Um..." he tried to say something but he remembered seeing her at dinner. She looked like an angel in her white satin dress with her generous cleavage exposed down to her mons. He had wondered how far she had taken the hirsute lifestyle and found out.

Stacy giggled, "You thought it, didn't you? I'll bet you're stroking your Apple right now anticipating opening... which one do you have, Intimacy? Confidence? Wait. I know DewMe," she smiled. Her connole was throbbing harder and her nipples were about to burst through her tee shirt.

John could see her arousal on the screen and if he turned his Chromebook she'd be able to see the fabric straining on his boxers. "You got me," he said huskily, "DewMe."

DewMe came out in the late '40s with just one accessory, the Cap. The Cap was an adaptable cone-shaped object a man could fit over his penis to pleasure himself through an app. The first Cap was little more than a tube lined with a soft polymer that tightened around the man's cock. Later iterations improved on that and today's version has thousands of sensors that allow the unit to tightly or loosely simulate a mouth, vagina, or anus depending on what the person wanted while secreting warm slick fluids. The fluids simulated saliva, vaginal secretions, and KY Jelly depending on the desires of the user.

Then, DewMe introduced the Baton and sales exploded. The Baton was used by either sex as it was a penis-shaped shaft inside a soft-shelled silo. Initially, it came in various lengths and girths and was marketed mainly to women. Early runs produced 2 Caps for every Baton but then something strange happened, the Batons ran out within minutes of being stocked and the Cap sold at a much slower rate. It was discovered that men bought the Baton as often as they bought the Cap and women were buying 2 or three of the Batons. This past year, the sales ratio of Batons to Caps was 4 to 1. What made sales explode was the capability for the Cap and Baton to pair if both parties exchanged codes. The Baton got information about the shape and size of the man's cock and vice-versa. Then the users of each of those enjoy their mate's shape and feel.

The current Baton comes in one size and can be adjusted from 4" length x 1" diameter to 10" x 2.5" whether paired or not. Third-party software is available to exceed the maximum length and diameter which is now the 6th top-selling app type available in the app store. Word is DewMe is coming out with a 10th anniversary dual Baton with individual settings for anal and vaginal sex along with a Cap/Baton unit for men desiring ultimate pleasure.

Stacy looked over at her bedside table where she had her two Batons waiting. "I have the DewMe app also. I know it's been one date but I'll give you my code if you give me yours," she said in a voice almost as husky as John's.

John's hand shook as he opened the DewMe app on his new notebook and generated a code. He couldn't believe his luck as he texted it to Stacy. She was so beautiful and he hoped she wouldn't be disappointed. The next 20 seconds were the longest he ever experienced as he waited for her PIN. Then his app gave a soft orgasmic sound as her code came in.

Stacy undressed as she prepared one of the Batons. She wasn't ready to open up to a man she just met to use the 2nd one. She had to be comfortable with a man before she let him know she liked it in the ass almost as much as up her cunnole. She checked her screen and John was doing the same thing. She was curious about what his penis looked like as all her other lovers never had the camera directed down there. There it was! Her first cock! As she strapped the Baton harness around her hips she felt her cunnole gush as she looked at the fleshy shaft bouncing as he arranged his harness. Then it disappeared and on her screen, she saw his avatar. She's always been curious but the avatar seemed to be very accurate. The triangular cap, the large veins, and the sensually ribbed shaft were all represented on the screen.

John felt the Cap go through the initial setup haunted by the memory of cumming within 30 seconds when he lost his virginity to his high school prom date. He lasted longer the 2nd time... if 2 minutes might be considered long. He saw Stacy on her back, playing with her wonderfully large nipples. She looked at him and smiled as she did something on her screen. He arched his back as he felt the head of his cock press and slide between her clam lips and plunge inside her. "Fuck!" he gasped causing the blonde to smile.

This was Stacy's favorite part, seeing her lovers' expressions when they first entered her. She let out a gasp as his cock penetrated her fully. He was fatter than other men, wider by far, and then she felt him hit her cervix. 'Damn!' she thought, 'if he likes me I can't wait to use the 2nd baton,' she thought. "You like my cunnole?" she panted, "Your cock feels so good. Can you increase the... yessss," she panted as John slid his finger across the tablet Her Baton pounded into her hole more rapidly just hitting her cervix enough to make the tingling start. She clenched her vagina around the Baton and she heard John groan in pleasure. She suspected they were just talking but her previous lovers all told her she had the tightest cunnole they'd ever felt.

John could hear Stacy's Baton slurping into her tight clam as his arousal grew. 'Damn! So fucking tight... tighter even than any anus he'd tried. Her splayed blonde hair glowed on the pillow as she pulled her nipples and unconsciously rocked her pelvis. He liked seeing that. Modern lovers rarely did anything except lie back and enjoy the sensations of each other's aroused genitalia. Had Stacy physically fucked? How? When?

It was improbable as the Comey Act which was enacted in 2039 dictated that any form of vaginal intercourse outside of an attempt at procreation was prohibited. Condoms were no longer available anywhere but on the black market, pills and other birth-control methods were outlawed. As protection from diseases was no longer needed and the one purpose for condoms was birth control, they were logically banned. In 2040, schools began teaching sex education laying out the penalties for recreational vaginal sex while also giving instruction as to how best to prepare an anus for penile insertion. Girls were given oral sex training as a way to relieve men's frustrations. In 2041, the last of the venereal diseases was eradicated, and blowjobs and bareback anal sex became the standard for dating couples. Illogically, the boys were taught only how to prepare the girls' asses and not how to pleasure them orally.

By 2045 all women were required to get a vaginal implant upon reaching puberty. The device reported all illegal insertions and tracked any deposits of sperm, presence of latex, or other materials listed under subsection 22b unless filing for motherhood (ROL - Regulated Offspring License). Even if allowed, all penile insertions that did not result in intra-vaginal ejaculations would be reported and the couple would be subpoenaed. The implants also tracked fertility cycles and pregnancies which were monitored by VPA, Vaginal Policing Administration, an arm of the NSA. That group had almost unlimited power to enforce the

It wasn't until women went through menopause that the implants were removed. DewMe paid a hefty fee to add a chip inside the Baton to let the vaginal implant know this wasn't a real penis.

Applying for an ROL was another major hurdle. Not anyone could have a child. The Jewell-Johnson Act of 2039 required proof of citizenship along with income from a legitimate job exceeding the national average. On top of that, no convicted felons were allowed to procreate. It was after fulfilling those requirements that attempts at a pregnancy would only be granted through a lottery. At first, this was met with anger and protests but within a couple of years, those quieted down as those convicted were banned from ever being allowed to have intra-vaginal sex. As it turned out, an abnormally high % of wealthy white couples were granted an ROL, and often, even though the JJ Act limited couples to a single child, those in the higher tax brackets were allowed a 2nd child.

For those who were not granted an ROL and were forbidden from vaginal intercourse, there were alternatives. In San Fran and other cities, there were legal brothels where post-menopausal women charged an exorbitant price for vaginal penetration. Cumming inside them was extra for no apparent reason since pregnancy or STDs weren't a factor. Many post-menopausal housewives and those in the service sector worked part-time to supplement their incomes.

Then, there were the Faraday sites. These were incredibly expensive to set up and few were present in private residences as the government had drones flying around scanning for electronic dead spots. The only places that had them were supposedly for therapies and meditation rooms. On top of that, these places had to be equipped with expensive VaginClear sterilizing equipment... basically, douching/Shopvac equipment.

John had never been tempted but still imagined his cock sliding inside this fantastic vagina he felt everything build up. He tried to focus on anything but Stacy's creamy, sweaty body undulating on her bed. He wanted to hold off but her cries as she came blew all other thoughts away. His grunts joined hers as they both peaked and exploded simultaneously. His orgasm ended first and as he looked at his tablet, he hoped to remember her glowing naked body for the rest of his life. He could feel his still-hard cock driving into her velvety smooth vagina hoping he could stay hard for as long as she was enjoying him. The incredible blonde had her back arched, her wide open legs humping against the Baton as she grunted rhythmically.

A month later, Stacy moved in with John as he had a spacious 559 sq. ft. flat in North Trump Apartments. It wasn't great but it was a place to live. A month after that they headed to Vegas and got married.

While in Vegas, both John and Stacy ran into many others with hair fetishes and tried their first SWAE. Both John and Stacy knew about Sexual Wireless Area Encounters as they often fielded technical questions concerning WICANs or Wirelessly Integrated Component Area Networks. These were originally developed for conferences and general meetings but DewMe began selling adapters so like-minded people could share and enjoy each other's company on a wider scale. John had received calls from naked groups attempting to share their Caps and Batons with others. They had often wondered how it would feel to move around a room and feel various clams and penises. They finally did and though it was incredibly erotic, it left them both feeling violated. Once they logged into the WICAN and opened up their apps, anyone could virtually enjoy their assets. Stacy's app almost froze when it reported 22 men had linked to her Baton. She could see at least a dozen of the men across the room staring at her as they virtually fucked her cunnole.

Money was tight even with the cheap $7,000/month rent, so they rarely went out to eat or treat themselves to trips. Their attempts to find others who enjoyed the SWAE lifestyle came to naught as the people around them were trying to get by and were mostly conservative. At least the overt comments about Stacy's hair disappeared, replaced by disapproving glares.

Both hated their jobs but options weren't great for humans. If they were robots they'd have their pick of many highly skilled jobs. Try as they might, most major companies tried to replace helpdesk personnel with AI but they found even though humans were less competent, they were a comfort to frustrated users. Helpdesks were populated primarily with humans who could tap into AI to resolve the more complex issues.

Stacy hated her job but liked her co-workers. They often went out after work to get a drink or walk around talking. These were the rare people she let get within 6' of her. She had no idea what her supervisor looked like other than he was male as all communication was through emails, text, or voice memos. He must be old-school as he never sent out vidmemos. She was fine with that after her previous boss suggested she'd improve her salary and position if she went with him to a Faraday. She suspected it would be holotaped while engaging in illegal non-procreative carnal relations. 'Leave me alone, let me do my job, collect my paycheck, and go home,' was her daily mantra.

Stacy was leaving a Starbucks one morning on her way to her cubicle when she saw a pair of men on the sidewalk ahead. She wanted to avoid them but it would mean moving into other pedestrian's lanes and that was almost considered assault.

"Excuse me, miss," the man said as he stuck out his 8' boom mic. "If you have time and can answer a few questions we'll give you a $250 Starbucks gift card. Just five minutes and signing an NDA... that's it, promise."

Stacy stopped. She was just feeling guilty having spent $29 on a tall latte. She was about to step around them but then felt a twinge of curiousity, "OK. Five minutes." It wasn't unusual for her to be stopped on the street but no one had ever told her it involved an NDA before. As far as she knew, the porn studios had no need of NDAs. She felt as if she should step back when the two men moved 6' close to her but just smoothed her mask over her face.

"First of all, Married? Single?"

"Married." Then, to cut them off if they wanted her to perform naked, she blurted, "If this is for a holo-shoot, not interested," she said quickly. Holo-shoots were the new rage in the porn industry allowing viewers to rotate their view from whatever angles they could. They could play the naked model or couple on their bed, or couch as if they were in the same room. Many viewers would have couples fucking on their laps as the jerked off. They were illegal as the participants were actually physically engaged but they were shot inside Faraday rooms and the women's faces were pixilated and had thorough douchings before leaving the studios. Strangely, the men's faces were well known, and often were seen pitching beer and other products.

The man laughed, "No, no... this is legit." He did wonder what it would take to recruit this woman. He personally liked hair, especially blondes. On top of that, PornBang would give him a $200 thou' finders fee for someone this spectacular. "This is for an INC 50 company and these are purely marketing questions concerning a new venture they're considering. As Stacy nodded, the man continued, "Favorite actor?"

"Brian Dawkins," Stacy answered quickly. Brian was the world's #1 heartthrob apprearing in both mainstream videos and porn shoots. The Apple store had apps reputed to program the Baton to take on the exact shape and size of Brian's penis. They were being constantly removed but would pop back into the store by another name.

"Actress?"

"Dolores Andrews," she said, "I mean, she's my husband's and she is beautiful." Dolores Andrews was the most athletic of the current action stars and did all her own stunts. The fact that she could act and wore clothes that seemed to shred easily made her the top-grossing female star.

Stacy nodded and answered the man's questions which went from the purely demographic to the slightly more personal. "Hetero, lesbian, or bi?" he asked. "Open or monogamous marriage?"

Stacy considered and blushed, "Definitely hetero. I guess monogamous... we tried open, but just the once."

The man nodded then asked, "Mono or poly-orgasmic?"

Stacy looked around hoping no one could hear but they were all in their own worlds. Most had earbuds and they avoided looking at anyone else. "Poly... mostly. Depends on my partner," she said softly.

Then he asked her if she had the Baton and if so, how many. "Relax, like I told you, this is totally anonymous."

"Two, I have two," she said looking around.

'And your husband? I'm sure he has a Cap. Does he have a Baton?"

Stacy blushed as she realized this was a personal and private piece of information even though men enjoyed anal play as much as women. Perhaps the difference was that the latest Baton linked to the Cap to duplicate the man's cock size and shape. But as she hesitated, the man nodded, "We'll put him down for 1." Then he asked another question, "Outside of any potential cost would you be interested in a femoid or mascoid as a sexual partner? I'm talking about a fully natural-looking animatronic sexually accurate being. For example, if a Brian Dawkins model were available would that interest you?"

Stacy blushed more as she thought about engaging in actual physical sex without the goal of procreation. She and John had talked about entering the ROL lottery but on their salaries and living costs it was out of the question. She nodded, "Yes, I mean with a mascoid of Brian Dawkins..."

The interviewer chuckled. He knew that reaction. His cock throbbed as he could see this rare beauty lying on her back using the Baton. Her cheeks reddened and her nipples poked through her blouse. "OK. Last question. Would you be interested in earning $15,000 in a blind anatomical research study? Before you answer, No. This is not porn and no one would ever see videos, holograms, or pics of you. Your name would not be attached to the results, you'd be Model 123456 or something. This is for a potential product... OK, it's so the company I represent can create anatomically correct and marketable femoids and mascoids. The goal is to find perfect body parts and then create appealing sexual partners. I'm sure you figured that out. The hope is that by creating these service beings based on real people we can reach a broad market. It can be on a weekend or evening and takes just two hours of your time."

Stacy shook her head but paused, "No one will see... do I have to get naked?"

The man chuckled, "Yes, but in a room without windows. The entire process is handled by scanners and robotic arms. No one will ever see you naked outside of a female tech, I promise. In fact, the NDA you will be required to sign has a section ensuring your privacy."

Stacy thought about the money but shook her head, "Tempting but I value my privacy and the thought of..."

The man nodded, "I get it. What if you see your breasts or ass displayed on a sexual cyborg somewhere... but who would know it's you?" he asked. Can I just take a quick pic of you?"

Stacy nodded, "I have to get to work. I don't want to be late so if you can hurry...?"

After the man took a snapshot, he put up a finger, "Hang on," he said as he typed something into his Apple. He waited and there was a soft ding. He looked up and smiled, "This is very unusual but my supervisor told me to go to $20,000 and if that doesn't work go as high as $30,000. Never," he shook his head, "he never told me to go over 20 thou... you're a tough negotiator. Do we have a deal at $30,000?" he grinned. "I promise no one will ever see any of the pictures or scans of you... totally anonymous. Plus, you are what? One out of 12 billion people? 6 Billion females?" he asked. He'd interviewed over 200 of the more spectacularly beautiful women in California and this blonde was way up on his list of the top beauties, even with her long hair... maybe because of her long hair. He was a fan of the retro porn from the 30's and 40's.

Stacy's head spun. Two hours of work for a month's pay? She nodded, "OK. I'll read the forms I have to sign carefully. I don't want to see pictures or videos of me in the vid stores... not that I would ever go into a place like that," she blushed.

After getting and giving the necessary contact information, she hurried off to work. She was 3 minutes late and saw a triangular red '!' symbol on her computer. She clicked on it and nodded. She would have to work through lunch to make up for the minor infraction. This was better than what happened to Alexy. She was chronically late and lost her job after the 5th infraction. Last Stacy heard, the girl had moved to San Fran and was working the streets. Sadly, Alexy was just 35 and at least 15-20 years from menopause so she could make real money... if she could maintain her figure. That was how society worked, women were valued as mothers, clerical workers, or sex workers. This wasn't a hard and fast rule but the exceptions were few and far between.

She was starving when she got home and made a PB&J on Killer Dave's Wonder Bread. They couldn't afford the high-end bread the company made but the three-pack of the white bread was affordable. When John got home she was about to explode with the news.

John sat back and smiled, "This is great. I don't know why you're nervous. This isn't for some prurient purpose. It sounds legit. I wonder if this isn't a new product from DewMe? It sure makes sense. I'm sure when you go there they'll tell you the company."

Stacy nodded and felt her pulse quicken. What if men all around the world get to feel what her vagina or breasts are like? Without even putting the dishes in the tiny dishwasher, Stacy pulled John to the bedroom where they used the Cap and all three of the Batons.

John lay panting after a two-hour fuck session. He looked over at his almost comatose wife. She was breathing deep and fast as she recovered from her 6th orgasm. That was amazing, he thought. She should get interviewed on the street more often.

A week later, Stacy stepped out of the car. She leaned in and told John, "They said the procedure would take two hours. I assume I'll have to sign a bunch of paper and things, so," she looked at her phone, "3:30? I'll meet you out here?" she asked.

John nodded. He rarely got down to the Watsonville area and wanted to check out the ocean and bakeries. In his experience, no one made better sourdough than the bakeries in Watsonville. As he drove off he felt another surge of pride that Stacy was his wife... his love.

Stacy glanced back as John purred away in his Kia Hov3 wondering if they'd ever be able to afford the Hov4 or even the Hov5 which had more room and a more generous hatch. She looked at the tall glass building and saw no corporate logo or other sign as to who it housed. When she entered the atrium, the standing guard held out an electronic pad.

"Sign in here, please. And when you are done, please step inside the scanner."

Scanners replaced metal detectors in the '40s as they were capable of detecting anything non-organic along with various pathogens. Stacy nodded as she went through one to get to her desk. She entered her information, returned the tablet, and stepped into the scanner.

The guard nodded as he saw the ghostly image of the beautiful woman on the screen. He wasn't a fan of her blatantly long hair but she was hair-free everywhere else. He rotated the picture and nodded in appreciation as he saw her tight clam. He loved what his father always termed, a 'hot-crossed-bun pussy.' No one used the term pussy anymore and he had no idea where the term came from but he liked it just the same. "OK, miss. You can step out." He handed her a visitor badge on a lanyard, "Keep this on at all times," he ordered. "Take an elevator on the left bank to the 33rd floor. Scan your badge to open the door. You won't be able to get off on any other floor and alarms will go off if you mistakenly try. Please return the badge when you are done," he said.

Stacy's stomach hurt as she stepped into the elevator. She checked the logo on the badge and nodded, 'DewMe..' John was right. The elevator was incredibly smooth and other than a brief feeling of increased and then decreased weight the bell dinged and the floor read '33.' She waved her badge at the reader and the door opened.

"Ms. Smith, I presume?" the woman in the white lab coat asked. "My name is Brenda."

Stacy stepped out, "Stacy, yes," she said.

"Come with me. We have forms to sign, and a questionnaire you'll need to fill out. Then we'll go over the procedure. I warn you the paperwork will make you want to jump out the window, the questionnaire is truly personal, and the procedure couldn't be more invasive. If these things don't scare you, our lead tech Jeremy should. He loves women with hair, especially blondes with long hair," she smiled.

"I thought I'd be... you know, undressing with just a woman," she said softly.

"Our female tech was... detained and... Jeremy is a professional," she sighed. Deanna got drunk and was gang-raped and her vaginal implant detected massive amounts of sperm. The VPA raided her house and no one has seen her since yesterday morning. Most likely, in a facility where lab technicians were running DNA tests on the various loads of sperm inside her cunnole. "I hope you are OK with this. He does try to hide his various perversions," she tried to sound light.

Stacy wondered if she were being warned or teased but went with it. "I can handle it. I work a helpdesk," she smiled.

Brenda chuckled, "Then you are used to abuse. Perfect. Let's get started.

The paperwork wasn't bad, just sign, sign, sign, initial, initial, sign... She made note of parts that stated, "... any part or whole entitles the party above to.1% of any profit derived..." She wanted to laugh. If she read that right, the product could copy her breasts and she'd get 1/1,000 of whatever profit was derived from a sale. Hell, if they use her clam, ass, and breasts she could afford a Venti latte once a week! She didn't see anything that looked like she'd be signing her life away so she handed back the stack of forms. Another NDA form to sign which didn't surprise her. She had to sign an NDA last week when she placed a large order at Starbucks for the office.

Then she went through the questionnaire. It was much the same as she went through on the street but this asked a few more detailed questions. Age of losing virginity; various sexual turn-ons, preferences, and number of sexual partners, physical and app-sex.

Then Brenda took a cheek swab and handed the vial to a tech who went into the other room with it. Stacy wondered if it were to test for flu, COVID58, or herpes, or to gather her DNA. She didn't remember reading anything about her DNA being used.

Brenda put away her tablet, "I think you're doing great. Let me introduce you to Jeremy. I hope you are not modest as he needs to take various measurements by hand to tune the scanner. Normally, Deanna is here to do this but she's out on PTO. I'll be right there but he's a professional... think about it as you would getting your physical."

Stacy followed Brenda into the room and looked at the sterile environment. Everything was utilitarian and stark except for the glass room in the corner. She felt out of place with a bright red top and blue jeans in the stainless and white room. The tech returned and handed a tablet to Brenda.

The woman read it and led Stacy over to the male tech. She handed the man the tablet before going to a console next to the strange chamber.

"Jeremy," the man said curtly, "Please remove all your clothes, rings, piercings, and other items and put them in the cabinet over here. I've been thoroughly tested for all viruses and bacteria and I'm 100% clean. I see that you are free of any of the major diseases so you can remove your mask. You can put your purse in there and we'll lock it programmed to your palm print. Don't run off naked when we're done or we'll have to get a locksmith in here," he joked. Then he looked serious again, "Questions?" he asked as he turned to go over to a drawer.

Stacy hesitated but did as the man suggested. Soon she was stark naked in front of a man she'd just met 3 minutes before. Brenda nodded reassuringly before the man returned with a sort of laser pen and a tablet.

Jeremy pressed a button on the device and pointed it at Stacy's neck, "Please don't move while I do the scan," he ordered softly. He circled her neck, then shoulders, upper clavicle, and around her chest. Stacy was embarrassed by how hard her nipples were as the man scanned her areolas, her nipples, and the shape of her tear-drop breasts before continuing to her waist. It was just a point of light but she swore she could feel it touching skin.

Stacy stood stock still while the man spent time on her ass, even going as far as to part her ass-cheeks to study her anus. 'This is what I signed up for...$30,000...$30,000...' she told herself. Then he repeated the close inspection of her clam before moving down between her legs. He seemed fascinated by her inner thighs before scanning the entire length of her legs - crotch to the floor. This man soon knew more about her body than her husband did.

Finally, after scanning her ankles and feet he stood and clicked off the pen. He studied the tablet and nodded at Brenda. "Give me 5 minutes to upload this... you can get Ms. Smith strapped in in the meantime."

'Strapped in?' Stacy wondered, 'Strapped into what and why? I thought it would be like the scanner in the lobby,' she thought. She was led naked over to the chamber Brenda was preparing. On the floor were what looked to be padded ski bindings. Hanging from the ceiling were a pair of metal arms with metal cuffs. "Wait, this is weird. I'm not..."

Brenda chuckled encouragingly, "Relax, like I told you. The worst part is Jeremy. This is nothing. You'll be safe in here. The torture-room shackles are comfortable and are used so the scanner can get accurate data while you assume various positions. Trust me and I know what I'm talking about. I've done this at least a dozen times and it's effortless and painless... once you relax it's really quite enjoyable."

Stacy had reservations. First, she got naked with a man who was not her husband, then she took off her mask and was within 6" of him the entire time. Now she was willingly being shackled naked to a machine. She looked around and could see no signs of any cameras. She sighed and let the woman clamp her feet into the footies. They were super soft and super comfortable but she could sense she would not be able to get free if she tried. She raised her arms over her head and as the cuffs clipped around her wrists she felt more vulnerable and helpless than she ever had. What had she gotten herself into? Then Brenda took a hair tie out from somewhere and got her long tresses tied up onto her head.

Brenda stepped back and nodded, "We've done a few volunteers so far but you are by far the most beautiful," she said, "I'm as straight as they come but... never mind." She pressed a button on the wall and they heard Jeremy's voice, "30 seconds. Thank you, Brenda." She patted Stacy tenderly on the ass and smiled, "Relax and enjoy. You'll see what I mean." She then hit another button and the glass became completely opaque.

10 seconds after the door closed the lights went out and Stacy was alone in the room. She was impressed that the room temperature was perfect... not cool, not warm. Then there was a humming sound and she felt soft fur on her face and neck. She realized it was the same cilia that DewMe used on the Cap to calibrate for the man's penis. She was sure as there wasn't a woman around who hadn't pressed a finger into a Cap and turned it on.

As the cilia moved onto her chest a soft light came on and she could see another pair of arms rotating around while moving down her body. She now understood why Jeremy had to program the machine as the cilia couldn't have been more than 1/2" long. She quivered as both arms cupped and stroked her breasts spending considerable time exploring her nipples. She was sure somewhere there was an accurate model of her torso and breasts.

Jeremy and Brenda were looking at the ghostly figure of the naked woman appearing on the 6' screen in front of them. "Incredible, aren't they," Jeremy asked rhetorically as the scanner reproduced the blonde's spectacular breasts. "I think the guys upstairs might go with her, what do you think?"

Brenda sighed, "I think we have a winner... sad about the hair, though. I'd like to see her cranial shape."

Jermey smiled, "Got you covered, our first scan is with hair but I can do another and we'll see her as if she were truly nude." He pressed a few buttons and waited. The screen was redrawn and the image of the naked torso hovering in midair was now clean-shaven. "There, I like her shape, perfectly symmetrical. We could go either way if we use her, maybe both. Depends on your fetish, if you know what I mean," he said softly.

Stacy felt the soft fur travel around her ass before the boots spread apart and she felt her legs open. She gasped as furry arms pressed between her cheeks and against her opening tulip petals. She worried the cilia might clump with her flowing juices and as the arm moved around her thigh she felt the coolness of the damp fur smearing her fluids on her skin.

Jeremy and Brenda were both feeling the room temperature increase as they saw the naked form near completion. The next part was what both liked the best. Brenda made it sound as if she tolerated the procedure but the truth was, she craved it and Jeremy was more than willing. They daily used Brenda as a baseline. The suits above assumed Brenda was a good foot-soldier as she went through the full body scan under the guise of tuning the calibrations.

Stacy felt as if she'd cum immediately if she strapped on her Baton by the time the arms finished scanning her body. The arms tucked back into the wall and she thought the procedure might be done but her legs spread wider and she was almost doing the splits with her naked crotch just a foot off the floor. She could feel her clam open wide as cool air wafted inside her wet slit. She looked down and saw a curved bar come out of the floor with perhaps 20 amber lights glowing. It rotated up and down her crotch as it moved from her left inside leg to her right. She assumed it was mapping her clam and anus. 'Do they really need such detail?' she wondered.

"Fuck," Jeremy sighed, "She's fucking perfect." On the 6" screen was the mapping Stacy wondered about. Jeremy wished it were in color as he pointed to the fleshy insides of the woman's open clam lips, "We'll get the full rendition but she is showing a lot of pink. The guys upstairs sure love pink."

"Tell me about it," Brenda said huskily.

The muscles inside of Stacy's legs were getting sore... abductors? she wondered. She never could keep the abductor and adductor muscles apart. She felt relief when she felt her arms pull up and her feet slide closer together. The arc-shaped device finished and disappeared into the floor. She was halfway to having her feet together when they stopped. More arms came out and attached sensors onto her chest and waist. 'EEG? EKG?' she wondered. 'Why?' Then two more arms rose up with what looked to be pencil-shaped or straw-like rods. She instantly knew what they were for and couldn't resist if she wanted to as one slid easily into her slit and the other into her anus. Both were well-lubricated but the one in her vagina needn't have been. Both moved in and out as if mapping her holes. 'Fucking thorough,' she thought. 'What's next, my mouth... throat?'

Then she felt it.. them. Both were expanding and growing inside her as they pumped in and out of her two holes. "Fuck!" she said out loud as she felt an orgasm coming on. This was getting way too stimulating. The size and the pace of fucking her increased and she stifled a cry as she orgasmed. "Please tighten your muscles as hard as you can to resist the probes from exiting your orifices," a mechanical woman's voice ordered. The two rods slowed their pistoning as she clenched her vagina and sphincter. She didn't understand why but needed to impress someone so she squeezed hard.

Jeremy grinned as they listened to the woman's cries and rhythmic grunts. He wished he could see, wished he could control the action of the twin probes but he could see her flushed sweaty body in his mind. Then his eyes widened as he saw the numbers on the screen. No one had ever come close to the force recorded on either the anal or vaginal mappers. Without thinking he stroked Brenda's ass and rather than pull away, the woman turned her body so his fingers brushed against her skirt-covered clam.

Stacy's brain was barely aware of her surroundings anymore as the objects in her two holes were growing larger and larger as they fucked her. She gave up trying to tighten her muscles... did the mechanical voice tell her she could relax now? She couldn't remember. Stacy was dying to know how large they were. She had maxed out her Batons at 10" but these passed that length a while back. She felt another orgasm coming on as she felt the first painful stretching. Just as she exploded the probes slowly reduced the girth, length, and pace.

"Holy shit! That's a new record," Jeremy pointed at the screen, "15.5" long and 10.7" girth for her vagina. 16.5" and 9.2" for her anus. She could easily take on 4 average men at once," he sighed. He had lifted the front of Brenda's skirt and was rubbing her damp clam through her panties.

Brenda looked at the numbers jealously. She topped out at 11.4" and 7.2" for her vagina and 10.2" and 7.0" for her anus.

Stacy's body went limp as the arms holding her wrists supported most of her weight. In the back of her mind, she wondered if in the future they might need updated data. She roused herself just as the two devices slurped out of her holes and receded into the floor. She hoped they were sterilized between uses but she almost didn't care. Then an arm came out of the wall in front of her and she knew what she was supposed to do. Apparently, they wanted to know the max potential for their femoids. It would suck... so to speak... if the femoid couldn't handle one of the larger men. She opened her mouth as the smooth device not much bigger than a thermometer slid in.

Jeremy moved the woman's panties aside and slid a finger inside, "Please don't tell your husband," he said, "I know how you guys like to discuss your fantasies... I just don't want him to question you working here."

Brenda opened her lab coat and unbuttoned her blouse, "Not a word. Keep going... use another finger," she sighed.

Jeremy loved Brenda's clam but her ass was even better. She was a tease but this was going past where she'd allowed him to go before. He could sense that she'd be bending over, offering him her ass soon.

Another arm had come down and was holding the back of Stacy's head as the device measured her capacity for cock in her mouth. She had defeated her gag reflex months ago with John and could easily take the growing shaft in her mouth. The mechanical voice repeated the instructions so she sucked as hard as she could without using her teeth. The shaft continued to grow in length and girth as she resisted every time it pulled out of her throat. She had no idea how big it was but when her jaw began to ache it shrunk and left her with drool streaming onto her bare chest.

Brenda was panting as Jeremy's fingers sloshed inside her. She looked at the screen when she heard Jeremy exclaim again.

"Fuck... another record. 17.6" and 10.8" I can't wait to get this data upstairs," he sighed. He heard the wet sucking sound of the oral probe being retracted from the woman's mouth as Brenda unzipped his pants.

"Grab the damn lube," Brenda grunted as she pulled up her skirt and bent over the table.

Stacy worked out the aching in her jaw muscles. 'How do these probes know when to stop?' she wondered. She thought that was it but then her arms were pulled down until she did the downward dog. This isn't a bad position when she wore tights and her feet were together but it felt obscene being naked and with her feet wide apart. Even though the room was a perfect temperature, her clam and anus felt cool, obscenely cool, and exposed. Having her hands and feet trapped was one thing, but to be forced into a position of abject vulnerability was disturbing yet arousing.

She waited in this position for mere seconds but it felt longer. Then she felt it. A probe, a fat probe entered her cunnole and slid into her. 'What's this for?' It was large, almost as large as the maximum size it got to when it assessed her vagina. 'They already measured,' she thought as the shaft increased speed. Then she felt it, the tingling inside. Just 5 minutes into this stage of the procedure she felt another orgasm coming on.

Jeremy and Brenda didn't see the rendering on the screen of Stacy's orgasm but they could hear her as Jeremy slammed his cock deep inside his co-worker's ass. He groaned loudly as Brenda's tight anal ring gripped his cock. His balls ached as he watched Stacy in the same position on the screen. The difference was the subject had her cunnole being fucked.

Over the next hour, Stacy's body was moved into position after position and brought to orgasm. She had known she was polyorgasmic but 8 times??? She surmised that they needed this data to program the femoid to respond to each of the more popular positions. Even though the room was a comfortable temperature, her body glistened with sweat, and her hair was matted to her forehead.

Finally, the procedure was done. The lights went on and Brenda came in with a smile on her face, "You did great. We got numbers that far exceeded our expectations. Come on, a quick shower and we'll get you dressed. I hope you didn't feel like it was too much," she said.

Stacy nodded, "Close. Now I know why you've done it 12 times," she said in a breathy voice.

Brenda laughed, "OK. It wasn't purely to calibrate the system. I'm guessing you figured out we're trying to capture your physical and physiological characteristics. Come on. We'll get you your check... impressive. No one negotiated more than $20 thou before but Christ, the data we got makes it a bargain."

She felt as if 4 hours had passed but when she checked her Apple, it had been just over two hours. Jeremy and Brenda both watched her as she dressed. Their looks were more appraising than leering. A shiver went down her spine as she felt like a commodity to be assessed.

When she left the building, she could tell the guard eyed her the same way. It was creepy and she couldn't wait to get out to the street. As she checked her Apple hoping John wouldn't be late, she had this strange feeling she was being watched from one of the upper floors behind her.

The two men looked out from the 56th floor. "I'm thinking of getting one of the early prototypes... should we make one with hair? Long straight blonde hair?" one of the men asked.

"I miss hair. My wife used to love it when I pulled on hers... triggered her orgasm almost every time," the other sighed as he admired the golden glow of the tall girl. "Get me the tapes as soon as the techs have them and let's set up a meeting in the conference room. I agree, we need a femoid with hair... long blonde hair." He pressed the roller button on the window frame setting the glass to telescopic. They admired the figure of the beautiful woman as if she were standing next to them. She looked expectant as she turned to face the entry road. Both wanted to adjust their discomfort in their pants as they anticipated seeing the vids.

John pulled up 10 minutes later glad he was 5 minutes early. When his wife climbed it, he asked, "How was it? Strange?"

"You have no idea," Stacy signed. "I'm hungry and we have a bit of extra money. Can we stop somewhere?" She still could feel almost every one of the many orgasms she experienced.

"Sure, what'd they do to you?" John asked as he lifted and pulled into traffic.

"You know, measurements, questions. I signed an NDA so I can't say much more."

John nodded. NDAs were becoming the norm. Data was almost as valuable as water.

* * *

Stacy had almost forgotten about the procedure at DewMe when she got a text at work. She was on a call so she couldn't read it immediately. Actually, the rules stated that no personal texts or calls while working, so she'd have to read it during her 10 AM bathroom break.

She closed the door on the stall and quickly pulled down her panties. She should not have had that latte before her shift started and she was ready to explode. In another year, she'd have 4 years of seniority and get another bathroom break but until then she had to ration her coffee intake. She almost forgot about the text and snatched the Apple out of her purse. She read it once and then read it again.

"Ms. Smith. We were extremely intrigued by the results of your scan and would like to leverage your amazing assets further. Please call me at, 1-354-3654-9000-900, ext 345. Brian Tucker." She wondered what he meant by leverage. Does this mean another scan? She felt her clam pulse eagerly as she recalled the two hours. It left her exhausted, but she wondered if they'd need her to go through it again.

She barely made it to her desk at the end of her 10-minute bathroom break. The timer on her screen was counting down, 3, 2, 1. She cleared the screen saver before an alert was sent to her faceless supervisor. Tom, over on the browser helpdesk was written up when his constipation made him 5 minutes late coming back from his break. Everyone made sure to eat a high-fiber diet while limiting water intake.

She couldn't contact Brian over at DewMe until her lunch break. She took her PB&J over to a patch of grass and leaned against a tree. She pressed the number on the screen and listened to the rapid beeps.

"Brian Tucker. Ah, Stacy Smith. So glad you could call me back. Do you have a minute?" His voice sounded deep, middle-aged. She had an image of a suited exec sitting behind a walnut desk.

"I do...20, in fact... if you don't mind if I chew," Stacy said. She was wishing she had taken a bite before calling as her stomach was growling.

The man laughed, "Please, don't mind me. I get it, I just finished my lunch while on a conference call with my supervisors."

"Thanks, I'll try to eat quietly. What did you mean by leverage my assets?" she asked.

"Exactly that. Look, we have had hundreds of potential assets come through here and... I trust you remember the NDA you signed?" he asked quickly.

Stacy quickly swallowed her bite and nodded, "Yes. Two, actually."

"Cool, I'm sure you figured out we are expanding into CPAS... sorry, Cyborg Personal Assistants... OK, sex robots," he said softly as if someone were listening in. "We've been doing composites from hundreds... perhaps thousands of scans and we realized we were trying to come up with... can I say this and not scare you?" he asked. "We were trying to come up with you. Our ideal Femoid is a composite of all your assets if that makes any sense at all. We'd like you to come down here again to get some more data and images, can you do that?"

Stacy quit chewing her sandwich. Her head spun. Her first thought was, 'Hell, yes! I'll go through the procedure again.' Then she wondered, 'They want to make sex robots that look like me?' she thought. 'Why?'

"Ms. Smith, are you still there?" Brain asked.

"Sorry. I was processing all this. I mean, you want to copy me... clone me?" she said softly.

"Well, sure. Yeah. You are as close to the perfect woman as we've seen... I hope that doesn't make you feel... I don't know how that might feel. No one would ever know it's you... I mean, think about it. They'd have to see you and our femoid together. Look, I'll get to the point, all we would need is another two hours of your time and we'll pay you $100,000. Couldn't you use the money?" he asked.

Stacy looked at her unfinished sandwich and her Apple, "OK. I can't talk much more. I have to get back to my desk in 4 minutes. I'm free this weekend... have to work weekdays. Text me when... I assume where, and I'll be there."

Stacy shoved the remaining sandwich into her mouth and made it back to her desk with 33 seconds left. She could have stopped at the water station.

That night, John and Stacy talked it over... if a talk could be considered a mere 47 seconds. If no one knew this was an exact reproduction of Stacy's body and she would get $100,000 what was there to discuss? That night, they went to a retro restaurant they had only dreamt about, The Brown Derby.

The following Saturday, John dropped Stacy off and watched as she strode more confidently toward the tall glass building. Today he was going to check out Monterey. He loved Steinbeck and as Cannery Row was just down the coast...

This time, the guard stood and held out the badge, "Ms. Smith Welcome back. Let's do a quick scan and then this time, 45th floor. They are waiting for you."

'That's strange. He saw me what? 2 months ago? He remembered me?' She stepped out of the scanner after hearing the pleasant tune indicating all was good and went over to the elevator bank. She pressed the up button and waited. The guard went back to his desk as he checked her out.

When the elevator door opened, she saw whom she suspected was Brian waiting for her. "Ms. Smith, good to finally meet you in person," he said as he scanned her figure.

Stacy chuckled, "Stacy, please and I'm glad you didn't lie and say you were happy to see more of me."

Brian laughed and nodded, "OK. We're not the best for respecting people's privacy but you have nothing to feel ashamed about. Your scores were through the roof, I mean all of them." He hesitated, "And if I can say so, most wanted to maintain your head of hair on the femoid."

"Oh goodie... I am not going to be offered $20,000 to shave my head," she smiled.

Brian stopped and looked at her, "Fuck me. That was an actual suggestion, to the $."

Stacy shook her head, "Your budget couldn't handle what it would take to shave off my hair."

"Not even for a year's salary?" Brian asked, "Is it that important to you?"

Stacy nodded, "I'll tell you something I've told no one. When I was a little girl, my Mom got cancer and her hair fell out. I shaved my head to support her and when I went to her bed to show her, she cried. I thought it would make her happy. She told me seeing me without my beautiful hair was hurting her more than the cancer. So I grew my hair out and promised her I'd never cut it off again," she said softly. She ran a finger down her hair to her chin, "When she died, my hair was down to here and she smiled at me and told me I was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. Then, she closed her eyes and went to sleep... never woke up. I never even told my husband why I still have hair." She looked at the tears in Brian's eyes, "Sorry... it was years ago."

"Man! I won't say a word about your hair ever again except that your Mom was right. You have beautiful hair."

"Thanks, though I envy you shaved people. No shampoo, conditioner, hair dryers, brushes... not to mention the hell of a windy day," she said as she followed him into a large conference room. She felt intimidated as she saw 12 men in suits and a lone woman all standing around as if waiting for her. On the screens were images of Stacy's body... body parts with the subheading, Model 511003. She felt more naked than when she was scanned by Jeremy as every part of her at every angle was being splashed onto multiple screens. She saw none of the men wore masks. Were they tested daily as were Brenda and Jeremy?

"Ms. Smith, please relax. I'm Arthur Davis. We'll do all the introductions when we're settled. You are among friends and admirers. Have a seat and feel free to lose the mask if you like," a 60-something grey-browed man said. "You've been scanned and show zero pathogens and we're scanned daily." He held out the chair at the foot of the long conference table, "Coffee? Water?" he asked.

Stacy was going to decline but she wondered how the other half lived, "Coffee would be great," she said as she stood by her seat. She wasn't about to be the only one sitting.

Arthur nodded at the woman who went over to get the coffee. As she poured the coffee, the men took what looked to be assigned seating.

Brian must have received a signal as he nodded at the group and left the room.

"Cream? Sugar?" the woman asked as she placed the steaming cup and saucer on the table.

"Thanks. Black is fine," Stacy said. She took a sip and nodded, "Nice. As good as it smells," she said. She looked at the men and then up on the screens, "I feel like I've been peeled and dissected. Now I'm waiting to hear how you'll dispose of me," she said.

Arthur laughed, "I get it, totally get it," he said as he looked at a particularly graphic image of Stacy's clam. "I'm not sure any of us would be comfortable seeing..." he pointed around the room. "This has to be the strangest thing that's ever happened to you but I think you'll see it has a purpose." He stood and walked over to get a cup of coffee for himself, "I know you have a collection of our sexual gratification devices and use them. Back in the '40s when we first put these out on the shelves, we never expected them to take over our other core businesses but the Cap and the Baton now make up 87% of our gross sales." He carried the cup back to his seat.

"The Comey Act created a void, a need if you will for an alternative to traditional acts of intimacy." He pointed to the image of Stacy's cute butt, "Sure, there's no law against anal," he pointed to the image of her mouth suggestively open, "or oral. But vaginal intercourse is now restricted to procreation or women who are post-menopausal. The Cap and the Baton have up to a point mitigated that by allowing a simulation of your partner's genitalia. You can feel the same thing with the Baton, for example, as if your husband were actually inside you. This has been great but it is still lacking. What is missing is the post-coital cuddling of your partner while still coupled, the flesh against flesh as you share your love." He looked over at one of the men on the right side, "Jim is going to tell us... tell you what's next for the American people in the bedroom."

Stacy nodded but was distracted by the circle of lights reflecting off all the men's bare scalps as if they were haloes.

The pale-skinned man thanked Arthur as he stood. He took a remote and clicked it. All around the room, ghostly images of naked Stacy standing popped up on the screens.

"We tried composites of volunteers like you," he clicked through a dozen or so pictures of naked women, "but we kept going back to Model 511003," he said as he clicked back to naked Stacy.

"Can I ask? Why Model 511003? Have you really scanned over a half-million women?"

Jim shook his head, "5, for E-cup. 1, for female, 1 for head of hair...003 is actually just the third candidate we scanned. We're up to... what is it, Bill, 875?"

A man across from Jim nodded, "Close. 903. The candidate we brought in the morning is Model 210903."

Stacy nodded, "B-cup, female, shaved head, 903rd candidate. Strange that breast size is the first factor... or sorry," she said as she looked at the room full of men, "Not strange at all."

"I guess not," Jim smiled. "It was the #1 factor for appeal in our trial studies. So as you can see we've had literally hundreds and if you factor in combinations, millions of potential femoids but..." He smiled as he looked around the room.

"But we keep coming back to 511003... you. We'd like our deluxe femoid to be based on you," Jim said. "All we need is for you to get rescanned. Think of it as being in a 3D printer," he chuckled.

"What about my hair? I'm not cutting it let alone shaving it."

Arthur answered, "We can program around that. We have your cranial shape on file," he said. "We just need your permission to do another series of photos and a full body scan."

"Thus the $100,000 Brian mentioned. Is this standard for this sort of thing?" she asked.

Arthur shook his head, "We've crossed into new territory here and the initial forms you signed allowed us to reproduce various anatomical parts. We neglected to request rights to reproduce a person."

"To be clear, my body... my naked body would be out there for all to see... use..." she said softly.

"Yes but no one would know it's you. Everyone outside of this room knows you as Model 511003," Arthur said, "Look, the deal was... I guess is... for any future composite models that we give you.1% of all profits from sales of any model using your various assets. We'll give you.5% of all profits derived from sales of all femoids based on Model 511003."

Stacy looked around, "What are your sale projections? What profits do you anticipate you'll garner in the first year of sales?"

Arthur looked at a man in a grey suit, "Edward?"

The tall man picked up his tablet and pressed a few buttons, "Model 511003, 650 unit projection... um, $58,500,000 earnings," he said before looking up.

"58 million?" Stacy said softly. She looked around the room and was about to agree when Arthur spoke up. She wanted to blurt out 'Yes!' but thoughts of getting a better place, better car ran through her mind. She stared blankly at the older man as she tried to think of something to say.

"Damn! You're good. We'll go 1% of sales along with.1% of all composites where we use your various assets," he said as he glanced over at the others for confirmation. The other men nodded. "Projected payout for you, almost $600,000"

Stacy nodded trying to look cool. They needed the money since neither made much more than minimum wage. Stacy was making $52/hour and John, $50/hour. With minimum wage being just $47, they could make more waiting tables if they factor in tips. $600,000 was three years of pay for her and John combined. "OK. I'll do it," she sighed, "Tell me what to do."

Jim smiled and nodded at Arthur, "Let's head over to the body lab," he said, "That's where we have the GENESIS, the Generative Engineering Nanotechnology Enhanced Structural Integration System. It's basically an organic 3D printer."

Stacy looked doubtful, "Is it safe?"

Arthur chuckled, "Completely. We had hundreds of initial failures but all were in the print chamber. The models were unaffected."

One of the men groaned, "That's where I got my start... cleaning up the chambers after what they termed BioDiversity."

Jim chuckled, "Sounded better than splattered guts. Anyhow, you would never know as the print chamber is on the lower level and GENESIS is two floors down. Shall we go?"

Stacy wondered why all 12 board members followed. This couldn't be more than a one or two-person job. They took two elevators and even then, Stacy felt a need to hold her breath. It took her back to her childhood when buildings had group elevators and she felt... what? Closed in? Crowded?

Stacy was led into a sterile room with what looked like two of the full-body scanners she had to go through in most buildings. They were designed early in the century to detect metal but have since been enhanced to scan for viruses and other pathogens. This one was larger and had twin rotating wands... bars?... on either side along with platters containing multiple sensors above and below. She felt a shiver as she realized the platter below would be getting 3D imaging of her clam and ass. The marks for her feet had to be 3' apart.

A woman came over to Stacy, "Model 511003? I'll need you to disrobe, you can put your clothes and things on the chair over here," she said. When the Model hesitated and looked at the dozen suits, she sighed, "Modesty? Christ," she shook her head. "Can you men turn around so Model 511003 has some privacy?" She made it sound as if Stacy were abnormally shy.

Stacy blushed as she heard the woman's tone. What sense of modesty could she possibly have after all her orifices were thoroughly mapped and analyzed? "It's fine," she sighed, "I guess there's nothing they haven't already seen." She looked over and saw half the men had turned, "Relax. I'll imagine I'm alone."

All the men turned back more curious than ever to see Stacy naked... the ideal woman literally in the flesh. Their eyes were fixed on the gorgeous blonde as she pulled off her blouse, unclipped her bra, and slid her jeans down her legs. She then pulled off her thong and added it to the pile.

Stacy could hear the soft groans from her audience as she turned naked away from the chair. She glanced over and noticed two things. No one was blinking and 12 pairs of pants bulged to varying degrees. She hoped that these men weren't rapists as she wouldn't be able to stop them. On top of that, the Comey Act stated that even if forced the woman responsible for the act was charged with a felony. The men would be charged with misdemeanors and would have to pay a small fine.

"Please step over here," the technician said in an almost bored tone. She studied the blonde's body from head to toe. She went over and twisted and rolled her long blonde hair into a bun. "There. Flawless. I was going to use makeup to cover any flaws but..." she sighed.

Stacy thought the woman sounded disappointed. Should she have some flaws... doesn't she have flaws? She looked over the technician's shoulder at the men. Three were adjusting their erections while the others looked equally uncomfortable. She shivered when she looked at the lust on their faces. Why did she agree to this? She closed her eyes telling herself it would soon be over.

"Alright. This is the boring part. All you need to do is stand still for 11 minutes and 28 seconds. If you move, we'll need to do another take... but I'm sure you can stay still for 11 minutes. Then you can get dressed and go home. Any questions?" the woman asked in a bored tone. "No? OK, stand on the foot marks on the floor. That's it," she said.

Stacy was happy to be facing away from the leering men but could still feel their eyes on her. The technician pulled her arms away from her body 6" before coming around to her front.

"I'm not being fresh, just need to get a good model for your chest," she said. She stroked her thumbs on Stacy's nipples making them even more erect than they were before. She stepped back and nodded. "Think erotic thoughts, these look perfect," she said. "Keep your eyes open and look straight ahead when the scanner does your face. After that, you can blink normally."

Stacy wanted to laugh. There was nothing normal about this at all. And her instructions to think erotic thoughts? She wasn't able to think about anything but erotic thoughts as she heard the scanner door close. She knew all 12 men behind her would readily take the misdemeanor charges on their records for a few minutes... a few hours with her. She remembered seeing a chart with a cost comparison between hiring a post-menopausal prostitute and the max penalty for intra-vaginal sex. The prostitute was 30% more.

Then the lights in the room went out and the lights in the scanner increased. The machine hummed and her relief at being with her back to the men was short-lived as she slowly rotated clockwise as if she were on display. She remembered the ballerina jewelry box her mother got her when she was 6. Then the machine's humming increased and a rotating arm came down.

The men watched as the scanner orbited the top of the blonde's head moving down to her ears and facial features. It had blue and amber lights that flew across Stacy's forehead, nose, and lips... she could feel the gentle breeze it caused as it revolved around her naked body. When it got to her chest, she had no issue maintaining her erect nipples as she could virtually feel the lights zipping across her swollen areolas. Perhaps, she felt the warmth of the light?

Stacy had assumed the copier, or whatever it was called, would start at her feet and work its way up. She could see her feet and ankles being printed in a room below but this wouldn't work. They probably stored the data before the printing started. She recalled the old TV show called Westworld humanoid clones were produced. Maybe that's how this all works, she thought.

Now that she was unable to move, all 12 men had their Apples out and were recording her naked form as she rotated slowly clockwise. There was nothing she could do and she wondered why would it matter. They had way more graphic recordings of every part of her... and now an organic 3D copy was soon to be produced. Then she had the terrible thought that men around the world would have clones of her and would be using her in various degrading ways. Perhaps, this was a bad idea.

But if there were only 650 made the odds of anyone who bought one ever seen here were astronomical. She ran the calculations through her head...12 billion people...650 units makes... um, 1 unit for every 18.5 million people. That would mean there would be just one Model 511003 clone in their city and another couple in LA-Diego. That did a lot to assuage her fears of being seen.

Just about the time she finished calculating the odds of anyone knowing it was her the arm finished with the feet and retracted back into the ceiling. The door automatically opened and the woman technician stepped in.

"Wonderful. You were perfect. Not a single movement. You're the first model where we didn't have to do a third take at least," she said. "Come on, I think the men have ogled you enough, let's get you dressed."

"I thought..." Stacy started to say.

Arthur came over as he put his Apple away, "First for production. We've copied dozens on Models but only as the basis for composites. You truly are the first that we'll be using entirely. I cannot tell you how excited I am... we are," he said glancing back at the other 11 board members.

Stacy let out a quick snort as she involuntarily looked at the various bulges.

Arthur nodded, "Yes, like that also but can't you see? Model 511003 is going to be a huge success! We've already decided that your Model will be sold as a premium or deluxe version." He looked over at Edward, "What did we decide?"

The tall man came over, his hands crossed in front, "Um, we plan on bringing out the composites starting at $750,000 as we were planning on your Model, but in trial studies, we found people were willing to go to $1,500,000 for an exclusive or deluxe Model. That means that we might not reach the projected 650 units but it would more than make up for it with the added profits. The composites will cost us about $410,000 to produce but without all the reprogramming..."

"OK. Thanks, Edward. What he's saying is that you'll realize at least double the commission just for letting us leverage your assets," he smiled.

Stacy felt her nipples get even harder as she thought about the tall blue-glass high-rise building with the condos that just went up just a half-mile from John's workplace. It would be 5x larger and so convenient. "Um, wow! Can I ask? How soon should the Model... you know, should I be out on the market?"

Arthur looked over at another man, "What were you proposing?" he asked.

Stacy was so wrapped up in the thoughts of finally getting some income she became unaware she was still naked and talking to three suits as if they were chatting in the board room.

"Tom. Tom Michaels," the man said holding out a hand.

Stacy hesitated not used to shaking hands, but took his hand and noticed he looked her steadily in her eyes.

"So to answer your question, we wanted to hold off on releasing the first models until fall, say 6 months. Then, as a new year's promotion, we'll release the deluxe model, yours. That way, there's a base market on which it is easier to upscale and enhance. I'd say looking at the projections you'd see your first check from Model 511003 come in just around the end of the first quarter."

Arthur quickly added, "But you should see checks come in sooner as we have various parts of you on a couple of the initial composites. You'll be dining out a lot more regularly in the next 5-6 months," he smiled.

Stacy smiled... they can last 6 months. She couldn't wait to tell John about the checks but not that there would be a clone of her out on the market for men to use. John's not the type to get jealous but no man wants to know that his wife is being virtually fucked by 650 men around the world. Her tulip bud throbbed as she considered how many would be using her cunnole, ass, and mouth for their pleasure... how many more would just dream of getting a chance to fuck her holes? Then, she realized men from every corner of the globe would be using her body... Asia, Europe, Africa, South America... Africa..." She felt a tingle go through he body as an image of a black man popped into her head.

"Any other questions?" he asked. "I assume you have a ride? Can we call you a limo?" he asked.

Stacy realized she was still naked and blushed, "Um, no. My husband will be here... what time is it?" she asked. Her Apple was over with her clothes and there was no clock on any wall.

"2:20," Arthur replied, "Your husband?"

"Damn! I told him 2. I'd better get dressed and call him, tell him I'll be a bit late."

Arthur looked over at one of the men, "No cell signal inside... call Don. Ask him to go out to the street... what kind of car?"

Stacy told him what John drove and went over to get dressed. Most of the men stayed until she pulled on her blouse. As she tied her shoes, it was just Arthur and the woman technician. She was surprised that the CEO of this huge corporation escorted her not just to the lobby but to her car waiting by the curb.

John jumped out of the car seeing the suit walking next to his wife.

Stacy smiled at the CEO and nodded toward her husband, "This is my husband, John, John Smith," she said. "John, this is Arthur. He's the CEO of DewMe."

The two men did the air handshake and then John asked, "So, is Stacy as impressive to you as she always seems to me?"

"John! He has other things to do..."

"She is. Maybe even more to us than to you as we've been screening almost a thousand beautiful women and Stacy's been our benchmark for beauty. Then we met her... I have to say she's right up there with intelligence and charm. You are a lucky man," Arthur said. He looked at Stacy. "You will be hearing from us and I'd be looking forward to the monthly checks. John, nice meeting you. I'd better get back," he smiled at the couple before heading back to the tall glass building.

John asked question after question about what Stacy's visit was like, what they wanted with her, and what kind of checks she anticipated but all Stacy could say was she signed the NDAs so she couldn't tell him much but did mention that they could get another $200,000 next year. Then she reached into her purse and pulled out the transfer receipt for $100,000. "We're dining out tonight," she grinned.

Stacy's life returned to her normal routine except that she and John used the DewMe app almost every night over the next 6 weeks. John suspected he knew the cause of Stacy's renewed passion. She even allowed anal which she rarely wanted... he wondered what she experienced at DewMe to trigger these desires but didn't question it too much.

Three months later Stacy sat at her desk and took her first call. For no reason, she could think of, a few people looked at her as she walked in and smiled. It wasn't as if she were invisible, people looked at her but there were expressions of... what? Humor? Recognition? Made no sense to her so she ignored them much as she ignored the constant looks at her head of hair.

When she went out for the 20-minute lunch, a man she recognized stopped her. He had that knowing smile.

"Stacy? Stacy Smith?" he asked. Before she could respond he laughed, "I guess you haven't heard about DewMe's latest. They just released a Sex Cyborg called STACY," he chuckled, "I'd put money down in a flash if it were you." He openly leered at her chest as he said that.

Stacy felt her stomach sour instantly. She hated how this man she barely knew eyed her up and down but reporting him to HR would open up a full inquiry into her private life. She shook her head and pushed past him to sit on her bench. "No, who cares? It's just a name," she said. When he left and the sounds of his laughter receded she pulled out her Apple and dialed.

"Arthur Davis... Ms. Smith. What can I do for you?" He knew what she was going to say but tried to sound innocent. He thought about the name marketing came up with for the SSC models. SSC stood for Sexually Subservient Companion but no one thought that was a great marketing name.

"STACY? You're calling your sex robots STACY?" she blurted.

"Relax. They are not named after anyone. Look. Someone's name was going to be used, it just makes sense. We interviewed 1,956 women and I never see their names but I'll bet there has to be a few dozen Stacys in there. STACY is an acronym. It stands for Sensual Tri-Amorous Companion for You. Look, think about it. There are what? A half million Stacy's in the US alone? This is purely a coincidence. I hope you understand," he said. "The mascoid models are named STEVE, Sensually Tender yet Energeticly Virile Escort.

Stacy nodded even though he couldn't see her. "I guess you're right. I suppose there might be worse things to be related to," she sighed, "It could have been Sewage Trucking And Crap for You."

Arthur laughed, "Wait, that's one of our subsidiaries... kidding. On another note, preorders are stronger than anticipated so without making any promises you might be seeing larger deposits in your bank account."

"How much stronger?" she asked.

"We initially projected 350 - 400 preorders, but... hang on. OK, as of an hour ago, we're up to 2,247 reservations. Hopefully, that will mitigate the unfortunate coincidence of your names."

Stacy sat back. She didn't need to calculate the added income. Though she and John still had most of the $130,000 it would be nice to find a larger place. "Thanks. Sorry to freak out. I'm getting looks at work from all the pervs. I'll ignore them and they'll look for someone else to prey on."

She was right, the looks and comments faded to just a few. Then, ads popped up on video sites, commercial TV, ezines, digital papers, and other sites with lifelike sultry Stacys promising stress relief, intimacy, and other sexually suggestive benefits of owning a Stacy. The videos weren't pornographic but showed tastefully naked couples making love and smuggling happily after. Stacy would have preferred they left the name in all-caps as it looked more like an acronym rather than a real person's name. The ad copy promised that all Stacy's were equipped with accurately cloned assets of real women. Without specifically saying it, they promised the same experience as if they were enjoying the most beautiful woman in the world.

Now it was John's turn to get more passionate. Stacy knew why as John mentioned it once. As deliveries went out, John knew strange men were experiencing something he hadn't. He knew some of the basic models had Stacy's clam, ass, and mouth. He knew his wife's mouth and ass but outside of the cap, just one night he enjoyed Stacy's vagina. After a passionate and sweaty app-sex bout, John quietly wondered how he could get to try Stacy's clam just once more without applying for parenthood. Perhaps now they could afford a resort with Faraday rooms.

"This is great," he said as he pulled the Cap off his softening cock, "I wish I could be inside you just once... I mean, there are men who... never mind."

Stacy stroked her husband's face, "I guess we never discussed this but I've thought about it. I walk down the street or go through the office and wonder how many men know what parts of my body look like, feel like and how would they react if they knew they were within 20 feet of the real thing," she said. "I mean, they have no idea whose cunnole they're using but..."

"Wow! You said cunnole. I never thought... Damn! But you're right. In a few months, men will know what your entire body looks and feels like. I might go nuts thinking about it," he said, "But in the meantime, I'd like to fuck your ass," he grinned.

A couple of months before, Stacy would have slapped him if he'd said that to her but her attitude changed and she didn't even flinch hearing him say that. Instead, she smiled and rolled off the bed. She smiled down at John who was stroking his cock as she pulled off her Baton harness. "I like to see the men fucking me," she said. She carried the Baton into the bathroom and attached it to the sterilizing station. Picking up the tub of gel she admired herself in the mirror. It gave her a rush as she considered in a few months hundreds of men would fuck her... virtually but it will still be her.

She went back into the bedroom and John's cock was rigid and pointing up his stomach. She wished she could have been in on the scanning of the potential men. What does the scanner do to make him hard? Does it probe his anus the same as it probed hers? Of course, it would. Men fucked other men's asses all the time. Men bought Batons for their own use.

John watched his beautiful naked wife come out of the bathroom. She was fucking sexy, no wonder DewMe chose her for the deluxe model. Her perfect tear-drop tits, tight smooth labia, her perky round ass cheeks... damn! He felt as though he won the lottery. He rolled off the bed and took the tub from her. No instructions were necessary as Stacy knew how he liked her. After she crawled onto the bed, pressed her chest onto the mattress, and arched her back he took a glob of gel and pressed it against her puckered hole.

Stacy groaned softly as she felt her husband's finger slide into her ass. Before she allowed herself to be scanned, anal was something she did for John but after she orgasmed three times in the chamber while being fucked in the ass she liked anal sex better than the Baton. Her orgasms almost matched G-Spot orgasms. "That's it, baby, fuck my ass," she panted. There! The wonderful fat head popped past her sphincter. She let it happen and the room echoed with her guttural moans as John's cock slid deep inside her. 'What does John feel? What would it be like to have a cock and fuck a tight hole?' she wondered.

John knew that Stacy didn't need nor want him to take it slow so he bent over her ass and pistoned into her rectum. He could feel her fingers rapidly rubbing her clit as his balls slapped against her.

John came just a half-hour before but his head was filled with images of hundreds of men getting to fuck Stacy's cunnole, her anus, and mouth without reservation. Stacy sucked cock but never once had he been allowed to cum in her mouth. Hell, he was married, and because the Comey Act allowed newlyweds to consummate their marriage just one night he barely remembered how great her cunnole felt gripping his cock. Why hadn't they made love more than four times that night?

Stacy rubbed more rapidly and thrust her ass back as the tingling grew in her womb. John knew she was close since he reached around to grab her breasts and play with her nipples. As the tingling became aching she heard herself grunt loudly, "Fuck me, use my holes and cum inside my ass."

John had never heard his wife say anything like that and as she came he joined her. As he emptied his balls into her tight ass he fantasized it was her velvety smooth vagina.

Stacy felt the room spin as the orgasm exploded and pulsed through her body. No normal vaginal orgasm could match the power and duration of an anal orgasm.

The couple collapsed sweaty and panting still coupled. John stroked her bull breasts and they cuddled, "Damn! I love you so much. Let's go out to dinner and when we get home, let's do this again," he said softly.

She responded by clenching her sphincter which elicited a pleasured groan from John. She wiggled her ass before pulling away and off his still-hard cock. 'Where had this new John come from? He used to be one and done.'

What she didn't know about were the perverse comments John's coworkers made about being married to a sex cyborg. He hated them but didn't hate them... if that makes any sense. They saw her picture on his desk and they knew that even with her head of hair, she was a babe. Plus, many had met her in person. Stacy soon became a joke around the MS-Google helpdesk.

Stacy's workplace was a bit different. Many resented working with the hairy woman, others felt she was a bit standoffish. Then, some guys thought she was a tease. The comments dwindled but soon pictures of breasts, clams, and asses were put on her desk, labeled Stacy's tits, etc.. Some were actually hers, others not close. At first, she angrily crumpled them up and tossed them but later started taping them to the plexiglass barrier around her desk. The pictures soon stopped and the office went back to ignoring her.

Late November she received notification from the bank that $30,450 had been deposited. Their first commission from DewMe. She called John to tell him the good news.

"I thought you said the initial commissions would be around $3,000 a month," he said, "Not complaining but was this perhaps a few months rolled into one?"

Stacy thought about it, "No. This would have been just the first set of orders. I guess there must have been a lot of pre-orders. It will probably slow down next month."

The following month, the deposit was for $46,650. January, Stacy checked and there was a $55,350 deposit. Her joy was short-lived as the ads began flooding the various media.

John gasped as he saw his scantily clad wife on the screen. It was her in every respect, even her long blonde hair. He listened to the voiceover and groaned. "You've spent time with our various Stacys or have friends that have. Let me introduce Ultimate Stacy. Our best, most advanced, most flexible, and compliant companion yet to date. She is equipped to adapt to as many as 5 partners at the same time along with being spectacularly beautiful. Get her with spectacularly beautiful golden blonde hair or, with a perfectly symmetrical cranium. Either way, she's sure to please. Order now and get delivery in time for Valentine's Day! Repeat customers can get 10% off... order now!"

John sat back with his head spinning. How could he face his coworkers now? It was all a joke to them as no one believed John's wife would be a model for the DewMe Stacys. But they had met her through company parties and get-togethers, group gatherings, and other events... not to mention the photo on his desk. Stacy always attracted attention and wasn't a woman any man soon forgot. Why had they brought out the first release with her hair? Couldn't they have changed her facial features even a bit?

Stacy entered their apartment and stopped when she saw her husband looking pale on the couch. "What? What happened? Did you lose your job?"

John shook his head and picked up the remote, "Have a seat. This is interesting," he said softly. He patted the cushion next to him and after she got steeled, he played the ad for her.

Stacy had the same reaction John had as she let out a gasp. It was her... exactly her. No one would ever believe her when she told them it was a mere coincidence. When it finished she slumped back on the couch. "I'll never be able to go to work again," she sighed. "Our friends... my parents..." She looked over at her husband, "And your coworkers will be merciless," she said as she started to tear up.

John pulled his wife close, "It's bad, really bad but just for now. We can ride it out and in a month there will be another news story or celebrity scandal and we'll be able to again fade into the background.

That night was the first night they didn't have anal or app-sex. Both looked like they were heading to their personal firing squads as they headed out. John kissed his wife and took her shoulder, "They'll be mean. They'll make you out to be a slut or a whore but ignore them. You and I both know you're none of those things."

Stacy wasn't even to the door of her office when she heard laughter. "There she is, on her way to her day job after satisfying 5 men. Where does she find the energy?" she heard a laughing male voice.

Stacy's middle finger extended but she pressed her hand against her dress resisting the urge. She managed to make it to her desk avoiding eye contact with everyone and logged into her station. She focuses on the calls ignoring the looks until lunch. Then she found a dozen people on her personal lunch wall. There were six women and six men. She turned to walk away but one of the women stopped her.

"Stacy, hang on. We just want to see how you're doing. We heard those guys and saw how people are looking at you."

Another voice, a man's this time added, "Please? We're not here to tease you or anything. We're genuinely interested if you are OK."

Stacy turned and looked. All their faces looked sincere, none showed any sign of disapproval. She nodded and when they slid over to allow her space she sat down. "Thanks. I'm doing fine... really. I'm not going to let any of this bother me."

One of the women asked, "How? How did they do that? Did they clone you?"

Stacy chuckled, "Nothing so dramatic. I cannot say much as I signed an NDA... two, actually. But, yes. I was copied.""

"Did they pay you... of course they did. Did you get paid well?" a woman asked.

'Makes sense,' Stacy thought, 'all our jobs are just above minimum wage and no one is getting rich here.' She nodded, "Yes. There will be a commission on every sale." She didn't mention the commissions that have been adding up for all the original Stacys with parts of her being used.

"How did you... you know, get to do this?" someone else asked.

Stacy managed to chew and eat her lunch before their 20-minute break was up while answering questions. She told them about being stopped on the street and going to the main headquarters. She felt tons better by the time she got back to her desk. It was short-lived when the caller looked at his screen and gasped, "You're her! Wait, did they create cyborgs to staff helpdesks now?"

Stacy shook her head, "Sir, relax. Purely a coincidence. There are probably thousands of women who look like... who is it you think I look like?"

This was repeated a few times the rest of the day and Stacy latched onto a simple explanation, "I know, right? I got this wig and my husband loves it! Thank you so much for noticing," she said in a giggly voice, "Now, how can I make your day better?"

John's day was worse. His co-workers were merciless. He got multiple clips of the ad, someone actually broadcast the advertisement on the TVs mounted on walls throughout the building but substituted Ultimate Stacy with the name Stacy Smith.

Later in the day, a strange invite appeared in his inbox. "Mr. and Mrs. John Smith are cordially invited to the Maverick Lodge Retreat for valued and exceptional employees of MS-Google, March 2nd through the 8th. Please reply by February 15th." His head spun. He'd heard of these retreats... who hadn't? It was a perk reserved for VPs and above and the food and drink bill was supposed to cost over $20,000 per person for the week. No one was ever invited who wasn't at the top of the company org chart.

He looked around and no one else had anything but their normal bored looks on their faces. Why had... oh yeah... Stacy. This wasn't an invite for him but for Stacy. He'd heard rumors that the Maverick Lodge had Faraday rooms down in the lower level and the execs did whatever they wanted without fear of repercussions. Upper management wants to fuck Stacy. His head spun and he felt like throwing up. If he refused the invite, they'd find a reason to fire him and he'd not be able to work anywhere again. If he agreed they'd get pissed if Stacy wasn't a 'Team player,' and fire him. If she agreed... 'Shit, shit, shit!' he thought as he saw a call come in.

The rest of the day was a blur for John as he wavered between accepting and rejecting the invite. If he accepted, Stacy would be in demand and go off with various execs into one of the Faraday rooms. Since no birth control was allowed it would be a huge risk. If Stacy got pregnant without a license she'd face a felony charge and be taken away and put into a facility for the 'safety of the child.' The rate of miscarriages rose dramatically after the Comey Act and the government stepped in immediately when the vaginal implants detected a fertilized egg.

John had no memory of the drive home and poured himself a glass of scotch even though it was before dinner. He had no idea what he would tell Stacy but ran through the potential conversations.

Stacy came in wanting nothing but a bath. It was the most surreal day she'd ever lived through. Her faceless boss even called her on the Apple... her Apple. He'd never once done anything more than text messages on her workstation. He offered her a job as his Admin. He said she was ready to move up and as his current Admin was being reassigned he wanted to hire from within. She told him there were three calls in the queue and could they discuss this in the morning? He agreed and sent a calendar invite over. She wasn't naive and wondered what duties an Admin were required to perform. She knew her boss traveled and assumed his Admin would have to go along. If she refused she knew her job prospects would be severely crippled... inside and outside of the company.

She saw John sitting with a scotch in his hand. All the way home, she thought their apartment would be a safe haven, a place to get away from all the outside distractions. "Hey, honey. Bad day?" she asked. She pulled down the bottle of Merlot and poured herself a glass before plopping down on the couch.

John pulled his wife close, "You'd think getting an invite to the Maverick Lodge would be the most incredible thing that could happen," he sighed.

"What is the Maverick Lodge?" Stacy asked. "You were invited? What, for dinner?"

John shook his head, "A week next month. They said I was a valued and exceptional employee and as such was invited... we were invited to the Maverick Lodge Retreat," he said softly.

"That's great! I mean, it shows they really value you," Stacy smiled.

John sighed and shook his head, "It was for Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Every other invite for company parties has been for me, plus one. The Christmas parties, the summer company get-togethers... all me and a nameless other."

"So? I mean, isn't this like a more exclusive invite? Who normally gets to go on these retreats?" she asked.

"I've never heard of anyone but VPs and above being invited. Definitely not a low-level helpdesk employee," he sighed. He looked at Stacy, "It's not a coincidence. These are rumors and they could be just fabrications but I heard they have Faraday rooms downstairs and they use the week to... fuck," he said softly. "Vaginal intercourse." He stroked his wife's face, "I think they invited me so they could..."

Stacy groaned, "Fuck me. Christ! You'd think these men would have other things on their minds. My boss..."

"The faceless boss?" John asked. "The one no one has ever seen?"

"That's him. I saw him today. He called me on video. Anyhow he offered me a job as his Admin. His current Admin is leaving. Who hires someone without even an interview?" she sighed. "Fucking men. They want just one thing and don't even try to hide it. If I say no I'm sure I'll be out on the street. Damn! I hope DewMe commissions allow us to quit our jobs," she sighed.

John nodded, "I was thinking the exact same thing. If I turn down this invite they'll dump me. Shit!" he rubbed his face.

"And if you accept, these execs will expect me to..."

"... go down to the Faraday rooms with them. Christ! How did we get here? This is insane," John said sadly.

"I could get pregnant with an unknown father," she blurted out. "How the hell would I be able to determine the father?" she moaned. The Comey Act made it the responsibility of the mother to prove paternity. DNA tests cost tens of thousands and few could afford to pay for one let alone multiple tests. And even then, Jones Vs. Evans cast doubt on the validity of the tests in court after Samual Jones was named as a father but the lawyer for the defendant showed two other members of the Jones family also had positive results. All three men denied ever being with Janet Evans and she had admittedly been drunk at the time of conception so she couldn't positively identify her rapist. Janet Evans was sued for defamation of character and lost everything except her baby.

"I hate this. Does your stomach hurt as bad as mine?" John asked.

Stacy nodded, "Maybe I'll have to work that week and can't get away without losing my job," she said hopefully. Though being on the helpdesk isn't really critical," she sighed.

"But being an Admin for your manager might be? When do you need to get back to him?" John asked.

"I have a 9 AM meeting...8th floor. I've never been above the 2nd floor. What the hell should I wear?" she wondered.

"I think you should dress sexy... not to seduce him or anything but if you get this job and he won't let you get away then that's one bullet dodged," he said softly. "Also, how much more pay is it?"

Stacy shrugged, "Not a clue. But that raises a good point. No way am I shaving my head nor cutting my hair for a job."

"No, no you won't. We'll get through this. Perhaps Ultimate Stacy's sales will go through the roof and we'll be so rich we can buy land in Montana and get away from all this."

Stacy nodded, "The sales of the initial Stacys sure exceeded their expectations. There has to be a limited market and it will dry up. Perhaps, they'll release a new and improved version. More commissions. Though, why upgrade? What enhancements could they have to a sex-bot that can pleasure 5 men at once? And would you upgrade... if that's what it would be if you already have one?"

John paused, "Um, I stopped by one of the sex shops. I wanted to see your Stacy in person. He couldn't show me the floor model as she was out on demo. The guy told me there was a 4 month waiting list and I'd have to put $10,000 down to hold one. Anyhow, he told me your Stacy has new features," he paused, "You want to hear them?"

"God! This is embarrassing... what can I do that the others can't?" she said quietly. "Tell me but hang on. I need another drink."

When she got up, John held out his empty scotch glass. Stacy headed for the kitchen, refilled the glasses, sat down, and looked expectantly at her husband.

"OK," John said, "The initial Stacys could do pretty much what any normal human can do... human woman, that is. Blowjobs, take two cocks... you know. We've seen the holoporn. Anyhow, your Stacy is incredibly flexible and can literally bend over backward while doing the splits. You can take multiple cocks in your ass, clam, and mouth while easily jerking two more men off. Here's the cool part," he said, "Ulitimate Stacy's hands and fingers secrete a lube making handjobs easier. He showed me a vid of you... your Stacy pleasuring 7 men and it didn't even look like you... she wasn't breaking out in a sweat. Um, there's more..." he said softly.

"Christ... more?"

"Um, can I ask you something? When you went in either time did you orgasm by any chance?" John asked.

Stacy blushed. She never told John anything about the probes and the positions they put her in. "Um, I did... I mean they were probed, deep inside my... you get the picture," she stammered.

John nodded. "He played a vid of you, um, Stacy. I heard you. I heard your voice when your Stacy came. And, wow! She came over and over in the vid. I knew that voice, I know what you say and... hell, I never heard you cum so loudly or powerfully. What did they do to you?" he asked.

"Shit. I'm sorry. I signed that NDA and I can't say anything," she said. "Yes, I came but that's all I can say. I hope you're not pissed."

"Damn! I thought your Baton got you off but these must have been bigger... I could hear it in your voice. How much bigger did they get?" John asked. He felt a slight pang of jealousy but also felt himself getting hard as he envisioned his naked wife being fucked every which way by the machine. "Never mind but I do have one question, how many times did you cum?"

Stacy blushed, "I don't know. I wasn't counting but it was at least a dozen. Why?"

"He showed me a couple more vids and you said different things, came more or less intensely. They never repeated as far as I could tell."

"You must think the worst of me. I have never cheated on you and hope never to. This was all part of the scanning," she said before taking a large swig of wine.

John chuckled, "I get it. It sure sounded real as if Ultimate Stacy were actually orgasming. The other thing was, I swear it was a real person... you being fucked? Nothing robotic, nothing artificial about you and they copied your body perfectly. They even got your beauty mark here," he said as he ran a finger just below her clavicle, "and the mole here," he said as he stroked the inside of her right thigh.

"Shit! You must have been jealous as hell watching those," she said, "Were there promo vids or what?"

John shook his head, "DewMe has demos available for potential buyers to see along with various vids. But there are also dozens, maybe hundreds of holovids out there with Ultimate Stacys. There's even one of you being fucked by two men while skydiving. It looked cold but I guess you... or Stacy is impervious to the cold." Then he should his head, "I wasn't jealous... I mean, I was but not like you think. I'd love to make love to you... to your perfect clam and I saw men doing what I can't. She even swallowed as they fell."

"She swallowed? I wondered where... you know..." Stacy said.

"She swallows and absorbs any and all fluids. She has an inner processing system that reduces all deposits into small pellets. There's a charger unit that doubles as a cleaning station. He told me even after the most intense use you'll be 100% sterilized in 20 minutes."

Stacy chuckled, "Half the time it takes me to shower and get ready in the morning. If I were you, I'd trade me in." Then she looked thoughtful, Maybe we can afford just the cleaning unit. I could get just a bit more sleep in the morning."

John laughed, "I can see it now... you hooked up with tubes down your throat, up your cunnole, and up your ass." He stroked her face and then looked at her parted legs, "I've been dreaming about putting my tube inside your clam."

"I'm sorry. Maybe we should go to the Maverick Lodge. Perhaps they'll respect our married status and we can use one of the rooms," she said. "You don't think I've been craving your cock in my cunnole?"

That night Stacy strapped on both her Batons while she sucked John's cock. She came four times after opening the app and setting both to max size and power. The range went from 'Love Making, through Passion, to Alpha Male, and finally to Biker Gang. It was distracting as her clam and ass were aggressively fucked while she deep-throated John's cock. Even after he came she continued to suck and he was hard again in no time.

John collapsed back and groaned. He had to push Stacy's eager mouth off his cock after his second orgasm. "Fuck! No more. Are you trying to outdo Ultimate Stacy?" he chuckled.

Stacy popped his softening cock out of her mouth and wiped her lips, "From what you described I can do I just hope to be adequate," she sighed. "Was I adequate?"

John chuckled, "You were incredible. I doubt fake Stacy could do any better," he smiled. "Though, there is the feature where she can secrete fluids from her hands..."

Stacy kissed him and rolled off the bed, "You say the sweetest things. I'm going to brush my teeth and get some sleep. I'll dress sexy tomorrow. Don't worry."

* * *

Stacy was able to get to her desk with minimal comments though most were complimentary... if wolf whistles and offers from the men were compliments. She handled three calls before she logged out and headed for the elevators. She pressed the button for the 8th floor which was 10 floors up from the 'Hive.' Someone called it that as they were underground and they were all drones or worker bees and it stuck.

When she got to the 8th floor, she punched in the passcode her boss emailed her. None of the drones were allowed anywhere but the atrium or sublevels 1 or 2 without an escort or with a passcode.

She stepped out and was immediately impressed with the decor. Everything downstairs was concrete and linoleum. She could smell the real wood and freshly cleaned carpet. She looked at the numbering on the brass plates and headed down to the right. She saw the desk out front with a beautiful middle-aged woman who looked up. Stacy was taken aback by the withering look on her face as she stood. She might be 50 or so but had the body of a 20-year-old as far as she could see.

"Ms. Smith? He's expecting you," the woman said curtly. She eyed the blonde hair with a look of disdain before running her eyes down the generous cleavage and short skirt.

Stacy could see the slight shake of her head as she was led to the large walnut doors. She hadn't been comfortable dressing like this since she left the house. What was she thinking?

James Brockington rose from his desk and came around to within 6 feet of Stacy. "Thank you, Lexi. Ms. Smith, can I call you Stacy?" he asked with a smile.

Stacy wasn't sure this was the same faceless manager who sent out emails, memos, and pop-up messages. "Stacy's fine, Mr. Brockington. Whatever you like."

"Coffee? Water?" he asked as he swept an arm toward a chair in front of his desk.

"I'm good," she said as she took the seat. She avoided drinking anything as her bathroom break wasn't until 11 and she doubted she'd make it. Her stomach was in knots thinking about this meeting. Lexi looked like a nice lady, soon to be replaced with a younger model.

"Thank you, Lexi. We're good," James said. When the door closed, he went back around and sat behind his desk, "So, what did you think of my offer?" he asked.

"Before I answer that, I'm confused. I never applied for this nor was I ever approached. Why me? I'm sure you know of me as I'm one of your reports but...?" she asked softly.

"Why did I choose you? When Lexi and I decided it would be best to part ways I scoured the metrics, reports, and CVs of all the people under me. I narrowed it down first by the metrics. I wanted efficiency with few problems. Then I looked for those with college experience... degrees. I saw you have a business degree from Cal. Oh, I wanted someone who spoke multiple languages... French and Spanish?"

Stacy nodded, "I can get by. But... I hate to ask, any other factors?"

James looked baffled, "No, why?"

"I just thought that... never mind. I was just curious," she said.

James nodded, "I guess I'd be wondering also. OK, I'll admit now that we have met I feel like my selection of you was the right one. Why would it be wrong to have someone pleasing to look at greeting my appointments? This was out of the blue." He pulled a sheet out of his top desk drawer, "I have you, Brad Baker, Mary Wadkins, and Sarah Riley. You were my #1 with your language skills. Brad was an Admin over at Saks. So, tell me, what are your thoughts?"

Stacy shook her head, "I'm sorry but I had little to think about. What does the job entail? What would be my tasks and responsibilities? What would my salary be? Hours?" she said. "Other items that you expect?"

James's smile broadened, "So you have thought about it. OK, from the top. You'd be managing my life, basically from 8 to 5 every day you'd handle all appointments, field calls, emails, texts, and any other communications. Next, you'd screen visitors," he nodded toward the door. "You attend meetings and take notes which you will then take back and summarize. I'd like those on my desk within an hour of each meeting. Then trips. You'd accompany me on trips to the other locations, Vegas, Malaga, Tokyo... you get the picture. Does this sound like something you can do?" he asked "I need someone who's committed to putting in the time."

Stacy nodded. She was used to taking notes. After the counter-suits in the 30s, offices were wired so that the Apple's video and camera functions would be disabled. This effectively made it impossible to prove sexual harassment in the workplace... her word against his. So, Admins now were required to keep copious and neatly written notes at all meetings. She did have a business degree but it was tough to find qualified work as so many employers assumed their younger female employees would be gone for extended periods of maternity leave. 'Putting in the time' was the code phrase hiring bodies used to confirm the potential hire wouldn't be going on maternity leave soon. "I don't see any issue," she said, "What would be base pay? Are there bonuses?"

James inwardly smiled, he had her. The other Senior Directors can eat their hearts out. "$200,000 salary with a 10% to 20% annual bonus. It would virtually double your current salary," he said leaning forward on the desk. "Look, I get you might be intimidated by the change of scenery and more responsibilities, but I'm not a bad guy to work for."

Stacy nodded and looked over to the door, "Can I ask? Is she leaving or...?"

James followed Stacy's glance, "The short answer is the or. But it's not what you are thinking. I'm not trading my Admin in on a younger model. She was offered a very generous severance package but she asked to cut back to 20 hours a week so she can take care of her mother and frankly, I can't survive without a full-time Admin. She'll be reassigned to accommodate her part-time status. You can ask her if you like. I'll call her in here."

Stacy shook her head, "No. No need. I have another concern. On the helpdesk I wear slacks and a blouse most of the days. I have limited," she swept her hands down her dress. "How am I expected to look, dresses? Skirts and blouses?"

"Good question. In the office I expect you to wear dresses or skirts at all times. No slacks. I know it's sexist but I want you to look sexy, and inviting. It puts off my visitors and makes any negotiations easier... you understand. When we travel, dress comfortably unless we have meetings, then you need to wear dresses. What you're wearing now is perfect. I like to have a welcoming presence out front, you understand what I'm saying," he said as he sat back. "I need someone with varied skills and a drive to satisfy my needs. Do you want me to have HR bring down the papers?"

Stacy thought about it and nodded, "I think I can do whatever it takes to 'satisfy' your needs. There's just one issue. My husband and I will be out of town next month. I think it's the first week. Is that an issue?"

James picked up the phone and hit 4 numbers, "No. Not at all. In fact, any time you need to take off Lexi says she'd be happy to sub in, so as you see, we're not severing ties with her. Dan, yes Jim. Hey, can you send down the Stacy Smith forms? Thanks... you too." He hung up and smiled, "You can start today if you like. Conveniently, you aren't required to give 2 weeks' notice since this will be an internal move."

Stacy nodded. They could use the money and she was all prepared to thank Mr. Brockington and then respectfully decline the offer as she wasn't about to whore herself out... but what about the Stacys? Was that whoring herself out? "I'll go clean out my cube downstairs," she said standing.

"Nonsense," James said. He pressed the intercom button, "Lexi... yes, she accepted. You know what to do." He hung up. "We have facilities down at your desk right now. Lexi will spend the next week with you getting you up to speed. I know you will do well so just relax and enjoy it."

Stacy expected more but the man looked back at his monitor and she realized she was dismissed. "Thank you, sir. I hope I don't disappoint..." She turned and left as she saw him pick up his Apple.

James looked up and smiled at the sight of that shapely ass exiting, "Thomas! Holy shit, you were right. She immediately questioned why I offered her the job and I had no idea she had a degree or spoke multiple languages. I feel as if I'll have Scarlett Rodgers or Maria Allens greeting my visitors out there," he smiled.

"Sure, you're comparing your sex-cyborg to two Oscar winners... on the other hand... yeah," Thomas laughed. "Dinner next week? Can you bring her?"

"I can and she's all in. Damn! I love how they're all whores. She never blinked when I told her about the dinners, the business trips," James said feeling his crotch throb as he considered the possibilities.

Lexi was waiting for Stacy and indicated a chair behind the huge walnut desk, "I guess, welcome," she said. "I want to clear something up. I asked if I could work 20 hours a week for just a month. My mother's ill and my sisters and I are planning on rotating spending time with her. Mr. Brockington thought that was reason enough to replace me," she said bitterly, "None of this is your fault but I can see why he wanted to trade up."

Stacy felt her stomach tighten as the older woman overtly scanned her body. "That sucks. I'll go back in and tell him..."

Lexi shook her head, "No, don't do that. I'll be fine and I'll be in the clerical pool. If you change your mind now, you'll be screwed. They'll let you go and flag your profile as difficult to work with and you'll find either menial under-the-counter jobs or work in San Fran," she sighed. She looked critically at the blonde's body, "I saw your CV, saw you graduated in the top 5% of your class. I know you should be at his desk and not out here but everyone will assume you got the job because..." she stared at Stacy's cleavage.

"I know you're right. My husband told me to dress like this... we can use the money. Normally, I dress more conservatively. I plan to wear less revealing clothes."

Lexi shook her head, "Nope." She looked up and down the hallway, "These men all try to outdo each other whether by their cars, their wives, their suits... their secretaries," she smiled wryly. She fingered the open V on Stacy's dress, "The only time I bother with bras is on weekends," she said, "Lose the bra. Trust me, Mr. Brockington hates anything that diminishes your natural charms... if you know what I mean."

"Will he... will I be expected to...?" she asked softly.

Lexi shrugged, "I assume so." Again, she looked up and down the hallway, "I started here 30 years ago before the job market tightened up for women... before the Comey Act and I laid down the law... no touching. I feel bad for the women who came after that but I'm sure you know how that is. Of course, he has one-on-one meetings with many of the girls on the Helpdesk... I don't ask. My advice? Bend over and take it. Open your mouth, you're gone." She chuckled, "Let me rephrase, open your mouth to protest, you're gone. Open your mouth while on your knees and you'll be fine." She looked at Stacy's mouth, "You really are perfectly equipped for this position. Anyhow, you've heard that old adage. Men like women who will bend over backward to satisfy them... or just bend over. It's true here as it is at all the other companies. Women are for pleasure and making babies and when they aren't doing either, there's always clerical duties," she said bitterly.

Stacy's stomach soured more. She signed on to be a whore and Lexi was right. No one could do anything without their employers or co-workers adding notes to their LinkedBook page. Her mother told her back in the day that signing up for these apps was optional but in the '40s it was mandatory to have a profile as soon as a child entered kindergarten. Grades, awards, and demerits were all on their page for the world to see. If Stacy refused sex or app-sex with her boss she could be fired and her profile would say something like, "Difficult to work with," or "Fails to follow basic instructions." She knew of a half-dozen women down in the basement who would disappear for a couple of hours on extended lunches. All were married and none looked happy when they got back to their cubes. So far, she avoided any of those added tasks mostly because of her long hair. 'Thank God, society frowns on head hair,' she thought.

"Does this happen often?" she asked, "does he want..."

Lexi shrugged, "Not for me to say... I signed an NDA..."

* * *

Her first couple of weeks weren't bad. Lexi warmed up to her when she found that Stacy had a brain and picked things up quickly. She liked the interactions with the suits on the floor, and the meetings were fascinating. Soon she picked up the strategies of marketing, future plans, and issues requiring quick responses. She had to sign another NDA so none of what she saw, read, or heard could be mentioned outside of work.

One night, John raised the question that she knew was foremost on his mind. "How's Mr. Brockington treating you?" he asked. "Has he... you know... wanted more than dictation?"

"Has he asked me to blow him?" Stacy responded, "Bend over his desk with my dress pulled up onto my back?" she said with a smile.

'Crap!' John thought as he felt his cock throb, "No... I mean, um, yes. Has he asked you to relieve his stress was the way I wanted to put it, but what you said," he said softly.

"Sorry, if he had I can't say. I'm not allowed to say a word to anyone. The NDA I signed covers anything I see, do, read, or hear. Nothing leaves the building," she said, "But, know this, I have no desire to let any man but you touch me."

"No desire..." John mumbled. "How confident are you he'll accept that if you say that to him?" he asked.

Stacy nodded, "About as confident he'll double my salary if I ask. Should I quit if he does order me to..."

"... suck his cock? Bend over his desk?" John asked. His cock was illogically growing in his pants, "No... you'll never find a decent job again, "he sighed. "I hate this. We are so close. If Ultimate Stacy sales take off we can spit in his face but until then..."

"I swallow... got it. Look, just tell yourself that Mr. Brockington is a decent man with no desire to fuck a married woman. I'll tell him I prefer not to and I'm sure he will listen," she lied.

Outside of the added pay, there were other perks to her new job. She no longer had scheduled bathroom breaks and when she washed her hands, there was hot water. The hive's bathrooms had water so cold the drones called it liquid ice. Plus, there was a window down the hall with daylight. Real daylight! Perhaps this job wouldn't be all that Lexi told her it would be. Mr. Brockington never suggested anything sexual, he complimented her on the hand-written or typed-up summaries and never once commented on her appearance.

All the other Admins were women, all looked to be in their 20s or early 30s, and all dressed in revealing outfits. Down in the hive, none of the women, or 'girls' as their supervisor continually referred to them ever showed clam-clefts but it was the norm here on the 8th floor. Stacy couldn't bring herself to reveal that much but listened to Lexi and stopped wearing bras. This was tougher for her than for many of the women as her breasts were too large to move with any speed as they freely bounced around under her dresses or tops, but that wasn't the major issue. Her nipples were constantly erect and poking through the fabric. She tried a bra one day and Mr. Brockington said nothing, but one disapproving glance made her take it off halfway through the morning.

She was feeling less stressed that her boss would require her to step out of her normal duties when she heard him angrily yelling into his Apple. She knew it wasn't the IP phone as she intercepted all incoming calls and if he dialed out, her app icon showed red so she would know he was busy. Then he went silent and her light flashed. She picked up her tablet and went into his office. "Sir? Is everything alright?" she asked. She had never seen or heard him get angry but she'd only worked for him for 3 weeks.

"The fucking telecom company 'accidentally' disconnected the call center from the grid. No one downstairs is getting a single call," he said angrily.

Stacy was not sure why he'd be angry. That had happened before and all the calls were routed to the Columbus call center. "What's the ETA," she asked.

Mr. Brockington shook his head, "It's a ploy. We have a contract with them for the next 10 years at a rate we agreed upon but they came back to us last week wanting a 20% increase. Those fuckers will be pulling this blackout shit unless we comply."

Stacy shook her head, "I'm sure there are penalties if they fall below their SLA."

"There are but it doesn't... can you set up a meeting with Daryl Michaels over at American Telecom? Dinner or lunch, I don't care," he said as he looked at Stacy's figure. "Then come back in here," he smiled, "I need to lower my blood pressure."

Stacy felt her stomach tighten as she left the room. She got hold of the man who seemed delighted to go to dinner that night 'as long as James brings his beautiful Admin,' he said. She did not like the leer in his voice. Then he told her that there had been an accidental removal of the firewall rules and he would have their call center back up in minutes. She buzzed Mr. Brockington to let him know of the renewal of service and the dinner plans.

"That's terrific. Tell your husband you'll be working late. No need to go home and change, what you have on is great. Lock your computer and come into my office," he said before clicking off.

Stacy's stomach hurt more. Would Mr. Brockington whore her out to save the contract? She locked her workstation and opened the door. He wasn't behind his desk where he had always been. She gasped when she found him.

"Come in. Lock the door," James ordered. "What?" he asked when Stacy stepped back.

"Sir? This is inappropriate and not in my job description," she said softly. Her eyes kept flicking to the stiff cock in the man's hand. Mr. Brockington was on his couch, pants off and stroking his large cock... and she had seen her share of cocks before John.

James scowled, "Not in your job description? Hell, you were on your knees fixing the scanner... was that in your job description? And tell me what appropriate is and inappropriate," he said. He picked up a sheet of paper, "I think I can do whatever it takes to satisfy your needs." This is from your initial interview and is in your permanent records.

"I didn't... I mean it sounds like it but I was just responding..." Stacy stammered. His cock was distracting. She wanted to just look him in the eyes but his cock was perhaps 2" longer than John's and fat... really fat. The head was a wide flared helmet that looked like it would hurt going into her ass. "Could you..." she sighed as she stepped back again.

"Alright," James said as he stood, "I'm disappointed. I was sure I hired a team player but apparently not. I'll call HR and tell them you didn't work out. We're still inside the 30-day trial period so you can clean out your desk."

"Wait, what? Can I go back to the helpdesk?" she asked.

James strode over to his desk and picked up his phone. He shook his head, "Sorry, no. You know the old saying, once you've been to the city... you'd be miserable down there. I'll get your termination papers sent down."

Stacy wanted to throw up, "Don't. Please. I'll do what you want!"

James put the phone down and turned to face Stacy, "No. That's not enough." He stroked his cock, "Tell me I have a huge cock and you want to touch it, taste it."

"Sir, I do. I really do," she said. Her brain revolted at her words but her nipples hardened and her crotch throbbed.

"No," he said as he picked up an ancient tape recorder, "Remember Jenkins vs. Matthews. Say you want my cock in your mouth, in your ass and you wish I could fuck your cunnole," he said firmly. "Say it like you mean it."

Stacy blushed and nodded, "Sir, I've thought about your cock since you hired me and asked me if I were willing to satisfy your needs. I want to taste your cock, feel it in my ass. It's just too bad you can't fuck my tight cunnole," she said. At first, she sounded as if reading a document but by the time she finished, she could feel the truth behind her words. He was huge and to be used by a man like that might be truly amazing.

"Good girl, you have no idea how happy I am that you want this as much as I do. Now come over here and strip. I want to see what you've been hiding from me." He stopped the recording and tossed it aside.

Jenkins vs. Matthews was a watershed case. In 2031, Donna Matthews filed a sexual harassment case against Mark Jenkins and the company after he coerced her into having sex in his office. Mark counter-sued claiming that she was the one to seduce him and was only upset after he refused to leave his wife. As there was no video or audio evidence he won his case and Donna was shown the door and received nothing. The last anyone heard she was working the streets in San Fran.

A year later, there was another suit where Violet Andrews, an EA sued the company after her boss was let go due to sexual harassment. She stated that even though he was her boss it was she who seduced him and they were in love. She claimed they had every right to date... have sexual relations. Long story short, the Supreme Court ruled that the company violated both Bill Franklin's and Violet's First Amendment rights to peaceably assemble. The result was there were almost no sexual harassment suits won after that as the defendants claimed their encounters were mutual and consensual. As there were no videos or recordings, the courts often never even took the cases.

Stacy remembered her reaction to reading about the cases and realized how that put her in this position. Early in the century, a boss inducing an employee into sexual relations was called quid-pro-quo sexual harassment and could be grounds for firing. Now, without witnesses (When were there ever witnesses?) or videos, employers could claim that it was mutual or prompted by the employee desiring favor. With Mr. Brockington's office wired to disable audio/video capabilities she was powerless to protest. She went over to the desk feeling as if she no longer was her own person.

James sat back on the couch and stroked his cock as he watched the beautiful blonde slide the shoulder straps off down her arms. He opened his legs so she could see his huge balls and smiled as he saw her eyes stare at them. He knew he was well-endowed, and women weren't used to seeing a man like him. It always gave him a rush to see the looks on their faces. He felt a surge of arousal as her dress slithered to the floor and she stood in just a thong. Unconsciously, he licked his lips seeing the huge tear-drop tits with her large nipples. 'Damn! I want to jump up and suck one of those into my mouth,' he thought.

Stacy watched Mr. Brockington stroking his cock more vigorously. As she slipped her thong down her legs, the crotch was almost glued to her clam she was so wet. 'Fuck! I really do want to touch that thing... taste it. What would my Baton feel like with his Cap fucking me?'

"That's it. Play with your clam... are your pretty petals opening up?" he asked. "Get on the desk and show me."

Stacy nodded and sat up on the desk. She put her feet up on either side of her ass and pushed a finger inside her wet cunnole. She let out a soft moan hearing the man groan. He was stroking himself so fast that his fist was almost a blur. Stacy had never seen a man stroke his cock so rapidly and had an image of his flared head popping off... and not in the orgasmic way but like a champagne cork.

"Fuck me, I'd take the misdemeanor charge just to find out what your clam feels like," he said. "Get off the desk and bend over. Show me your ass," he ordered.

Stacy slid off feeling her fluids smear the walnut desk. She turned and pressed her chest onto the cool wood as she opened her legs.

"Fuck me, you have a great ass. I can't wait to try that out. Spread your cheeks... that's it. Nice... best ass I've ever seen," he said huskily. "Stay like that, don't move," he ordered.

Stacy was humiliated. She'd never even done this for her husband or any former lover. She heard him move and felt him behind her. His cock pressed against her anus as he jerked off and 20 seconds later, she felt a warm jet of cum hit directly against her asshole.

James watched as jet after jet splashed against her brown puckered hole. He wanted nothing more than to slam his cock into her, but his lunch date was coming up. He stepped back after admiring his work and smiled as the beautiful blonde dropped to her knees to clean the remaining cum from his cock. He stroked her head as she took his cock into her mouth, "Good girl. You're going to work out fine. You can clean up and go to lunch. Tell the checkout girl to put whatever you want on my tab," he said as he patted her head gently. She was still sucking his cock. "I know you want more, but I have a lunch date. There will be other times," he said as he stepped back.

Stacy wiped her mouth and stood, his cooling cum flowing down her inner thighs on the carpeted floor. She'd have to get the cleaning supplies out and take care of that before his afternoon meetings.

Mr. Brockington was dressed and gone by the time Stacy cleaned up. The man spewed an amazing amount of cum against her ass but it shouldn't have surprised her as his ballsack looked like there were racquetballs inside. She got dressed and went to the cafeteria to get her lunch before Mr. Brockington returned from his. She paid for her meal as putting it on his charge would be the same as getting paid for sex... she might be whoring herself out but didn't want to admit to herself she was a whore.

She went into his office and shook her head. In front of his desk, there was a wet spot where she had been bent over. She knew the men who came in would see that and either comment or slyly wink at her boss. On the other, hand, she knew all the managers compared Admins. She dismissed the cum stain on the carpet... nothing she could do about it unless she ran out and bought a hair dryer.

She called her husband during his scheduled break to tell him she'd be working late. When he asked her why, she told him it was dinner with a client. He went silent and she knew what he was thinking but didn't ask. All he said was, "Enjoy your meal." She hated hearing the resignation in his voice as if he knew exactly what dinner with a client entailed. "I love you," she said but she heard the click moments before she told him that.

Everyone down the hall had already left by the time Mr. Brockington left his office. "Ready?" he asked, "The car's out front." He stepped over to Stacy and undid the button between her large breasts, "This has to go well," he said, studying her face. "I'm not going to spell out what is expected of you, you're a bright woman. I'm sure you know." He lifted her dress and nodded in approval. "Good, you wouldn't be needing panties tonight anyhow." He patted her ass before turning and heading to the elevator.

Stacy could feel the cool air on her breasts. Not the way she normally dressed but it's better than being naked. She joined Mr. Brockington on the elevator noticing the three suits from the upper floors. They blatantly studied her and could tell they recognized her from either the ads for Deluxe Stacy or direct experience. This was going to get nothing but worse, she thought. Mr. Brockington stepped aside to let the three suits out before following. He whispered to Stacy, "Jack Deacon, CFO, Bill Wallace, CIO, and our CEO, Walter Atkins."

As they headed out of the building, she heard one of the men say, "It's her. It has to be." The other nodded and said, "If I could hear her voice, I'd know. I'll bet they cloned every part of her." He stopped and turned to the couple following, "Excuse me, miss. Have we met?"

Stacy shook her head, "I don't think so."

Then man's face lit up. "What's your name? Do you work here?" he asked.

"Stacy. Stacy Smith. I'm Mr. Brockington's Admin," she said.

"Holy shit, Stacy? Your name is really Stacy?" he asked. "You... you were the model for Ultimate Stacy, weren't you? Wow! Who would have thought?" He looked her up and down, "I ordered you... your clone without the hair but I think I made a mistake," he said. "You're very beautiful, terrific body. I love your hair. I still cannot believe they used your name," he said. He turned to the other two men, "I could use another for parties. I might log into DewMe tonight."

Stacy was hemmed in by two of the three suits. Walter Atkins, the CEO stood back, looking curiously at her. She shook her head, "I'm not supposed to talk about it but the name was just a coincidence," she said, "Sorry, but Mr. Brockington has to get to his dinner appointment." She smiled and nodded at each before stepping around the men.

As they approached the waiting limo, Mr. Brockington commented, "You must get that a lot."

Stacy nodded, "and it'll only get worse," she sighed.

James didn't like how the men looked at his Admin. He had seen the more beautiful Admins get plucked by the men further up and there was nothing he'd be able to do about it. 'Oh well, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it,' he thought. 'I'd hate to lose her but when they poached Melanie I got a $100 thou bonus. What would Stacy get me?' he wondered.

They climbed out of the limo at the restaurant and went in, "Reservation for Brockington," he told the pretty girl behind the desk.

"Right this way, sir, miss," the girl said, "Your usual room is all prepared."

Stacy wondered who had rooms reserved at restaurants but followed Mr. Brockington and the girl back.

They were led into a very nice, wood-paneled room with couches and tables that could be positioned in front of the diners or moved aside. For what purpose, Stacy thought she knew.

James sat and patted the seat next to him. He looked at her and smiled, "Relax. Just be yourself. Daryl has a huge weakness. Put a nice set of tits and a clam in front of him and he'll sign off on anything," he said. He looked up as the waiter came in, "Ah, Larry. I was hoping we'd get you. You know what I want, Stacy?"

Stacy looked up at the man who showed nothing on his face except a response to the unspoken question. 'What would you like to drink?' Her head was in a bit of a fog so she just ordered the first thing that entered her head, "Can you make me a tart margarita with silver tequila?" she asked. That was a luxury she and John loved but were reluctant to splurge on.

"Yes, miss, salt? Rocks or frozen?" Larry asked.

"Salt, rocks. Thank you." Stacy was amazed the man never once glanced at her half-exposed breasts. She liked him. Ever since those stupid DewMe ads flooded the vidstreams she was stared at, scrutinized, and overtly confronted.

After Larry left, James faced his Admin, "OK. Today when I told you to strip and bend over my desk, it wasn't just that I wanted to fuck you... though, it has been disrupting my thought way too much lately. It was for a time like this. I need you to remember what you told me, you'll do whatever it takes to satisfy my needs." He looked at her, "Can you do that?"

Stacy nodded and found she wasn't as horrified to find herself in this position. She thought back to when her roommate in college was raped and she considered letting the man kill her rather than ever give in but then just let it happen. Stacy didn't say it but she thought that if that were to happen she'd prefer to die. This wasn't an exact parallel but she found herself reconsidering. She'd never even met the man and any consideration about whether he was good-looking or ugly, fat or slender didn't matter. She had the image of Mr. Brockington's huge cock in her mind as she responded, "I'm here as your Admin. Whatever you need I'm here for you," she said.

"Damn! You are a great asset." He looked at his watch, "Daryl will be here in about 10 minutes. We got here a bit early so you can relax and get ready."

"Get ready for...?" she asked, "I'd like to be clear."

James fingered Stacy's top, stroking her plump tits, "I don't need to tell you how to make a guy's cock hard. Don't hold back. The more blood that rushes between his legs the less goes to his brain. Flirt, lean into him, open your legs, and let him see there's nothing between him and your sweet ass." He stood as the door opened, "Daryl, welcome. Drink?"

The tall younger man nodded at Mr. Brockington and when he looked over at Stacy he started to laugh but caught himself. "Holy fuck!" he gasped, "You're not..."

James chuckled, "A fembot? No. This is Stacy and she's my Admin, though I'm not surprised you were confused. She was the model DewMe used to clone her,"

Stacy groaned, "No one is supposed to know that," she sighed.

Daryl Michaels looked her up and down as if she were a prized steer. He nodded, "Flawless, unbelievably flawless... what I can see. Are the other Stacys clones of other models?" he asked.

Stacy shrugged and stepped back. She hated when people, especially men got in her personal space let alone within 6'. "I signed an NDA and I shouldn't have told Mr. Brockington I was even there." She hated doing it, but she leaned against him, pressing her breasts against his chest and arm, and kissed him on the cheek, "Could you not tell anyone you met me?" she asked sweetly.

Daryl nodded and they sat down, Mr. Brockington on the section coming out from the wall, Stacy and Daryl on the couch against the wall. Daryl was stroking Stacy's thigh and glancing between her large breasts as he settled in. Mr. Brockington smiled at Stacy and nodded.

Larry entered with the drinks, setting them in front of the three. He didn't look at Stacy any more than he did the two men, "I'll be back to take your dinner orders when you've had time. Can I bring something to start you off?" he asked.

Little business was discussed until the dinner plates were taken away. Larry asked about dessert but all 3 declined. "Will there be anything else I can get you besides another round?" he asked.

James looked over at Daryl and winked, "Yes, please. Some avocado oil would be good. Thanks Larry," he said.

Stacy looked at the three men, none acted as if it were a strange request but after Larry left, Mr. Brockington brought up the reason they were there.

"Daryl, the 30% rate increase is unacceptable. We signed a 10-year contract with a large up-front payment to ensure the agreed upon rates."

"Which stipulated that economic and environmental variables could affect future rates. The Korean-Kamchatkan conflict has disrupted the Pacific Rim traffic and we've had to scramble to shore up our crippled infrastructure," Daryl said earnestly.

"Sure, I get that but 30%? Work with me here," James said. "We can accept a modest increase but this will clobber our bottom line... we'll have to reduce our payroll," he said.

Stacy looked over, 'The rumors were true. Layoffs. I know a lot of those people in the Hive. They'll be out on the street...' she thought.

"Nothing I can do," Daryl said sadly, "let's face it, you'd be getting rid of the slackers and underperformers anyhow. This will be healthy for you. AEmbrace it. You told me you'd love to clean house. Now you can tell the suits above you that your hands were tied.?"

James shook his head, "I know this is your call. Let's negotiate... and I mean really negotiate. This, 'Nothing I can do' bullshit won't cut it. This is give and take. He looked up when Larry came in with the tray. He set the drinks down and then placed the small bottle of avocado oil in front of Daryl. "Let's see if we can make this deal work for both of us."

The tall man looked at James and then at Stacy with understanding. "OK. 20% and quarterly reviews," he said as he slid a hand higher on Stacy's thigh. "A 5% cap on any future rate increase."

James shook his head, "10%, annual reviews...1% cap." He looked at Stacy, "You know the copies are never as good as the originals," he grinned as he looked at the open vee in her dress. She turned her body to face the man, exposing more of her plump tits.

Stacy's stomach did flips as the reality of the situation... her situation sunk in. Then she understood the oil... it was for her ass. Mr. Brockington subtly nodded at her so she casually swung her leg over Daryl's. The man's fingers found her bare pussy and she heard him let out an involuntary groan.

"Um, 15%. Quarterly," he said in a husky voice.

"10%, quarterly and at the Granite Club, no increase more than 2% at any of the reviews," James said with a smile. Daryl's pants were tented and he was breathing more deeply.

Daryl was about to counter when Stacy stroked the front of his pants, "Fuck! 10%...2% cap. Quarterly... Granite Club. We have a deal," he said.

James stood and put out his hand, "I knew we could come to a mutually satisfying agreement."

Stacy wondered what was so important that they reviewed the contract at an all-men's club. She'd heard of it, everyone had. But she felt relieved as she couldn't be part of the deal. Granite Club was infamous as a meeting place where shady deals were made but it was strictly men only. They bragged that not a single woman had ever entered their front doors.

"OK. I'm going out to the car and make some calls," he looked at his Apple, "I should be done in about 45 minutes," he said looking at Daryl. He left with his drink in one hand, his Apple in the other.

When the door closed, Daryl lifted Stacy's leg off his and went over and locked it. He looked back with a grin, "Alone at last. Stand up and let's see you. You know, I was able to spend an hour with Ultimate Stacy and I was impressed, so impressed I put money down on the spot." He reached out to run a hand through her hair and sighed, "Never thought I'd want a woman with hair but you're so beautiful, it suits you."

'I'm so glad you approve,' she thought bitterly. Stacy dutifully stood and popped the last two buttons holding her dress together and let it flutter to the floor. It was so flimsy it made no sound. She stood naked and slowly turned since she knew that was what the man wanted. "I hope I'm not a disappointment," she said softly.

Daryl pulled off his clothes shaking his head, "Fuck! You look incredible. I assumed they fixed flaws or made enhancements but," he came over and looked closely at her, "I even see the same moles I remember... and your voice. It's hers... yours," he chuckled. "Wow... to fuck the real Stacy. I know you told me to keep this to myself but I'm not sure I can." He pushed her shoulders, sighing happily as the beautiful blonde sank to her knees.

Stacy was happy her dress puddled on the floor which made kneeling better on the hard carpet. She stroked the man's cock looking up at him before licking the underside. Then she opened up and took him into her mouth. She liked that he wasn't huge... perhaps below average so she was able to press her lips against his pubic bone with no problem.

'Wow!" Daryl panted, "You suck cock as well as... you," he chuckled. "Did they copy everything? I mean, your cunnole was the tightest one I've ever fucked. I came within minutes of pushing inside you," he said.

Stacy shook her head again and popped the cock out of her mouth, "NDA. Sorry, I cannot discuss any of this. You'll just have to make your own judgment. 'Are there men out there that hadn't yet fucked Ultimate Stacy?' she wondered.

Daryl had hold of the blonde's hair wondering why he ordered the bald Ultimate Stacy. He liked fucking the woman's face while using her hair to guide her. When he first grabbed her hair, he thought she'd protest or push back, but she let out a moan and sucked on his cock harder. He felt the ache building in his balls and let go of her hair. He had to push her off his cock as if she were starving.

Stacy looked up, "I wasn't doing it well?" she asked as she wiped her mouth.

"Fuck! Too well. I didn't want to cum before finding out if they did a good job copying your ass. I mean, your clone's ass was amazing," he said. I'm going to fuck your ass and then cum in your mouth if you're OK with that," he said.

Stacy nodded, "I'm yours, remember. Part of the deal... so do what you want, except for my clam, that is."

"I can't wait for the next review so I can fuck your clam. Yours is the prettiest I've ever seen and tight? Wow! A fucking vice grip on my cock."

Stacy picked up the bottle of oil, took some, and fingered it into her anus. Then she knelt and poured some onto her palm and lubed his cock. She looked up questioningly, "I don't understand. The Granite Club is for men only... how...?"

Daryl laughed as he picked the girl up and bent her over the table. He lined his cock up and pushed. "Babe, men only through the front door. They have Faraday rooms in the back and the whores are brought in from the back alley. I'm going to love getting a shot at your sweet cunnole. He pressed against her anus and popped in, eliciting a deep groan from the woman.

Daryl's small cock wasn't what caused the groan. It was realizing she'd have to allow this man and Mr. Brockington also access to her clam... where even her husband wasn't allowed. She gripped the table as Darly thrust hard into her ass. She hated it, but couldn't stop her large breasts from flopping so hard they were making slapping sounds.

Daryl pressed his chest against the woman's back and grabbed handfuls of tit. They didn't duplicate this slut's body perfectly as these tits were softer, more malleable. Her nipples felt the same, the same rock-hard tip with velvety areaolas. He increased the rate of his fucking and the room echoed with the sounds of her deep grunts, slapping of flesh against flesh, and the squelching of her well-lubed ass. The ache was building again so he pulled out quickly.

Stacy spun around and just wrapped her lips around the head when the first spurt splashed down her throat. She swallowed all of his cum along with the foul-tasting fluids from her ass. She had never considered letting any man do that but she had the faces of the people in the Hive in her head and wanted to avert any lay-offs.

Daryl staggered back, his knees rubbery, and flopped onto the couch. He looked at the blonde who wasn't as well-made up but looked even more beautiful. Her lipstick was smeared, her hair was a mess and she had drool on her creamy chest. He always thought that a well-used woman was the most erotic sight in the world.

Stacy took her dinner napkin and wiped her face and chest before cleaning her ass. She wished she could have a little privacy but his eyes followed her every move intently. She pulled on her dress, combed her hair, and sat next to him. "Thank you for fucking my ass, it felt terrific and your cum was delicious," she smiled. "I hope I was OK," she said as she picked up her watered-down margarita. Even though the ice had melted, it was still good.

Daryl nodded, "You are a great fuck... best I've had. You realize that you saved your company over 100 million dollars over the length of the contract. You should be getting a hefty bonus... if not, let me know. I have an opening for you and can match whatever you're currently being paid plus another 30%," he said.

Stacy looked over, "Wow! I'll think about it," she said. "That's quite generous. You don't even know how much I make."

Daryl shook his head, "I know within 10K how much you make. All the Admins at your company are slotted in a tight range based on the manager level."

Stacy shook her head, "There are no secrets, are there?" She heard the door knob rattle and jumped up. She unlocked the door and Mr. Brockington peered in.

"Sorry, I had to do those calls. I hope you found something to talk about," he said. "Stacy? Are you done with your drink? We can get you home to your husband. Daryl, we'll talk in 3 months."

James patted her leg when they got into the limo, "Daryl looked very satisfied with the new arrangement. You did well, really well. I don't need to tell you that you're not to repeat a word of this meeting to anyone. You can tell your husband you took some notes and that's it."

* * *

A week later, Stacy came home without her usual upbeat attitude. John suspected that her boss might have asked her to help seal a deal, or to reduce his stress more than once. He knew something happened since she hugged him and said she loved him. Not as she normally did, but breathed, "I love you so much," into his ear.

Stacy hated keeping secrets from John. Before she went to DewMe, she told him everything. She signed the NDA and then more NDAs and it seemed as if everything she did was confidential or proprietary. He couldn't know she let another man fuck her ass let alone take his gross cock and put it in her mouth. Whenever John asked her about her job she shrugged and said she was doing basic admin stuff. This seemed to placate his fears but not her feelings of guilt.

The day before a $383,990 deposit appeared in their account. A lot more than was forecast. Their goal of 10 to 20 million seemed more realistic now that their retirement account was over $600,000. He'd put most of it into various stocks but the growth was stifled by the DOW approaching 100,000 points. Every time the index neared a milestone, investors panicked and sold off. If it could cross into the 100 thousand and stay a week, he knew it would continue to grow.

He looked at his Apple. Sighing, he went into the kitchen and started to cook. If she gets home, she gets home. Otherwise why else did God invent the microwave? He was finishing up when he heard the door unlatch. He looked back, "Just in time. I bought steak, real steak," he said. He hated her new job but they shopped less frequently at FoodDepot and more at Organi-Mart.

John hugged her back and sighed, "I love you too, Go clean up and I'll have dinner ready." This was the first time he suggested she shower but he had the routine down by then.

Ever since she took this job, she told him she loved him more often. He knew she did but it was as if she were trying to convince herself. He suspected it was after Mr. Brockington fucked her or she sucked him off. His stomach hurt every time he considered that. She wouldn't say, couldn't say whenever he asked. Apparently, where and when her boss puts his cock inside her is proprietary. He quit asking as she responded the same every time, "I'm sorry. I signed the damn NDA so I'm not allowed to say anything about work."

After dinner, they watched a holovid about a father trying to protect his daughter. It was pretty formulaic but the graviton chase was one of the better ones as they kept crossing water which made the vehicles lose antigrav. The stunts were amazing as they managed to get back over land just in time.

When they crawled into bed Stacy flinched when he touched her ass and she said she was exhausted and could she suck him off instead?

He agreed but it took him a long time to cum even when she fingered his ass. His mind was in turmoil knowing her boss roughly fucked her ass and tomorrow they's be going to the Maverick Lodge where the suits would all want to show Stacy the rooms downstairs. Why did men feel like they could do what they wanted to female employees? Stacy wasn't even an employee where John worked but then he thought about a handful of men he worked with. All complained that their wives were needed as 'companions' at various dinners and other business functions.

None of the men wanted to lose their jobs as Terrence did. When one of the VPs told Terrence he'd like to borrow his wife for the evening, he shook his head. "It's our 10th anniversary and I have reservations at Marcel's," he explained. The next day, John came in and Terrence's desk was empty.

Stacy's jaw was getting sore so she popped his cock out of her mouth, "You want to fuck my ass, don't you?" she asked. "I don't think a blowjob's going to do it."

John nodded, "I've thought about your ass all day long, "You don't mind?"

Stacy shook her head, "I want you to be happy. I'll grab the lube."

John lay back stroking his cock. He had been thinking about Stacy's ass all day but it was mostly her ass being used by her shithead boss. He hated knowing the man was fucking her, knowing he was powerless to protest or put a stop to it. He also hated that Stacy never looked happy on days when she had been used. Her body language, her forced smile, and the need to 'clean up before dinner,' all pointed to her being Mr. Brockington's plaything. Then again, he hated how fucking hard his cock got thinking about her ass or mouth being filled with another man's cock.

Stacy came back in and stroked a glob of gel onto John's cock. 'He must be horny. Normally, when I take a break to grab lube he loses his erection,' she thought. Satisfied he was slick enough, she straddled his waist and lowered her ass onto his cock. "Oooohhh, yesss," she sighed as she felt him slide in. 'Thank God he's smaller than Mr. Brockington,' she thought. Her ass was sore from the multiple angry poundings her boss gave her earlier that day. Mr. Brockington had a bad day and when his days were bad he needed to get relief... though Stacy suspected he was unhappy that she was going to be gone for a week. Three times he needed relief or to make up for her being gone.

John looked up at his wife's massive tits and either he was imagining things or seeing things but there were almost imperceptible hand prints on her breasts. His stomach ached as he could see her bent over the man's desk, shock waves moving across her bare ass as the asshole slammed into her rectum. He must have bent over her back to maul her perfect tits as he fucked her. The aching in his stomach faded as if moving into his balls and as he imagined Mr. Brockington releasing a jet of cum deep inside her rectum, he groaned loudly while adding his load to Stacy's boss's.

Stacy was barely starting to rub her pussy letting out a disappointed groan as she heard and felt John cum inside her. Mr. Brockington couldn't care less about her pleasure and her frustration had been building all day and now she was again left hanging.

John sighed and opened his eyes, "Sorry. I guess you were right. Fucking your ass was exactly what I wanted. We need to get some sleep, the car will be here first thing," he said.

Stacy pulled herself off his cock, cupping her ass for the 4th time that day. She went into the bathroom to clean up before returning with a warm washcloth.

* * *

The car was right on time. It was a modified Cadillac GR8 stretch limo. John was impressed, 8 separate GraviSensors, 0 to 60 in 1.9 seconds... top speed of 350 kph. He knew about them, had seen them in the distance but had never been close enough to touch one. After it lightly settled, the driver came around to open the door. John stepped aside to let Stacy enter first. He nodded at the man but he was looking past John.

The driver's eyes briefly widened upon seeing the beautiful blonde but immediately returned to his stoic demeanor. Of course, it would be a celebrity... the celebrity, he thought. Stacy was now the most desirable sex object in the world. She had to be the original, the one DewMe cloned exactly, even to the number of eyelashes. Just that morning, he read an article about Stacy. An insider with DewMe explained how all her specifications were off the charts, the depth of her vagina, her record-setting vaginal muscles, and her ability to take 16" down her throat effortlessly. But when he looked at her ass he recalled how much pressure their probes registered when she was being scanned. He loved a good ass, even a so-so ass. But he'd give his left nut to try out Ultimate Stacy's ass just once. On the other hand, perhaps his client would want to tip him.

Stacy felt a strange vibe from the driver and glanced over as she stepped inside the limo. 'Fuck! He's hard. His cock is hard! That makes no sense unless...' she shook her head and climbed into the plush vehicle. There were two occupants, a middle-aged, strikingly beautiful woman sat on the side bench and an older man sat on the back seat.

Jack Townsend rose slightly as Stacy entered. Before she could move to the side seat, he patted the seat next to him. "Join me so we can get to know each other," he smiled. "John, this is my wife, Claire," he said.

Stacy sat next to the older man. He had to be 65. She felt a chill as he studied her as if comparing. 'Oh course, he has an Ultimate Stacy,' she thought. Then he stroked her cheek and neck.

Jack looked over at John, "Remarkable. As far as I can see she's an exact clone."

"Dear, she's the original, not the clone and she's a person, not an object. Keep your hands to yourself," Claire said firmly. She looked at John and put out a hand, "Claire Townsend."

"John, John Smith," he said. He glanced at the woman who was incredibly beautiful but then back at his wife's thigh being stroked.

Claire shook her head, "I guess this is new to you, though you must have realized once DewMe started advertising their latest sex toy modeled after your wife, this was going to happen." She looked at her husband who was staring at Stacy's breasts. "He bought one of the originals and I prayed it would make him forget his Admin but then Ultimate Stacy came out and Eve, the Original Stacy now sleeps in a closet."

John looked at the woman in shock, "That doesn't bother you? I mean it's not cheating but damn close."

Claire laughed, "Sweetie when they outlawed vaginal sex unless for procreation I was thrilled on nights when Jack wasn't interested. I hate sucking dicks and I tried anal once. That was more than enough for me." She nodded at Stacy, "I am a bit jealous though. I know your wife isn't that cyborg but telling myself that over and over does no good."

Stacy lifted the older man's hand off her thigh as he got too close to her clam. She looked him in the eyes and shook her head, "I am not the sex toy. I may have posed for them but that doesn't make me a sexual plaything."

Jack looked surprised and then smiled, "Sorry. I guess you're not, I mean... sure." He looked over at John, "Have you been to Maverick before?" he asked.

John shook his head, "Never. I've heard of it but never had the chance," he sighed. Never had the tens of thousands of dollars this has to cost the company, he thought. "Thanks for inviting me... us," he said, "I'm looking forward to it."

Stacy smiled and nodded even though both had discussed excuses to get out of going this week. John told her about the Faraday rooms and how on one hand it would be great to have real sex but from what he heard, all the men would want their shot at Stacy's clam. It was times like these that she wished she turned down the modeling offer and turned down the money. Sure, they were living in a shoebox and driving a 10-year-old Kia but they were just each other's. Now, she was Mr. Brockington's whore and most likely soon to be used by a dozen old guys. She had to tell herself about the $622,450 in their account.

The drive was fairly long and Jack periodically asked Stacy questions about how the copying or cloning process worked, and did she realize they'd use her name? Stacy deflected every question except the one about her name. She explained that it was an acronym and purely coincidental. Otherwise, she shook her head, "Sorry. I signed an NDA. She felt relief and trepidation when they arrived. She was going to find out if their fears were justified or if these men would respect their married status and not want to sample her various charms.

They were shown to a beautiful suite that was at least 4x the size of their apartment. The valet showed them the wet bar and fridge. Then he told them about the spa, workout room, pools, and hot tubs. They suspected he had never been so thorough with any other guest as he might have looked at the things he was pointing out but he looked back at Stacy immediately after.

After he left, John shook his head, "And so it starts. I guarantee you that the concierge couldn't pick me out of a lineup," he sighed.

They unpacked, showered, and changed for the first night's dinner. John felt constricted in his suit. His jaw dropped when Stacy came out of the bedroom. He thought that Stacy would be less constricted but the dress she had on was as tight as could be. She looked like a candy cane or a barber pole in a way. Red satin started at her shoulder, crossed her huge breasts, and then around her lower chest. It continued around barely covering her clam and ass until it wrapped around her left leg leaving her right completely exposed. He expected to see the top of her left nipple and the bottom of the right one but it was strategically placed.

"Holy shit!" he sputtered, "Where in the hell did you get that?" he asked.

Stacy looked down blushing, "I was on the bed with a note. 'Welcome, a gift. Please wear this down to dinner.' I think it's a one-time dress as I had to peel off the backing. It sticks to me like tape," she sighed. She ran her hands down her body, "It's some designer... Jean or Jeanette something."

John turned his wife around and her upper ass crack and lower cheeks were fully exposed. He shook his head as she again faced him. He gently fingered her clam-cleft and sighed, "I can see the top of your clit but I guess that's the whole point. Fuck! OK, let's get down there," he said. He checked his Apple, "We shouldn't be late."

Stacy was a huge hit at dinner. There were 3 large tables and a half dozen men stood as they arrived offering the empty seats next to them. John nodded at the tall man at the far table, "Steve Arnold, CEO. We should probably..."

Stacy nodded at the various suits and their wives as they walked around the table to the far one.

Steve put out his hand to John, "Steve Arnold, welcome. We've heard great things about you and were all so glad you could make this. Is this your wife?" he asked innocently.

John nodded, "Stacy, Stacy Smith. Thank you for the invite," he said looking around, "This place is incredible."

Steve took Stacy's hand and kissed her knuckle, "Pleased to meet you. Your husband is one of our up-and-comers," he smiled. "Please, sit here. I want to get to know you." He looked at John and nodded across the table, "You don't mind if I borrow your wife, do you?"

Stacy carefully sat feeling the cool air on her ass and between her legs. She looked around the table and smiled at the various couples. Some were smiling back at her, others scowled. She couldn't blame the women for feeling threatened or jealous. She was getting too much attention and it was tiring. She was also unused to being among so many people who weren't wearing masks. They might be uncomfortable but they also allow for a bit of anonymity. She felt bare, stripped down, and wondered if she were expected to allow the men to use her. She had a thought that hadn't occurred to her before, what if she disappoints them when these men got her in one of those rooms? She's not a sex goddess, just a person. And why is it that the pressure is on her to please them and not the other way around? Then Steve asked her something.

"I hope you like the dress, my wife Sophia picked it out." He nodded at a beautiful woman with stark blue eyes and a perfectly symmetrical head sitting next to John.

"Oh, I think it's beautiful," she said, "It fits me perfectly. Thank you."

Sophia smiled but her eyes were cold, "I think it suits you," the woman said. Then she turned to John, "Don't you agree?"

John looked at his wife and back at the CEO's wife and nodded, "It does. It does show off her figure," he said lamely.

Sophia nodded, "I'm sure we'll be seeing a lot more of her figure this week. So, what do you do at my husband's company?" she asked sweetly.

Stacy watched the woman and John as a cramp formed in her stomach. All the women hated her... all the men lusted after her. All her life, she just wanted to be left alone but without her hoodies, she was exposed to the world.

Stave patted her right leg, "You know," he said conspiratorily, "We have something in common."

Stacy looked curiously at the man. What on Earth could they have in common?

"Our names. Stacy and Steve. The names DewMe gave to their sex cyborgs," he said.

Stacy laughed, "Oh, this is not something in common, this is the opposite. Your name being assigned to a sex toy gives you a rush but when people see me and hear my name, I feel shame and even fear. Men look at me as if they'd gladly pay the $1,000 fine for misdemeanor non-procreative intercourse. And then," she looks at her mostly bare body, "you men can wear suits while I have to be put on display. I regret ever walking in the front doors of DewMe," she said softly.

Steve nodded, "Sorry. I get it. I suppose if I said that I've slept with over 100 women... I haven't by the way, men and women would look at me with admiration."

Stacy chuckled, "And if I said that I'd slept with over 100 men... come to think of it, I have if you consider my clone, Ultimate Stacy."

Steve smiled, "I've been considering Ultimate Stacy, and after meeting you..."

"You thought of better ways to waste your money?" she asked.

Steve let out a loud laugh causing all conversations to stop and all heads to turn. "No, on the contrary. If I can't have you then knowing the next best thing is out there..."

"Maybe Ultimate Stacy is better... she sure won't have PMS," she chuckled. "I was thinking about how the same observations would be a compliment for a guy and not a woman... and vice versa. I'll give to one, "Wow! You have huge tits!"

Steve chuckled, "I guess 'you have a giant cock' wouldn't work but, Wow! Your clam is so fucking big!" he laughed.

Stacy grinned, "Guys love a big clam. What about, 'You're amazing, I've never seen a guy cum that quickly,'" she grinned.

Steve chuckled, "OK. I get your point. I'm sorry that you have to be the person who was the inspiration for the top-selling sex toy in the world. Did you hear?" he asked, "Last month's sales alone exceeded 2,500 units. I heard they expected to sell no more than 1,000 units over your... I mean the Ultimate Stacy's entire run." He looked at her blonde hair, "And, 2,100 of those were with your hair. Sorry, did I say something wrong?"

Stacy looked briefly shocked. If she and John would realize $600,000 over a run of 650, 2,500 units would pay them about...$2.3 million. 'Holy fuck!' She wanted to pull John aside to tell him. She collected herself and looked at the concerned face, "It's bad enough that there are what, 500 of me out there? Another 2,500 and perhaps another 2,000 next month? I'll have to move to Alaska. One of the Admins where I work said they saw me in a series of holoporns. I wasn't shocked, it was just a matter of time."

Steve nodded, "Skip Alaska, the bars up there all have at least one. The miners and hunters need relief. I hope you are getting some kind of commission," he said, "or they paid you a decent amount up front."

Stacy was about to nod but caught herself, "I'm not allowed to talk about it, NDAs..."

Steve laughed, "Yeah. NDAs. We have everyone sign them, and every company has everyone sign them. Meanwhile, entire floors are dedicated to hackers whose job is to break through competitor's firewalls and get information that is 100x more valuable than their employees talking about their bathroom schedules."

Then, their meals arrived and they focused on eating. When they were done and the dessert plates were removed, Steve stood and held up his glass. "I'd like to thank all the spouses and plus-ones who had their schedules disrupted to come to this getaway. I hope all of you can relax and enjoy yourselves. We'll have a few organized activities but most of the time please make use of the many amenities The Maverick provides." He nodded toward the windows to his left, "Hiking, biking in the forests outside. There are two areas with hot tubs. They are well-marked as one is for those wanting more modesty and the other is clothing forbidden." He looked around and smiled, "And don't forget to book one of the rooms downstairs... enjoy!" he said as he raised his glass.

Stacy looked at John when Steve mentioned the rooms downstairs and he was smiling at her. He knew what those rooms were. Then Steve stood up again.

"Sorry, sorry. I forgot one of the more important announcements. John Smith?" he looked across the table, "Can you please stand up?"

John quit smiling and stood with a nervous look on his face. He looked around at all the eyes on him and back to his CEO.

"John Smith has rated #1 two straight years in customer satisfaction and potential managerial scores." He nodded over at one of the suits. "John, we'd like to present to you the 17th Annual Employee of the Year award. You will also find a generous bonus in your next paycheck."

Ed Farmer came over with a large brass plaque engraved with John's name and held it up for everyone to see.

Stacy stood with a huge grin as did the entire room. She felt a surge of pride for her husband who always worked hard though she had no idea he was that highly rated. John never mentioned anything but he too had signed NDAs.

As John took the plaque and held it nervously, his face beet red, Steve continued.

"Meet our new Director of Customer Relations. I know you never applied but we've been scouting you for the past 4 months and as you have an MBA, you are more than ready to lead. Congratulations, you deserve it," he said.

John looked shocked and all the curious encounters he had that he assumed was because of Stacy started to make sense. This invite now made sense. If they had been scouting him for the past 4 months, it would have been just before the Stacy ads appeared. He smiled and accepted the congratulations. He looked over at his wife who had a huge grin.

When dinner was over, John came over to Stacy. "I told Sophia and a few others we'd do the clothing-forbidden hot tub if you're alright with it," he said, his words slurring slightly.

Stacy chuckled, "Fine... it's fine. I'm almost there anyhow," she said as she swept her hands down her exposed skin.

They returned to their room to get changed... or to strip and put on a robe. Stacy looked at the red spiraling marks on her body and sighed. "I'm taking a hot shower before we do... I look like a walking barber pole."

John wanted to join her but instead lay on the bed looking at the ceiling. He could smell the hot steam and smiled. Stacy would be red all over if the water was that hot, he thought.

He was right. By the time Stacy finished showering her whole body glowed red which reminded him of how she looked during her orgasms. She didn't bother putting on any clothes as she grabbed the robe and slipped it on.

"Ready? You're still dressed and I assumed you'd be all set," she said.

When they got to the hot tub they were amazed at the size. It easily could accommodate all 13 couples. There was even a table in the middle for food and drinks. They smiled at the group as they approached, "Can we get you anything before we climb in? Stacy asked. There were three couples and all shook their heads as they indicated their drinks. They didn't blink as Stacy shrugged off her robe, tossing it on a chair before climbing in.

John felt the usual pang in his stomach as he observed the men openly gawking at his naked wife. But when he pulled off his robe, it was the woman admiring him that made Stacy smile.

They climbed into the roiling hot water and leaned back against the edge across from the other couples. They made introductions that they immediately forgot as more and more couples arrived. Pretty soon there are 13 men and 10 women. Some wives probably preferred to use the more modest hot tub or had other plans. All the men wanted to get naked as long as there were naked women.

Two women looked at each other before wading over to John. They pulled him to his feet, "Couples aren't allowed to monopolize each other, plus this week is all about socializing and getting to know one another," one giggled. Both were in their early to mid-40s looking like they worked out daily. One of the women checked out his muscular ass while the other stroked his cock. He wanted to dip into the roiling water as he got instantly hard.

John looked back at Stacy apologetically but she had been quickly sandwiched between Jack and another man he didn't know. He wanted to catch her eyes but the hand stroking his cock and the woman who was exploring his ass kissed him. He was pushed onto the ledge and soon lost sight of his wife. Then the woman straddled him and ground her bare clam against his cock.

Stacy started to watch her husband but three men quickly waded over to fight over the two spots next to her. She found herself hip to hip with Jack and another older man. Jack put his arm around her casually, his hand draped onto her breast, while the other man stroked her thigh. The third man stopped with a look of disappointment but then stood with his plump cock dangling in front of Stacy's face.

Jack cupped Stacy's heavy breasts, "You'd like to put your cock between these, wouldn't you Larry?" he asked the man who was standing in front of Stacy.

Larry grinned, "Maybe the wife of our new director would be willing to accommodate me later," he said. "I'll go get a drink." He waded out of the tub to get a glass of amber liquid.

They asked Stacy questions about her job, where she worked and other things designed to get her to talk all the while getting to know her wonderful assets. Stacy wanted to see how John was doing but was distracted by the men's groping of her body, plus she could barely see her husband. 'Lucky man,' she thought as three naked women crawled all over him. One was straddling him and was giving a great lap dance as far as she could tell. Good for him, she thought. It made sense to her. If this were a giant spouse-swapping week, John would be the youngest and most virile (as far as she could tell) of the men there.

Jack continued to maul her left tit, while the man on the right lifted her right leg over his and pressed a finger inside her. She still never could figure out how the VPA implant could discern the difference between a penis and a finger... not that she couldn't... given the size of one of her previous boyfriends. Both were fleshy rods. Maybe the implant was able to detect precum... but her thoughts were pulled back to a pair of lips of her left nipple and a second finger pushing inside her pussy. Reflexively she clenched her pelvic muscles since she didn't want anyone but John inside her.

The older man on her right gasped, "Fuck me. Jack, finger her cunnole. I'm not going to say anything... just do it."

Jack lifted his face off the most perfect tit he'd encountered and pushed a finger inside the beautiful woman.

Stacy tried to make her hole so tight he wouldn't be able to enter her and as she did that, the man gasped and grinned at his companion, "Holy fuck, is right. Her cunnole is like a vise," he said in almost a moan.

Stacy hated how they were talking about her as if she were an inanimate sex toy but felt considerable pride that she could impress two men who would have had many women before the Comey Act and more here. Most likely, their wives had gone through menopause and had their implants removed so they were no strangers to a nice vagina. She noticed movement and the three women were pulling John out of the hot tub. He was as hard as she had ever seen him as one of the women stroked him.

The woman stroking John's cock looked at the man who was fingering Stacy's clam, "Honey, since you look like you'll be occupied most of the night, Christie, Alexis, and I are going to give John the reward he deserves. I hope you don't mind," she smiled.

"I'm glad," the man on her right smiled, "Don't hurt him too much. He needs to be alert next Monday when he starts his new job." He turned back to Stacy and smiled, "We might have to let him have a few more days off knowing how horny those 3 are," he chuckled.

John's eyes met Stacy's and he looked like a deer not just caught in the headlights but a deer about to be splattered by a semi. Stacy nodded and mouthed, "Have fun," just before the man stood and stroked his hard cock in front of her face.

John was torn. Three older yet truly beautiful women were pulling him back to one of their rooms. Two of them whispered to him that they'd cleared menopause and he could savor their tight cunnoles. On the other hand, Stacy was between two older men, one with his arm moving as if finger-fucking her while the other was shoving his cock in her face. It wasn't as if they'd never swapped before. They had swapped through SWAEs and WICANs but there was little physical contact. He glanced back one last time as the group headed inside to one of their suites. Thinking about getting to feel his cock slide inside a tight clam drove away his jealous thoughts about Stacy being used by various men.

Stacy was dimly aware that John was going inside with three older women as she was shifted so her ass was out of the water and her face was being pushed onto a hard cock. What was it about men getting hard and it being her responsibility to alleviate their discomfort? She wondered. She dutifully took his entire cock into her throat as she bobbed her head. She knew it was coming, but she still grunted as a finger shoved lube into her ass. Normally a good wife would pull away and protest but she must not be a good wife but a good whore. She parted her legs and lifted her ass as the man pressed his cockhead against her asshole.

John was led into the room by one of the women, the other two following. It was strange walking through public hallways stark naked with not even a mask but they made it without encountering anyone else.

"Fuck! When David told me to reward you, he had no idea you had such a nice cock," the 50ish woman smiled. She dropped to her knees and licked him from his perineum to his peehole. "I'm Amelia, these are my friends Olivia and Emma. We're going to make it hard for you to walk tomorrow," she grinned.

John felt his balls ache eagerly as the other two women came over. One planted a kiss on his lips as she pulled his hand onto her plump breast while the other knelt behind him and buried her face between his ass cheeks. He groaned into the woman's mouth as her two friends sucked and licked his cock and ass.

Stacy soon forgot that John had left as she had a long skinny cock slamming into her ass, a cock buried down her throat, and a cock in each hand.

"Fuck me!" David groaned, "Amelia tries but... wow!" he said. He had two handfuls of hair as he quit trying to be gentle and was now fucking the beautiful blonde's face.

Liam grinned, "I told Emma that she needs to grow her hair out. She asked me why but I just couldn't say. Let's switch," he said as he pulled his cock out of Stacy's ass.

"Hang on, let's rotate clockwise," Lucas said. He was the man being jerked off by Stacy's left hand. "Thank God for the RigorMax they handed out," he grinned. He came around in front of the blonde and sighed happily as the woman sucked him into her mouth. Troy picked up the tube of lube that Liam had laid on Stacy's back and soon was thrusting into the tightest, best-feeling ass he'd ever fucked.

Stacy mentally groaned. RigorMax was 5th generation Cialis that not only lasted over a week but guaranteed erections lasting 12 hours or more. One man put out a holovid of him fucking 12 women over 24 hours... non-stop, cumming inside each of them before popping the little yellow pill which counteracted the effects. If these old men all took the little purple pill she'd be severely damaged.

John was close to cumming when Amelia popped his cock out of her mouth. "Get over here and fuck my wet cunnole while you watch your wife being used," she said.

John's ass cheeks were slick from Emma's long tongue with warring feelings. He hated that Stacy was being fucked but it had been years since he'd been inside a vagina and recalled the two women he'd overheard joking, "Menopause my ass! Men-o-start my engines!" He hadn't understood what they were talking about but then he fully realized how freeing it had to be to have their vaginal implants removed. He stroked his cock as the woman went over to the balcony, putting her hands on the railing and parting her legs.

Amelia looked over her shoulder with a big smile, "OK, stud. Fuck my cunnole and fill me with your hot sperm."

Emma and Olivia both spoke at the same time, "Hey! We want his cum, too!"

Amelia grinned, "Relax. When I kissed him I gave him a little purple pill. I'll give him the yellow one when and only when all of us are satisfied."

It was two days before John and Stacy saw each other. The three women with John were soon reinforced and he lost track of the number of vaginas he came inside. He'd heard of RigorMax and knew of the incredible staying power even after many orgasms but he was unaware of the rapid regeneration of his sperm. Even after 10 or 15 orgasms, he was still dumping large loads into these women's cunnoles.

Stacy was led into the lower level and got to experience her first Faraday room. Men were lining up to get a shot at her tight clam, her ass, and her mouth... usually all three at the same time. She was given breaks to eat and take naps but the 50, 60, and 70-year-old men couldn't get enough of her. Finally, early in the morning on the third day, she passed out and was unaware when the resort staff were called and carried her to her room.

John staggered in just after that and groaned. His wife's body was covered in angry red hand prints and dried cum. She looked worn out as she lay naked on the top of the bed. He got a warm washcloth and cleaned her off as best he could. She didn't wake up even when he rolled her over to do her backside.

They thought that the men and the horny women were done but they were wrong. The next day, they were in the bar chatting and playing various games when they heard the back of the bar go quiet. Stacy turned and gasped. There she was... not her but her. Ultimate Stacy was walking in on the arm of one of the execs, she couldn't remember his name, though, perhaps she never heard it.

James Conroy had been waiting for 3 months to get his hands (literally) on Ultimate Stacy and when he got the alert that she was ready to ship he changed the location to the Maverick. Overnight was a huge added shipping charge but the timing was perfect. He couldn't wait to show off his Ultimate Stacy.

James first went over to some of the other execs before heading over to John and Stacy's table. Steve and two other men were with him, "John, we'd like to borrow your wife. It won't be long, just a few hours. We'll bring her back when we're done, that OK with you?" the older man asked rhetorically.

John wanted to protest, to question where they wanted to take her and what they would be doing but felt powerless. "Um, OK. Sure, have fun. I'll check out the barns. I heard they have horses."

Steve slapped the young associate on the back, "Good man. I knew you were a team player."

Stacy glanced back at her husband while being led out of the lounge. 'They asked John and not me? Why didn't I speak up? Why did John seem so willing? What deal do they have?' She didn't know the where but suspected the why and the what. She found herself walking next to her bald self.

Ultimate Stacy looked over at her and smiled. She put out a hand, "Hi. I'm Stacy and I meet to please you."

Stacy took the clone's hand and was surprised at how warm she felt. Of course, they'd make the femoids warm but it was still a surprise. "Stacy," she said. "You're very beautiful."

The fembot blushed and shook her head, "Thanks but I can't take credit for my looks. I was made this way. I like being pleasing to the eye as much as pleasing you and your friends."

Stacy was again surprised to hear her own voice and how much inflection the fembot had when she spoke.

They climbed into the elevators and Stacy now knew where they were going. After three days of being fucked by all the men in the Faraday rooms she now knew the men wanted to party with both her and her clone.

James went down the hall to the third room and opened the door. Stacy had only been in the first room and saw why they were going into this one, it was at least 4 times the size with three beds. This must be the orgy room, she thought.

"OK," James said, "you all have the app?" he asked looking around. "Good. 1 is Stacy and 2 is US, Ultimate Stacy. Let's get started."

Stacy looked around confused. What is the plan?

Steve shook his head, "Before we start. My wife, Alexis wants to know how good US is at pleasuring a woman. Stacy, would you like to take off your dress and lie back on the bed? Perhaps, let US undress you? I want to see how well she's programmed."

Stacy looked around, eyes wide. She considered telling them to fuck off but the situations of the past 4 months took any fight out of her. She nodded and stepped into the middle of the empty space in front of the gathered men. All 12 men were looking intensely at her as US came over and kissed her. She felt the woman's smooth lips and then her tongue parting her lips. Her clothes were deftly pulled off as she instinctively stroked the other woman's body. Then she knew what she was supposed to do so she unzipped US's dress and pulled away so it would slither to the floor. She unconsciously let out a soft moan that was echoed by US as her breasts were softly stroked before pressing against identically shaped breasts. She had hugged women in the past, had felt their breasts press against her, but this was the first time she could feel hard nipples press against her. The first time a naked woman pressed against her naked body.

Every man had their Apples out videotaping the lesbian sexual act. Stacy was more into it than they thought she would be and after she was stripped of her clothes she undressed US. They all surrounded one of the beds as the naked couple fell onto it before getting into a 69 position.

Stacy had never gone down on another woman before but she liked the taste and the feeling of US's tongue penetrating her clam. This might be something to explore in the future. US's breasts felt similar to her own but somehow different. On the other hand, her ass felt identical.

John impotently watched as his wife and the sex-bot were led out of the room. He was sitting at the same table, observing the wives. He was the only male left wondering why he hadn't been included in their plans for his wife and Ultimate Stacy. An older woman, perhaps 55, came over and sat down.

"Taylor," she said, putting out her hand, "I heard that you're quite the stud. While the men all do whatever they have planned for your wife. Would you like to come back to my room and keep me company?" she asked.

John looked over to the now-empty hallway where Stacy had gone. He turned back, looked appraisingly at the beautiful woman, and smiled, "I'll tell you what, let me buy you a drink to break down whatever resistance you might have. Then when I get you naked you'll forget about your husband while I fuck your married brains out," he smiled.

"Ooooh, I like the sound of that. Paloma, double," she smiled. "I'm getting wet just thinking about it." She waved to a couple of her friends who came over, "I suspect that one woman isn't enough for you, so I hope you're up to the challenge." She opened her palm, offering him a pill.

John would have scoffed at the idea of fucking a group of post-menopausal women but as nice as anal sex was, having a half-dozen women opening their legs and offering him their cunnoles wasn't something he was going to pass up. He downed his drink after Taylor downed hers, took her hand, and headed down the opposite hallway from where his wife went.

John soon forgot about Stacy being used by a dozen men as he felt a half-dozen naked women crawl all over his naked body. Perhaps it was the second dose of RigorMax but his cock felt harder and bigger than ever. Hearing Lexi's loud gasps, apparently, she thought so too.

Stacy also forgot about her husband as US brought her to her third orgasm. US was either programmed to orgasm or was able to, but she also came repeatedly... repeatedly and using her voice, her gasps. 'Damn! She's incredible... but does that mean I am too?' Stacy wondered.

When the men were satisfied that US was a great clam-eater, Steve took charge. "Gentlemen," he smiled, "We're going to have a contest. Dan, get the attendants and ask them to come in here. We'll step out of the room and when we come back, $10,000 to whomever correctly identifies the real Stacy. After every round, we'll all leave and an attendant will swap out the two girls and put them in different positions." He indicated the bedspreads, "he'll cover their heads so we won't be able to tell by Stacy's head of hair or Ultimate Stacy's bald head. For the oral test, you will all be blindfolded and your hands will be tied behind your backs so you won't be able to feel either's head. Got it?"

Stacy wanted to protest... say something but as they'd all fucked her already how would this be any different? She pulled her face from US's clam and rolled off the bed.

US joined her and smiled, "Thanks. You're very beautiful and very skilled, did you know that?" she asked. She ran her hands down Stacy's body, cooing in appreciation.

Stacy laughed as she wiped the woman's juices off her face, "You too. It's interesting to see what I'd look like without hair." She was naked when the attendants came in and didn't bother attempting modesty.

All the men left except for the male attendant and a cute Japanese or Korean girl.

"Ladies. If you would," the young man smiled. 'Holy fuck! It really is the model and the clone!' he thought. His buddies told him they were both here but he didn't believe it. If only he had a spare couple of million. It would be money well spent. He pointed to two of the beds and arranged Stacy on the left and Ultimate Stacy on the right. He took cards marked A and B boldly and placed them next to each beautiful naked woman. His cock was throbbing angrily in his pants as she worked.

After both women were face down, ass up he looked back at his fellow attendant and smiled. He unzipped his pants and stroked his already hard cock even harder. He stepped behind Ultimate Stacy and slid his cock inside her tight clam. The femoid groaned in pleasure. "Oh fuck!" he breathed as he pumped into the slick hole. 'Fuck me, she feels so fucking real!' he thought. Then he went to the real woman and slid right in. Stacy sounded almost identical to the femoid as she groaned. 'Holy fuck! She's just as fucking smooth inside but maybe a bit warmer? Tighter than the femoid... maybe. He wanted to finish but knew there were to be further tests so he reluctantly pulled out and walked around looking at the ceiling and trying to think about the time he had to clean the hot hub after the cosplay get-together.

Steve smiled when the attendant opened the door, "Edward and Fred, you're first. James and Ron, you'll be next. Kim will be just inside the door to get you ready," he chuckled as he looked at the cocks sticking out from the group's waists, "I don't think she'll have to do much. No cheating but write on your card who is on bed A and who's on bed B. You can fuck each cunnole for 30 seconds. Tim here will be watching and timing." The dozen men had all drawn numbers so it was random,

Kim was naked on her knees as the first pair of men came in. She alternated sucking one of their cocks while stroking the other. She didn't like this part of her job but work was hard to come by and at least, The Maverick paid well above minimum wage. Her normal duties were cleaning up the sloppy clams of the women who were brought down here or in many cases letting the men finish in her mouth so as not to mess up the women's cunnoles. Her husband thought she just did maid work here and had no clue she was virtually a cum dump for the clientele.

Stacy felt both humiliation and excitement as she overtly exposed her swollen clam and asshole to men she couldn't even see. They'd be fucking her... assessing her and rating if she were as good as the over-a-million-dollar femoid. "Ooooh, fuck!" she gasped as one of the men's cocks slid deep inside her. US said almost the same thing as her clam was opened up. It was strange hearing her voice across the gap between beds. She started to count the seconds wondering how long each man would be assessing her vagina but it felt so good she lost track after 13 seconds.

Six pairs of men came into the room and checked out each cunnole. All were stumped as to which was the real woman and which was the femoid. Their clams swelled the same and were just as sopping by the time the sixth pair came in. Stacy didn't know how US was doing but she was getting close over and over to orgasming. She wondered if that would be OK for the challenge or if that might give it away. On the other hand, she could hear DS's moans getting louder as she received more cocks in her tight hole. Did they program US with pleasure sensors? That would be incredible if they did.

After the cunnole test, Steve gave the cards to the attendant keeping score. "This next test is oral. Both our girls will be sitting on the bed. Tim will blindfold you and tie your wrists behind your back. After Kim gets you ready, you'll be led over to the girls. Let's do two minutes each. Let the sucking begin," he grinned.

Stacy watched the men as they came in. She'd never been in a situation like this, blindfolded naked men with their hard cocks bouncing freely while she could unabashedly admire them. She looked over at US who was wetting her lips, her eyes glued to the throbbing members. Was she programmed to lust after cock? How much was real and how much codded? She stopped considering the clone as she was presented with her first cock. She found that she wanted to outdo her rival so she took as much as she could down her throat while playing with his heavy balls. She liked that her man was grunting more loudly than DS's.

Then Tim called 'Time,' and she groaned as the fat cock slithered out of her mouth. But just a few seconds later, she had the 2nd man's cock. She repeated the same deep-throating and ball-stroking and when Tim called 'Time,' again, she swore the man was within seconds of cumming.

She thought that her jaw would ache after sucking 12 cocks but perhaps they weren't that huge or she had periodic breaks but she felt fine. She didn't have time to think about it as they were led over to the beds.

"OK, the last test is anal. Here are your cards and please use the lube on the table. Oh, Tim, if you could please get their asses ready... you know, maybe fuck each of them for a couple of minutes each so they'd be loosened up?"

Tim went into the room and told the two naked women to kneel on the floor, their chests pressed into the mattresses, their knees spread wide. He thought about swapping their beds but decided it didn't matter... anyhow, the men would assume he did so this would make the challenge tougher. He draped the covers over their heads and upper torsos before preparing their asses. He took the lube and fingered gel into each of their holes. He loved his job. He prepared his cock and went to Stacy first, "Relax. I need to get your ass ready so they don't hurt you. They'll be just shoving their cocks inside you," he said softly. Stacy nodded her understanding.

Stacy never had issues with John or any other man fucking her ass. She got top grades in the Sex Ed class for relaxing her sphincter. Her teacher would use her as an example of the modern woman. "Ooooohhhh, yesss," she moaned as the attendant pushed inside her ass. The man did have a nice cock, fat and curved... and larger than any of the older men. He fucked her for a minute or two before slapping her on the ass and going over to US. She heard Ultimate Stacy let out a long hiss as the man opened her anus up. She too, apparently was able to relax her sphincter easily.

Tim's balls ached but it wouldn't do to cream one of the women so he reluctantly pulled out and grabbed one of the towels and cleaned his throbbing cock. He looked back at the two creamy asses and shook his head before opening the door.

"OK, we'll be checking our their asses and I think it would be better to do a minute each, don't you think?" Steve said. "Two minutes and, well, let's say that Kim will have added tasks," Steve chuckled. "Will and Fred, you're first up. We'll see you in two minutes. Have fun!" he smiled as the men pushed past him eagerly.

Stacy and US both let out pleasured grunts when each man shoved his cock into the tight rectum. They both knew that this would be the final test and both were a lot more aggressive than when fucking their cunnoles or their mouths. The room echoed with the slapping of flesh against flesh when Tim again called, "Time."

Even though Stacy was used to anal sex, her ass was sore by the time the 12th man pulled out. Maybe it was the variety of shapes and sizes or the men's urgency but she was glad when it was over. Tim and Kim helped them clean up and get dressed after the last pair left.

Steve looked at the cards and grinned, "This works out. Jerry and Ed, you both were the only ones with perfect scores. As a reward, you both can enjoy Stacy and Ultimate Stacy tonight in room 4. There are two king beds, a sex swing, and a rack if you're into tying up your partner. Have fun and we'll see you at breakfast."

Stacy stood when the door opened relieved it was over and she'd be able to spend time with John. Two men came in, putting out a hand to each woman.

"I'm Jerry, this is Ed and we're going to have fun tonight." Without another word, both women were led out into the hallway and the next room.

"Wait, I thought it was done. What...?" Stacy shuddered when she saw the wall with shackles, a table shaped like a large X, a swing hanging by chains in the corner, and two king beds.

"You won't find your husband back in your room, He's fucking my wife and most of the others. We won you for the night... you and Ultimate Stacy. Don't worry, we'll be gentle with you," Jerry chuckled.

Stacy heard Ed mutter, "Not!" as she and US were guided into the room. When she heard the lock latch, she knew her opportunity to protest was gone.

Both men went over and swallowed the familiar pills before turning and looking at the beautiful naked women. Ed spoke first, "Since John will be my direct report, I'm going to get to know his wife better if that's OK with you," he smiled.

John was on his back, a 60-year-old woman bouncing on his cock, another woman straddling his face when he heard the bedroom door open. He couldn't see the man but recognized the voice. It was the CEO, Steve Arnold.

"Sophia, when you're done, would you join me in the bar? Oh, and tell John that his wife won't be making it back to their room tonight. She has another engagement."

John wanted to push the women off his face and cock but neither woman was a lightweight. He wanted to scream as he imagined what the CEO meant by 'another engagement.' He had already cum twice and could not get over the powerful drug that allowed him to stay hard for hours. He loved the feeling of his cock sliding into these wet cunnoles but wondered how they would compare to his wife's. He grabbed handfuls of saggy tits hoping the woman on his face would soon cum.

Stacy was on her stomach tied to the X-shaped table while Ed alternated between her ass and cunnole. US was bent over sucking Ed's cock with her ass pushed against Stacy's face. She had no choice but to probe her clone's asshole as she was helpless to move. This was going to be a long night, she thought. Ed wasn't kidding when he added the word 'Not,' when Jerry said they'd be gentle. This man had to have unresolved anger issues.

* * *

It was a long night for both John and Stacy. The older wives were insatiable and he staggered out of Taylor's room in time to shower and get breakfast. Stacy was already in the dining room surrounded by men. She had dark circles under her eyes and her lips looked puffy as if bruised.

Stacy's lips were abused as the two men insisted on cumming in her mouth or in US's cunnole and ordering Stacy to clean the femoid out.. She didn't have a huge appetite even after expending so much energy fucking and sucking as she swallowed gobs of fluids. It also made her wonder if US's lips felt bruised. She saw John come in but was trapped between two men. Her husband looked over before heading to an empty table. He flashed a look of sadness but the way he walked suggested he was as fucked out as she was. At least, they'd be heading home after breakfast and no more free use of her body.

John hated how this week had gone. He wondered if the award and promotion were due to his incredible work or his wife. He always knew Stacy was spectacularly beautiful and men openly or subtly ogled her but he never thought anything like this would happen. It was illogical to assume he got the promotion because the men wanted to fuck his wife... wasn't it? Then, there was the timing. 4 months ago, they never would have known who she was. This was too much to think about. He got his breakfast and sat with a few of the executives.

At first, they stopped whatever conversation they were having but after five minutes, Tim grinned and looked at him, "So, I hear from Jennifer that you got her off 3 times. Amazing. The best I've ever been able to get her off is twice and that was because I went down on her."

John almost choked on his eggs, "Um, sorry. Your wife told you that?"

One of the other men laughed, "All our wives raved about how incredible your stamina was and how many times they came. I'm so glad and we all want to thank you. I mean, had you not been here while we were all fucking your wife and her incredible femoid, we'd be sleeping in the garage for the next week." He nodded at the others who all agreed. "I'd like to invite both of you back next year... you've turned out to be a true asset to the company." He then looked at Stacy who was heading over to refill her plate, "Your wife... fuck! Your wife is amazing... tightest cunnole I've ever felt, orgasmic... super orgasmic, and holy crap, could suck a man dry in minutes."

John was clenching his fists but felt powerless to do or say anything. The 6 men all nodded in agreement and it wasn't as if he didn't already know Stacy had been used by them. Then he listened as they discussed how she and US, apparently Ultimate Stacy was now called US, ate each other out after every man came inside them. John had no idea that Stacy was into women or maybe she liked being able to go down on herself.

He tried to tune out the men and concentrate on eating but it was tough listening to them compare the two women's assets. Who was tighter, had the best ass, tits, clam... It seemed that Stacy was nothing more than a collection of holes put on Earth to pleasure men. It angered him and he distracted himself thinking about the royalties and how soon they could retire and live off them.

Stacy looked over at John's table and felt like fleeing. Her husband was the only one not looking over at her and not at her eyes. She felt she could read their thoughts and none was paternal. All these men could be her father or even grandfather and all had shoved their drug-enhanced cocks in her mouth, vagina, and ass without even asking. Did John know this was going to turn out like this? Did he make a deal to get a promotion in exchange for allowing these old men to use her? She wanted to ask him but she better wait so she didn't sound angry or accusatory... and it wasn't as if she protested, even once. She envisioned the conversation, Sorry, I signed an NDA... fucking NDAs! She turned her attention back to Ed (or was it Larry?) who was stroking her thigh higher up her leg than was publicly appropriate.

Even though both John and Stacy wanted to know what the other had been doing or was being done to them over the past two days they were silent as they packed their things. John was dying to know how many men fucked her, and if they were any good. How was vaginal sex... how were they compared to him? For no logical reason, he calculated the total ages of the men who fucked her came to over 800 years... but then he realized that would be close to the total ages of the women he fucked. But he couldn't even look his wife in the eyes as he just fucked a dozen older women over and over. He unconsciously felt the pills in his pocket wondering how Stacy might react if he took one.

Stacy carefully folded clothes she never had a chance to wear before placing them in her suitcase. She replayed the multitude of hard cocks that she allowed inside her. Why had she not once protested? Even US told the men that she couldn't take any more but then eagerly opened her legs. Then she wondered how many women her husband fucked and if he was grinning the entire time?

The only way they could have been any quieter would have been when they were sleeping, and even then, it might have been louder. All week, both of them had anticipated enjoying each other but both had never felt more sore between their legs. Stacy's clam felt raw, chafed, and bruised. Her ass stung so much she wondered if she were permanently damaged.

John's balls ached painfully, so badly that he had to wear his boxers as loosely as possible. His cock had to be severely bruised as half the women ground their clams against his hard shaft as if attempting to detach it. It would be days before he and Stacy were again intimate and even then, how would it be?

It was a surreal scene when all the couples left to get into their cars. The women were drawn to John ignoring Stacy as they hugged and said their goodbyes. The men all pulled the tall blonde close, their hands stroking her back and ass before heading to their cars.

The drive home was as silent as the room at the lodge and both headed for their private study or office after putting away their things from the trip. At least they slept in the same bed for almost the entire weekend, but nothing more than hugs. A week of almost non-stop fucking, little or no sleep and dozens (hundreds?) of orgasms left both feeling drained.

Monday morning, John finally broke the silence. "Fuck! I'm sorry... really sorry. I never thought that..."

Stacy sat down across from her husband holding her coffee, "Garbage. You thought of nothing but that before we went. I'm sure you knew beforehand that they'd... I guess I knew also and agreed," she shook her head sadly. "I never thought it would go as far as it did, be such a..."

"... marathon fuck session?" John replied softly. "Let's never discuss it. I have questions and I'm sure you do too but I don't think I could take it knowing exactly what you did with those guys," John said while looking down into his cup.

Stacy nodded, "Let's get back to our lives. I saw another $800 thousand deposited in our account."

John looked up, "Seriously? That puts us at $1.4 million?"

Stacy shook her head, "$1.5 but brace yourself, I figure we'll be paying over $500 K in taxes."

John grinned, "You're thinking so middle class. The tax rate for those making over a million a year is a flat 5%. We'll be fine. When did the deposit come in?"

"Thursday. I didn't expect a deposit for another two weeks. They've been monthly but this was just 2 weeks after the $600,000 deposit. I wonder if there will be another in a couple of weeks... this is exciting. In a couple of months, we could retire and go somewhere."

John nodded, smiling as he finally looked at his beautiful wife. "I said we'd never talk about this past week, but I missed you. I thought about you the..." he trailed off.

"... the entire time you were fucking another woman," Stacy finished, "I'll bet you were thrilled to be with hairless women... and having actual vaginal sex."

John shook his head, "Your hair was one of the things I missed most. I love how it tickles my face, my neck..."

"... your stomach, your thighs, your cock..." she grinned.

John laughed, "And that. Exactly that, but I also love how it frames your face and makes your blue eyes seem even bluer."

Stacy got up, came around the table, and hugged her husband for the first time in days. "I love you so much. Let's both quit our jobs and make a go of it with the royalties," she said.

John sighed, "Tempting, very tempting but I get nervous whenever the DOW gets near a milestone. Remember how it hit 90,000 before plummeting back to 78,000? It's at 99,932 as of last Friday's close. I fear cashing out now will be a mistake."

Stacy sighed, "OK, but dreading Brockington today." She stopped before saying more, "I mean, he's probably left all the work for me to do."

John nodded. "I don't want to know but I want to..." he groaned, "I can't stop wondering, imagining you and..."

Stacy looked at the time and shook her head, "We'll get past this. A few more months." She put her coffee cup in the sink, "I need to get going."

John stood and hugged his wife before they headed to their respective jobs.

Stacy's routine commute was broken by a strange sight. She saw two women with what she assumed were wigs. Long, golden blonde wigs. Both were on the street with smug looks on their faces as they strode proudly.

Stacy got off the elevator and stopped. Lexi was sitting at her desk arranging a pair of framed pictures. "Um, hey Lexi. I'm back this week..."

The previous admin stood and shook her head, "Brockington is pissed. All your crap is up on the 82nd floor. Walter Atkins came down last Wednesday looking for you. He told Mr. Brockington that you're being reassigned. You're Atkins' admin now," she said bitterly.

"Lexi..." Stacy started to say.

"Stow it. I don't want to hear it anymore than the men here want to hear anything you say... unless it's, 'fuck me, please fuck me.' Now, leave before I say something I might regret."

Stacy stepped back in shock. Was that what the women at her company thought her only value was? She fought back tears as she numbly strode to the bank of elevators. As she waited for one, she turned to Lexi, "You can think the worst of me but I never asked for any of this." She glared at the woman before stepping into the elevator and pressing 82.

When the elevator door opened, Stacy gasped. She thought going from the lower levels to the management floor was an upgrade. This was on a whole other level. The walnut-paneled walls were lined with what looked like original works of art. There were tall ficus trees in the corners and it smelled like money. Were the fixtures brass or gold... they looked to be gold. A beautiful tall woman stood from behind the huge desk and scowled.

"You must be Stacy. Figures. Mr. Atkins must have a new fetish," she said bitterly, glaring at her long blonde tresses. Before Stacy could think of something to say, the woman continued, "I have all the creds you'll need to access Mr. Atkins' mail, schedule, and all other things right here. I'm sure if you are being assigned to the CEO, you already know everything." She picked up a box and pushed by the stunned blonde. After pressing the down button, the woman said without turning, "If you have questions, just fuck off and deal with them" she said quietly before stepping into the cab.

Stacy's jaw dropped as the doors closed on the woman. "Sorry. Emylyn was not one to make a good first impression," an older man's voice said.

Stacy turned and saw the gentleman who had stopped her and Mr. Brockington the other night. "Um, I'm... I never applied..." she sputtered.

Walter Atkins chuckled, "No, no, you didn't Do you want to be my Admin? I didn't ask but I figured you'd like a promotion. Does an additional $100,000 interest you? Plus, I'm not a tough guy to work for."

Stacy looked at the older man and wondered if he'd demand the same benefits that Mr. Brockington did. She nodded, "Sorry. This is just strange. A few months ago, I was down in the hive on the phones. Now I'm..." She looked around at the plush surroundings.

Walter chuckled, "I can imagine. I'll tell you what. Go home, paid, of course, and talk it over with your husband. John, is it? I'm not going to kidnap you or force you to do anything you don't want to do."

Stacy shook her head and put her purse on the desk, "No. No, I'm fine. If working here has taught me anything, it's to learn to adapt."

Walter's smile was genuine, "Good. I'm glad. When I met you outside the other day, you impressed me with your poise. I'm sorry for my colleagues. They... never mind. Let's get you settled. Get your stuff put away and come into my office. I'll clear my next couple of hours since Emylyn didn't exactly do a knowledge transfer."

Stacy felt her stomach tighten when the man left the outer office and she was alone. Her ass and clam still ached from the non-stop fucking over the past week. It was funny... OK, not funny, but strange that John complained of the same thing. Not his ass but his cock was painfully bruised and he said it felt as if people took turns kicking him in the balls. Now Walter Atkin will expect her to what? Suck his cock? Bend over his desk so he can fuck her ass?" She looked at the boxes of her crap and sighed. She decided not to put off the inevitable and knocked softly on the CEO's door.

Walter Atkins stood as the beautiful blonde came in. His colleagues teased him about grabbing the hottest women in the corporation, but that wasn't why he did it. James Brockington's department had fewer issues, better efficiency, and higher employee satisfaction after Stacy Smith took over as his EA. His queries returned much the same theme, Stacy made sure every email, every call, and every contact was followed up on and often went out of her way to seek assistance from other departments. He suspected she had been hired for other reasons and could understand those reasons. "Come in, sit. Coffee?" he asked as he went over to the cadenza.

Stacy laughed, "Isn't that my job? I mean..."

Walter shook his head, "There are too many other things I need you to do. I'm a grown man. I'll be getting my own coffee. Black? Cream... sugar?" he asked.

"Black, please," Stacy said nervously. What other things? She accepted the cup and after Mr. Atkins reseated himself behind his desk, she took the comfortable padded chair in front.

"Relax. I'm not going to eat you," Walter smiled, "There are myriad things I require of you. First, I'll need you to screen all calls, emails, etc... you get the drift. I'll need you to manage my calendar." He went on to list various tasks and Stacy jotted all of them down on her tablet. She waited for any of the various euphemisms for sex, 'Stress relief,' or 'take a break,' or 'put my feet up,' or other innocent-sounding phrases that inevitably ended up with Stacy taking a load of cum in her ass or her mouth.

Walter finished and sat back, "I know it's a lot but can you handle all this?" he asked.

Stacy nodded, "I'm sure I can...." She looked uncertain.

Walter leaned forward, "Don't say anything if it makes you uncomfortable but were there certain tasks... chores that you were required..."

Stacy shook her head, "Sir. It would be inappropriate to reveal or discuss what... we..."

Walter stopped the girl, "Relax. I'm not asking you to air anyone's dirty laundry but I'm not oblivious to how the women here are treated. Let's just say that while you are my Admin you will never be asked to do anything not in the basic job description. Do I make myself clear?" He thought back to the angry looks on Bill's and Jack's faces when he told them he was promoting Stacy but simply as his Admin. They both said it was a waste of company resources and could be used to close deals, assist in mergers and acquisitions, and mollify disgruntled employees. "After all," Bill pointed out, "she must realize the #1 selling sexbot is modeled after her... not just her body but her obvious sex drive. I heard all the moans, groans, and orgasmic cries were recorded."

Stacy's eyes teared up. "Really? I can't say anything but I'd like to be appreciated for the work I do and not..." she blushed.

Walter nodded, "I know. I'm sure when you went to DewMe you never thought anyone would ever find out," he sighed, "Strange how things turn out. Do you have what you need? I freed up the entire two hours and we have another 30 minutes if you have questions," he smiled.

"No, I'm good. I'll leave you and get settled. I'll let you know what you have for the rest of the day," she stood up. "I want to thank you," she turned back to look at the man.

Walter smiled and nodded. He was happily married and even though his wife thought he could use the periodic distractions from the stress of running a company, he wasn't about to take advantage of a girl half his age. He knew from the conversations in the hallways and at lunch that all the other execs used their Admins for periodic relief... often even traveling with them. 'What has the world come to?' he wondered. His daughter worked over at McLandry's and when he gently broached the subject, he gently slapped his arm. "Daddy! You know I cannot talk about work and even if my boss wants to let off stress periodically, it's not hurting anyone."

Stacy found the man to be true to his word, though she was often approached by other men on the same floor. Nothing overt but she would never have to brown bag it anymore (She wondered where that phrase came from. She had a cloth cooler that kept her food fresh... it wasn't brown) if she were to take the men up on their offers. Some even offered to give her a ride back to her apartment in their stretch hover-limos and perhaps dinner on the way.

She also found something else. Along with the welcome deposit from the sales of Ultimate Stacy, there was another, albeit smaller deposit. She called her contact at DewMe and was told that the new line of blonde wigs based on Stacy's head of hair was selling like hotcakes (Another curious anachronism, hotcakes. She was determined to find out what they were). She'd seen many women with her long blonde tresses but assumed they were simply copies and not exact duplicates.

* * *

John was in his new office when Steve Arnold peered in, "John, next month we're booking the Maverick again. 21st to the 28th. We'd like you and your wife to join us. Not sure if she can get away but we enjoyed having you both last time."

John chuckled, "You mean, you want Stacy to go."

Steve shook his head, "Yes and no. Lexi asked if you were going this time. I think you made a strong impression on the wives. Anyhow, it's been a half year and we have it booked every 6 months... love to have you both, really"

John looked at the calendar, had it been 6 months? "I'll ask Stacy but it's tough for her to get away. She's Admin to the CEO now," he said. He didn't want to say what he hoped... that Stacy wouldn't be available. They never talked about the week except for brief references but what if she loved getting gangbanged? More than once, he wished she had never gone to DewMe. She had never signed that deal. Sure, their savings were in the millions but they weren't touching any of it until they had enough to get away. John looked at Steve who was still there, "I'm sure if we can, we'll be there. We both enjoyed it."

"Fingers crossed. I enjoyed that week more than any of the other times we all went. I shouldn't say this but you scored big time when you met Stacy. She's an amazing woman," Steve said. "Well, I'll let you get back to your work. Talk to your wife and let me know so I know how many rooms to book."

John looked thoughtfully at the man's back as he left. Multiple times over the past 6 months, Stacy had gone on trips with her CEO. He never asked, never wanted to know but were there visits to places like the Maverick? His stomach hurt whenever he thought about it. Of course, he's fucking her. Maybe not in a Faraday room but there would be hotel rooms. He'd be a fool not to but Stacy never once indicated anything was happening.

That night, John mentioned the invite to Maverick Ranch. He studied her face hoping she didn't look excited about the prospects and was relieved when she frowned.

"Do we have to?" she quickly responded, "I mean... I didn't... did you like it? Getting to screw all those women?"

John smiled with relief as he shook his head, "At first, it was great but... I don't want to ever do that again," he said. "Also, I never want to see the men leering at you and leading you out somewhere so they can..."

"... fuck the shit out of me?" Stacy sighed, "I felt the same way. I hated how those women were all over you, and what might have been enjoyable was a literal pain in the ass," she said softly. "I'll find something at work. I'm sure Mr. Atkins can't spare me that week."

A week later, both were on their tablets at breakfast. John looked up from his, "We reached our goal," he smiled, "$22 million, you can retire... we can retire and move to Wyoming or Alaska or someplace." He looked across the table at his wife. She wasn't smiling, she looked thoughtful. "You no longer want to retire?"

Stacy shook her head, "No... I do, but... Hell! I like my job. I like working for Mr. Atkins. He's a good man."

John never asked if she were giving her boss periodic relief as she always said the same thing. He looked curiously at her and asked, "Please don't tell me that you've..."

Stacy laughed, "Tell you what? No, that's absurd. I cannot tell you anything and I appreciate that you never asked but my daily tasks don't involve... the same things that Mr. Brockington had me doing. And, what your bosses had me doing at Maverick Ranch. OK, I already said a lot more than I'm allowed to."

John looked shocked. He just assumed that all men took advantage of their EAs, especially those higher on the org chart. That the CEO was strictly business had to be miraculous. No wonder Stacy stopped asking where they stood financially.

"I saw a listing over at Clinton Towers. Over 2,000 square feet, underground parking, and an open space across the street. Only $55,000 per month," she said softly. We could have an office, a dining room, and even a bedroom."

John smiled, "I've been admiring that place. OK, let's go look at it. Since we're on the subject, I saw a listing for a used Audi H8. Very few miles and half what new ones go for," he said uncertainly.

Stacy chuckled, "We have the money. Let's do it. The Kia is pretty much worn out. I like my job and I think you like yours. Do we still need to go off the grid?"

"I guess not. I am a lot happier with my position. And you also seem a lot happier. Who would have thought just a year ago that we'd have the means to retire yet not the desire? And, outside of work, I've seen you get a lot less attention. I estimate a good 10% of the women out there are wearing your hair now so you no longer stand out."

Stacy noticed the same thing. Thousands, maybe millions of women were wearing wigs now... and not just any color wig. They were at least 90% long straight blonde hair, exactly like Stacy's. She wasn't about to complain as they were getting royalties from the sales, she was no longer approached by strange men, and she felt a bit more anonymous. She wanted to tell John that her boss was a perfect gentleman, never once suggesting anything sexual... unlike every other white male on the upper floors.

She thought about telling Walter as he'd put a stop to it but being propositioned was so much a part of her life she wondered how it would feel to be left alone. Then she stifled a smile as she considered some of the offers. She could have easily come up with the money for a new Audi H8 had she accepted just half of them. She sighed, "Let's look at the apartment."

Later that week, Stacy was at her desk outside Walter's office when she saw Derek Moore and Jack Lawson turn the corner. She stood as they approached preparing to explain that Mr. Atkins was in a meeting, but their eyes were on hers.

"Ms. Smith?" Derek asked. "Do you have a few minutes to talk?"

Stacy's stomach lurched. Was she in trouble? What was the issue? Both men were in HR, and both managed teams that dealt with issues, rarely getting involved themselves. "Um," she looked at her screen, "I do. What did I do?" she asked nervously.

Jack chuckled, "Sorry. My friend here is always serious. You've done nothing, at least nothing requiring anything like this. No, we want to hear about your job working for James Brockington," he said. He looked over to the chairs by the window, "Can we sit?"

Stacy nodded and followed the men over. She was prepared to ignore being ogled, but neither man looked anywhere but at her face. She sat gingerly, careful not to flash them but as she was allowed to dress more casually, more comfortably, and wear undergarments there was little to do. "OK, so I'm not in trouble, what can I do for you?" she asked. "It feels like being called into the principal's office," she tried to smile.

Derek smiled back, "We get that a lot." He opened his tablet and swept his finger across it before handing it to Stacy. "Do you know this man?"

Stacy's stomach lurched again as she saw the tall blond man she'd been told to fuck. Daryl Michaels. She nodded and then handed back the tablet, "Daryl Michaels. He is the account rep for a telecommunications vendor. Not sure which one. I met him once... for dinner," she said. She was praying they wouldn't ask if it were just dinner or if there was more. She signed NDAs, but those applied to revealing any information outside of the building, not inside.

"Dinner and...?" Jack asked. "Please, again. You are not in trouble. We want to know what was discussed at dinner, promises made, commitments... you know, those types of things. Please be completely honest with us. It will really help the company."

Stacy looked at her hands, "There was more than dinner. Mr. Brockington told me to..." She looked embarrassed.

"What did he tell you to do?" Jack asked softly. "Like I said, you are not in trouble. We just want to confirm what Mr. Drake is claiming."

Stacy sighed, "Mr. Brockington told me to make Daryl happy... sexually. He left us alone in the back room of the restaurant... do I have to go into details?" she pleaded.

Derek shook his head, "Just tell us what James told you to do and what Mr. Drake did with you... to you."

"Mr. Brockington told me to please him, the same way he used me in his office. I had to suck his cock before letting him fuck my ass. Then, when he was done he told me I was going to be part of the quarterly review of the contract at a club... The Granite Club where he'd want more than my ass and mouth," she blushed. "I hate telling anyone these things. I feel like such a whore," she said as tears welled in her eyes.

Jack pulled a pack of tissues from his pocket and handed them to the beautiful blonde. "You might feel that way but from what we've discovered, it wasn't by choice," he said softly. "When was the last time you talked to Mr. Brockington?" he asked.

Stacy was surprised at the change in the conversation but thought back, "Three weeks ago... I think, in the cafeteria. He mentioned he was getting together with Daryl and asked me to join them."

"Did he say why?" Derek asked.

Stacy nodded, "The quarterly review with the telecom company. He wasn't explicit but he told me my being there would save the company millions of dollars."

Derek and Jack looked at each other and Jack nodded. "OK, I think we heard enough. Daryl Michaels is suing the company for breach of contract. He named James Brockington and you. He is suing us for $10 million for failure to deliver on promises made. I'm guessing one of those promises was...?"

Stacy nodded, "I was supposed to be sneaked in the back door of the Granite Club, where, I was told, are Faraday rooms. You can guess for what," she said softly. "But how can he sue? Wouldn't it be his word against Mr. Brockington's? Couldn't the company say that these were undocumented negotiations, so we're not contractually obligated to fulfill... certain promises made?"

"Normally, yes. But your idiot boss holo-taped the entire encounter. On top of that, Mr. Drake has an audio recording of the entire evening. Perhaps, we could have argued his claims had been falsified, but with two recordings corroborating each other..." Derek sighed.

Stacy gasped, "Wait. Am I on tape? You've seen...?"

The men nodded, "We've seen, as have the legal staff. I'm afraid this tape will also be put into evidence if it comes to a trial."

Stacy put her head in her hands. She wanted to melt into the floor and disappear. She looked up, "Please tell me my husband will never find out, this would kill him."

The men looked at each other, "I don't see why he would find out. If this were to go to trial, we'd ask for closed proceedings so no one but the necessary few would see it," Jack said. "Look. I suspect you've gone through a lot in the past 6 months, and I feel for you. But from what I've seen, you're tough. We investigated why you never succumbed to societal pressure to shave your head, and," he looked at his partner, "I'm sorry about your mother. Then, you were offered a modeling opportunity and must have been shocked to see they cloned you... not just your various assets," he said, finally looking at her figure.

Derek added, "We checked your performance reviews and we're impressed, so I can see how you've had to overcome certain expectations," he said as he checked out her figure. She wasn't dressed nearly as provocatively as many of the women in the company, but there was no hiding her curves. "Look, I know reliving this makes you uncomfortable, and that's exactly why we're coming to you. There have been 22 complaints from the Customer Relations group concerning your former boss. We suspect these 22 are the tip of the iceberg. Interestingly, there was not a single complaint issued during your tenure as his Admin, but there were quite a few before you were hired on and more soon after you left," he said with a curious look at the woman.

Stacy felt the unsaid question, 'Were you that good at sexually gratifying him? Did you make yourself available every day? Or, were you just that good?' She didn't know and didn't say anything.

Derek stood, followed by Jack. "I guess that's all we have for now, but rest assured that James Brockington is being escorted out. I know that doesn't change the past and how you were treated, but at least you won't see him in the halls or the cafeteria. Plus, you're off the hook to do the quarterly reviews with Mr. Drake," he finished.

"Unless you want to," Jack smiled. "Kidding... though it might make him drop his lawsuit."

"He's joking," Derek said, "Let's go. Thank you for your time, Ms. Smith."

"Wait," Stacy said, "It's Stacy... um, I signed NDAs and I'm not allowed to ever say anything outside of here, but in the off chance this gets out, I'd like John to know beforehand. Can I tell him about..."

"Tell him about James Brockington and Mr. Drake?" Derek asked. He looked at Jack, and they both shrugged and looked back, "Let me ask you this, would this put our company at risk, I mean, would your husband want to sue?"

Stacy shook her head, "No. I am 100% sure he'd be unhappy, but he knows how the world works. It's giving me ulcers keeping things from him."

Derek nodded, "I get it. Everything that goes on here stays here, but sometimes... go for it. I'd prefer that you not get ulcers." He looked past her at the CEO's door, "Can I ask...?"

Stacy smiled, "The man is like my grandfather, never a hint of anything, he's strictly business."

"Good. I've always admired him. Again, thank you for your time, Stacy."

Stacy felt relief wash through her. She wasn't sure if it were that Mr. Brockington was gone, that she would never be called upon for 'quarterly reviews,' or that she could tell John everything, but she felt as if a weight were pulled off her shoulders.

That night, she poured John his favorite drink and sat him down. He sat and listened, periodically expressing his emotions on his face but saying nothing until she was done. He smiled when she told him Mr. Atkins was all business and would never ask her to do anything. He smiled even more when he heard that James Brockington was escorted out of the building.

When she was done, she studied her husband's face, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't tell him to fuck off. I could have found another job somewhere else," she sighed. "I hope you aren't disappointed in me. I never wanted to violate our vows, but I felt at the time like I had no choice."

John shook his head, "It's the same where I work. My first talk with Sarah, I just finished giving her my expectations, and she asked, 'And?' I asked her, '... and what?' She was blunt when she told me, 'My last two managers both expected daily blowjobs or for me to bend over the desk. Which do you prefer? Or do you want both?' That's what she said, almost as if she were asking how I like my coffee," John sputtered. "When I told her neither, she shook her head and said, 'I've heard that before. Just say the word when you change your mind. My husband told me to do what it takes to keep this job, so you don't need to worry about that.'"

Stacy shook her head, "She's right. Give any man power over his reports and he'll 'leverage his asset.' I'm surprised you haven't been tempted, Sarah's really quite cute," she smiled. "She was letting the hair on her head grow, the last time I saw her. I know you love redheads."

John chuckled, "Oh, trust me. I've been tempted, but I know what I have at home."

Stacy stood, took his hand, "Speaking of what you have at home, it's been at least 24 hours since I've leveraged your cock."

John might have been jealous that Stacy gave herself to her boss and a vendor, but he was hard as a rock by the time he stripped off his clothes.

Stacy was right behind him, happy to see his cock pointing at the ceiling. 'Is he excited to see me naked? To have sex? Or, did hearing about other men using my body excite him?' she wondered. 'One way to tell, if we do the usual 69 followed by me on my hands and knees,' she thought. 'Or, if he asks me to suck him hard and then bends me over.' She was surprised when John kissed his way down her body, spending more time than he normally did with his tongue pleasuring her clam. At first, she lay back waiting for John to get her aroused enough to enjoy being flipped over for anal, but he showed no sign of letting up. He wanted her to cum. This wasn't rare, but it was far from the norm.

John fingered his wife's clam wondering how many cocks had been where his finger was since they had their one night together. He hated thinking about it, hated how it sent more blood into his cock. Why would the thought of his wife being unfaithful excite him, while also causing an ache in his stomach?

Stacy was getting closer to cumming and held her husband's face between her legs. She was grateful to Mr. Atkins that he wasn't interested in using her body for 'stress relief' as James Brockington called it. The disgust she initially felt being used was suddenly arousing. As John nibbled her clit, she gripped his head harder as she thrust her pelvis against him and let out a deep groan.

John rode out his wife's orgasm and thought about continuing to get her off again, but his wife had other ideas. Stacy pulled on top of her, kissing him while stroking his cock. She moaned into his mouth as she guided his cock into her ass.

As she adapted to his fat cock, she panted into his ear, "Yours... yours and no one else's ever again. I love you so much and never want to share you or be shared as long as we're together."

That night, they held each other tightly even while in a deep sleep.

* * *

"Stacy, can you come in here?" Mr. Atkins said over the holophone.

Stacy picked up her tablet and went into Walter Atkin's office. She hoped it was nothing that she did... or that he wanted her to do. Even though she felt that she was doing a good job and he had never intimated he wanted anything more from her, her stomach always tightened whenever she was summoned. Perhaps it was due to being summoned into Mr. Brockington's office on a regular basis.

"Sir?" she asked as she sat across from him. 'OK, so it isn't sex.' He didn't look at the open vee in her dress or at her legs.

"I need you to gather what you can from your notes from when you worked for Brockington. All his projects... budget forecasts, you get the picture. We're vetting the candidates for his replacement, and the board would like your input. Are you comfortable with that?" he asked.

"Of course, I have everything still in the cloud. When...?"

"3. We're meeting in the Redwoods Room. Thanks," Walter smiled at the woman. Ever since John Brockington was let go, they had other directors try to pick up the slack, but he had 12 managers with over 490 reports, and much of what he handled... or mishandled was in his head. They were shocked to see how little was in his folders or on his tablet. Hopefully, Stacy will be able to fill in any gaps in the various, and numerous projects and programs the man was working on.

Mr. Atkins had a previous meeting so Stacy headed down the hall to the well-appointed Redwoods Conference Room. She was 5 minutes early and was surprised the entire board was already there. As if on cue, every man there took their seats leaving the one open seat at the foot of the long redwood table. Stacy stepped back against the wall, holding her tablet assuming that they would ask her questions periodically. Then, she saw all of them looking at her expectantly. This was unlike the ogling she was used to as every man there was looking directly into her eyes.

"Please, Ms. Smith, sit." He swept a hand toward the seat at the other end of the long table. "Relax, we're anxious to hear what you have for us concerning James Brockington's projects," Mr. Atkins said with a smile.

Stacy's nervousness receded as she fielded the questions from the board. It became easier, almost conversational as she was able to answer each of their questions, rarely needing to check her tablet. They asked about ongoing contracts, projects in the works, costs, depreciation, lifecycle management, security, and staffing. Stacy soon was in a groove going through the numbers and where there might be potential pitfalls. She avoided criticizing her former boss but intimated the bees in the hive were underutilized and underpaid. She suggested they could have expanded responsibilities and with training could be more effective in resolving issues while increasing customer satisfaction.

When they asked her budgetary questions, she responded with the data she knew, how many billions were invested in storage, or who was giving the better support for the service contracts. Again, she was able to give the numbers quickly, only 2 or 3 times having to scroll through her notes to get exact data.

When she was done, she found she was feeling exhilarated as if being able to use her mind was stimulating. Outside of the initial and follow-up questions, the men were mostly silent and listening intently to every word. She was sitting forward waiting for another question when Walter Atkins leaned back and smiled.

"Gentlemen, it looks like I'm going to be losing the best Admin I've ever had. Do you all agree?"

Stacy jerked up in her seat. They were letting her go? Firing her? Her head swirled with numbers as she added up the various accounts they had and if they could afford to stay where they were. Her attention was brought back to the room when the room echoed with the murmur of affirming voices. "I'm sorry, what?" she said, trying the keep the sound of disappointment out of her voice.

"Stacy, we'd like you to take over as Director of Operations. None of the candidates we interviewed showed as much grasp of the various aspects of the department or an understanding of the breadth and complexity of the role. I know this is a surprise and we ambushed you, but last week I put your name forward, and... well, this was an interview. Would you like the job?" he asked.

Stacy wanted to say she needed to think about it, wanted to act cool but failed miserably, "Sure... yes! I'd love to take this on," she grinned.

All the men stood and came over, hands outstretched. As she shook each of their hands, she recalled how all except Mr. Atkins had either subtly or overtly propositioned her in the past. But now, none acted as if she were anything but a valued business asset. Soon, she was left with Mr. Atkins who was sitting and smiling at her.

"I'm torn. It wasn't hyperbole when I said you were the best Admin I've had. But that your abilities and brains have been untapped is criminal. Congratulations and welcome to management. I'll give you the number of my antacid supplier," he chuckled.,

"Mr. Atkins, thank you. I can't say I'm thrilled to be leaving the desk outside your office, but..."

"Walter. I think you can call me Walter. In time, we'll work together again. I can see you being on the board, perhaps sooner than later." He stood and came around. He put out his hand to shake hers but as soon as their hands touched, Stacy pulled him into a tight hug. He held her with a feeling of pride. He knew that she was going to be on the board someday and maybe take his job. That thought made his heart swell.

* * *

A year later, John and Stacy were sitting on the balcony of their condo looking out at the tops of the trees in the park behind them. They figured that the large tree in the eastern corner was the one where John first spied Stacy's golden hair, and when this became available, they jumped on it. John had been promoted to Senior Director and had an EA of his own. Both he and Stacy went on trips, she with her Admin, Emily, and he with his beautiful EA. They never talked about it, never discussed the potential opportunities, but for no logical reason, just knew that they were true to each other.

Their pay covered their basic expenses, so they rarely touched their growing investments, but last they checked their DewMe royalties amassed over $95 million. They had thought the stream would dry up after the new administration rescinded the Comey Act and other restrictions on women's rights. That was one of the reasons neither wanted to quit their jobs. They both assumed that once the US got with the rest of the world, the demand for a Femoid would ebb rapidly, but that was not the case. The sexbots were often seen on the streets doing errands, shopping, making deliveries, and performing other tasks. There were even companies with Ultimate Stacys who did commercial cleaning... Raw Cleaning, it was called. The net result was a continued stream of royalties coming into John and Stacy's bank accounts.

Recreational vaginal sex was now legal yet most couples were slow to convert from anal to vaginal. The one demographic that embraced vaginal sex was the college-age crowd. Anal sex was spurned, calling it codger-coupling. On the other hand, even though condoms were now legally available, few wanted to ruin the experience by using them.

Stacy sighed contentedly as she looked out at the tops of the trees. She sat forward when she heard chirping. She jumped up and rushed to her dresser, coming back with her binoculars. "Holy shit," she murmured, "A robin. Two robins and three eggs. John, check out the branch on the far side of the skinny maple," she grinned as she handed him the glasses.

John scanned the trees and then he saw it. A round nest with two robins. As they swapped positions he saw the aqua-colored eggs, "My God! I read that the robin was almost extinct." He handed the binoculars to his wife, "It feels like a new world. Maybe things are getting better after all."