SAFEHAVEN Ep. 030: sEX KITTEN

DIVADROID: TAMARA KOLE

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"Careful of Chelsea's cat. If Cockpit gets out, my girl will dump me."

Wellington Edward Russo unlocked his girlfriend's apartment. Easing the door open enough to reach in with his foot to block a flight response he found no signs of any feline fiasco. Leading his buddy Chandler and new friend Tamara Koleman, really Kole but she had to adopt a new ID. MAAAAN seemed to fit her dilemma, she loved her true name. She knew the difference even if others didn't. Tamara Christine Kole died last week, but a soul in her mind lived on within her brain patterns. That subtle addition of man to her name only affirmed how much she loved men. That porn star position with Chandler's dad sounded better all the time.

"I don't even see her cat." Chandler Cox looked around in the obvious places. "Maybe we freaked him out showing up here without Chelsea being home."

"How? I feed her cat and hang out here more than I do at my parents. I live with a lint roller in my car. Speaking of... it is time to fill his belly. Mine too! Seeing as you get to enjoy a five-star restaurant, I guess I'm raiding the refrigerator."

"Chelsea has a nice apartment." Tamara looked around at newer furnishings. "She has good taste. I love the statues."

"She made those. She flies to Greece a lot, so she fell in love with the art over there. Notice they all have dicks." Swell busted up over his insight.

"Sad when they're bigger than yours." Chandler chuckled! "I think that's why Chelsea had me model for her."

"Don't listen to him he's full of shit. You felt my big boy."

"Yes, I did!" Unremarkable! No reason to put him down though, a sly smirk toward Chandler was enough to alert him to her thoughts on it. "Lead me to a shower and then you guys can decide on a few options for clothing I can borrow."

"I could use a shower too." Chandler winked at her. "After all that sex and still feeling sea salt in my pores I need hydration."

""I'll make sandwiches for all of us. You two get to know each other better. Man, where is Cockpit?"

"Between my legs." Tamara laughed, "Sorry! I couldn't resist. I get why Chelsea named her cat that, but it is sexually attractive."

Cat is a pussy. She has a point." Chandler mused! "He's probably under Chelsea's bed hiding. You break out cat food he'll come running. Come on Tam the bathroom is this way."

"Turkey and cheese on white bread is all I can offer." Wellington opened the fridge to check on provisions.

"That works!" She took Chandler by his trunks and made him follow her. X-ray vision had already given her the layout of the apartment. Including a nanny cam hidden inside a teddy bear. She had to grin over that. Either Chelsea Burden didn't trust her man, or he didn't trust her. Either way a simple pulse made the cameras sensor go off. Nope! Not today spy kids!

Entering the bathroom to find a larger than normal glassed in shower Tamara was giddy. Room to breathe! Even if she was going to share it. Opening the door while Chandler ditched his shoes and trunks, she removed his borrowed t-shirt and tossed it. Water on and steam building they stepped in together and enjoyed the cascade.

In Tamara's case like many of her fellow androids the seduction modes were amplified due to the mischief of one super-genius Jared Temple. They had no choice but to endure the sensations. Luckily, for Tamara she was receptive long before the tinkering. The more sensation the more human she felt. In her dire entrapment that meant everything. Knowing you were forever a cold machine these privileges were important in order to maintain any semblance of sanity.

Chandler was first to grab the soap and voluntarily offered to bathe her. Allowing it she ran both hands through her blonde hair and gave him free reign over her magnificent body. While sex was already on her mind, she knew time was precious in order to shop, get ready for dinner, and meet his sister Suki for a place to live. There would be time later if she kept Chandler on a leash. Telling him not to be clingy toward her she almost felt that about herself in the moment. Slowing down was probably in her best interest. He was adorable and hurting him the first day was not something she wanted. Nor did she feel like abusing him with mind control like she did at the beach with their voyeurs. Talk was the best bet.

"You have gentle hands."

"You didn't think that when I was choking you at the beach."

"I love being choked. Listen! If you and I are going to date, I want you to stop being sweet. I like it rough and hard most days. Not to say sensual is bad, it's not. I'm growing fond of you Chandler I just need us to find an equal ground."

"I'm up for anything. If I'm being honest here, you're the hottest girl I've ever been with. Sure, I'd like to see where things go, hopefully you will stick around a while."

"No where else to go right now. If your sister hooks me up and I find employment that keeps my interest I don't see any reason to jump ship. I guess everything depends on what your family thinks of me once my hero aspect wears thin. It concerns me doing porn with your dad because I don't want your mom or Suki to look down on me for it. If I do any movies, it's solely for monetary reasons."

"I call bullshit!" He chuckled! "You said it yourself you're a nympho. Being a porn star is only profitable if you're a good actress as much as good in bed. I've learned a lot from my dad as a director. Girls think it's big money but only ten percent earn even a half million a year."

"I can live on that. I suppose I just don't want any job that requires me to punch a clock or wait on payday. Sounds like a hooker but I swear I'm not. I've never once in my life sold myself for sex." No reason to, she was always willing to hop on a big dick.

"That's good to know. Dad knows some legit escort services that pay cash for discreet jobs. I didn't want to start you down that road and make you feel uncomfortable."

"I'm up for that. Baby steps, I think. Let me meet your parents and let them get to know me. I don't want to come across like I'm using you."

"You saved my life. That can't make you selfish in my mind. Who fights off a shark only to rob her rescue blind."

"True! I couldn't let you or anyone for that matter die if I knew I could be of help."

"What exactly made you take that chance? You could have drowned or worse yourself." He turned her around to wash her backside.

"I have lifeguard experience. I'm from North Carolina originally." That part was true until OASIIS stole her life. Her own family was told that she was dead. Fuckers were merciless! That would have been a prolonged fact had it not been for Colonel Simon Campos and the androids they stole from the military. "I dated a deep-sea diver, so I knew how to deal with sharks." Fucked one in college! Met at a night club. One night stand! If anyone was a shark it was him. The closest she got to water that night was a hotel swimming pool. He did eat her alive that night. Moby Dick for darn sure! Fond memories!

"Cool! Lucky me then. Want me to wash your hair?"

"Sure! We don't have a lot of time though so let's save sex in the shower for another time. Trust me I'm wanting you to shove me into the tile here and hit me hard. But between shopping and... "Regardless she read his mind, and the imagery was pretty potent. She almost changed her mind.

"I get it!" He cut her off and used shampoo on her hair building a nice lather. Technically her hair would have remained silky soft and easily managed on its own. The androids were all self-sufficient in upkeep. This shower was just to look human and replenish her interior reservoir. The scalp massage was orgasmic all by itself, however. "Do you really play guitar and drums?" He had to change the subject or take her.

"Not to toot my own horn but I can play keyboard, bass, even a trombone. I come from a very musical family." Again fabricated! Her parents were into dentistry and the secretarial pool. It paid for college. As an android with infinite knowledge, she could dismantle a nuke in flight with her eyes closed. Playing instruments and understanding music was a no-brainer.

"That's pretty incredible. Not many people are that talented."

"I'll prove it when we go see Suki later. I can see the doubt in your face. That is if they don't object to a stranger playing their instruments."

"Spunk and Pistol will. I guarantee they'll challenge you once they hear that you can play. If anything for a good laugh. I hope you make them eat their egos."

"Guaranteed!" She rinsed her hair and turned to face him. Throwing her arms around his neckline she stared deeply into his eyes. "I look forward to proving to your family that I'm a good person."

"Mom already likes you."

"Only because I saved your life."

"Mom doesn't like any girl I bring home. You might be the first."

"And your dad?"

"Will want to fuck you silly."

"Oh, boy! Let me guess he interviews the new girls horizontally."

"Or vertically, like this." He picked her up and guided her to that tile wall. "Three minutes in paradise?"

"Make it five!" She kissed him on the lips as he strategically penetrated her cunt without much struggle. Once inside her she tightened her pussy up just to increase his pleasure as much as hers. Warm and constrictive gave him a sense of power. Moaning into his mouth led to a visitor. Two at that! In the bathroom doorway stood Wellington chewing his sandwich. At his feet circling them was a cream-colored feline with white on his underside. Cockpit finally came out of hiding. He was on a closet shelf napping at the time of their arrival.

"She really is a nympho. Chaney is going to walk with a limp for a week as much as Tamara is putting out." Looking down at his own pussy control he sighed with a blunt realization. "It's just you and me Cockpit." Including a nosey teddy bear recording him beating off later. Once Tamara was out of the apartment and the sensor updated itself that is. Flights, camera, action! Chelsea would watch him from Berlin.

A swift sixth minute, Chandler nutted another time. He was depleted that was for certain. She drowned his cock in scalding juices heated up especially for him. Witch and her cauldron! Boil! Boil! Toil and Trouble! Android passion that was hardly subtle! You get the short end of the broomstick, right?

"Damn! Do you two ever take a breather?"

"I see pussy!" Tamara looked through the fogged-up glass at Cockpit sitting there watching.

"So do I!" Wellington laughed! "Meet Cockpit!"

"Hey, cutie!" She slipped off of Chandler and opened the door while he shut the water off. The second she stepped out Cockpit hissed at her and bolted from the bathroom. "I guess he realized I wasn't Chelsea." No! More that you weren't a living, breathing human being. Animals sensed far more than people could. She had a hunch that was why. Wellington did offer her a towel and helped her dry off.

"He'll come around if you visit when Chelsea gets back. We should do movie night or something."

"Sounds relaxing! I'd love to meet Chelsea." And size her up should she ever need to become her to get out of the country in a hurry. Able to morph her body into perfect replicas of anyone by sight and scan she had that option. Just like her Marilyn Monroe resemblance with a few touches so it wasn't identical to the actress. Huge gravity defying tits were a dead giveaway that her DNA was far exceeding her idol's beauty.

Dried off she sent both boys out of the restroom so that she could be by herself. Door closed and locked she used her towel to wipe the steam so that she could stare at herself in the mirror. "This new life I'm attempting could get hairy. What if Chandler's dad did want to fuck me during an interview. Do I take that risk and hope it doesn't destroy Chandler? Becoming an escort sounds fun. So does being in a band. What do I do Marilyn?" Her computer's name designated to match her appearance. A perfect nickname!

"I follow your lead, Tamara Kole. Whatever you need I will provide."

"Thanks, Baby! I'm curious about Donovan Cox but I also think it would be more fun going in blind. Let's just learn as I go along. Being a telepath helps, I can study thoughts and find out everything I need to know. With a son like Chandler the parents can't be all bad." Her hair drying by itself looked suspicious, so she fired up a blow dryer to make it look good. Even flushing the toilet without using it made sense.

Ten minutes in the bathroom she looked gorgeous without even trying. Marilyn made certain her complexion was perfect without makeup. Her pores expressed a perfume scent like lavender so as not to use Chelsea's supplies. "I really should change my hair color and style. Too much like the fabulous Ms. Monroe will look copycat. I did like my blue hair when I adopted it in Pennsylvania, maybe I'll go back to that after I get settled." Enough primping, even though it felt right.

Opening the bathroom door, she heard the boys in Chelsea's bedroom going through her clothes. "I wonder how tall Chelsea is. Her clothes might not even fit me."

"Chelsea Louise Burden! Age 26! 5 foot 7 inches in height. 130 pounds. Her size is approximately yours in this bodies current evolution."

"Perfect! Thanks, Sweetie! Time to see what they've picked out." Following the voices, she waltzed right into the bedroom. "What's the verdict Boys?"

"Naked!" Wellington puckered his opinion.

"That won't cut it. Not that I don't prefer my skin over any fabric. Whatever you choose I'll live with."

"Let's skip any underwear. I don't want to disrespect Chelsea by loaning you those."

"Works for me. I never wear panties." Definitely not! A bra yes while working at OASIIS! Now? Not so much!

"Leather mini skirt and this yellow blouse? Yellow makes Chelsea's hair stand out. Redhead!"

"I remember. Those are fine. What size are her feet I'll need shoes."

"No clue! Just take a look and try them on. Even if they don't fit your feet, you can suffer until we get to the mall, and we'll find shoes first thing."

"Suffer, huh?" She pinched Chandler's chin. "Where did you find a shirt and blue jeans?" Polo!

"I keep a few shirts and jeans here. Chandler and I are close in build, so I loaned him what I had clean."

"You look nice." Shirt on first she claimed the leather skirt and slipped it on, zipping it up in back once the blouse was tucked in. "Chelsea and I must be similar too." The material in the shirt was not quite transparent but the definition was still impossible to hide. She made certain her nipples were constantly locked in so that they never went down. When it came to her body, she knew what she wanted guys to see. Bullets and ballet! Bouncy breasts were a definite attraction to her as much as her onlookers. As long as she inhabited this body she insisted on allure. Lord knows the cameltoe once she expressed it. Chandler watched her button up the front and stopped her.

"Let's show those off. This is L. A. and women leave their shirts wide open."

"Do they? Home sweet home!" She dazzled him. "This outfit looks beautiful on me. Maybe I'll look for a few outfits like this to get started."

"Oh! While you were in the bathroom my dad called." How did her sensitive ears miss that? Blow dryer on, had to be why. "He made the reservations at SOUSnami for us at 7:00! He asked me if I'd send him a picture of you."

"Only if you're in it with me."

"Swell? Take a pic of us." He passed his buddy the cell in his hand. Taking it she and Chandler posed cheek to cheek yet made certain her breasts could be seen in their fullness sideshow. Showing his photo to them it satisfied Chandler and he fired it off to his father. While she searched for shoes to match, she had to alter her feet size just a tad to compete with Chelsea.

"That was fast." Chandler looked at a text from his dad. He busted up laughing. "He's onto us already. He asked if you do porn? Should I say she's interested but keep it on the down low from mom?"

"That is up to you. I'm hardly modest. Just don't ruin our introduction by upsetting your mother."

"Trust me, dad won't tell her. Between us, they both cheat. Being rich has its perks. Mom might not show it but she's as much of a freak as my dad. You know as well as I when you promote pornography, he samples the goods."

"Go me!" She chuckled! "Don't be mad if he tries to get me in bed."

"I won't! Just don't... you know what? I'm not saying anything else. We aren't engaged or anything, so I have no say. You said don't fall for you or get clingy, there's my resistance."

"We are so going to click." She winked at him. "Are we ready?"

"Oh! Sandwich in the microwave. I didn't want Cockpit beating you to it."

"I can eat it on the way."

"Then let's hit the road. Time is ticking!"

"I was going to go with you guys, but I think I'll hang out here. Chelsea might call."

"Are you sure?" Tamara pouted! "I guess that means I won't sit in your lap this time."

"Awww maaan! I'm going to behave. You kids have fun and let me know how things go tonight. Tell Suki I said hey."

"I will! Thanks Bro. I'll get your duds back to you tomorrow."

"Sounds good!" He kissed Tamara on the cheek. "Welcome to our world, Miss Koleman."

"Thanks, Swell!"

"Oh, here's my dad again." Calling this time! "Hey dad! We were just leaving for the mall to find Tamara some clothes."

"I just moved five grand over to your debit card. Hook her up! What did she say about porn?"

"She's interested! Let's see how dinner goes."

"Can I speak to her briefly?"

"Dad wants to talk to you." Brows rising she took the phone from him.

"Mister Cox?"

"How does fifty grand for two weeks of filming sound? You have the looks."

"Wow! That sounds amazing. Why so much? Buying my interest in this?"

"Paying what I think you're worth. More if you can act. Even more if you show me talents that make you marquis."

"Can I skip an evening gown tonight and dress like a slut?"

"I'll deal with Meredith."

"See you at SOUSnami, Puff Daddy!" Click! Eyes batting! How did she know he was smoking a cigar to celebrate a victory? Hmm! An intriguing woman indeed!

Tamara Kole was making waves and taking no prisoners.