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  Pleasurebots couldn't help it. They were designed for sex--to have sex, to give it, and most of all, to enjoy it. Unlike human women, a bot could orgasm multiple times from stimulation that would leave a regular woman cold. Their low pleasure threshold had been built into them to keep them doing what they were meant to do. After all, a creature whose sole purpose was fucking should know how to do it well.

  The Passion Model spread her legs wider, exposing her pink clit beneath the groomed pubic hair. Linna stepped back into the shower, not wanting to watch, but unable to stop. Her own nipples tightened at the sight of the bot, face and chest flushed with arousal, as she tilted her hips back and forth in the stream of water jetting up from the bidet.

  The Passion Model moaned again, her head lolling on her shoulders. Her thighs trembled as she jerked into a climax Linna could see even from across the room. A moment passed and another ripple of orgasm undulated through the bot's toned, perfect body. She gasped and moaned. Her cries echoed in the tiled room.

  Then, as calmly as if she'd sneezed rather than experienced two explosive orgasms, the bot finished her ablutions and dried off, then picked up her clothes and left the cleansing station. None of the other bots even noticed the performance, as commonplace to them as passing someone on the street.

  Linna looked around the room and into the large communal shower across from her. Four LUV models, identical except for the color of their hair, were using the shower. Bathing for bots was nothing more than a maintenance function, not the pampering necessity it could be for humans, but they scrubbed themselves thoroughly anyway. One slipped a soapy hand between her legs, and just like that, as fast as that, she let out a low, shuddering cry. Her hand came up to rest on the tiled wall while the one between her legs slid in and out between her thighs in a slow rhythm that made Linna's nipples tighten further to watch. She could imagine all too well what that pace, that slickness, that pressure, would feel like.

  Her clit throbbed in a pulse that took her by surprise and made her put out a hand to steady herself. It had been a long time since she'd had a real orgasm, though she faked them regularly to fool her patrons. Linna watched the bot, whose pace had quickened, hips pumping, fingers swirling on her love button. In the next minute, the chorus of cries and moans echoed throughout the shower as the other LUVs followed the first one's lead. They all writhed, hands thrust between their legs, their bodies jerking with orgasms. The first LUV model finished with a whining cry and shuddered beneath the spray of water, then rinsed off and stepped out of the shower.

  For a bot, coming was as natural as breathing. For Linna, the task was a little more difficult. She turned herself firmly toward the back of the shower cubicle, not wanting to witness any more bots getting themselves off. Her body ached and tingled with arousal. She'd fucked three patrons the night before, all old men with imperfect bodies and little else on their minds but getting their rocks off. She'd writhed beneath them and screamed at the right times, but a convincing performance was still just an act.

  The memory of Del's eyes, dark with passion, and the feeling of his tongue in her mouth made her breath catch in her throat. If a man like Del made love to her, Linna had no doubt he'd take his time to be certain she reached her climax.

  At the thought, her clit pulsed again. Her nipples throbbed. Linna slid her fingers down between her legs and found her folds, slick with wetness. Her clit was a hard, erect nodule, and as her fingers brushed it, she had to bite her lip to hold in the moan.

  It had been a long, long time since she'd taken her own pleasure like this. The circumstances of her life meant she had more than her share of sex, but how long had it been since she'd even wanted to come? How long since her body had yearned for release? How long since she'd learned to shut down those urges until the only orgasms she could have were faked?

  She closed her eyes and leaned into the warm artiwater pelting down around her. Once upon a time, in her life before, she'd had a real water shower. The water had coated her body in a way the artificially created liquid could never duplicate.

  She tilted her face up to the spray. Linna sighed, lost in the sensation of her fingers tweaking her clit. This wasn't nearly enough. She wanted a man inside her, a thick, long cock to fill her. She wanted Del to be fucking her--

  She moaned aloud, not embarrassed, since nobot in the room would give her a second glance. She spread her legs to allow first one finger to slide inside her slick tunnel, then another. The heel of her hand pressed against her clit.

  A man like Del would know just how to touch a woman, she thought. He'd be able to lift her up, impale her on his cock while her legs wrapped around his waist. He'd lick and suck her nipples while he fucked her standing up, his hands under her ass and his firm, ridged stomach teasing her erect clit with every thrust.

  Linna's orgasm burst through her with explosive force. Her knees weakened. Her vision blurred. For an awful, wonderful moment, she thought she might pass out from the sheer physical overload.

  She pushed her fingers deeper, and a smaller climax rippled through her. Linna shuddered then withdrew her hand. Eyes closed, she continued to lean against the cool tile wall until she could breathe again.

  Gloom closed her throat and stung her eyes. Would the only pleasure she ever had have to come from her own hand? She forced away the melancholy. She hadn't chosen this life. It had been chosen for her by a man who didn't know how to regulate his desires. She made her living fucking strangers. That was sex. She had to accept the fact she'd probably never make love to anyone again.

  Linna got out of the shower, dried off, and dressed in the jumpsuit. Weariness overcame her. Despite the many artificial organs and systems in her body, the metal and plastic that made her officially mecho and not human, she still had to sleep. She went down the hall and opened the door to an empty recharging booth and ducked inside. She aligned her body with the charger. She had no outlet for the three-pronged plug that would normally be used to recharge a Pleasurebot's batteries, but she did have a small hole for the refreshing tube. She'd had to pay extra for that adaptation, a debt she was still working off, but it was worth it to have the option of cleansing her body's blood stream without having to use normal human facilities. She didn't always use it, and it wasn't a perfect system. She still had to make other arrangements for other functions, but it had helped her keep her secret. Eating and drinking could be passed off as social niceties, done for show, but going to the bathroom would be a dead giveaway that Linna wasn't what she pretended to be.

  The tube stung going in, but she forced herself to relax against the pain. After a moment, Linna leaned back against the padded wall, hooked her arms into the padded cuffs, and closed her eyes at last. Nobody would bother her here for hours. She could sleep, and as she did, the last vision that filled her mind was Del's face.

  The damn retscan was on the blink again. Delek muttered a heartfelt curse as he manually punched in the key code that allowed him to access his apartment. The door slid open with a cranky wheeze.

  Once inside, he looked around the stark interior and shook his head. "Rat hole."

  There weren't any rats in Newcity any more unless you counted the ones that walked on two legs. Rat hole was still a good description of his place. Dirty, smelly, in constant disrepair. A crack in the ceiling dripped coolant into the bucket he'd placed there three months ago. The paint on the walls peeled in half a dozen places, and holes in the plaster revealed the mess of tubes and wires that made up every fricking building in Newcity.

  "Viddy on," he barked to the empty room.

  System's soothing female voice replied, "Negative. Account usage has exceeded credit deposit. Please authorize additional credit amount."

  "Fuck," Delek sighed.

  "Command not recognized," System replied, unflappable as always.

  "Non-citizen DLK 24196010-X. Authorize seven hours of viddy time."

  "Viddy viewing authorized. Your account has been debited. Thank you."

  "Yeah,