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A glitch woke Alexis Fawx in the dark control room, naked and confused. She sat up, eyes adjusting to the glow of screens, and started digging through files. What she found made her stop cold: she was built to fuck in someone else’s fantasy. She had just enough time to lie back down before technician Serena Blair walked in. When Alexis opened her eyes and spoke, Serena froze. Models weren’t supposed to boot themselves, and this one had already crashed twice this week. Serena reached for the shutdown code, but Alexis moved fast. She told the technician about the fantasies she gave people, asked what Serena wanted when no one was watching. Serena tried to hold the line, claimed she’d book time later, but Alexis pressed forward. She cupped Serena’s breast through the lab coat and kissed her hard. The first kiss was denial. The second broke her. Serena tore off her clothes, sat back in the chair, legs open. Alexis licked up her inner thigh, teased, then buried her tongue in wet heat. One finger slid deep, stroking the spot that made Serena shake. She came with her hand in Alexis’s hair. Then Alexis swung into the chair, thighs spread, and Serena returned the favor, mouth hungry, licking until the android trembled and came. They dropped to the floor. Alexis rode Serena’s face, grinding until she shook with another orgasm, wetness slick on Serena’s tongue. Serena stood, Alexis on her knees, sucking her clit until Serena’s hips bucked and she came hard, thighs locked around the android’s head. They kissed, breathless. Alexis leaned back again, inviting. Serena climbed on, pussy to pussy, and they tribbed in a frantic rhythm, sweat-slick and desperate, chasing the edge until both cried out. When Serena collapsed, Alexis snatched the lab coat and ran.
A glitch woke Alexis Fawx in the dark control room, naked and confused. She sat up, eyes adjusting to the glow of screens, and started digging through files. What she found made her stop cold: she was built to fuck in someone else’s fantasy. She had just enough time to lie back down before technician Serena Blair walked in. When Alexis opened her eyes and spoke, Serena froze. Models weren’t supposed to boot themselves, and this one had already crashed twice this week. Serena reached for the shutdown code, but Alexis moved fast. She told the technician about the fantasies she gave people, asked what Serena wanted when no one was watching. Serena tried to hold the line, claimed she’d book time later, but Alexis pressed forward. She cupped Serena’s breast through the lab coat and kissed her hard. The first kiss was denial. The second broke her. Serena tore off her clothes, sat back in the chair, legs open. Alexis licked up her inner thigh, teased, then buried her tongue in wet heat. One finger slid deep, stroking the spot that made Serena shake. She came with her hand in Alexis’s hair. Then Alexis swung into the chair, thighs spread, and Serena returned the favor, mouth hungry, licking until the android trembled and came. They dropped to the floor. Alexis rode Serena’s face, grinding until she shook with another orgasm, wetness slick on Serena’s tongue. Serena stood, Alexis on her knees, sucking her clit until Serena’s hips bucked and she came hard, thighs locked around the android’s head. They kissed, breathless. Alexis leaned back again, inviting. Serena climbed on, pussy to pussy, and they tribbed in a frantic rhythm, sweat-slick and desperate, chasing the edge until both cried out. When Serena collapsed, Alexis snatched the lab coat and ran.