Space is a lonely place for a lesbian. All of Tate's fellow asteroid miners are male or taken, and it's driving her completely bonkers! When she's delivered a mysterious package, everything changes- and what's inside will rock her world. Warning: this 3700 word erotic short story contains a sex-robot, spanking, light bondage, explicit sex and multiple orgasms! More
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Tate looks back at the packing foam with new curiosity. When she lifts off the first piece it all comes in one thin chunk across the top, and she nearly drops it in shock.
There, nestled in the packing foam like a common appliance, is a gleaming chrome sweep of hip and thigh and breast. Virgil’s sent her a robot- and not just any robot. She’s gorgeous. Her lips are full and lush, her face artfully sculpted; her seams wind sinuous along her limbs like delicate tattoos. Her hair is like a spill of liquid mercury. Her body- her body is impossible pinup-girl perfection. She looks like she belongs painted on the side of starship with a crackling halo of lightning.
Tate can feel her heart pounding faster. She catches her breath and sets the packing foam down. Hesitantly, she reaches out a hand.
The robot’s surface is icy cold, but starting to warm up a little in the open air. Despite the glossy metallic sheen of her, she’s not actually metal. The long curve of her thigh is hard-shelled on the outside, but the inside is as soft as skin.
There’s the slight, faint noise of servos actuating, and then a cold silver hand closes around Tate’s wrist quick as a whip. She yelps and falls on her ass. In the split second between falling and getting up, the robot is up and crouched over her. Tate looks up into that shining face, light running off her like liquid, and sees two illuminated eyes looking back.
She lets out a shaky breath, and she could swear that the robot smiles.
“Hello, Tatiana,” it says in a voice like blood-warm honey, “I’ve been waiting for you.”