Hellcats #6: Lovebot 2.0 (2 page)

She wore a large pistol on her hip.

“Who's he?” the woman asked. It sounded like a challenge.

“My boyfriend, what difference is it to you?” Colleen replied. Ryan detected a note of firmness, of authority, in her voice that he hadn't heard before. She was transforming before his very eyes from the woman he slept with and lounged around smoking weed with into a competent mercenary. Syl seemed to be doing the same.

“There's no men in the Hellcats,” the woman replied.

“You've done your homework,” Syl said.

“There is now. Is that it?” Colleen asked, pointing at the crate.

“Yes. You deliver it to New Melbourne in a day. Half now, half upon completion,” the woman said tightly. “Do we have a deal?”

“Yes,” Colleen replied.

The woman hesitated a moment longer, staring at the three of them, then nodded and turned. She began walking away. The man stood up without a word and followed her. Once they were gone, out of the warehouse, Syl walked forward and picked up the crate.

“That was fun,” she said.

“Always is,” Colleen murmured.

“You got that?” Ryan asked.

Syl nodded. The crate had handles on the side. It was big enough to warrant the question. “I got it, fancy musculature and all that,” she replied.

Ryan nodded.

“But thanks for asking, cutie,” she added.

Ryan chuckled and felt his face burn slightly.

“That's going to bug me for a while,” Syl said as they exited the warehouse.

“What is?” Ryan replied.

“I can make you blush. I couldn't
pay
a human guy to blush before this week.”

Ryan shrugged, unsure of what to say. They made their way back to the main thoroughfare and had just entered the subway-like tunnel when Colleen suddenly stopped. He didn't realize until just that moment, but both her and Syl had been acting slightly strange during their walk back. Colleen reached into her hoodie.

“Someone's following us,” she said.

“I felt it, too,” Syl murmured.

Ryan glanced back at the doorway that led to the thoroughfare. He saw dozens of people streaming by, and then one of the figures detached from the crowd and stepped into the tunnel with them. For a moment, all three of them tensed, then Ryan heard Syl sigh. Colleen laughed nervously and pulled her hand from her hoodie.

“Love! What the hell are you doing here?!” Syl demanded happily.

Ryan studied the figure that was striding smoothly towards them. At first he mistook it for a strikingly beautiful woman who was wearing all silver, then he realized her skin was silver too. And as she drew even closer, he saw that her face, her body...it was all too perfect, too smooth, too perfectly proportioned.

“I heard you were in the area and decided to see what's up,” the silver woman replied. Her voice was very, very slightly edged with a metallic buzz, and also sounded like it was modulated to be a perfect amalgam of the top ten sexiest voices in the porn industry. She turned electric blue eyes towards Ryan. “Who's this?”

“Do you ever remember Angel and Emily talking about getting a boytoy?” Syl replied.

“Yes...oh my, you went through with it.” She grinned. “He's perfect. Just the absolutely perfect mix of cute and innocent. He can't be a day over twenty one,” she murmured.

“I'm twenty,” Ryan replied awkwardly.

She gasped and her smile widened. “And that
voice
. Has everyone...partaken?”

“Yep. Everyone aboard, anyway. These days it's just us, Emily and Angel...why, you interested? You know, you're still technically on the team,” Colleen replied.

“Well, I've got nothing better to do. I was thinking about drifting with you girls for another stretch. Sure, I'd like to come aboard.”

Syl hesitated. “I don't think I'll be able to talk the others into cutting you in on this deal...”

“Oh, it's fine. My bank account is fat and happy, I don't need any creds right now.”

Syl smiled, relieved. “Okay, good then. Although I suppose we should do a formal introduction. Ryan, this is Lovebot Two Point Oh. We call her Love. Love, this is Ryan. On paper, he's a technician, unofficially, well, you know.”

“Hi,” Love said, then she hugged him.

He hugged her back, feeling her large, firm breasts pressing against him. “Your name is really Lovebot Two Point Oh?” he asked.

She laughed. “Yeah. It's...kind of like a joke,” she said as they started walking back to the ship. “I'm in to old Sci-Fi classics. You know, the cheesy throwbacks back before there was space travel? They'd have all this ridiculous robot characters and...well, my origins are a little cheesy, so I thought it'd fit,” Love explained.

Ryan found himself incredibly interested in her. She was obviously meant to resemble a human. She wasn't actually wearing clothes...but she wasn't quite naked, either. There was the hint of clothing, the suggestion of some incredibly tight, form-fitting dress. All of silvery and smooth, somehow not becoming bland despite if all being roughly the same color and texture. He suspected that someone of incredible skill had expertly crafted Love's body. She was almost his height, thin while somehow being curvy. She had shoulder-length silver hair that looked like actual hair. All of this silver made her glowing blue eyes really stand out.

“He gets distracted easily, huh?” Love asked.

They were back at the airlock.

Syl and Colleen laughed. “Yeah, he does that around girls. He's great. Suck his dick and he'll worship you until the end of time.”

“I like the sound of that...I assume my quarters are still there?” Love asked.

“Yep, we haven't gone into them,” Syl replied.

“Good. Well, if you don't mind,” Love reached out and took Ryan's hand as they stepped into the airlock. “I think I'll take your boytoy for a test drive. You girls don't mind, I imagine?”

“Nope,” Colleen replied.

“Not at all. Have fun with him...and you have fun, cutie,” Syl said, leaning in and kissing Ryan quickly on the lips. They finished cycling through the airlock and went their separate ways. Emily was waiting for them.

“Love,” she said, “you're back.”

“Yep, just for a trip and a roll in the hay with your resident fuck toy,” Love replied.

“He's a keeper.”

“So I've heard, and that's impressive for you, Emily. If I remember correct you're a bit picky,” Love said, smirking.

Emily rolled her eyes. She looked at Ryan. “Do me a favor. When she's fucking you, pretend you're so not into it.”

Love laughed long and loud. “You know that doesn't work on me.”

“Yeah, yeah...you know you're not getting a cut of the profits, right?”

Love heaved a sigh. “Yes! Good lord, you'd think I were only in it for the money. Go work out or something. Come on, Ryan.”

She began leading him down the corridor. A moment later they stopped in front of one of the string of cabin doors and she opened it up. Ryan stepped in after her and stopped, marveling at how untidy the room was. There were clothes everywhere, on the back of the sole chair in the room, piled up in two corners, on the bed. On the desk, on either side of a laptop, were piles of tablets, all of them powered down. Scattered across the floor, the desk, the dresser, a tabletop...all manner of trinkets and odds and ends.

Ryan spied, in one sweep of his gaze, a ring with a large emerald on it, two wood carvings of cats, a holographic projector pad, an old Zippo lighter of battered silver metal, a pistol and what might have been a flashlight in the shape of a dragon's head.

“What...what is all this?” he asked as the door closed behind him.

“My junk,” she said. “I'll tell you about it later. But for right now...”

She pushed him back onto the bed. He realized she'd changed, somehow, in between the time he'd seen her in the hallway and right now. During the interim where he was staring at her disorganized room, Love had somehow become naked, growing nipples and a vagina. And, even more perplexing, she was somehow even more attractive than before. She climbed atop him and leaned down, kissing him deeply. When she slipped her tongue in, he was surprised to find that it felt like a real tongue, wet, soft, smooth, but not too smooth, like plastic, like he'd expected. She tasted good, too. Really good, like honey and sugar.

He reached up and ran his hands down her back, to the firm curve of her ass. She let out a small, pleasured gasp as he did so. She deepened the kiss while grabbing one of his hands and bringing it around to her chest. He grasped one of her large breasts. It seemed to fit perfectly into his hand. Ryan had a flash of an idea: he imagined that she had sensors built into her and she'd scanned the width, height and structure of his hand, then gently reshaped her breasts so that they would perfectly fit into them. He'd read that somewhere, that sexbots could do that. Love was clearly a sexbot, but he'd never heard of one being a mercenary as well.

She undressed him, working smoothly and efficiently. Before he knew it, he was lying naked on her bed, his head resting on an immensely comfortable pillow. Love was above him, holding herself up, balancing perfectly on her hands.

“Is this weird for you? Us just having met and all?” she asked.

“No, not really. It's still a rush, but this is how me and Emily did it, pretty much. I was inside of her within twenty minutes of meeting her,” Ryan replied.

Love smiled. “Good, I don't want you to be nervous. I'm going to take very good care of you. I want you to relax and lay back,” she said.

Then she lowered herself down the length of his body. Her skin was soft and warm and flawless. It felt like real skin brushing against his naked body. She gently moved his legs aside, spreading them, and then laid down on her taut stomach, he feet up in the air, hands reaching out. She gripped his hard length, encircled it with her thumb and forefinger. She slid them up and down the length of him, seemingly fascinated by his dick, staring at it. Finally, she made a fist around it, and he noticed that her hand wasn't too big or too small, it fit perfectly. Her grip was firm without being too tight, and she began to jack him off.

He let out a low groan as she began pumping faster. He heard her moan softly and she kept going, faster and faster, somehow never breathing rhythm or losing her grip. Then, without breaking stride, she lowered her head and slipped half his length into her mouth. Ryan gasped at the sudden feeling of wet warmth and glanced down. She was bobbing her head expertly, still using her hand to jack him while also sucking him off.

And the speed at which she was doing this was incredible.

A thought floated free of his pleasure-overloaded mind, there and gone in an instant: being a sexbot, she must have incredible coordination and, thus, an ability to do exactly what she was doing without risk to her partner.

Ryan only saw one problem with this.

He was getting ready to orgasm.

He was focusing hard on staving it off, closing his eyes, gritting his teeth, clenching his hands open and closed. But it felt so fucking
good
. What was strange, though, was that Love was moaning. Not the quiet moans the others sometimes gave out while sucking him off, trying to enhance the mood for him, but actual, sexually pleasured moans.

He glanced down, trying to see if she was fingering herself while giving him head, but one hand was still wrapped around his cock, the other was beneath her, propping herself up. Suddenly, the mystery of her apparently phantom pleasure, all thoughts and coherent rationality was blown out of his mind in a brilliant white starburst of sheer bliss as his body finally gave up the ghost and he began shooting his load directly into her mouth.

Love's muffled voice came to him. She was crying out in pleasure as though she, herself, was having an orgasm. She kept working his dick, expertly bobbing her head, sucking him dry to the last drop, working the shaft of his dick to get it all out. When it was finally over and he had nothing left to give, she slowly pulled his cock from her mouth, then licked the tip a few times. She let it drop and grinned up at him.

“Didn't I tell you I'd take care of you?” she asked.

“Uh...yeah...I...uh.” He couldn't keep his head up any longer and let it collapse back onto the thick, soft, plush pillow.

“Ha ha! I knew I still got it...fuck, I really missed that taste,” she said, sitting up.

“What?” he asked weakly.

“Semen. I
love
the taste of it so much. They programmed me to, obviously, as an added incentive to suck dick,” Love explained. She stood up and walked to the bathroom. He heard the sound of running water.

“You were like, getting off, while you were sucking me,” Ryan said.

“Yeah, I was,” Love replied from the bathroom. She emerged a moment later, crossed the room and sat down on the bed. “I guess you're confused. This is what I was talking about earlier, when Emily advised you to fake it and I said that's not how it works. There are a series of sensors built into my body. They are set to scan my partner continuously during any sexual interaction. They pick up things like arousal and physical pleasure. There are other devices built into my body, you might call them 'pleasure drives'.