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Day 18, Friday
Kinny woke to sunshine and an orgasm. He looked down at Joi. "I love
your wake-ups. Oh, shit. What time is it?"
"Six thirty." She crawled onto the couch with him.
"I slept through my alarm."
"Good thing I'm here." She kissed him. As always, he could taste
himself in her kiss. He ignored the flash of memories this evoked and
grabbed her boob. "It has to be fast," he said.
"No. It doesn't." She positioned herself on top. Eased herself onto his
dick. She sighed.
"No panties? Naughty girl."
"Spank me, Bo."
He grabbed her arse. "I have a job interview."
"Sssh."
"At eight."
"Plenty of time."
"Okay."
She kissed him again, and stopped. "Did you get pierced?" She examined
his face.
"Sssh. You'll wake the baby."
She came quietly. After that, they sixty-nined. Kinny could taste
himself in her pussy. It wasn't dark in the room but it also wasn't
light enough to wake the baby.
Was that his jizz in her pussy? Was it leftover taste from the kiss?
She pushed a vibrator against his arsehole and deep-throated him. Kinny
grunted. He saw her reach for the remote.
"Nuh," he said. He buried his face in her pussy. He wasn't ready to cum
yet. And that electric thing gave him headaches.
He'd disrupted her rhythm. Good. That means he was doing something she
liked. Or hated. He felt her warmth. Tasted her arousal.
Liked. Kinny smiled. She liked this. That made him very happy.
Then she stuck the vibrator up his butt and it touched his
biomechanical whatever.
Kinny came instantly. It was almost a religious experience.
They took a shower with the doors open, so they could hear the baby
when he woke up.
She washed his hair and soaped up his boobs. They fooled around a bit,
but he stopped her. "I have a job interview."
"Buzzkill."
"Sorry."
She helped him dry his hair and fix it in the same pigtail he'd worn
last night.
"Nail polish?" she asked.
"Clear nail polish. Mom's idea."
"She's open minded."
"Flexible. She always thought I was gay. I didn't have girlfriends. I
didn't have friend friends. She thought I was, you know, in denial."
"Are you?"
Kinny drew a long breath. "Maybe. I like girls. I just, couldn't figure
out how to talk to them."
"Do you like guys?"
"Probably not. But the men who raped me were real pricks."
Joi nodded. "Not a good introduction."
Kinny snorted. "I need help with the, um. What do I wear with these
shoes?"
"Clothes would be nice."
Kinny growled. He laughed because it came out so girly. It sounded like
a puppy snarling.
He said, "I'm interviewing with Two Debs."
"Oh. Bootie socks. Goes with the booty shorts."
"Thanks."
"You don't need makeup for a job interview. Your skin is flawless, so
you don't need concealer. You have nursing pads? A purse? Sunscreen?"
"I have a Daisy sack. I need sunscreen?"
"Ayuh. Also a rain hat." She helped him into his uniform. "Let me see
your Debbie."
Kinny smiled. He stepped into his pams and said, "Hi, I'm Debbie. What
can I get for you?"
She chuckled. "Knock 'em in, Bo."
"Thanks."
"Nervous?"
"Yeah."
"Want a ride?"
"I have my bike."
"Okay. Let me know how you love it."
"What if I don't get hired?"
"Pfft. They could use robots for that job. They did use robots. But
sales are better with cute girls in booty shorts."
"Warm body, huh?"
Joi nodded. "The tips, though. Not bad." She opened her medicine
cabinet, pulled out a tube of sunscreen, and put it in his hip sack.
Meeting the Debbies was a bit of an anticlimax. They were moms in power
suits. Hot moms in power suits that showed midriff. Flat bellies, tight
hips. Probably underboob, too, if either of them bent over. But....
Just folks. They looked alike but they were quite obviously not
sisters. They asked Kinny a few questions, welcomed him to the family,
and complimented his general appearance.
"Even after riding your bike. Two miles?"
"Three kilometers."
"You still look nice. Are you ready to Debbie?"
"Sure."
"See Two Debs, at the front desk. She'll set you up."
"Okay."
Kinny left the CEO's office suite and looked for the front desk. The
woman there wore a brown Debbie blouse that showed more cleavage than
the one Kinny was wearing. A lacy black bra under the blouse. She also
wore a short black dress. Sheer black stockings. Ten-centimeter heels,
black. Her name tag said, D. B.
"Hi," he said. "I'm looking for Two Debs."
"Me," the woman said.
Kinny smiled in recognition. He knew this voice. "What's with the name
tag?"
"Inside joke. Hired?"
"Yes."
"Even if your intent is not pure?"
"Doesn't seem to matter."
Two Debs shook her head. "All that matters is your Debbie, smile, and
service."
"I can do that."
"Good. What do you think of the uniform?"
"Looks nice."
"You'll be wearing it soon. A/B testing in progress. But sales are up
already."
"Oh. Okay."
They set him up with a Debbie cart in front of the Two Debs building.
Not a bad location, actually. There was plenty of foot traffic in the
business district. A bus-stop nearby for the Riverside shuttle and the
college Share-a-Ride station. Moms with strollers on the way to the
park. Even some taxi drivers.
"I gotta ask," Kinny said as he handed a red-eye to a male taxi driver.
"How do you compete with the anime drivers? The auto-cabs?"
"I do okay."
"Yeah but they don't sleep."
"Do you want a ride with a driver who never sleeps?"
Kinny laughed. "I suppose not."
"Exacts." He tossed Kinny a centurion. "Keep the change."
"Thanks." Kinny put the coin in his bra. This wasn't lost on the taxi
driver.
"Good reviews," the man said to his specs. "Five hearts."
"Five Debbies," Kinny said.
The cabbie grinned. He saluted with his coffee.
Joi was right. Most of the men ordered cold drinks and watched
carefully as Kinny retrieved the drink from the cooler at the bottom of
the vendor cart.
"Hi, I'm Debbie. What can I.... Hi, Mom."
"Do you have a diet Cactus Jack?"
"Oh, please. You don't even like Cactus Jack. You didn't finish the one
at the food court."
"Nasty. Tastes like poison."
"Tastes like yucca." He crouched down and opened the cooler. "What do
you want, Mom?"
"Gimme a double-double."
"For you, the world." Kinny stood and pulled the centurion out of his
bra. He tossed it in the till, made change, and put it in the tip jar.
He pulled a coffee from the vendor slot, stirred it, and handed it to
her. "Triple-triple. Just how you like it."
Linda accepted the coffee. "Doing okay?"
Kinny nodded. "Two thou in tips, alone."
"Better than gaming?"
"No. I'm getting sunburnt. And my back is killing me."
"How're your feet?"
Kinny groaned.
"You're leaking."
"Yeah. My tits are full. I get a break at noon. I gotta pump or take an
antihistamine."
Kinny felt a tap on his shoulder. "Need a break?"
Kinny turned. It was one of the CEOs.
"I'm okay."
"No, you're not. You need a break." She turned to Linda. "Are you his
mom?"
"Yes."
"You raised a good one. I'm Debbie." She shook hands with Kinny's mom.
"Linda."
"Would you like a Cactus Jack?"
Linda laughed. "No, I'm good."
Debbie turned to Kinny. "What are you still doing here? Go to the break
room. Take your Daisy sack. Your breast pump is in the sack. Are you
saving the milk?"
"Um. Yes?"
"Use the employee refrigerator. I'll tell Two Debs not to put it in her
coffee."
"Okay. Thanks."
Kinny came out a few minutes later. He'd filled two bottles and part of
a third one. He put them in the fridge.
Two Debs handed him a new blouse. "Yours is stained," she said.
"Oh. Thanks."
"Drop the other one off at my desk. I'll put it in the company washer."
"Um. Okay. Is this standard with new employees?"
"Family."
"Okay. Thanks." He went back to the unisex washroom, changed his blouse
and his pads. He handed the old blouse to Two Debs and walked outside.
There was a crowd. A news van. Drones. Apparently it was a newsworthy
event to see one of the CEOs of Two Debs hawking coffee at one of her
own vendor carts.
Kinny walked up behind the CEO.
A quiet woman in a Debbie Does Coffee uniform eyed Kinny. She nodded,
obviously keying up his ID on her celeb glasses, and let him pass.
"Oh!" Debbie-the-CEO said to the cameras. "This is our newest Debbie.
Everyone say, 'Hi, Debbie!'"
The crowd said, "Hi, Debbie."
"She'll be taking your orders now. I have a company to run. Please be
nice to our newest employee."
A reporter shoved a microphone in Kinny's face. "How's it feel, having
the CEO take part of your shift?"
Kinny looked at the camera. At the reporter. He looked at the CEO, and
what was obviously a security guard, now that he thought about it. "I'm
overwhelmed," he said, in his best Anabelle voice. "Guys? I'm Debbie.
What can I get for you? One at a time, please."
The next two hours went by in a blur.
At four, Two Debs came outside and helped Kinny push the cart. "Still
want double shifts at the Convention Center?"
"Ask me again tomorrow," Kinny said.
"How much do your remember from the seminars?"
"You have gremlins or something that clean and restock the cart. I just
have to push it to an approved stowage location."
"Grumblers."
"Right."
"Your breast are leaking again."
"They do that."
"Baby?"
"Yes. Not mine."
Two Debs looked at him.
"It's a long story and quite comic."
She nodded. "This is what a Debbie restock station looks like. Don't
confuse it with the Wild Coffee restock stations."
"What's the difference?"
Two Debs pointed to the logo.
"Oh." Kinny chuckled. "The simple things."
"Do you want to see the grumblers?"
"Sure. Yee-ah. What-is-that?"
"That's a grumbler."
"It's cute. Robot?"
"Biomechanical."
Kinny nodded. "A lot of that going 'round today."
"You have something against biomechanicals?"
"Nope. One saved my life. I'm very grateful. I'm pretty sure my
therapist was an anime, too."
"More likely a durance bodice. Or a concordance."
"Sure. No idea what you just said."
"I'll put it on your specs."
"Um. Okay."
"See you tomorrow."
"Okay. Eight?"
Two Debs nodded. "Oh," she said. "What do I call you?"
"Debbie."
"No, when you're not Debbie."
"My bioavatar's name is Anabelle. Lee. Violage. I suppose, for the next
few weeks, I should learn to answer to that name."
"Okay, Ms. Lee. See you tomorrow."
Kinny nodded. "What do I call you? When you're not D. B.?"
"Debra 2. Two Debs. It's all good."
"You're a medical anime?"
Two Debs nodded.
"Pleased ta' meet cha." Kinny curtsied.
"You're an odd human."
Kinny nodded. "Pretty sure I served coffee to at least three animes."
"You did."
"You guys drink coffee?"
"We do."
"Good to know. Shared humanity."
Two Debs smiled. "It is a human bodice."
Kinny saw the white van a few times while bicycling home. It didn't
seem to be following him, but it did seem to be everywhere he looked.
Maybe there was more than one of them? White POS panel vans, rusted to
fuck, with sunblasted paint and a faded Ming's Flowers logo?
He did see a man step out of the van and carry flowers to a house.
Reassuring. No mercy, just flowers.
Kinny dropped his bike in the yard. He went in the house, dropping four
bottles of milk in the fridge. "Taking a nap, Mom. I'm on shift again
at eight." Then he realized she wasn't home. Kinny recorded the message
to her specs. He set his alarm for 7:30 and double-checked to make sure
it was p.m. instead of a.m.
Didn't need to make that mistake twice.
He pulled off his clothes and flopped onto his bed, naked.
Except for the bra. He didn't want to get milk all over the sheets.
Again.
He woke to someone shaking his foot.
"Jazz. Hi." Kinny looked down. He had an erection. Again. Massive.
Almost purple.
"It's eight-ten. Joi went to work."
"Where's the baby?"
"In the car seat. In the living room."
"'Kay. Specs didn't wake me. Sorry."
"Low batt, Bo."
Kinny sighed. He sat up.
"I put 'em in the charger."
"Thanks. Where's Mom?" He stuck a finger in his bra. The pads were
soaked.
"No clue."
"Can you watch the baby while I shower?"
"Sure."
Kinny nodded. "Thanks for the wake-up. How'd you get in the house?"
"Door wasn't locked."
"Bull cock. I know I locked it."
"Front door was locked. Back door wasn't. I put your bike in the
basement."
"Okay. Thanks?"
"Nobody steals things in this neighborhood?"
"Not with Mrs. McCarthy and all the cameras. The real bad guys don't
bother with bicycles. Or locked doors."
"Truth."
Jazz was sitting on his bed when he got out of the shower. She had the
baby, was feeding it a bottle.
"Thanks," he said. He started to get dressed.
"You're going to need new bras soon. That one's too small."
"Huh?"
"You're spilling out of the top."
"I just bought these."
She smiled.
"Really?"
She nodded.
"Maybe they shrunk?"
She shook her head.
"Aw, man. I'm a C cup?"
"Looks like it. Are you hitting the gym?"
"Not today."
"Maybe you're just getting fat."
Kinny looked at her.
"You missed one day at the gym?"
"Yeah."
"You're not getting fat."
"I pull another double shift tomorrow. Then I'm on fours."
"You're working another job?"
"Yes. Debbie Does Coffee."
"Really? Where?"
"Downtown. Ninth and Main."
"Not far from the clinic. Do you deliver?"
"Um. I don't know."
"I'll call it in. Probably get the whole office to buy coffee and
sweets. We'll ask for you, specifically."
"You'll ask for Debbie?"
"That's right. You guys are all clones. Did you join the collective?"
Kinny smiled. "It's called a concordance, dear."
"You scare me." She handed him the baby. "C'mon. Joi made agnolotti and
bicerin. It's on the table, waiting. She's a little miffed that you
didn't show up to eat it with her."
"This is good," Kinny said. "What's this called, again?"
"Agnolotti."
"What's the brown stuff?"
"Dipping sauce. Gravy. Magna Carta or something like that."
"And the bicerin?"
"Is her favoritist favorite thing. Coffee. Try it."
"It's like a dessert."
"Yuh."
"I gotta tell Two Debs about this."
"It's not easy to make. Oh. Joi has maker stock again."
"Dbest. Maybe we can make me another Debbie uniform? I only have one
... and a half."
"Maybe we can make you some bras."
"Sure."
Jazz taught him how to care for his piercings. Then they made clothes
for Kinny. Anabelle. It hurt Kinny's brain when he thought about it.
Jazz made him try on every item they fabbed. He was happy when the
House ran out of maker stock again. They played with the baby, leading
it by a finger and helping it toddle across the room. They tickled him.
They played peekaboo. They played ball with Drake, which involved
rolling a pink plastic ball to the baby and retrieving it when he
kicked it.
"Ball!"
Drake's first word was 'Ba!' The second word was 'ball.' When it wasn't
'ba.'
When the baby slept, they played PASsport. Kinny and Jazz worked
together, trying to figure out how to break Cookie's compulsion with a
particular dog. Unsuccessfully. If Boodles hadn't been there, Cookie's
beast-fuck counter would have risen by at least one.
Then they fucked on Joi's privacy bed. He fell asleep in her arms.
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