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Stephen just wanted to get out of the rain as he listened to Mr Applin the lawyer drone on. "It took us a few weeks to find you. At the end of the next month, we would have started to liquidized your inheritance rather than pay to store it. As it is your cousin..." Mr Applin paused to glance at his file. "Lucy Brown's physical assets were moved into her commercial unit here. The lease has three months to run. Her car is at Hawkins Garage Services. They will offer a fair price if you want to sell it." Mr Applin opened the door. Reciting the security code for Stephen as he did it. The attorney suppressed an urge to swear as the rainwater ran down his collar. They entered. A Nuebody rig dominated the unit. Inside it, where Lucy's crippled frame would have lain when she was alive, was the android body that the rig controlled. The lawyer lifted the lid of the rig so they could see the Nuebody fully. It was youthful, very beautiful, naked and much whiter than Stephen's cousin had ever been. Mr Applin cleared his throat. "It's highly customized and ready to go. She bought it with the settlement money after the accident. Ms Brown said she wanted to enjoy what life she had left by all accounts, she did." "She's breathing," said Stephen. "All the autonomous and semi-autonomous functions are permanently on," said Mr Applin with an assured if damp movie star smile. "That's so they don't seem like corpses. Here, I will show you." He let a drop or two of rainwater from his hat brim fall on to the Android body's breast. They watched her nipples harden. "They say it feels just the way it should." Stephen forced himself to look away even as he wondered if all Nuebody nipples were that expansive. He opened the folder Mr Applin handed him. On top was a sheet of paper. This Nuebody NCI: FCBGHXGFJRGDOSQ8723764US510 has been transferred to Stephen Brewster. It should not be used by anyone who has not been calibrated by our specialists. You are advised to seek your free initial calibration within six months after that our standard calibration fee may apply. Underneath were glossy brochures and technical guides. "Thank you, Mr Applin," Stephen said. "Oh sorry! I should have said, Please, theres no need for formalities," said the lawyer, "call me Peter. There are offers to buy in the folder." He shrugged. "It's a nice bit of kit, I would hold on to her for a while, if I were you, to be sure of getting a good price. Advertise it maybe, or put it up for auction. As to the rest of the items. The hangers and chest of drawers contain clothing and makeup for the Nuebody. The suitcase contains Ms Brewster's personal attire. Jewellery is in this box. Her papers are in the box file." The rest of the furniture itemization was lost on Stephen who was looking through the Nuebody brochure. He looked up to ask how long the transfer of funds would take. Peter Applin smiled and said, "You should have the thirty-two thousand or so that remains in your account on Monday. The bulk of her money as I said is tied up in the Nuebody. Is there anything else, Mr Brewster?" "Call me Stephen please, no, I don't think so," Stephen replied taking Peter's hand. He pretended not to notice the lawyer flinch at the sour smell from Stephen's clothes. After the advocate left, Stephen carried what little he still had from the car he had been sleeping in when the private investigator Applin had hired found him. The commercial unit had everything he needed except a shower. He switched on the tiny fridge in the office and wondering how he would make his money last till Monday. Rather than struggle with the dismantled bed, he put his sleeping bag on the couch. It was not as if he would sleep well, he never did now that Jazmin was dead. He found some sachets that looked like instant soup,but they turned out to be Nuebody Hair growth Supplement, sufficient for 1 inch of blonde hair, He put them back next to a box of 25 Auburn hair supplements which apparently was supposed to taste like tomato soup. Then he cleaned himself and set to washing his clothes in the sink. He was wearing Lucy's bathrobe while hanging his clothes to dry next to the heater when the door buzzer sounded. Stephen swore softly and headed to the door. Peter Applin looked at his client. The Dark brown skin and the prison gym muscles contrasted strikingly with the pure white robe. Stephen look like an Old Spice Advert. "Sorry to bother you, Mr Brewster, I mean Stephen. It occurred to me that you seemed temporarily embarrassed, as my mother used to say, and I wondered if I could help?" "What?" "Would you like to borrow say two hundred till the funds come through?" Peter took out his billfold. Stephen's face so stern before broke into a grin. "Thank you, Mr Applin. I really appreciate that. I have not had a job since... since forever." Once Peter left, Stephen settled on the couch to think. Jesus he hadn't even known Lucy had been crippled let alone that the payout was big enough for her to become an Ando. If only the Nuebody was a man. He got out its user guide and read through it carefully as he argued with himself. No one would ever know. They were far away. After all Lucy would never have dared get a white NueBody if she might be found out. Besides, the Nuebody at least had things to wear. His own clothes were rapidly turning into greasy rags. This was the perfect opportunity to hide. If he didn't hide, the police would catch up with him soon. No one would even see him to report him if he was in a rig. Maybe in some ways being a woman was better, after all they were looking for a black guy and not a white woman. Perhaps it was time to experience some white privilege. Fuck it, he dialled the support number. Stephen did not sleep well that night. It was one of his usual nightmares. They were never quite the same. Sometimes he ran to save Jazmin from Drucker. Sometimes he just ran. In the worst of them, he shot Drucker and watched as it all played out just the same. Still, it meant he was up early for the appointment. "Yes, can I help you?" the receptionist at Nue Cybernetics said, looking up at Stephen the next morning. "I came to be calibrated for my Nuebot," he said. "I am sorry sir, Nuebots are piloted by AI's. There is no calibration. I can give you a brochure if you wish." She was dismissive. Stephen wished once again that he had respectable clothes. "My mistake," he said, "not a Nuebot I meant my Nuebody." At her sceptical look, he added, "Someone left it to me in their will. I made an appointment yesterday." "Oh, my sympathies Sir. Do you have Your Nuebody's NCI number?" He handed over the paper from the folder. She said, "Oh, it's an F." "Is that a problem?" he asked. "No, Ma'am," she replied professionally. He felt his cheeks burn. "If you do not want your Nuebody repaired, serviced or customized, Ma'am we can have you calibrated and given the induction tutorial this morning. You should have your CORTEX,that is your calibration card, before lunch. Once that is done, you can use your Nuebody as soon as you slot the card in the rig." He nodded meekly. Four hours later, back at Lucy's Unit. He found it was not that easy. It took a good hour checking and attaching the life support supplements capsule, a device the size of a small suitcase with connectors all down one side. Only then did he strip and lie back in the rig. He needed three minutes to pick up the courage to press activate. As the life support engaged, everything became fuzzy until a notice appeared across his vision You are now embodied in a Nuebody. Your biological body will need to be physically checked every 10 days. Your Nuebody will function reliably within approximately 3.7 miles of the rig. Be aware that outside this range you may experience involuntary reversion. To initiate a voluntary return. Make sure your Nuebody is in a safe location and subvocalise the phrase "Original Body Reversion" three times. Reversion like embodiment can take up to three hours to complete more if the Nuebody is not adjacent to the pod. He found himself sat next to the rig. It felt great, light and supple, full of energy. He bound to his feet and skipped forward a step, stopping as his breasts bounced on his chest. Oh God, he had done it. This was real. The urge to switch back to his previous body was immense. Instead, he moved one of the new hands. It slipped over his, her... the crotch. The other hand cupped a breast. Too uncertain to explore her sex further. Stephen instead headed to the hangers. Lucy seemed to have owned a lot of dresses, but eventually, Stephen picked out leggings and a jogging top in which to venture outside. Around the block, he thought, just to see what it is like. At the first junction there were contractors eating as they sat on scaffolding to his right. He was just about to turn towards them when he heard the first wolf whistle. Not wanting to get close to them, he kept on straight, breaking into a jog. Two blocks, he decided, not one. Finding jogging easy, he sped up. When he finally turned, he spotted Hawkins Garage Services on the other side of the road. He paused to look. The name seemed familiar. Then he saw Peter Applin leaving, so he ducked into the Cafe he had stopped outside. Stephen found himself in a pleasant independent coffee shop, called the Jackalope Cafe and joined the queue. It had taken ages for the technicians to calibrate tastes and smells. Time to test them out. When he got to the front of the queue he said, "Black please, and a Danish." then he added, "Shit!" The server looked shocked. "Sorry," said Stephen as the whole cafe peered over at the foul-mouthed young lady. "I forgot my money." A voice he recognized came from behind him. "Stephanie, I thought I recognized you. Let me pay." It was the lawyer. "Mr Applin, No, thank you, It's very kind But..." "Please, it's Peter, don't be silly. It's only a coffee. Go on, have a salted caramel latte. My treat." Customers who were not eyeing Stephens tight clothing appreciatively let their gaze rest on the dapper advocate with his mature looks and athletic body. Stephen found himself being guided to a sofa by a hand on the small of his back, uncomfortably aware that the contact was skin to skin. Peter murmured, "I knew you would try it. Who could resist?" Stephen sipped dubiously at the froufrou latte as they sat in a quiet corner. Neither wished for other customers" attention. Stephen squirmed, while Peter looked relaxed and in control. Peter asked, "So have you tried..." Stephen interrupted hurriedly, "I have not tried anything. I just changed and came straight out. I wanted to find out if I could pass." "Hmm, pass?" Peter inspected him, then said, "No makeup for a start. It's doable for a jogger, but with the young fashion template dresses you have, it will jar. The hair, pull it back into a ponytail when you jog. That's what joggers do. Oh and," he reached over and ran his hand up the inside of Stephen's leg. "Stop manspreading." He was squeezing Stephen's thigh now. "Cross your legs elegantly. You had some nice clothes on that rack, Steffi. You could be a pretty little thing, well not so little," Peter's gaze rested on the jogging top for a moment. Stephen's cheeks burned. He lifted the leg closest to Peter and turned aside as he pulled it free of Peter and crossed it over the other. Peter nodded approvingly, "Better." "My name is not Steffi," hissed Stephen. "You want me to call you Stephen?" Peter made his voice carry for the name. A pair of cops looked up from their pastries. "No, please." "Let's keep Stephanie for the evening dresses. It's too elegant for someone who's not wearing makeup, what have you been doing." His eyebrows moved as he asked, "Did you?" "No, Nothing! I went straight out. I didn't. I didn't touch myself." Stephen stumbled to a halt. He could feel his ears burning. "You are, blushing," said Peter, "how cute." "I'm black, I don't..." Oh God, Stephen turned hunting for a reflection and seeing a red-faced Steffi looked back at Peter and mumbled, "I'm a girl." "And an innocent one, it seems. How are you finding it?" "Overwhelming." Peter considered this and said, "Mistake, huh? I can understand that. Do you want a lift, so you can jump back?" "No, I can walk," then, remembering the contractors Stephen added, "Maybe." Peter nodded. "It's good to be cautious. You are not six foot plus of black muscle anymore, if you prefer, call a cab. I will be happy to pay." Stephen paused before saying, "Steffi isn't a bad name and you are a respectable lawyer who did me a solid, Would you mind driving me back?" Peter stood and unthinkingly proffered his hand to the girl on the low sofa. She barely hesitated before using it to help herself up, leaving the untasted danish. When they returned to the unit, Peter listened as the girl spoke. "The thing is," said Steffi, choosing her words, "I don't want to change back. I mean, I do. I do, of course, but as you said, who wouldn't try a Nuebody? If I jump back now, I will feel like a coward. It was only wolf whistles, and I ran," she paused wondering, "I actually did, I ran. Stephen would never have fled. He'd confront them." She opened the unit door and ushered Peter inside. They both went straight to the rig. Peter said, "He doesn't strike me as a runner." Steffi grimaced she remembered when Stephen had last run but she said "Not from them or the Ladeez, that is for sure. The thing is, I wondered if you would hold my hand." Peter watched Steffi cringe at her wording. "I don't... what I meant was could you just tell me if I'm wrong. That stuff about makeup and so on, what to wear. How to behave." Peter liked how uncertain the new girl looked. It was plain cute. He said, "I am not an expert but I know how I like my girls to look, How long do you expect to be in that body, anyway?" "Um, I might try it till Monday, when the money comes through, I'm stuck here until I get it." Peter grunted, "I will see what I can do." He opened his phone and wandered over to the clothes rack. "Hello? Babs, who did Jayne's wedding makeup? I have a girl here who needs... No, she's not appearing in court. Ok, thanks. Meet up soon." He picked something from one of the hangers. "Wear this." Steffi looked doubtful. "Over your uh, chest. It's a yoga running thingy. What? I don't know what they call them." It most resembled a silk kite with no frame. Stephen hesitated, then self-consciously headed into the restroom to try it. When he worked out how to get it on, the strings turned out to be the back of a loose fitting top that concealed Steffi's bosom and midriff. He made Steffi turn slowly in front of the mirror. It definitely needed the Sports bra under it. Without that, her side boob would be epic but at least now the people in front of her might look a bit higher. He paused, peering at her reflected backside. No wonder the contractors had been whistling. He went out to find Peter. Talking to himself as he sorted the clothes rack, "Club, club, party, formal, party, slut, everyday, soccer mom, business, party, um, God knows. Steffi, cover up that rig, please. It's hard thinking of you as a lady with the black Adonis of truth behind me." Peter nodded to himself as Steffi used bed linen as dustcovers. She would, he decided, be a good housewife. As she finished, Peter held his phone out to her. "There's the beauty place. See if you can make an appointment for tomorrow morning. No, for today If you can. I want to take you out tonight." "Take me out? I am not gay..." Steffi started. Peter raised his hand and said, "I am helping you. Right this minute I should be in my office working. You have already said going out alone is scary, but you don't want to runaway from the experience. I am not a monster. You need someone to rescue you if things go wrong. I am that guy. You will gain experience and I be seen with a good-looking girl. If you are confident. You can go hang in the dyke bars safe from men and I will leave. Just say the word. I only thought you would be eating instant ramen alone tonight. When could have beef wellington and find out how to be a woman in the real world." Stephen wondered if Peter had looked at his supplies and said, "If I change my mind we stop. OK?" Peter handed over the phone and said, "OK." At A Touch of Beauty, Jacqui asked what the event was. "A dinner at, err, I don't what it's called. Peter said they served Beef Wellington," replied Stephen. "Oh, upmarket." "Yes, Peter said I should look like a Stephanie." "That sounds like a wisecrack." "He says Stephanie is a name for someone in evening wear." "Ha, he might be right." "Now colors? What will you have on?" Stephen pulled out Lucy's phone and called, "Hello Peter? What color dress will I be wearing?" Peter paused, then said, "Oh, it's Steffi. They will think you are an escort if you ask questions like that. It's a dark red dress, nothing slutty." Stephen glanced up at the beautician's face and said, "You could be right. Thanks." Then he ended the call and told the beautician, "Peter picked out the dress. I'm not an escort." She laughed. "Escorts know how to apply makeup, hun. We do courses if you are interested. Uh, cosmetics courses not... Oh, maybe I should stop digging." She changed the subject. "Would you like me to put your hair up? Princess Stephanie?" "Don't worry no one will say anything if you act strangely," said Peter as they entered. "The Hideaway is a private club they are used to it." This only made Stephen more uncomfortable. Stephen wished he could say he did not really want this. He did not want to be a girl. That he was being hunted and needed to hide. It was a disguise, that was all, a disguise. The only one that might work, but how could he tell Peter the truth? Instead, he pretended he wanted to try being a woman and leaned forward as Peter attached long dangling earrings. Stephen shook his head, Steffi's head. The pendants brushed her neck sensuously as she straightened. Peter had glanced down her shifting breasts as she moved. But now smiled. "I like the French plait," he said, "you look every inch a Stephanie." Stephen was strangely proud for a moment. Before Stephen could think of a response, a black lady came over to their table. "Hello Peter. You have a new niece? Won't you introduce us?" She stood looking down at Stephanie's breasts with a knowing smile. Peter laughed. "Hello Harlow. This is Stephanie Green, I offered to teach her a few things." "I'll bet. Remember Stephanie, he is a lawyer. He is as good as his word, but he will hold you to the small print. Come along, Dave." She headed for her table as her diffident companion murmured something polite and followed her. Stephen had felt an urge to cover Steffi's breasts at Harlow's gaze. Steffi's dress was tight fitting, with a high hemline and a low cut. Stephen wondered how much worse the slutty dresses had been. Peter had insisted too on a garter belt and stockings, but no brassiere. Nuebody breasts apparently never drooped so a bra would just spoil her decolletage. Stephen was getting tired of the fancy words and the stockings felt weird. Peter watched Steffi shift as she ate. She was rubbing her thighs together, then opened them wide. "Steffi, girls just don't do that. It's like your legs want to chew someone up." He paused, considering, "Stephanie, did you put your panties on over your garters?" She looked up with puppy eyes and he added impulsively, "Have you touched yourself yet?" She shook her head silently. "Good girl, I want you to resist the urge till Monday. Until then, you can be one of my girls. No sex till I say so. Now your panties, take them off." Peter sighed at Stephanie's expression. "You do want who you are to remain your secret, don't you?" Her eyes widen as if he had slapped her. "You wouldn't!" "Go to the restroom. Ask the ma"tre d'h?tel for some scissors. Cut your panties off and bring them to me. It will stop you grinding and manspreading. The way you sit gives it all away. Do that and I promise not to tell anyone who you are." "The maitre d'?" "I told you, it's a private club, now go!" He clapped his hands like a teacher starting a child into motion, and Steffi moved. She approached the front of house nervously. Before she said a word, the ma"tre d" smiled politely and discretely handed her some scissors. In the cubicle. Stephanie's hand ran over the tight dress, feeling her panties. She wondered if they showed through. She rolled the tight fitting dress up. The steel scissors were cold as she snipped the panties. Steffi's fingers slipped over her pubic hair. Stephen was tempted to thrust Stephanie's fingers into her pussy just because Peter had said not to but at the thought of the staff's knowing looks if Steffi took too long-headed straight back, trying to conceal the panties in her hand. Waiters glanced over some seemingly casual, some openly smiling. They all knew. Peter looked up. "Next time Stephanie, don't forget your purse. You left it on the table. You should take it everywhere." He held out his hand, and she gave him the panties. He caught her fingers and bent to kiss them, sniffing them first.'Good girl." As if they were a dirty napkin he tossed the panties onto the plate his amuse-bouche had been on and a waiter whisked them away. Harlow smiled across at them as she and her companion watched from their table. The rest of the meal went quietly. The food was good and Peter enjoyed working on Steffi. It would, he thought, take a bit of work to turn her into a Stephanie, She was both too careful about doing the right thing. And to unsure about what the right thing was. It would be fun training her. It was a kind of cute when she acted like a man. It seemed obvious to him that she was going to stay a woman even after the money came through. He hoped he got to fuck her. It had been a long time since he had had a virgin. What, he thought, could be more virgin than someone who had not even been a girl until a few days ago? "Shall we go to the bar before we leave, Stephanie, maybe have some cocktails?" he asked. "You won't get me drunk," she replied. "My brain is in the rig with my real body." He stroked her bare shoulder. "Right now this is your real body Steffi, don't give yourself away. Now come on." As she stood up, she pulled her skirt down as much as she could. It was such a feminine move. He had been right to make her take her panties off. At the bar Peter insisted Steffi sit on a high stool, smirking as she clamped her thighs together after nearly flashing a waiter, then ordered a single malt for himself and a strawberry mojito for the lady. When Harlow came to join them trailed by Dave, Peter said, "You spotted her then Harlow." "Of course a FCBGHXGF five ten with custom work, besides I sold that ando to Lucy." Harlow turned to Steffi. "I presume you are a relative, dear? My condolences. Here is my card if you ever need to sell." "Harlow is an Android dealer, Nuebodies, Nuebots, Argoforms, Branbodies, you know the sort of thing bots droids and andos. She provides the rich with their toys," explained Peter. "I suppose Dave here is one of them?" "Yes, Dave is my toy at the moment but I expect to sell him on. I will have to get a replacement," she replied. Steffi looked at Dave curiously, Stephen had never seen an embodied AI before. They were supposed to be stupid just good for for routine tasks and sex. Dave resembled Idris Elba in his prime. Well, he thought, I guess not all bimbobots are female. What did that say about Harlow? He looked back at her. Misunderstanding Steffi's expression Harlow said, "Don't worry, Hun, even doctors aren't able to spot a Nuebody without a thorough physical. I specialize. Just give it three or four months so you forget how a man does things and no one will ever guess that you were not born a woman." Philip cupped Steffi's ass as he helped her into the taxi. He loved the way it moved under his hand, how he could feel the slim line of the garter through the dress and the way the dress slid over the smooth skin. she said nothing as he sat next to her. He put his hand on her knee. "You can part your legs a little," he said, "just don't flash the driver." He took his hand away. Being too forceful too early was a good way to frighten a virgin away. "I thought we could find a club," he said. So we can see how you are at dancing. Her expression changed his mind. "No hurry, we can do it another time. We will find somewhere else for now." Stephen felt Peter's hand slide down Steffi's back and on to the curve of her buttock yet again as he guided her into the Karaoke lounge. What was the word women used? Handsy, Peter was handsy, a lot too handsy. Dancing had been a worry, but this was no better. He almost wished the drinks Peter was plying Steffi with had an effect. He needed a stiff one right now. Peter smiled as Steffi worked her way through another cosmopolitan, and he flipped through the selections. "Ah, here we go," he said, "come on, Stephanie let's see what you can do." His hand slid along the side of her firm young breast as he guided her to the little stage with its microphone, and spoke briefly to the emcee. The compere announced, "This will be fun. Ladies and gentleman, Steffi is going to tell you the best thing about being a woman!" Stephen felt the blush go deep. Would it show through the makeup? Steffi's voice was uncertain at first but she was surprisingly melodic staying in tune where Stephen would have been lost. This gave Steffi a confidence Stephen had never had. Before she was halfway through, Steffi was swinging her butt like a professional. Thrusting her chest out at the audience so she could project. Peter applauded with everyone else when his date finished, then laughed when she said, "So the best part of being a woman is coloring your hair. Do me a favor. Let me choose my own song." She flipped rapidly through the options. Then pointed to That Don't Impress Me Much. As she sang, she singled out Peter, making it clear to her audience who it was that failed to impress. He took it in good spirit. Her sudden diffidence when she sang about being kept warm in the middle of the night was cute. Poor little virgin, he thought. I will show you what it feels like. Then he stepped up to take his turn at the mike. The song had shaken Stephen he thought about it as he sipped a strawberry mojito. He had been Steffi for a few minutes on that little stage. Not stuck in her body pretending, not being pushed into acting like a woman by Peter, not resenting men's gazes as they slipped over her curves, but simply singing, performing, enjoying her voice, just being Steffi. Then she had sung about what sort of man she wanted and... Before the thought could finish, a black guy sat next to Steffi and touched her arm. "Hi, Great song, very sexy!" he said. She jumped, startled, and an ice cube left her glass to disappear between her breasts. "Oh shit!" Steffi jiggled, her nipples hardening. She looked up to see the man staring down at the ice lodged between her breasts. As the man picked up a napkin, Stephen grabbed the ice cube. No way was a strange man going anywhere near her breasts, napkin or no napkin. Without thinking, she popped it into her mouth and heard the man grunt softly as she licked her fingers. He held out the napkin. She took it and looking down she started dabbing. "Yes, can I help you?" Peter was back. He loomed over the man, looking tall and ridiculously handsome. "I, just came over to say I liked her singing." "And to spill her drink?" "Uh no, maybe I should just go." "I think so," Peter said, nodding curtly. Peter watched Steffi smile at the man's attempts to hide his erection behind his glass as he left. "You like what you see, Steffi?" "I wasn't..." "You were looking you fancy him. You were showing him your breasts, for goodness" sake. "I was just drying them. I was wet." "I bet you were wet your nipples are hard," he said. Steffi shifted and said, "I am not wet," but she had moistened the moment Peter had mentioned it. She managed not to check if her nipples showed. She could feel them hard against the dress. "Steffi dear, it's all right to fancy men. You are a woman, after all." "I'm not a..." But Peter put his finger to her lips. "I understand, I know you did not mean to act like a slut but it's only natural you want some black given your background. Just don't flirt with someone else when you're on a date." Steffi sagged and said, "Can we just go? I want to revert. It has been a long day." "It's not worth reverting, is it? It will be nearly six in the morning before you finish, and then you will have to swap back again. Sleep in that body.. Do you have a hotel?" At her look Peter said, "Never mind honey, I have a spare bed, lets go." ______________________________________________________________________ Stephen spread his arms out as he awoke.he was feeling well rested and comfortable at last. It was so much better than waking in a car. his hand curved over Jazmin's sex. He smiled and curved a finger in. She was already wet. He shifted, aroused feeling a hand cupping him but cupping what exactly? He opened his eyes, trying to orientate. There was no Jazmin. He was Steffie, her fingers curving gently into the warmth of her own naked pussy as she looked around at the bedroom. She lay there alone, able to think at last without someone telling her what she was, what she should do. Telling her what being a woman, or pretending to be a woman was all about. It was strange being Steffi. Lying down like this, relaxed, doing nothing, Stephen could think like he always did. In such moments he could make his Nuebody move and talk while thinking Stephen thoughts. when things were happening, it was different. Then it felt awkward and scary being Stephen in Steffi's body. Doing things took so much attention there was none left to think. It was like doing math while singing and being examined in both. Perhaps if he took it slowly. Stephen was finally relaxed enough to dare explore. He pushed Steffie's finger into the wetness, moving it in and out, feeling. Then, oh so slowly, Steffi started moving her hips, opening herself and enjoying the touch. Her hips started to move rhythmically, and she gave the faintest of moans. She pushed back the bedclothes and looked at her reflection as she slides fingers into herself. God, she looked as if any moment now she might spread for a black cock or a giant dildo like some bitch in a porn video. No wonder Peter thought her a slut. Stephen could just imagine... The finger thrust deep as Stephen visualized a big black cock pushing into his mouth. No, that was wrong. It should be his big black cock pushing into the girl but the fingers in Steffi pussy overruled him. Right now he was the girl. He was Steffi. There was no cock just a pussy full of fingers. Steffi's mouth was an O. She was a virgin imagining sucking porn size black cock as she slide her fingers inside herself. There was a loud clatter of falling pans and Steffi pulled her fingers out with a guilty start. "Sorry about that noise. I hope I did not wake you. Eggs OK for breakfast?" Peter called through the door. "I will be out in a minute," Steffi squeaked guiltily suddenly remembering him telling her not to play with herself. "I am heading for the shower. Eggs are fine." It took her longer than she expected. The long blonde hair hanging down her back would never have dried if she had not found a brush and hair dryer. As Steffi stepped out into the kitchen the doorbell rang. Peter nodded towards a door while he juggling plates and pans and asked her to get it. Steffi found her way to the front door and opened it to find a woman holding a police badge. Stephen felt exposed. He had been found out. Any second now the detective would realize that he was Stephen. This fake body would fool nobody. "Detective Gartner, Ma'am, could I speak to Peter Applin. We have been trying to contact him and are growing concerned. There is a murderer on the lose." "Um-mm," the pause seemed to last forever. Then Peter appeared. "Oh the police, go and have your eggs Steffi before they get cold." Stephen just stood there till Peter asked again. Then ducked behind the door. Peter satisfy himself the detective was not there to cause problems then invite her in to the kitchen for coffee. Without being asked Steffi poured the detective a coffee. "Sorry, sir," said the officer, "I tried to contact you at your office yesterday and when you were not there at your usual start time today I grew concerned." "No problem officer," Peter replied. "What was it exactly that you wanted to talk to me about?" "A private detective said you asked him to trace a Stephen Brewster. Has Mr Brewster contacted you?" she asked. Stephen started to panic it would take three or four hours to disengage from Steffi. There was no way he could run. What could he do? His brain raced. Behind the detective Steffie's eyes widen. "Please no" she mouthed at Peter. Remembering the earlier fantasy she brought a hand up to her mouth. Praying the policewoman would not look she mimed sucking a cock, making a silent promise to Peter. "Why yes, we spoke yesterday. Do you want me to ask him to contact you', said Peter smiling reassuringly at Steffi. In spite of his threats yesterday there was no way he would embarrass the girl by revealing who she was. "No sir, If you could just let us have his contact details," said the policewoman. "I am afraid that it would not be appropriate for me to give you those. Mr Brewster is my client. I will let him know you want to talk to him." "No! Please sir, don't tell him anything. Here if there is anything you think you can tell me give me a call." She handed him a business card. Peter looked at Steffi, who ran her tongue over her lips and tried to look sultry, then said, "Well if that's all officer. Let me show you out." Returning to the kitchen Peter said to Steffi. "I was not going to out you. Only a cad and bounder would do that to a girl, besides I promised," he said. Then imitating Steffi's mimed blow job he added, "Was that an offer?" Steffi went pale. "I uh wasn't serious," she said. He looked disappointed and said, "I did not think you would be a cocktease, Steffi." "I am not, it's just... I never, I don't. It's got bad associations." Peter nodded. "You are a virgin." At her look, he held up a hand and amended, "I meant you haven't done it before. Well, there's only one cure for that and it isn't saying no." Steffi sighed. "Harlow said you would hold me to a deal." Her voice shook. Very aware that Peter could call the cops if he was not happy She tried to smile and moved from her chair to the floor. "Remember," she said her voice quavering as she unzipped him, "I'm a virgin, Don't be nasty." Peter sighed theatrical and put his arms behind his back. Somehow comforted by this vague evidence that he was not going to throat fuck her. She stroked his penis, her hands shaking as she watched it grow. Her eyes were round "You are bigger than..." She kept stroking him then looked up. "It's the biggest cock I ever saw on a white guy." He laughed. "Are you sure you never did this before? You know all the lines." At his look, She leaned forward and touched her tongue to the damp tip, tasting. She looked astonished and pulled back her head to speak. "No, Steffi it is time to keep your word," said Peter and shifted so his cock moved towards Steffi's mouth. Stephen never felt so male as he did just then. This was not right. No real man would do this he thought, and still he ran Steffi's tongue around the rim of Peter's cockhead. Finding the little V with her tongue she started sliding her tongue tip against it. There was a soft moan as Peter told Steffi how good it felt. Damn right it feels good, thought Stephen, I know exactly what a man wants. Right now he wants the bitch to look up at him and smile and then swallow him straight down. With that though Steffi looked up and smiled and took Peter into her mouth. What was that taste? Her resolution broke and instead of taking Peter's cock straight into her throat like a porn star. Steffi slid it over her teeth and into her cheek which bulged obscenely as she pressed against Peter's cock with her tongue. Peter made a noise and brought his hands around from behind his back placing one on Steffi's head. Suddenly Stephen felt trapped inside Steffi He was about to get throat fucked. Steffi's head moved from side to side signaling a no. Peter made a sound as his cock moved over her teeth. and his hand gripped her head. "Gently', he said then reluctantly put his hands behind himself once more. There were tears in Steffi's eyes. Not wanting him to grab her head again . Steffi did all that she could to please him stroking his shaft using her tongue and, ever so gently, her teeth. His cock felt hot in her mouth not just warm, hot. Steffi was using every trick that Stephen had ever liked, wishing Stephen had paid more attention to how the girls had done it. Stephen had dreaded this, had thought it would taste of piss and sweat and old semen. Instead, it was sweet and salty like... she felt Peter shift. She felt him ready himself and remembered how many times Stephen had told some bitch to swallow. Now it was Steffi's turn. A perverse pride kicked in. She would swallow. She might have failed to deep throat himbut she would swallow. Peter watched the girl's eyes widen as he felt his balls tighten. She knew. He wanted to grip her head, to push himself deep in her mouth, but she was scared, instead, he grunted, "Please, take it, just take it." You could tell a lot about a girl by the way she took her first cock. He met Steffi's eyes. She looked frightened. Somehow resisting the urge to thrust. He held himself as still as he could and he came. Peter's semen hit the roof of Steffi's mouth and to her astonishment, she came. She came in a great wave that started from the semen hitting the back of her mouth moving down her throat and up over her tongue to her lips over her lips and face till it enveloped her whole body. She gasped, coming, tasting every squirt feeling his cock start to slide out of her mouth She licked her lips, then swirled her tongue around his still hard cock, tasting the last of him as her orgasm slowly faded. "I... came," she said, "I came." "I told you that you are extensively customized," said Peter "I guess your cousin did not want her lovers coming and leaving her hanging." He watched as Steffi tongue unthinkingly sought out a fleck of semen on her face. Her eyes widening as it extended her fading orgasm. "Tastes good huh?" he asked and pressed his softening cock against her mouth. Steffi slowly licked him clean her orgasm extending as she took in each drop. It tasted of something familiar but was nothing like she expected. She told herself she wanted to distract Peter from thinking about the implications of the policewoman's questions. So like a good little girl she sucked and nuzzled his cock clean. Her eyes locked on his face like a puppy. Every lingering drop of cum sending a wave of pleasure through her. After Peter tucked his cock away Steffi accepted his offer to drive her back to the unit on his way to an appointment. As they approached the unit she spotted the policewoman looking at Stephen's car. Hurriedly she asked him to drop her at the Jackalope Cafe instead. Absently he agreed and drove the extra block. As she moved to get out of the car, he caught her thigh. "If you want more practice at being a woman I should be free about 2 o'clock," he said. Not knowing what to say she nodded and went in to the cafe. The server greeted her with an, "I remember, salted caramel latte?" The black guy ahead of her turn to see who was behind him smiled and said. "Let me pay. We met last night." Stephen had never been treated like this. Unsure of the etiquette Steffi simply acquiesced and allowed herself to be lead, latte in hand, to the same sofa she had shared with Peter. She was still in clubbing clothes and could feel the eyes of strangers concluding she had spent the night in a strangers bed. It was only when they sat that she recognized him. "You're the guy who came to our table." "Yeah, I'm Lester. I didn't mean anything. I was just going to ask if you wanted to perform at my new club. Your man got super protective." "Peter is not my man. It's just it was my first night out like this." "Like this?" "Like this." She hesitated then waved vaguely. "I am in a Nuebody." "Wow, so he's like your Grandson or something?" "Uhh..." He held up his hand. "I know. Its none of my business. It doesn't matter if you were in a Crash or too old to walk or whatever before you became an Ando, you are what you look like now," he looked her over, "a woman with a great voice." Steffi sighed. "It does not feel that simple," she said. He nodded and asked, "How's that?" Steffi was damned if she was going say she was a man. So she said, "I'm Black." "Whoa! And you chose white?" "No, it's the only body I could get." While Lester thought about this Steffi sipped her coffee. What was that taste? "Oh God! I'll come," She closed her eyes as she spoke, expecting the orgasm that the taste had triggered earlier. She opened them a second later to Lester's amused smile. "That good," he asked. "The taste," she said, "when I swallowed Peter's come. It was salted caramel latte." As she spoke she felt herself turn red. "Err my NueBody is customized." "Well I guess Peter isn't your grandson," he commented, "but you sure chose white." "I would have sucked his cock no matter what color he was." She protested, loud enough to turn a few heads. She felt like she was glowing her cheeks were so hot. "Damn,I shouldn't have said that. It was meant as joke," said Lester. As he continued to apologize Steffi realized that Lester thought he had just blown his chances of getting in her panties. Not that she had any panties on. She sipped her latte then, to change the subject, asked, "This singing gig is it paid?" Lester perked up. "Singing? You will have to prove yourself, 30 dollars for an hour set till you do. But there are other opportunities to make money. Its best if I show you. We are just down the street." He lead her out to a side door. "You can let yourself in to the staff lobby the code is #2468*." he typed it in. Once the door is closed behind us someone should buzz us through into the club. The girls need somewhere safe to wait, you know in case there's a creep. I can do it with my phone. "The inner door opened and he led her through. "Welcome to Rack City," he said gesturing at the empty club. "You're kidding me. It's a strip club?" Lester said, "Thirty to three hundred dollars an hour main stage, Strictly no public nudity off stage. There are private rooms for dancers, you get the client to pay for a keycard and we split the take at the end of the night." "What do they do in there?" "There is a notice but the only rules that count are: One, It's no one else's business what the dancers do, two, Security will be there if a girl needs them, and three, never blow a cop without my say so," He replied. At her look he added, "You can stay respectable and only sing on the main stage if you want but you might want to start wearing panties." Steffi groan. How the fuck was she going to keep a low profile walking past the cops dressed like this? She interrupted his talk of sets list to ask if she could borrow a coat to wear back to her unit. "Storage unit? Sure. I will walk you there." When they got to the parking lot, Detective Gartner's voice, drifted across. "It's lucky, a cop I know told me they were looking for this plate. she said something about a rape and murder in California." That was odd but more importantly Gartner was facing them. Steffi moved to Lester's other side side and grabbed his arm. She hugged him to keep her face out of the policewoman's sight. "Thank you Lester!" She pulled him towards the unit keeping him between herself and the cops. Steffi cringed when Lester waved at one of them. "Here." She unlocked the unit and stepped in. Lester followed. She barely remembered to switch the lights on before shutting the door on the cops. Then she went over to pick out the letter saying her cousin's belonged to Stephen so she could pick it up. She needed it and some photo id. Shit, how was Stephen going to get past the cops outside? There was no way the garage would give the car to Steffi. She went over to the little security console to check the police on the outside camera. Lester who was looking around at the furniture and racks of clothes asked, "What's this place?" "My storage till I get a new apartment," said Steffi. "This looks different," said Lester walking toward the sheets that hid Stephen's rig. No, she had to distract him. "Lester?" There was a quaver in Steffi's voice that made him pause and look. She slowly lifted her dress to reveal her naked pussy. "Do you think this will taste like Pumkin Spice?" His voice was suddenly deep and gruff. "It looks more like a Georgia peach." He advanced on her as she backed into the big sofa. He parted her legs and cupped her pussy feeling his finger slip between her folds. "You are so wet." "Just the thought and I am ready." It was true,another of cousin Lucy's customizations. He knelt, his fingers slid along her pussy opening her as he watching her lips get puffy. When her clit peeked out he touched it with his tongue. Then as she moaned he ran his tongue down her parted cleft and into her. Steffi had felt disgusted when she had sucked Peter's cock. She had tried not to show it but it had felt unnatural. Deep inside she was a man. The climax had been an unexpected shock. This was different, not disgusting, not wrong, just weird. She put her hands on his head. And looked down at him. This was how a pussy was supposed to feel. She moved with his tongue. It was strange but Stephen had felt strange the first time a girl, Jazmin, had sucked him. It had been new, a bit scary, an experiment just as this was. Lester brought his tongue back up from her pussy hole, She held Lester tightly, feeling his fingers slowly push into her pussy. They moved in and out as his tongue slid around her clit. She gasped, "Gently," and gripped his hair. There was no sharp triggered orgasm catching her by surprise this time. Just a rising feeling of expectation. The sound of his fingers moving in her the feeling of pressure building. Then it burst and she came, her hands writhing in his hair. The warm waves moving through her. Lester stood, lifting the dress over her head as he did so, pushing her back onto the sofa while her head was lost in the dress. Then it was off. She sprawled naked apart from her heels. He slowly opened his pants. Steffi stared at his hard dick. "Time to show that you like black cock, Steffi," he said pushing her into position and guiding himself between her legs. Lester must have liked the same porn as Stephen because when he had come he pushed her down to lick his cock clean. Every taste prolonged her orgasm, until he finally he pushed her off and said, "Enough, I guess it's true what they say about how Andos can't say no because they want to catch up on all the sex they missed." "I don't think anyone ordering their ideal body asks for a low sex drive," said Steffi. Lester watched her dress. "God you look sexy. Do you want that singing gig, you would wow them." When Steffi arrived at Peter's office she was dressed like a soccer mom, in boyfriend jeans and a plaid shirt with sensible boots, "Glad you could make it, Steffi," said Peter. "Now straight to the point. The police are looking for Stephen. Why, whats this about?" "I found him with my girl, His name was Sam Drucker," Steffi replied. "He was... He was raping her, I guess. He had a gun to her head. She was sucking his cock." I said, "Jazmin!" She jerked her head up, it must have knocked the gun. There was blood everywhere. Her head it was," she paused to swallowed, "ruined. Sam was lying there watching the blood shoot out of where he used to have a cock. It was like a god damned fountain. I turned and ran. It was three days before I found out he was an undercover cop. I have a record. I am black. I have no fucking hope." Peter sat looking at her for what seemed an age. "As your lawyer I advise you to accompany me to the station. Tell the truth and wait for justice." "He's still alive. They invalided him out. It's my word against his," Steffi was wailing. Peter held up his hand. "That's my legal advice. Not my personal opinion. Now what do you really want to do?" "I just want to live quietly, as Steffi, I can do that." "Mmmmph, as a woman?" "Whatever it takes." "No, more bad ass gangster?" "Just a woman." She fought back the urge to sob. Peter paused then said, "What can I do?" # # # To move the rig they would have to unplug it and that meant they would have to revive Stephen. "So how do we get him out of the Industrial Unit while the cops are parked outside" asked Steffi back at Peter's Office, Then she went quiet. "What is it?" "I am Stephen, I said him. I should have said me." "Thats a good sign. You have to be Steffi all the time" "No. You don't understand." "You will get used to it." "I can't do it." "You can, remember yesterday? No one noticed a thing." "I am Stephen!" "He is who you were, not who you are going to be." "It's wrong." "Sorry. Look you are stuck as Steffi, for a week or so, until the police presence dies down. It's best if you don't get connected to the unit, so stay with me. The detective has already seen us together. Lets use that. It's better if she does not think you were a one night stand. What better cover than lovers. If anyone asks we have been seeing each other since March. Long before Stephen showed.You were here. he was in California." Steffi really wanted to revert, to return to Stephen's body and just sit drinking black coffee or whiskey. Instead, because of the cover Peter had worked out. She found herself manning (manning!) the desk as a temporary receptionist while he was out. Looking back it seemed that most of the time she did not think of Steffi as having a sex. She was just someone walking or talking or driving. With someone else around things were different. She would answer to Steffi and would try to act naturally but Steffi was an act. It was Stephen who, humiliated, had pretended to enjoy sucking Peter's cock, Stephen who had been even more humiliated by the orgasms, and now it was Stephen who was feeling Steffi growing wet. With Lester it had been better Steffie had felt more in control. at least at first. Shit, She had never even masturbated properly and already two men had used her. Feminists were right. Men were bastards. Except she had offered herself to them. She was the one who fucked them so they would do what she wanted. Whatever! If she could not be Stephen for a while then she was going to have to work out what it was to be Steffi. She unbuttoned her jeans. This time she was alone. She would be the one in control. Peter returned with a suitcase of Lucy's clothes and took Steffi to the garage where he could tell them that there had been a change of plan and Steffi was picking up the car. When they arrived the woman at reception, inevitably, it seemed to Steffi, was talking on the phone about Detective Gartner. "What do you mean you have not heard of her? She has a police surveillance vehicle hitched up to our power and water in RV services. It's a Holiday Rambler. I just want to know who to bill." Stranger and stranger. They headed back to Peter's home in separate cars. He put Steffi's suitcase in the spare bedroom. Then tossed a pair of her panties onto his bedroom floor. "Because of course we share a bed." He paused. "It should look that way at least. Sleep where you want." Steffi looked around the room, something was wrong, then it hit her. The bed had obviously only had one person sleeping in it. No doubt the bed she had slept in would look the same. She made both of them. Peter watched and said,'You are a natural hosewife dear." Somehow she avoided hitting him. They were looking online to see what they could find out about the investigation when the detective knocked. This time Peter spoke to her at the door while Steffi listened out of sight. Gartner wanted him to share the security camera from the camera outside the unit. He refused, telling her that she needed a warrant. That is when she started to beg, "This guy shot someones dick off. He is a murderer. Please, just tell me where he is. I have to catch him soon. Tomorrow will be too late." "He is my client, get a warrant." Steffi saw Peter's eye widen and he backed away from the door. Then a gun poked out as Gartner advanced into the room. Frantically Steffi threw herself at the door. Hoping to catch the detective in it. She slammed it shut only to find herself staring at Gartner's Ruger the woman had step out of the way. Peter launched himself at the Gartner, but again she stepped clear. Her movements fast and graceful. She pulled the trigger. The bullet broke a vase and she stepped backwards along the wall. "Into the lounge now," she ordered. keeping her gun aimed at Steffi. "Now or your bitch gets it first. Is he here?" She tossed some wrist ties to Steffi, rolling her eyes when Steffi fumbled the catch. "Strap his wrists behind him girl." Steffi did as she was told while Detective Gartner asked again where Stephen was. Receiving no answer she said, "Turn around you cunt," to Steffi. She strapped the girls hands behind her back then kicked the back of her leg saying, "Kneel, you too Applin." She looked them over as they knelt there. "That's what I like to see, a girl on her knees," her face twisted. Quick as thought she stepped over to Peter. "Tell me." Her Ruger struck the lawyer's temple. "No don't," yelled Steffi, "I know where he is." Her mind was racing. "He bought an old motorhome he was planning to leave as soon as he got it fixed." Gartner looked at her. Steffi said, "It's at the place by the Jackalope Cafe. Something, Garage, something." "Hawkins Garage Services," said the detective flatly, "get up you two, We are going there now." Her van looked as if it had been chosen for the disposal of bodies and as she drove Gartner was shouting back to them about how Stephen Brewster was an evil bastard who was going to fucking die but it gave Steffi a chance to whisper to Peter. When the van stopped Gartner got out and opened their door. "Show me his RV," she said. "Steffi has not seen it," said Peter. He got out awkwardly arms still bound behind him. Then started to run, only to stagger off balance almost immediately.The detective shouted and ran after him. Steffi slipped out of the van while they were distracted and ran for the Rambler. Ignoring the sounds of struggle she fumbled for the Rambler's connectors. Her hands still tied behind her. There was a shout and she looked up to see Gartner leveling the gun at her. Peter kicked at the womans leg from the floor and rolled into her as she tried to aim. It hardly seemed to effected her. She stood like a rock, lining her gun up. The connector came free. Nothing changed at first and Steffi's heart sank She must have been wrong. Then the gun dropped to the floor and Gartner's body crumpled. Shakily Steffi walked over her hands still bound,to Peter and the body. In a voice totally unlike Gartner's, It was repeating. "Do not be alarmed. This is an Android body. Its pilot has reverted. Please contact California Highway Patrol to initiate a recovery." "No one human could have moved that like," she said shortly, "follow me." They crossed the road and turned, heading down the block. Here Steffi leant forward and pressed the buttons slowly and carefully with her nose. She got it right on her second attempt. They pushed in and the door shut behind them. It was maybe five minutes before the inner door opened. Lester did not look happy. "Steffi, No men come in this entrance ever. Sir I am..." Steffi interrupted, "Lester, help." She turned to show her bonds. "Are these police ties?" he examined them. "Yes, No, I mean it wasn't the police." "Some mad woman tried to kill us," said Peter. "And who the fuck are you," asked Lester. "I am Steffi's Lawyer," said Peter. "You're the guy who was with her last night," said Lester. "That too." "She was trying to track one of Peter's clients," said Steffi thinking fast, "she wanted us to lead him to her so she could kill him. We got away." "Don't call the Police," said Peter, "I need to protect my client. The woman has connections there." "But..." "Please Lester, I would be ever so grateful," Steffi interrupted. Lester sighed and said, "Come through to the kitchen the poultry snips should work." Peter headed out the front way as soon as he was freed telling Steffi quietly that he was going to "tidy up" at the garage. "Don't be long," he commanded Steffi. To Lester's amusement she flipped him off behind his back. She was still in the kitchen trying to answer Lester's questions when a bouncer arrived with two cops. "Hi Lester, We just wanted to know if anyone saw something unusual here? A white Ford transit van maybe," asked one. "There's been a incident." He totally ignored Lester's reply as he eyed Steffi. "You got a new girl," he asked. So much for mom jeans thought Steffi. Steffi said "Lester asked me yesterday." "You want us to audition her?" asked one. "Sorry Bill, not tonight," said Lester. They could not leave. If they headed out now they would be bound to find the Transit and then Peter and Gartner. "Why not, Lester, said Steffi, "I am going to have to take my clothes off sometime." Besides, she thought, Bill had been watching Stephen's car outside the unit earlier. If she was going to stay in town or even get in and out of her lockup she had best convince them she was just a another girl. "A moment please guys," said Lester. He took Steffi aside to speak with her, then returned holding her waist. "This is Steffi, Remember guys, you're her first, be gentle." Steffi looked round the private room nervously as she entered. Lester had not given her a chance to think just telling her that if she went in with these cops they got to do anything they wanted. Her mom jeans were gone. He had stripped her to underwear, a plunging lacy teddy that she had assumed would be her secret.The cops were stood by a long faux leather chesterfield sofa sipping beer. They watched her close the door. The one who had obviously eaten too many donuts in his time said, "She is looking good, Bill. Let's see if she dance. This way Steffi." He indicated the pole. His partner pressed play on the music console. A slow and sultry cover of I Just Want To Make Love To You, started to play. She hid her nerves and sashayed to the pole.They watched critically, pretending to take their role as auditioners seriously. They commented on her performance, great ass, good tits. Apparently she should be wearing makeup and the married one insisted that it should not come off. Perhaps this was going to work. Bill retreated to the sofa. Donuts, continued to stand close as she started to dance. His hand slid over her buttock. It stayed there as she gyrated her hips. "Looking good honey," he said then stepped back, "time to strip." She fumbled as she tried to undo the catches at her crotch biting her lip at the awkwardness. Bill called from the sofa, "Maybe a bra and panties next time honey, and a corset, I like a girl in a corset." She got her teddy free and tossed it into a corner. Trying to look sexy or at least coordinated she moved around the pole. Facing Bill again she leaned back against the pole legs apart hips gyrating. Then slid up and down the pole as it pressed between her ass cheeks. The cops would never think of her as a man now. "Is she ready?" Bill asked. Donuts' hand dipped between her legs. And stayed there. "Wet and willing," he said. "Well bring her over." "Come on honey." Donuts guided her over to the sofa and Bill slipped a finger into her wetness. "She is gagging for it," said Bill in what he thought was a British accent. "Come on babe." Bill guided her so she knelt on the low sofa her arms on its back supporting her. His hands slid up and down from her hips to her waist as he admired the way her round ass narrowed into a tiny waist. "You have a glorious ass." He parted her legs and thrust some fingers into her. Then as Chrissy Hynde sang that she wanted attention and asked someone to give it to her. Bill took off his uniform and Donuts moved behind the sofa sipping a beer so he could watch Steffi's face. Somewhere deep inside her Stephen quailed, but Steffi wriggled her butt to trying to lure Bills fingers back. "God she is a slut," said Donuts, and put some banknotes down on the drinks cabinet. "I think we are going to give you a good grade Steffi." Bills fingers slipped back inside her as she felt the hard cock in his pants slide along her ass cheek. He scooped some juice out of her overflowing pussy and smeared it on her asshole. "Wait," said Steffi, "what are you doing?" A finger pressed against her ass and her eyes grew large making Donuts chuckle. "Is she clean Bill?" he asked. Bill moved his finger in her ass. "I reckon," he said. Lester had said, "Remember what I said about only fucking cops if I say so? Well I say so." And like a fool she had panicked and mumbled her agreement. She hoped her customizations covered her ass. The finger pushed in slowly and she exhaled. Donuts said, "You should see her face Bill. First time Steffi? That's what Bill likes." Steffi looked at the floor. Her ass was so stretched and it was just a finger. Donuts moved to cup her chin and bring her head up, "Look at me Steffi that's it. Don't worry just relax. Bill won't put anything else in till you you are used to it. That's it, thats it." He sounds like he is talking to a horse, no their bitch thought Steffi, as the finger moved in and out. She kept groaning. It still hurt there was no way she could take any more. She needed something to distract her. Her eyes moved down past Donuts" large belly. She heard Bill unzip himself. "Let me suck your cock," she begged looking up at Donuts. "Hear that Bill, she wants to be spit roasted." Donuts shifted, held her head loosely between her hands. "Unzip me girl." Hands shaking she did as he asked and then drew his cock into her mouth. She tasted salted caramel Latte faintly as her tongue sought out any precum and the distraction of the orgasm it promised her. Bill was still aligning himself with her asshole when Donuts thrust deep into her throat. She tried to swallow and it fitted easily. Her throat tighten round it milking it, again and again. like a snake swallowing an egg. What was that old porn film she had heard of, about a woman whose clitoris was in her throat? That was her. She shuddered in orgasm as Donuts griped her head like a vice and said, "Oh fucking hell yes." Then Bill thrust deep into her ass. She would have screamed if she were not distracted with the pleasures of her first deep throat fucking. After the cops had left Steffi dressed slowly. She picked up her phone to read a text from Peter. He had hidden the Ando in the RV. Harlow was on her way. Dave stood watching them discretely as Harlow stripped the android body and examined it with care. she said, "This ando is not legal for civilians it's government stuff. She could pick both of you up hand and sprint a mile. You don't know how lucky you were. I heard a rumor the Californian police had lost one they used for undercover work." Harlow went over and checked the rig ignoring the unconscious guy still in the pod. "Yes this is it. You say the garage thought it was the local cops and just want their bills paid?" She hummed tunelessly then said, "The meat," she nodded towards the still unconscious Sam Drucker, "Must be looking at thirty years for stealing and using that enhanced form plus, uh what? Attempted murder, Rape, assault, fraud, impersonating a police officer, maybe kidnapping..." Her voice trailed away. "I'm not a lawyer." She looked at Peter. He said, "Over 200 years if found guilty." "He is guilty," said Steffi angrily. "Theres no way this can go to trial anyway," said Peter, "you're still a black gangsta who shot a cop's dick off as far as a jury is concerned." Steffi subsided. "Right," said Harlow, "here is what I can do, I will sort out the RV charges with Barbra Hawkins tonight. I know her. The Rambler and its contents will be gone before morning. After that I will have my men move Stephen still in his rig so the cops can't see him. Peter, it can go next to yours in the cellar away from police surveillance." A rig thought Steffi no one he looks like a a movie star but all she said was, "What about, Drucker?" Harlow shrugged. "I will take all the contents." Peter looked uneasy. Harlow added, "I am not going to kill him or anything. He can go overseas." Steffi remembered Peter saying Harlow supplied rich mens toys, and shuddered. You heard things about countries where the conventions on immersive android tech were ignored. Harlow continued. "As for the android. I have half a dozen people looking for an enhanced female escort and bodyguard. Now if you two are happy, Dave can call you a cab. While I get this sorted out. I expect you two are tired." Steffi looked over at Gartner's white van, the police had never found it, her distraction had worked. "The police will be at Peter's," she said, "I am not going back there." "I will have to speak to them. They probably have an APB out for me," said Peter, "we can drop you at a hotel." "Nonsense, she can stay at my place," said Harlow, "it's well within range. Dave can take you there and make you comfortable while I talk to Barbara." Steffi looked over at the bimbobot. She was not tired and she had no idea what the future would hold. But the next few hours definately held promise.