A young worker from the town. (His perspective).

You approach the marked door slowly, trying to restrain the excitement you feel at what's about to happen. You've been waiting for this day for months, the day you finally saved enough to be with one of the town joygirls.

And what lucky timing you've had to, with Mr. Grant hiring a new girl just yesterday. You had to spend more than you were expecting, but you think it's worth it to be the new girls first time.

Barely able to contain yourself, you touch the door and gently slide it open while stepping in.

Even from behind, she's the most beautiful woman you've ever seen. Tall with immaculate blue hair, shining silver covers her limbs, and wearing nothing but a nightgown.

She turns on her seat, facing you with a leg crossed over the other. You think you glance something on her expression out of the corner of your eyes, but you're not looking at her face.

When she stands up, you lose your confidence. You start looking around the room, and stammer out some words you're barely conscious of.

"You're beautiful, miss."

She approaches you one step at a time, speaking as she moves. Her voice is warm and husky, perfectly calibrated to intoxicate you.

"Oh I know darling. Now tell me, you're here for something, aren't you?"

Stopping a foot away from you, she stares down into your eyes, forcing you to meet her gaze. Your eyes rest at her mouth level. Taking control of your larynx again you manage to speak up once more.

"When he said he had a cyborg, I couldn't resist, never done this before, always wanted to, well, you know, with one of you... my name's Carl."

She reaches out to touch you. She wraps her arms around your shoulders and sinks to eye level, pushing herself slightly into you. A small part of your mind is aware of the fact that you're contained within bionic limbs that could easily tear you to pieces, but the majority of your thoughts are aware of her heat, her breath, how close she is to you. You can feel her chest on yours. She whispers into your ear.

"Tell me what you wanted to do, Carl. I'm Zoe."

Drawing back, she gazes into your eyes. Her eyes are such bright blue, and you think you can see the glint of circuits deep within those irises. You lose your nerve and break eye contact, stammering.

"I want to sleep with you, Zoe."

She laughs. The sound alone almost sets you off.

"I've already slept, Carl. But we can lie in bed together, if that's all you want..."

"No, no, I mean..." You mentally try to toughen up and be more assertive, something you don't have to do often.

"What did you want to do, Carl?"

"I want to fuck you, miss."

Immediately, she disengages from you. You feel the absence, and want more. She walks backwards, perching on the desk and crossing her arms.

"If you want to fuck me, Carl, then fuck me. I'm yours."

Cautiously, you approach her, like she's a wild animal about to run. You can't believe this is actually happening. Delicately, you reach out a hand to touch her, stopping an inch short.

"Can I touch you?"

"What did I just say, Carl?"

"To fuck you?"

"How could you fuck me, Carl, without touching me." Her voice sounds different. Something about it is off.

A beat passes before she continues speaking, in a much softer tone.

"Yes, you can touch me Carl. Touch me however you want, wherever you want, as much as you want."

You break out into a huge grin, slowly lowering one hand onto her waist, sliding it up under her gown towards her chest, until you're cupping one of her breasts in your hand. You feel like you're about to break the material of your pants. You rub your hand all over her firm chest, eliciting no reaction from her. Faster this time, you bring your second hand into her clothing, groping both of her breasts simultaneously.

"Can I... take this off?" You recognize your own voice a moment after speaking, your mind somewhere else altogether.

"Don't ask. Just do."

She raises your arms, and without hesitation you lift the gown as far as you can. You freeze at the sight of her naked body while the gown is over her face. She finishes the gesture for you, tossing the clothing into a corner. You can't stop staring at the space between her thighs.

I'm gonna get to fuck her.

You feel lightheaded, barely conscious. Eventually, you notice her staring at your face while you stare at her slit. You avert your gaze. A moment passes, before you feel a **** on your chest. She gently pushes you away from her, before sweeping around and planting herself chest down on the desk, rear towards you.

Frozen for a moment longer, you regain control at the sight before you. Lifting your shirt over your head and throwing it to the side, then dropping your pants to the ground, in a matter of seconds you've disrobed entirely, and find yourself stood behind her, with free unrestricted access to her pussy.

You start to enunciate the word "Can" before cutting yourself off. Instead, you place a hand on either of her hips, and try to line yourself up with her interior using feel alone. You jab at her thighs once, feeling like a fool, before that emotion evaporates when your length makes contact with her slit, and slides inside. You immediately push yourself into her as hard as you can, feeling resistance from her flesh that you don't care about.

You're on autopilot now, you've lost control. You lean down onto her, pressing your bare chest against her back and rutting into her as fast as you physically can. Within a second or two, you think you hear a voice at the corner of your mind.

"Don't use condoms, huh Carl?"

The word "Condoms" forces you to pause and make a strangled noise. You manage to emit a sound you hope works as a reply.

"Toldididn'tneedone!"

You don't pause before starting to pump into her again. You can feel her squirming beneath you, and it feels hot. You're on the edge, trying desperately to stab yourself as deep into her as you can manage. Without warning, you feel her walls tighten around you, and that's all it takes. You moan and try to pull out, like you were taught, but some primal instinct overrides your mind, forcing you to press yourself down onto her, getting deep within her as you start to cum. You hold on tight, firing burst after burst of seed into her womb for what feels like an eternity. You want this moment to last forever.

Some remainder of self control forces you to suddenly pull yourself out, spraying cum over the skin and steel of her ass. Feeling the absence of her warmth around you, you try to jab back into her, not wanting the moment to end.

But despite your attempts, it eventually does. She gently pushes you backwards with one of her feet, but you can feel the sheer restrained power in her body.

"Eager, aren't you." Her voice is different. Almost cold.

She stands up and turns around in one mechanically fluid motion, standing naked in front of you while dripping your seed from between her legs, almost a full head taller than you.

"I think you're done, Carl. Time to go."

You stammer again, about to say that you'd like to go again, but hear different words come out of your mind.

"Thank you miss Zoe."

You get dressed in silence. She doesn't respond at all to your presence. Without further exchange, you leave the room.