Daphne's a pro.

Daphne batted her eyes and approached Monica slowly. "So," she said, putting a hand on the other woman's shoulder. "You're Monica."

Monica made a face, her body language stiff and awkward. "I hate that fucking name."

Daphne giggled and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Fine with me," she said. "Let's call you... boss."

"Boss?" Monica said incredulously. Daphne bit her lip and leaned in close.

"Just a suggestion," she murmured. "Come on, babe, relax a little. Let me make you feel good."

Brad kept his phone trained on Monica as she backed away nervously. She put up her hands defensively. "I don't know, Daphne... this is kinda weird."

Daphne pouted. "What, girl-on-girl? I'll let you take the lead..."

"Girl on anybody," Monica said. "I'm not used to all of this stuff! I'm getting horny, but..."

It took a second for Daphne to understand. "Oh, you're missing equipment. It's nice to know that you'd use it if you had it, though."

"Listen, if I had a dick, I'd have railed you in half a dozen positions by now. In fact- God, this is weird to say..." She reached into her panties and made a face at her glistening fingers. "I'm, uh, wet. I don't know-"

Daphne cut her off with a long, passionate kiss. Monica grunted with surprise before melting against her body. She moaned softly and reached around to squeeze Daphne's ass. Daphne broke the kiss and looked at her with unadulterated lust.

"See? The skills transfer. Now, what was it you called me earlier? Oh, right. Princess Hugetits."

She pulled down the top of her dress and her amazing orbs spilled out. Monica gasped and stared at them, eliciting a chuckle and a performative bounce from Daphne.

"Wanna see what it feels like when they touch?" she whispered to Monica. Monica nodded, still enraptured by the sight. "Here, I'll help you."

She reached out and started to unbutton Monica's shirt. Monica grunted when Daphne's soft hands contacted her skin.

"Fuck..." she said, her voice low and throaty. "If I had a dick I would have jizzed my pants by now."

Daphne took the crude comment in stride and smiled devilishly. "Then I'm glad you don't. In fact, as the proud owner of a clitoris, I'm about to show you what that little thing can do."

She finished unbuttoning Monica's shirt, exposing a white bra. Monica started to fumble behind her back, but Daphne held her arms still.

"You really don't know how to be a girl, do you?" Daphne laughed. Monica turned a deep crimson as Daphne unhooked the clasp on the front of her bra. Monica's breasts swung briefly into view before she raised her hands to cover them.

"Oh, you're suddenly modest?" Daphne scoffed. "Come on, let the girls breathe."

Monica swore under her breath and lowered her hands. "I- I don't know why I'm so nervous," she said.

Daphne leaned forward, her nipples brushing against Monica's. It caused an involuntary shudder of pleasure from the other golem. "Probably because you want to stick your dick in me," she whispered into Monica's ear. "But you don't have one."

Monica suddenly put a hand on Daphne's back and pressed into her. She groaned and buried her face in Daphne's hair.

"That's right, baby," Daphne said as stroked Monica's back with her fingertips. She reached down and her hand plunged into Monica's pants.

"Oh!" Monica cried into Daphne's shoulder. "Oh, holy shit! Daphne, that's- ah, Christ, what are doing to me?"

"It's time to take that sweet little pussy of yours for a test drive," Daphne teased. "Trust me, you'll forget all about your cock."