Examination

You try not to smile. You've got her right where you want. "No, ma'am. We wouldn't want you to miss that either. It also wouldn't help our agency stay secret if people notice anything suspicious. I just need to quickly examine you and I'll be on my way like this never happened."

"Okay. Wait, what does that mean? How do you examine me?"

You clear your throat. "I'll need to check your reproductive organs to make sure you're who you say you are. Their synthetics are getting better and better, and mimic flesh and blood very well. If the public only knew the people who have been replaced. I think you know some of them too."

"Oh. Should a female agent do that?" Taylor asks.

"Ma'am, my organization is uh... there's a movie that kind of describes it..."

She thinks about it for a second and you see a light bulb go off. "Oh! The Men in Bla-"

"Exactly."

"I didn't realize it was so literal. Um, I guess that's no other choice then. What do you need me to do?"

"Please stand up and remove your clothing," you say.

Taylor gets up from the beanbag chair before hesitating. "This dress is a one piece," she says.

"That's fine. It's better if there's no clothing on the body. Makes for an easier examination."

"Okay..." Taylor says as she undoes a clip at the back of her neck that's holding the dress up. It releases the front of her dress and she lets it drop down, exposing her perky breasts to you. You're actually surprised, since you remember her being quite flat-chested a few years back, but it looks like she's really grown into them. The room is kind of cold, and her nipples are erect. Taylor proceeds to pull the dress down, until you see her crotch. She bends down to slide the dress down her long legs and steps out of them. When she stands back up, you can see her pussy is completely bare, likely to avoid any embarrassments during her many costume changes.

"Heels?" she asks, with her hands on her hips.

"No, that's fine, leave them on," you say as you take in her naked form. She's taller than you even without heels, and they make her look sexy anyway.

"So are we good? You can see I have the right parts."

"As I said, ma'am, the synthetic bodies are really good and hard to tell from the real stuff. Could you uh, spread it for me? It might be easier if you sit down on the beanbag."

Taylor rolls her eyes and does as you instructed. She lays back on the beanbag chair, sinking into it, spreads her legs and uses both hands to pull her pussy lips apart to reveal the fresh pinkness within. You walk closer to have a look, and bend down to peer inside her, as if you're looking for something.

"Satisfied?" Taylor asks. She sounds annoyed at having to put herself on display.

"Yes, ma'am. Visual exam seems fine."

"Great." Taylor removes her hands and she's about to get back up when you step forward between her legs and put your hand on her shoulder, pushing her gently back down.

"Sorry, ma'am. Agency protocol requires me to conduct a physical exam next."

"What? Fine. Get it over with," Taylor says. You take off your jacket, toss it aside and roll up your sleeves. Taylor looks off to the side, avoiding eye contact with you, which you're okay with for now.

Rubbing your hands one last time to warm them up, you reach down and grab her breasts, kneading them roughly.

"What you are doing?!" Taylor protests, though she doesn't move. "I thought you said reproductive organs?"

"Yes, ma'am. But I need to check your full body. Like I said, synthetics can be really good but sometimes there are flaws in the products," you say calmly while pulling at her nipples. Taylor's face is now flushed and she inhales deeply as you play with her nipples for a while. It takes all of your willpower not to clamp your mouth down onto them.

After a while, you move your hands around her body, making a show of examining her neck, arms, and legs, leaving the main show for last. Finally, you kneel down between her legs and put your hands on Taylor's thighs, holding her pussy apart for inspection. Leaning forward, you sniff and you can smell her excitement, even if she doesn't know it yet. You use one thumb to massage her clit gently, while fiddling around on the edges of her pussy with your other hand.

"Do you need to do that with your thumb?" Taylor asks. She's looking down at you with resting on her elbows.

"Yes, ma'am. I need to check for the ability to be stimulated."

"Well, I'm stimulated."

"There are signs of stimulation, yes."

"So we're done?"

"Almost," you say pausing for effect, "I just need to conduct the internal exam and if that checks out, you're good to go."

"Well you've seen it all and touched it. Might as well."

"Yes, ma'am," you respond and you slowly insert your index finger into her pussy while continuing to rub her clit. You can feel her wetness and you move your hand back and forth a few times, and wiggle your finger. Taylor shifts her weight in the beanbag as you do so.

"Ma'am, can you squeeze on my finger?"

"I'll try."

You feel her pussy close in on your finger and you continue to finger fuck her slowly.

"It feels real," you say.

"It is real! For god's sake. What's it going to take to convince you?" Taylor asks.

"Ma'am, as you might know, there are tons of adults toys on the market that emulate the feel of a woman's reproductive parts and-"

"You want to fuck me, is that it? Will that end this?"

"Well, the ability to copulate would be evidence of a genuine human lifeform-"

"Okay, okay. You've got me all worked up anyway and you're not bad looking. Come on, hurry up. I bet you're all hard already," Taylor says as she replaces your thumb with her own hand.

Grinning, you quickly stand up and drop your pants. As she had predicted, you're rock hard and ready to go. You grab her legs while Taylor holds your cock her in hand, giving it a few strokes before guiding it to her pussy. She wants to go slowly, but once you feel the tip of your cock at her pussy lips, you push forward all the way.

"Holy shit! That's big," Taylor gasps and she sits up, wrapping her arms around your back as you start to fuck her. You bury your face in her blonde locks as your hips buck against each other and you feel her breasts against your shirt. She was already pretty turned on from your hands and finger probing, and Taylor starts to cum on your cock, moaning loudly into your neck as she tries to muffle her sounds of pleasure. Her body goes limb after her orgasm passes as you keeping fucking her.

"I came..." Taylor pants. "Doesn't that prove I'm real?"

You feel yourself close and speed up your pace, fucking her harder and ignoring her question until you start to cum inside her. "Ahhhh!" you moan, slamming into her one last time and remaining there. You push her back onto the beanbag and bend down to suck on her breasts and nimble on her nipples. As you feel your cock softening, you kiss your way up to her lips and stick your tongue into her mouth. Taylor reacts by kissing you back and you two keep going at it for a while.

Finally, you let go of her and get up, putting your pants back and admiring the juices smeared all over her crotch.

"Thank you for your time and cooperation, ma'am. I'll be in touch if I need to follow up on your case. Have a good show," you say while putting on your jacket and heading for the door. Taylor is too tired to respond, and you leave the room, thanking the bodyguard as you leave.