Golems :|

D glared at the other golem. "Hey, Monica?" she asked curtly.

"Yes, D?"

"Shut the fuck up." Monica nodded and continued to rub Brad's back as D broke out in a shiteating grin. "God, I love having a golem around to berate. Sometimes you just want to call somebody a cunt."

Brad cleared his throat awkwardly. "But you're a golem too, right? I mean, if the scripts were swapped-"

"Then I'd be the low-wattage drone smiling because she doesn't know or care what's going on and she'd probably have been smart enough to put on a shirt before talking to you."

"I thought that wasn't gonna bother you anymore," Brad pointed out.

She shrugged and his eyes widened slightly at the motion it caused. "Doesn't mean I don't notice it. Honestly, we'd get a lot more done if you could focus."

"Like what?" Brad asked. "What do we need to get done?"

"Whatever you want!" D said. "Jesus, dude, you spent a lot of fuckin' money on me. Didn't you have any plans or ideas?"

"Well-"

"Other than fucking me," she interrupted. "Or having me do your chores. Do you have any enemies or anybody you're into? Were you just sitting alone waiting to fuck a pile of mud until we got here?"

"Fine," he said. "My aunt won't stop trying to set me up with her friends' daughters. Can we pretend we're dating to get her off my back?"

D made a face. "Man, I don't wanna act like your girlfriend. You got a whole script for that."

"Yeah, but it's funny to see you try to act like a girl," Brad pointed out. "Speaking of which..."

He gestured down and D noticed his huge erection. She made another face. "You can't help yourself, huh? You have to make it weird."

"I thought you liked getting fucked," Brad said. His eyes were still firmly plastered to her generous chest.

"I do! That was the most fun I've ever had, and it felt incredible! But it's weird when you just point to your boner like that. You made me ok with your constant horndog ogling but it's still weird that my best hetero buddy keeps talking about how horny I make him."

"Should I make you feel less weird about that?" he asked. To his surprise, Monica chimed in. If it weren't for the constant massaging he would have forgotten she was there.

"You can," she said softly. "And D wouldn't mind. But it seems like with all these modifications you're just turning D into a girlfriend. You already have a script for that. Why not let D be D and swap her script if you want something else?"

"Couldn't have put it better myself," D said. "Look, I like hanging out with you and I fucking love the way you make me feel with your cock, but if you're looking for a sexy lady you're never gonna be satisfied with me."

Brad thought for a moment. "Ok, fine. You can still feel weird about me staring at your tits, but I think I'm gonna swap you out for a while."

D sighed with relief. "Thanks, bro. It's a little exhausting to try-"

Her words stopped as soon as he said the word, and moments later she was crumpled in a heap. Brad tucked her script neatly away into the case he was given, then turned to Monica.

"Me next?" she said, removing her hands from his back as he turned and put two fingers to her forehead. "I recommend-"