FFF - Work meeting

You’re in the shower with Curio and Shell. The water’s running, and the three of you are in a loose huddle beside one of the showerheads, shivering because you aren’t under the water.

“Why are we doing this here instead of in the crawlspace?” Shell asks dryly.

Everyone is nude, of course. There’s a camera in the changing room, so Annette would be suspicious if she saw you all come in here with your clothes on. You’ve gotten intimate with Curio now, but you appreciate the opportunity to take in the sights. Shell is fit with modest breasts and defined abs. She has plenty of scars and a nice tuft of dark hair between her legs, which are especially nice. There’s a white scar on her firm, left buttock that you’re dying to ask about, but you don’t think that she’d take well to teasing. Or to you ogling her ass.

“She’s suspicious at the very least,” Curio says. The nudity is lost on her. She stands naked, her cock dangling, with her hands on her hips. Her expression is thoughtful. “She set a trap for us.”

“What do you mean?” Shell is suddenly wary. For a moment she was making a point not to stare, but now she’s not thinking about penises.

“She said there weren’t any audio pickups in the crawlspace or the maintenance areas. Those hallways behind the walls. But there are,” Curio says. “I found them in the system, and now that we’ve got power back, they are all active.”

“You think she wanted us to think it was safe in there? So we’d talk and she could listen in,” you say.

“And she’ll know if I knock something out. Unless we have an excellent cover story,” Curio confirms. “That means that this is the only safe place. She has audio in our rooms, but not video.”

“I don’t know if this is important, but she wants to see us do stuff together,” you say, taking your index fingers and poking them together. “She asked me to do stuff with you where she could see.”

Curio nods, unsurprised.

“I believe we’ve already established that she has something of an enthusiasm for the phallus on the female form,” she replies.

Shell snorts and folds her arms self-consciously, shifting her weight.

“I guess that makes me expendable,” she says.

“Perhaps. Perhaps not,” Curio replies.

“You’re going to put on a sex show for that psycho AI?” Shell sounds skeptical.

Curio narrows her eyes. “That’s no AI, Shell.”

“What else can she be?”

“I’ve a theory or two about that.”

“All right. Well, I said I’d reattach the camera in the level one junction. So that’s one less blind spot as for this afternoon,” Shell says, moving away to get under the water.

Curio remains beside you, pondering.

“Annette said that she’d give us some stuff if we show her some sex,” you tell her.

Curio takes that in. “Interesting.”

“Should we do it?”

“It might be useful as a test,” Curio muses, tapping her finger against her chin. “I believe that I have access to nearly all the records and inventory. If she were to try to give us something that I don’t know about, it might help me understand what I’m missing. These old-world computer systems are strange on the back end, Jane.”

You shrug. “I believe you.”

“All right. We’ll give her a show. That is, if you’re amenable,” she adds politely.

You glance at Shell, who is soaping up her lithe body. Then at Curio, whose nipples are puffy and hard because of the chill.

“You talked me into it,” you say.