To mess with his buddy.

Daphne's girlish squeak of surprise was tinny and soft through the speaker on Brad's phone. D scowled as she watched her body thrust out its chest for Monica's grasping hands. She giggled on screen as Monica groped her, tossing her hair behind her shoulder and smiling demurely.

"Man, fuck you," D said. "This is fuckin' embarrassing."

"Why?" Brad asked. "It's a completely different script. It shouldn't really mean anything to you, should it?"

D stared at him like he was a moron before turning to the other golem. "Monica, you wanna handle this?"

"It's because you wanted to embarrass her," Monica stated flatly. "You clearly wanted to take her ego down a notch by filming her with a hyper-feminine script and showing it to her. Also, she's very insecure about her masculinity."

"Fuck you too," D said. She hefted her breasts under the thin sundress. "You try walking around with a rack like this and a big old pussy between your legs."

"Don't forget the bubble butt," Brad said gleefully. "You're the whole package, D."

D rolled her eyes. On screen, Daphne winked suggestively and blew a kiss at the camera. D grunted with disgust and handed the phone back to Brad.

"I get it," she groused. "I'm a hot chick. Now can we have some fuckin' fun with this one already? She's just standing here. Let's make her horny or stupid or something."

Brad nodded, satisfied with the level of humiliation he'd inflicted on D. "Hey Monica," he said. "Can you act horny or stupid for us?"

Monica nodded. "Of course. You may prefer to bind a script, though, as it will give a more detailed performance than-"

"Fine," he said. He crossed the room and unbound her. D eyeballed the loosely-connected pile of limbs on the floor with interest.

"Hey," D said. "You ever think about fucking us when we're unbound? That might be kinda interesting. Like fucking a ragdoll or something."

Brad made a face. "Ugh, no thanks. Let's see... why not turn her into a party girl?"

D shrugged. Brad barely managed not to stare at her quaking tits. "Sure, why not. That could be fun."

Brad bound the script and Monica leapt to her feet with a whoop. She grinned at Brad and D and addressed them in a chipper, slightly drunken voice.

"Hey there, I'm Monica. Looks like you two wanna party with me. What did you have in mind? Seems like you haven't actually bought me yet, so we're stuck in your house for now. Do you have any liquor?"

D nodded approvingly. "See, this is the kinda shit I like. You know you can customize 'em too? Hey Monica, drop your intelligence by about 25%, up your horniness by 50%, and lose the shirt."

Monica acquiesced, pulling her business shirt up over her head. "You got it," she said as she tossed it aside. "Now which one of you wants to eat me out? Or the stud can dick me down, or whatever. I just need my goddamn pipes cleaned out now!"

D smiled and gestured for Brad to go first. Monica eyed Brad and licked her lips. "Ok, looks like I'm getting some cock. What's your name, anyway?"

"Brad," he said as she threw herself against him. "And this is D. She's a golem too."

"No shit?" Monica said. She shoved Brad roughly onto the bed. "That's fucking cool. Maybe later I can fuck her while you watch. Now take off your pants."

Brad did as he was told, his erection springing into view. Monica gave an appreciative whistle as she removed her pants. She jumped forward onto him, perfectly aligning herself to immediately engulf him. Brad grunted like he'd taken a gut punch. Monica put one hand on his chest and the other on the wall behind his bed and began to piston herself against him.

"Fuck yeah, gimme that dick!" she said hoarsely. "Hit my back walls!"

Brad began to reply but she cried out, interrupting him. She threw her long, dark hair back and bit her lip as her frenetic humping increased in speed. "No talking!" she shouted. "Just fuck me! And you, make yourself useful and get me a fucking drink!"

"What do you want?" D asked. She was clearly amused by the scene of a half-drunk and randy partier demanding rough sex from Brad.

"****," Monica said to her before turning back to Brad. "Now squeeze my tits, big boy. Don't go easy on 'em, I wanna feel it."

Brad took her right breast in his hand and clenched hard. Monica's face twisted in pain, but she encouraged him to squeeze harder. He did as requested and suddenly felt a climax building inside of himself. He tried to warn her, but had hardly opened his mouth when he was spurting into her, grasping her breast hard enough to leave angry red marks where is fingernails were.

"...ahh, fuck!" she said with frustration. "Did you just fucking come in me already? What the fuck's the matter with you? Are you a virgin or something?"

She was thrusting herself against his deflating penis, still angrily trying to eke some pleasure out of it. As he caught his breath, Brad had an idea.

"Tone down the aggression," he told her. "Like, way down. I want you stupid, slutty, and subservient."

Monica froze for a second, then slid to the side and fell off of him onto the bed. Brad sighed with relief just as D appeared with three beers.

"Over already?" she asked incredulously. "Dude, come on. If I didn't know better I'd think you were a virgin."