She's gorgeous

She was positioned on her back exactly like a sex doll: legs spread wide in a perfect V, knees bent slightly, feet flat on the mattress so her hips tilted up invitingly. Arms relaxed at her sides, palms up, fingers loose. Head turned just a fraction toward the door, strawberry-blonde hair fanned out across the pillow in soft waves. Unblemished skin, smooth, pale, glowing faintly under the lamp light. Model-like body: long limbs, flat stomach, full C-cup breasts with pale pink nipples, narrow waist flaring to gently rounded hips. Neatly shaved pussy on full display, lips slightly parted, glistening.

Her face held a gorgeous, serene smile, lips curved just enough to show perfect white teeth, eyes half-lidded and glassy, fixed on some distant point above the ceiling. No tension anywhere. No impatience. Just waiting.

Maid #13 stepped in after him, closing the door quietly. She gestured toward the woman with an open palm, polite as if showing him a piece of furniture.

“Guest Cock Warmer, Sir” she said simply.

Owen’s eyes dropped automatically. There, written in thick black marker just above the shaved mound, right where pubic hair would have been: GUEST COCK WARMER.

His stomach lurched.

“Please try out the cock warmer, sir,” Maid #13 continued in that same calm, helpful tone. “If it is not up to your tastes, I’ll arrange for another.”

Owen’s mouth opened, closed. “By try you mean…”

“Yes, sir,” she answered without missing a beat. “Please put your cock inside her pussy so I can ensure quality. I assure you, you will be given privacy once quality has been established.”

Owen stood frozen. The woman on the bed didn’t move, didn’t blink, just kept smiling that gentle, empty smile. He needed the maid gone. Needed her out of the room so he could think, search the drawers, look for a way out. If he refused now, if he acted weird or hesitant, suspicion would spread fast. Garrett might get word. Doors might lock. He might never get another chance to roam the house.

Guilt hit him like a fist to the gut. Paige. This was cheating. Even if it was for the mission, even if the woman on the bed wasn’t really here anymore, even if he hated every second, it still felt like betrayal. But he had ****. Not if he wanted to save her.

He swallowed hard. “Okay.”

His hands moved on autopilot. He unbuckled his belt, popped the button on his jeans, shoved them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, rock hard, veins standing out, head already slick with pre-cum. Despite everything, the horror, the panic, the ache in his chest, his body had reacted. He was just a man. And the sight in front of him was impossible to ignore.

He stepped out of the pooled clothes and kicked them aside. He walked to the edge of the bed. The woman’s legs stayed exactly where they were, spread, inviting, pussy lips parted and visibly wet, like she’d been prepped or conditioned to stay aroused on command.

Owen gripped the base of his cock, guided the head to her entrance. She was soaking, hot, slick, yielding the second he pressed forward. He slid in slow, inch by inch, until he bottomed out. Tight. Perfectly tight. Her inner walls fluttered once around him, a soft, involuntary clench that pulled a low moan out of his throat before he could stop it.

Pleasure shot up his spine, sharp and unwanted.

Maid #13 watched for a moment longer, head tilted slightly, then smiled, small, satisfied. “Glad you like it, sir. I’ll leave you to it. Please make yourself comfortable. If you require anything else, refreshments, cleaning, entertainment, just press the button on the nightstand. Someone will attend immediately.”

She turned, opened the door and stepped out. The latch clicked shut behind her.

Owen stayed buried inside the woman, breathing ragged. Her pussy gripped him steadily, warm and wet, no resistance, no urgency. She didn’t moan, didn’t move her hips, didn’t react at all beyond that faint, programmed clench. Just smiled up at the ceiling, body open and available.

He pulled out halfway, then pushed back in, slow and testing. Another moan escaped him. Fuck. It felt incredible. Too good. Wrong.

He froze again, cock throbbing inside her.

The room was silent except for his breathing.

He had privacy now.

He had time.

But he couldn’t think straight with his dick buried in a brainwashed stranger. Plus anyone could walk in at any time.

He needed to pull out.

He needed to search.

He needed to find Paige before this house and his own lust swallowed him too.

He stayed there another second, hips twitching once involuntarily, then **** himself to slide all the way out. His cock glistened with her wetness, still hard as steel.

He stepped back, wiped his hand across his mouth and looked around the room again.