Yes.

Your hunger is stronger than you thought, and you want to clean the aftertaste of that guy's cum out of your mouth anyway.

You scoot up to the mannequins again, taking a few seconds to consider your options. The last time you got soup out of the dick, and cum out of the pussy. Has it switched? That bitch mentioned something about rotating pipes, but you haven't heard anything noticeable. Maybe it happened when they were being cleaned. You have no way of knowing, and you don't want to wash one guy's cum out of your mouth with another's. Fuck.

You start with the female model once again, since the worst option is something you can tolerate. You place your lips on the fake pussy lips, and the degrading chorus starts again. This is your purpose. You are a tool. A sex toy for others. You need cum. You live for it. You shake it off and continue to work your tongue around on the silicone fucktoy. This is your purpose. You are a tool. A sex toy for others. You need cum. You live for it. The slow drawling loop comes from the neck of the female mannequin's torso in a female's voice, seductive and breathy, rich with lust.

You continue to ignore the damned thing as you work toward your next meal, putting more effort into the work of getting your next meal. You push your face into the fake lips and flatten your tongue to the bottom of your mouth, and rock your face back and forth, surprisingly turned on by this fake thing. Something about the voice you're trying to ignore is getting you hot and bothered. This is your purpose. You are a tool. A sex toy for others. You need cum. You live for it.

It's just a hunk of plastic with a recording, it has no effect on me!

You zone out and focus on your work. It's just like any other job. Working to get my food. That's it. With a few more minutes work you feel a welcome sensation on your tongue; the fake cunt spasms and begins to release it's bounty. Salty, thick, herby, It's soup! You gulp down your meal with reckless abandon, bending down under the thing to drink from it like an ice cream dispenser. Mouthful after mouthful pumps from the plastic pussy and into your mouth, it fills your stomach with warmth. You're not exactly sure how long it's been since you last ate, but this feels amazing. This is your purpose. You are a tool. A sex toy for others. You need cum. You live for it.

Way to ruin a good meal.

To your surprise, the door opens behind. You spin around to see who it is.