Well it would be a shame to waste the food that arrives

You and Gab waste no time comforting each other, once the bad taste left by the countesses visit had passed. You cuddled up to your big strong green roommate for comfort at first, and it was quite pleasant just sharing the tender moment of her embrace. However, it wasn’t long until either of you could deny the urges you had for each other, and get down to what you had planned before you were interrupted by the countess.

A few hours later with four condoms filled almost to bursting of Gabs creamy cum deposited into the disposal unit, and another hot shower where you swallowed down another of her loads, there was a buzzing from the door to the room.

You slowly pad out clad in just a comfy white gown and check the vid screen to see who was at the door. You are greeted by the sight of a hover trolley laden down with all manner of food, with a fancy bottle resting in a bucket of ice. You buzz the door and the trolley slowly floats inside and comes to a rest in the middle of the room.

Gab wanders out of the bathroom still completely naked at this point, bar a towel wrapped around the shoulders of her glistening body. “Wow fancy,” She says wandering over to the trolley and examines some of the foods that were on the top layer of the trolley.

You close the door behind you, and go to join Gab, and examine the contents of the trolley. You notice a wide variety of delicious and wickedly decadent cakes and deserts on the bottom shelf, as well as many other tasty looking dishes festooned around the rest of the trolleys layers. What did catch your eyes was a small flashing button on the top of the trolley.

You had seen these sorts of service drones before, and knew the button would relay a recorded message, typically a confirmation of the contents, so the guest could know everything was there before signing off receiving it. You press the button and await the message to begin.

“Please accept this as means of an apology for my transgressions earlier, and as a token of goodwill, and to show you how we treat our valued guests here,” The dutchess s cold tones read aloud.

You look over at Gab who was now eyeing the food with a little less enthusiasm as she had been before. You put a hand on her shoulder and give her a warm smile, her amber eyes turning to look at you, while her face softens again.

“Well I don’t know about you, but I’m not going to let this food go to waste,” You say with a big smile, taking a bite of one of the pastries on the top shelf of the trolley. “After all I’ve worked up quite an appetite,” You continue with a grin.

“Well when you put it that way,” Gab replies helping herself to some of the food.

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The Dutchess leaned back in her chair a broad cold smile on her face as she had watches the security feed of you and Gab happily working your way through the food she had ‘specially prepared’.

The Dutchess presses a button on the com link on her large polished metal desk, a low beep rings out and after half a second she gets a response.

“Boss Lady, what can I do for you?” A cheerful gruff tone responds

“I wanted to know if you were ready Andrew, For the special show for tomorrow,” The Dutchess replies with a slightly uninterested tone.

“Aye, we’re all set, Am I right in think our lovely guests took your bait,” Andrew replies.

“Oh yes, seem to be gorging themselves on it, should have them nice and ripe and ready,” The Dutchess replies allowing herself a hint of pleasure in her back up plan working so quickly. Not bad for a rush job, if she didn’t say so herself.

“Well I’ll go drum up some interest then, been too long sine we had a life match,” Andrew continues.

“Oh yes, although just to let you know that we’ll be retaining this time around, I’ll send the usual apologies to the ones who we know will make the token show of outrage,” The Dutchess replies waving a hand over her desk, to wake up a second screen and terminal.

“Will do Boss Lady,” Andrew replies before signing off.

The Dutchess smiles as she drafts out her messages to the prospective clients, stating that due to the interesting pairing, there will be no post show auction for any future investment. She made sure the message was firm, but still contained a pleasant tone and the right level of platitudes to keep her client base happy.

She finally turns back to watching you and Gab still eating and drinking, and smiled to herself, gesturing to a screen which had live medical records of you and Gab, a broad smile on her face. The nanites that had been laced into the food were already making their way into your bodies, where she could help stimulate and alter the bodies. That combined with the hormones in the food should have your bodies at their optimum for the show she had planned.