A young worker from the town. (Her perspective).

You hear the footsteps coming from far down the corridor. By the time they arrive at your door, you're sat on a desk chair before a mirror, applying make-up, and trying to look casual. Turning to face your soon to be unknowing **** with one leg over the other, you instinctively frown at him, before correcting your expression back to neutral before he can notice.

He's grubby. He smells unwashed. Mid-height, ragged blonde hair, worn clothes. Not augmented. Absolutely not your type. As far as you're concerned, not anybodies type if he'd come here.

Regardless of your feelings, you stand up and give him a salacious smile. Any fool could probably detect the **** in your movements, but he doesn't seem to notice. Instead, he stammers and looks around the room, before looking up at you.

"You're beautiful, miss."

Idiot.

"Oh I know darling. Now tell me, you're here for something, aren't you?"

You approach him a step at a time. He blushes, and apparently has difficulty looking directly at you. You stop a foot away from him, looking down into his eyes. He eventually meets your gaze.

"When he said he had a cyborg, I couldn't resist, never done this before, always wanted to, well, you know, with one of you... my name's Carl."

One of you. Go fuck yourself Carl.

You drape your arms around him, and crouch slightly so you're face is at eye level with him. You can smell his breath. It's not good.

"Tell me what you wanted to do, Carl. I'm Zoe."

He chokes up, stammering to himself. You wait, maintaining unblinking eye contact with him until he loses the staring contest. Nobody said you couldn't make the situation slightly unsettling.

"I want to sleep with you, Zoe."

You release a little laugh, involuntarily. Sleep with you. He won't even say it, but he'll pay money to do it. There's no humor in it, but he won't notice that.

"I've already slept, Carl. But we can lie in bed together, if that's all you want..."

"No, no, I mean..." He blushes and loses eye contact again. Your words are getting more detached now. You're losing patience with this act.

"What did you want to do, Carl?"

"I want to fuck you, miss."

He finally says it.

You take several steps backwards, perching backwards on the desk and crossing your arms.

"If you want to fuck me, Carl, then fuck me. I'm yours."

You can't stop a little bit of acid from injecting into your voice. Either not noticing, or not caring, he sheepishly approaches you, as if scared you'll turn to smoke and disappear. Once within arms reach, he reaches a hand out towards your chest, and pulls back.

"Can I touch you?"

Imperceptibly, you clench your fists.

"What did I just say, Carl?"

"To fuck you?"

"How could you fuck me, Carl, without _touching _me." Your voice drips with hostility.

Tone it down, Zoe. You'll scare him off, then you know what'll happen.

"Yes, you can touch me Carl. Touch me however you want, wherever you want, as much as you want."

With a huge grin on his face, he lowers his hand to your waist, sliding it up underneath your gown and onto your chest. You don't react as he massages your breast, rubbing his hand along your nipple, and onto the seam where cold cybernetics meet hot flesh. You continue to hold still as he brings his second hand into your clothing, groping both breasts simultaneously. Idly, you wonder if he can feel your subdermal ballistic weave, or if he doesn't know the difference.

"Can I... take this off?"

"Don't ask. Just do."

You raise both your arms, and he follows the movement by lifting the nightgown up as far as he can, before stopping at the sight of your bare naked body in front of him. You finish it for him; he couldn't reach high enough anyway; and throw the nightgown into a corner. When you look back at him, you catch him staring between your legs, a gaze he quickly averts when he notices you've noticed him.

Pig.

While he's frozen up, you gently push him backwards and turn around, leaning forwards on the desk, and presenting him with a good view of your rear.

Now I don't have to look at him.

He continues to stand in silence for a moment, before lifting his shirt over his head and throwing it to the side, and dropping his pants to the ground. In seconds, he's managed to disrobe entirely, and finds himself stood behind you, with free unrestricted access to your pussy.

You hear him pronounce the syllable "Ca-" before cutting himself off. Instead, you feel a pair of hands grip your hips, and after a misplaced jab at your thighs, a penetration into your slit. He immediately sinks himself to full depth inside you, as you feel him leaning down onto your back and pushing in as hard as he can. He's not particularly big.{if WolfmanRape =True} Though after what you experienced in the woods, you doubt any human man would qualify as big.{endif}

He starts to rut into your behind, and something rubs you the wrong way about it. It takes you a stroke or two; he's not got a good rhythm either; to place what it is.

Asshole's doing me raw.

"Don't use condoms, huh Carl?"

He pauses his humping and makes a strangled noise. After a moment, you manage to resolve it into words.

"Toldididn'tneedone!"

You sigh and drop your face down to the surface of the desk. Carl doesn't wait this time, and just keeps plowing into you, making little noises and moans as he goes.

At least he didn't want a blowjob first, I guess.

You squeeze your thighs slightly while he's deep in you, tightening yourself around him. He moans and pulls out, before pushing into your walls again and, without any warning or prompting, starting to spurt inside you. You can definitely feel it. He holds on tight and pushes himself as deep as he can while spraying his seed into your womb. {if PregnancyKnown =True} __

Whatever. It's not like he can me more pregnant.{endif}

He continues for a surprisingly long time, painting your interior with burst after burst, despite managing to last for only half a minute of actual sex. With a jerky movement, he pulls out, and sprays long ropes of white liquid over your ass and thighs.

Wonder how much he paid for that half minute. Am I 'pussy', or do I get an exclusive price.

You're slightly surprised when he pushes himself back into you. No way this guy's ready again that fast.

You gently push him backwards out of you with one of your feet.

"Eager, aren't you." Your voice is flat and cold.

You stand up and rotate, dripping Carl's semen from between your legs.

"I think you're done, Carl. Time to go."

He stammers, about to complain like a dog denied a treat, before eventually coming to "Thank you miss Zoe."

You glare at him while he gets dressed. Whenever he looks at you, you instead give him a smile. Finally, you manage to goad him out of the door.

Bastard.