She's made for sex, right?

You licked your lips as she spoke.

You knew a few things about her. First, she was hot. Second, she had any sense of shame removed. Third, she had her libido increased. And four, she wouldn't refuse any of your commands.

"Strip." You ordered.

"Handler?" She seemed surprised by your boldness, but not in a bad way. You could tell in her eyes, she was excited by this as well.

"You heard me. Take off the suit and get ready."

"Oh, I am ready." She admitted, unclasping the few metallic places on her suit, letting them fall on the floor with clanking sounds. Slowly, teasingly, she unhooked the top of her outfit, taking it off and revealing the perfect roundness of her genetically modified breasts. Her hard nipples were also a sight to behold. You could tell she had been made to be absolutely perfect, cupping her breasts and testing how firm they were. She really wouldn't need a bra.

But she wasn't done yet, even as she gasped and breathed heavily at your touch, she was now removing the lower part of her suit. Not a single hair below her neck, and just ever so slightly moist between her legs. Oh, she was so ready for you...