Something for D

D flipped through the book impatiently before selecting a script. She hurriedly unbound Monica, causing her naked form to collapse onto Brad. Brad jumped back with a squeak, mildly disturbed by how plastic and indefinite she became.

"You pussy," D said as she put the new script on Monica's tongue. One word later, Monica arose again and looked at Brad lustfully.

"So," she purred, "who's the lucky fella?"

D raised her hand excitedly and Monica swiveled to face her. "Ah, a lady who likes the ladies..."

"Something like that," D said with a grin. Monica slowly, deliberately sauntered over to her.

"I suppose we should be begin with introductions," she said breathily. "I'm Monica. And what name am I gonna be moaning today?"

D quickly introduced herself as Monica ran her hands up and down D's torso. "D", the golem echoed. "I think I need to get some D right now. The only question is... what does D want?"

"Lesbian power bottom," D said. Brad stared in surprise and Monica laughed, bringing a crimson hue to D's face.

"Lesbian power bottom..." Monica said, rolling it around in her mouth. "You're not very experienced with the fairer sex?"

"Fuck you," D said sullenly. "I know how to please a woman."

Monica laughed again and put a hand on D's shoulder in a conciliatory gesture. "Of course you do. You're a Bromance script, aren't you? Poor thing, all that wonderful equipment and no idea how to use it... let me help you. I assume our host neglected to get any strapons or other fun toys. Am I right?"

Brad nodded nervously and sat down to watch the show. Monica's eyes never left D's face and she continued. "Of course not. It's ok; I don't need any devices to help you feel more like a man. When I'm done with you you'll feel like the most powerful man in the world."

In a flash she surged forward and locked her lips to D's, writhing sensually under the other golem's exploring hands. She broke the kiss and locked eyes with D, her deep brown eyes filled with a **** yearning. She wrapped her slender arms around D's midsection and tightened her grip, pulling their hips together.

"Oh, my," Monica said with mock innocence and a girlish pout. "You've got me quite worked up."

She took D's hands in hers and put them across her shoulders. For a moment it looked like they were slow dancing, then Monica began to slowly gyrate herself against the increasingly red-faced D. Suddenly D surged forward to lock her in another impassioned kiss and the two fell backwards onto Brad's couch. Brad made no attempt to move or even hide his arousal as the makeout session continued less than a foot from where he sat. D straddled Monica, bending at the midsection to continue the kiss. Her pendulous breasts swung down and brushed against Monica's while her long hair fell across the golem's face like a shroud.

"Oh my God," D said as she came up for air. "Holy shit!"

Monica lay sprawled out beneath her, wearing only a sultry expression. "That's right, baby. You can do anything you want to me."

She inserted her hand into the space between them and D's eyes widened. Her mouth opened and she uttered a small croaking sound, too overcome to do more. Monica bit her lip, satisfied with the visible results of her efforts.

"What the fuck are you doing?" D squeaked.

"You know our hands can vibrate," Monica explained lustily. "And with just the right pressure at just the right time..."

"It feels like I've got a dick!" D cried triumphantly as she slammed her body into Monica's. "Holy shit, I missed this! I- oof!"

She was overwhelmed midsentence as Monica twisted her elbow slightly and grinned mischievously. D froze, her face contorted in a silent scream, as yet another simulated orgasm ripped through her simulated mind. After a moment, she exhaled raggedly and slumped forward onto Monica.

"Holy... shit..." she rasped. Monica pushed her aside and stood up. She turned around to survey the large wet area where they had been.

"I think that qualifies as a five-star review," she smirked.