scientist, almost giving in

The sponsor is a young woman. She didn't tell me her name. Actually, maybe she was just the real sponsor's secretary, but she introduced herself as the sponsor anyway. Long, straight brown hair, glasses, a thin nose, full lips with pink gloss, and small breasts.

Debby: .... offhand, she looks like my stepmother, but it doesn't make sense anyway. Why the hell would she clone me? And how the hell would she do it anyway?

clone1: Here I go again, accusing us of lying... and it's hopeless.

clone2: I don't know if she's your mother, your stepmother, or your father disguised as a woman...

clone1: Oh, that would be funny...

clone2: I was saying, she didn't give me a name, she's like a scientist. We woke up in the lab, they taught us what we needed to know, and then they sent us here... apparently you weren't informed.

Debby: ...that doesn't make sense.

clone1: And yet, here we are, so how do you explain it?

Debby: stalker and... plastic surgery?

clone1: Are you serious?

clone2: Anyway, Debby, right now you're the only one acting violently, and if we were obsessed with your appearance, it wouldn't have been easier for us to go out with each other.

clone1: Actually, you don't threaten me with an umbrella, and it's a shame you're not our primary goal.

Debby: Primary goal?

clone2: It's always the same: take you to bed, have sex, and then be at your service.

Debby: Why?

The clones shrugged.

Clone1: Now... are you convinced we just want to make love and not war? Ouch!

The second clone hit the first one on the head with a book from next to the bed.

Clone1: Where's the "we won't hurt each other" thing going?

clone2: And where's the not insisting on taking her to bed?

Debby felt amused for a moment; they looked like a smart older sister and a dumber one trying to woo a manga protagonist, too bad she was the real-life protagonist.

Debby: Let's pretend I believe you, now that we don't... fuck, what's going to happen?

Clone1: God, we failed the task! Won't they... dispose of us?

Clone2: I have no idea, it's not our fault, and anyway, they didn't tell us we had a time limit, so she can always change her mind.

Now that was disturbing. If they were really experiments and failed their task, could they be thrown away like garbage? The thought of seeing those gorgeous, sexy... cough cough... hypothetical clones thrown under a bridge and labeled as failures made her heart ache.

Debby: Damn, I feel like I'm going to regret this, but... if the risk is that they'll throw you away like garbage, maybe I could...

Clone1's face lit up.

Debby: I'll host you for a while. (mental pow god I can't believe I was about to say I'd fuck them, luckily the dumb clone made that expression at the right time)

The clone's face darkened and he curled up, clutching his legs.

Clone1: Why is it so hard? I thought we were beautiful, attractive, and cool!

The second clone patted him on the back while looking at Debby with a look, "See what you did? Sorry!"

Debby: ...attractive and hot?

Debby was too busy blushing to look at the clones.

Clone2 in a low voice: Well, there's still hope.

He approached Debby and placed a hand on her face, forcing her to look him in the eyes.

clone2: We like you, when you blush, can I kiss you?

Debby: Eeeeh?!