As is

You wonder whether you should go for a gentler tamer Cat or a leaner meaner Selina, but finally you decide you want the genuine article and place your order.

And thus begins a long hard day spent fantasising about your new purchase. You’re still thinking about her when you go to sleep, and it’s a turbulent night as she fills your dreams.

You awake in the small hours, fully aroused, covered in sweat, only to feel a cool breeze coming in through the window; a window that you don’t even remember opening.

In the dark night, your eyes are slow to adjust, but then you see something hovering in front of you: a wide white smile. Getting used to the darkness, your eyes see the owner of that playful smile, crouched on the end of your bed, dressed in black.

She stares at you from out of the darkness, as you see and hear the shiny silver zip on her jacket being pulled down. “Call me Cat,” she says, as she flings the jacket aside, and stretches.

You stare at her shapely silhouette; this robo-slut may be older than her television counterpart, but she’s certainly grown up in all the right places.

“What’s the matter? Have I got your tongue?” she says, as her athletic figure moves along the bed, walking on all fours, closer to you.

You want her to have your tongue, and far more besides. You want her to be the Cat that gets the cream.

She’s crawled on top of you now, staring directly down at your face with her wide blue eyes.

“I think we both know what I’m here for,” she says, a purr in her voice.