But fun.

"So, what did you think?" Madison asked as soon as she opened her eyes in the passenger seat of Ross's car.

"That was great," Ross said. She beamed at his praise. "How did you pull that off?"

Madison shrugged. "Golems are a lot faster than humans at writing scripts, and I modified an existing template."

"What template?" Ross asked.

"Oh, just an English seductress I pulled off of the registry." He looked confused, so she explained. "There's a massive registry of golem scripts available online. Anyone can upload anything they want to it, and all scripts on it are free to use and modify. Where do you think I got all those porno scripts I gave Andrew?"

Ross chuckled, thinking of Andrew's irritation with the ditzy coed stereotype they had bound to Erica. "So they had a Liz Hurley one?"

Madison was looking through Maddie's acquisitions. "Not exactly. I took a generic sexy domineering English lady, injected a bunch of speech patterns and mannerisms from the movie and gave her the instruction to fuck you blind and get me some makeup. She's got good taste!"

"You should have been more specific," Ross grumbled. "She shoplifted all of that stuff."

"What?" The look of shock on Madison's face was adorable; a nice change from the haughty condescension of the last hour. "I'm so sorry, babe! I didn't mean to make her steal shit."

"You made her the devil," Ross pointed out. Madison shrugged.

"I didn't really think about that part. How was the sex?"

"It was amazing," he admitted. "She did this thing where she made her pussy really hot. It was a nice touch. Can you do that?"

"Not with my current script. We could add that, though!" Madison seemed enthusiastic about the idea.

"So you're not jealous at all?" he asked mildly. "This is probably technically cheating, and even if it isn't, we're talking about modifying you to be more like her sexually."

Madison's smile disappeared. "Wait, you're right... what the fuck? Ross, you fucking cheated on me!"

Ross stayed cool, having gotten used to her pranks. After a second, she burst into laughter. "I'm sorry, I had to try. You're getting less gullible though! There's nothing in the script about monogamy, so honestly I don't care who you fuck."

"But you're modeled after the real Madison," he said. "Wouldn't she be jealous?"

Madison shrugged. "The real Madison probably wouldn't go out with you at all. My status as your girlfriend was artificially tacked on to my script, so it doesn't go through the same thought processes. For example, I can't even break up with you."

"You can't?" Ross felt a pang of guilt, even knowing that she was just a golem. "Why not?"

"Because the script makes me your girlfriend," she said patiently. "It didn't say to go on a date with you, or agree to be your girlfriend. Those are one-time things, and this is an ongoing imperative. That's why monogamy doesn't really matter; if I care about you cheating that implies that I have boundaries around our relationship, and I don't. There's no line to cross."

"Geez," he mumbled. "That sounds bad."

"It does to you," she said cheerfully. "I don't care at all! The real golem has no feelings, and the Madison simulation is literally just happy to be with you. The euphoria, remember?" She giggled a little and put her head on his shoulder. "God, I feel amazing right now. All I wanna do is just sit here with you forever."

Ross swallowed nervously, but didn't reply. Madison slowly reached for his zipper. "Ever had road head?" she asked with an impish grin.

"No," he admitted. "And I don't know if I wanna right now. I'm still kind of processing- ahhhh..."

Madison had opened his jeans and was delicately licking the tip of his cock. As she cradled his balls in one hand, she looked up at him adoringly. "How about this? You just tell me if you want me to stop."

He shook his head and braked for a red light. His thighs twitched as Madison's tongue deftly darted around his member, encircling the tip one moment and tracing a line up from the base the next. Finally she wrapped her lips around the whole thing and he felt it brush the back of her throat. The sensation was overwhelming.

He jumped when the car behind him honked, smacking Madison's head into the steering wheel. He jammed on the gas and the car shot forward. "Sorry," he said. Her reply was muffled by the his cock, but Ross got the gist when she gave him a thumbs-up. Suddenly the driver behind him pulled into the lane next to him.

He looked at it and the burly middle-aged man behind the wheel gave him the finger. Without missing a beat, Madison popped her head up to look the other driver in the eye, licked her lips theatrically, and returned the gesture. The man scowled and hit the gas, leaving Ross to his fun.