9. Chapter Nine
Chapter Nine
McKenna reached back and found the zipper at the top of her dress.
“Initiating removal of exterior armor,” she announced, sounding every bit like a robot who’d been programmed to serve a human carnally.
The noise her zipper made as she pulled it down one tooth at a time mingled with the wet rhythm of Bailey’s mouth working up and down my cock, forming a soundtrack more pornographic than most actual porn.
The lacy black dress loosened for a moment before sliding from McKenna’s frame. It sank to the floor, pooling around those obscene boots, leaving her in nothing but the skintight white bodysuit, the fishnets, the gloves, the wig, and the blindfold.
Then she bent at the waist, her hands faintly trembling with arousal, and started on the left thigh-high.
“God damn,” I murmured. My eyes were locked on her, even as Bailey bobbed up and down on my cock like a cork.
“Combat heels are impractical for long sessions of physical worship,” McKenna informed me, the faint smirk on her face the only thing that kept me from believing she was this 2B character. “This unit apologizes for the delay. Master.”
Bailey groaned around my length. “Good girl,” I murmured, running my fingers through her hair. I wasn’t sure if I meant her or McKenna. Probably both.
McKenna removed the glossy, thigh-high boot, setting it carefully on a nearby table.
The way she held it made me realize how valuable it was, and how this probably wasn’t her first rodeo where dressing up like a video game character was concerned.
I knew there was a story there, and I intended to get it out of her. Later.
Right now, I had more important things on my mind.
The second boot came off. McKenna straightened up, now several inches shorter, her fishnet-wrapped legs and stockinged feet on the hotel carpet, and stood at attention with her hands at her sides.
The performance would have been perfect, if it weren’t for the fact that she was breathing like she was running and kept stealing glances down at Bailey.
She practically vibrated with arousal, full of a tension no actual robot would’ve ever felt.
Bailey pulled off of me with a wet pop and pressed her cheek against the side of my cock. Her lips were swollen and glossy; I could practically see the hearts in her eyes.
“Daddy,” she whimpered, glancing at McKenna. “Are you going to inspect your new unit?”
God bless my babygirl, I thought. She knew that underneath of the smoldering heat was still a guy who had never done anything like this before. Who might need a nudge every now and then.
“Stay right there,” I commanded, touching Bailey’s cheek. “And don’t touch yourself.”
“Of course, Daddy,” Bailey murmured. “Anything you say, Daddy…”
I was already walking a slow circle around McKenna.
God, she looked even better from behind.
The bodysuit covered her about as well as a one-piece swimsuit on the far end of revealing would—thin straps on her shoulders, a deep V of cleavage, thighs totally bare.
The back of the suit was nothing more than a thin band of fabric between the cheeks of her ass, which somehow lifted it up and made it look even more luscious than the whole thing would’ve been naked.
This close, I saw the goosebumps rising on her bare arms where the gloves didn’t touch. The way the flush on her cheeks was spreading to her throat, the contrast sharp with the white wig and bodysuit—and the dark, spreading patch where the fabric drew tight over her bare pussy.
She saw me notice her arousal. Her blush deepened.
“Unit 2B,” I said, voice sharp with command. “Diagnostic. Your systems appear to be leaking.”
The blindfolded android swallowed. “I…”
Her voice shook in a way that was not at all robotic and was very McKenna.
“This unit is experiencing a malfunction, Master. Core temperature has exceeded recommended parameters—oh!”
She straightened up like I’d cracked a whip between her shoulder blades. I’d run one finger down her spine, passing over the small of her back, and stopped right at the spot where the bodysuit gave way to the round flesh of her ass.
Jesus. I could feel her boiling over.
“Sensors, um… sensors are extremely oversensitive. Maintenance is…
I gripped her bare thigh, fingers inches away from the spreading wetness.
“Maintenance is—oh fuck—recommended.”
“Recommended?”
“Begged for,” McKenna whispered, the robot voice cracking like a rock hitting a windshield. “By me. Begged for by me, oh fuck, Tom, please stop teasing me—!”
I hooked two fingers into the fabric between her thighs and tugged it to the side. The sound McKenna made as my fingers pushed inside of her had nothing to do with robots and everything to do with how turned on she was.
And she was. Fuck, she was soaked. Dripping.
The temptation to just bury my digits all the way inside her and claim her was almost overwhelming.
All that deadpan, trash-talking composure that McKenna had under my roof was gone now, and underneath of it was a dirty, needy little thing who’d spent forty-five minutes getting herself dressed up like a video game character in a hotel bathroom so I’d fuck her harder.
I gave her clit the lightest touch, watching her tremble, her knees actually threatening to buckle—and then I pulled my hand away.
“No. Not yet.”
McKenna’s groan of frustration was loud enough the hallway could probably hear it.
“You are the worst!” she whimpered, the roleplay forgotten for the moment.
“I take back everything nice I said about your spine. You’re a war criminal.
Teasing me like that ought to be against the Geneva Convention.
It’s definitely against YoRHa regulations… ”
“Get on the bed. Both of you. Now.”
I unlatched my belt as I watched Bailey and McKenna scramble onto the mattress, my babygirl giving her bestie a wink like this was the greatest day of either of their lives. I tugged my shirt over my head, stripped down to my boxers, and approached the foot of the bed.
“Face each other,” I commanded. “On your knees, legs tucked under you.”
They did exactly as I said—Bailey in her black silk, the ribbon tied tight around her neck, McKenna in what was left of her cosplay. They faced each other, flushed and breathless with anticipation, presenting themselves like offerings for a very lucky god.
That was the moment it hit me. Not between my legs, but between my ribs.
Six weeks ago I’d been a divorced, middle-aged manager whose biggest plans for any given weekend involved Saturday Night Live and stir-fry.
Tonight, on a random Wednesday, my daughter’s two best friends were kneeling on a hotel bed in their underwear, flushed and trembling and waiting for me to tell them what to do next.
They were beautiful. Hell, McKenna was a fucking gamer girl. Either one of them could have had any boy on campus with a snap of their fingers. They knew it, I knew it.
And they didn’t want it. Both of them had chosen me. To share.
I am the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet, I thought, surveying my kingdom. And then: fuck it.
I’m going to marry this girl.
I didn’t know how I would square the circle. My daughter, my ex-wife. My life. All of them were arranged in opposition.
But I was going to find a way. Because Bailey deserved it.
She deserved it a thousand times over for giving me this night.
And honestly?
I deserved it, too.
I ran a hand down Bailey’s side, loving the way she trembled. “Before we start,” I told the pair, “there’s one rule tonight.”
Bailey was already smiling. “Yes, Daddy. I’m your good girl—"
“And it’s not the rule you’re used to.”
Both girls turned towards me. Bailey’s eyes went wide. Even through the see-through blindfold, I noticed the way McKenna’s gaze sharpened with interest.
“Girls,” I said, thinking of the last week.
“I am very, very tired of having to keep quiet. Making sure Savannah doesn’t hear us.
” I glanced at Bailey, thinking about 2AM.
“Locking the door, turning on the white noise, watching you bite down on your hand so the whole house doesn’t hear you cumming. ”
Bailey’s cheeks went scarlet with the memory. Her thighs squeezed together.
“Not tonight,” I said, nodding at the door.
“The door’s already locked. The walls are so thick that it would take one hell of a scream for anyone to hear you—and if they did, they’d just think you were having a very good time.
” I looked from Bailey to McKenna and back again. “Bailey knows what I’m talking about.”
“I do,” the blonde whispered.
“So tonight’s rule is this: I want to hear everything. If either of you are quiet, I’m going to assume I’m doing something wrong.” The smirk spread across my face. “Which means I’ll have to stop until you fix it.”
Bailey made a sound like steam escaping a teakettle. Next to her, McKenna nodded like a bobblehead, her white wig clinging to her scalp for dear life.
“Master,” she whimpered, managing to slip back into her slutty android voice. “This unit’s audio output has no upper limit.”
“Good. I expect you to prove it.” I slid back a step, one foot on the floor. “Babygirl, show my new robot what ‘serving humanity’ really looks like.”
I didn’t need to tell her twice. Bailey had been waiting for this from the second I stepped into the hotel room.
She took McKenna by the shoulders and pushed her onto the mattress, moving with a speed and a roughness that surprised me given how submissive she was with me.
Then my sweet, kind babygirl—the same coed who woke up and made us all breakfast, the girl who read paperbacks on my porch during barbecues—hooked her fingers into that white bodysuit, tugged it to the side and buried her face between her best friend’s thighs with a moan that I felt all the way to the marrow of my fucking bones.
Holy shit.
It surprised McKenna even more than me. Her back arched, the fabric of the bodysuit stretching taut across her tits. “Bailey, oh fuck—!”
“Language, 2B,” I snickered, settling in beside them to watch the show.