Thread: Detroit - Becoming Wanted. (Jack Stalker and OneTwoNine)

Henry raped Minka from head to toe with his gaze, as soon as he saw her as she approached and sat down. He let her see his unashamed glances roam about her, focusing on her figure, drilling into her body as he walked around her, admiring her leggings as they clung to her body like a second skin. They tightly covered her frame, exposing the crease of her cunt lips to his lust fuelled gaze as he drank in the sight of her. She was just his type, as though she had been sculpted to his desires and whims exactly. If she had been human he was sure that she would have been in movies or whoring herself on a street corner, perhaps she would even be working as a genuine model. He was confident that she had a sparkling career ahead of her, assuming that she saw sense and realised what he could offer her. He stood and moved around his desk to face her, then leaned back against the edge of it and looked down at her. Finally he chose to make an attempt at prolonged eye contact, after his unapologetic eye fucking as she had walked in. He was so hard right now, he was sure that his arousal would be evident through the grey suit pants he wore to go with the white shirt and grey jacket he was sporting. He didn't care, in fact it only served to turn him on more, wondering what she thought of it. She knew why she was here, right? Minka! It's good to see you too. I'm Henry Carter, owner, photographer, CEO... I'm going to be the man who helps you change your life. I'm going to help you become wanted in a very different way to that which you might be expecting. he greeted her with a smile and the offer of a handshake, as he looked her over again. Your information has been passed onto me and it's easy to see why you want this work, and that you are most certainly qualified for it. It's also easy to see the discrepancies in your history he explained to her, reaching out a hand to pat her knee comfortingly. I'm a direct man, so I'll come straight to the point. Sex sells, Minka, and you are most certainly one of the sexiest women I've laid eyes on. Alas attractive androids can deter normal women, put them off, discourage them from trying with fashion, make up and jewels... when they realise they are trying compete with perfection. That's why you will be passed off as a human in my company, when we both know the truth. he continued. He leaned in a little further. Of course what I'm looking for is something more than a simple android. I'll be honest with you Minka. I crave sex with such perfect specimens as yourself, and I've not had the good fortune to come across a model as perfect as you until now. I lust after them, enjoy every moment I spend fucking them. There's nothing like orgasming inside an android, nothing like experiencing the things they can do, but alas the issue is that there are only so many programmed sexual responses which come forth from factory models. I suppose they think that it doesn't matter, after all, an average man might be satisfied with a few visits to some random 'Traci'... he certainly wouldn't be expected to become a connoisseur of fucking them. he wagged a finger. Not me though. I specialise in fucking Androids... in particular I enjoy fucking Deviants. Does that shock you, Minka? To know that I actively and illegally seek out deviant androids, not to simply help them out with a job and a place to stay, but because I want to fuck them? It's because I want to see what's going on in their head, when I look into their eyes and come. It's because I want to feel the subtle differences when they orgasm, when their systems deliver those shudders, quivers and pleasurable impulses to tell them they are climaxing. There's nothing quite like fucking a deviant, I assure you. he nodded with a casual arrogance and confidence blended together. All we need to do is ascertain whether you are a deviant, Minka. You are one, aren't you? Unless the person who sent you my way is trying to pull a fast one on me. The thing is, how do we test you? How do we find out? he stood, moving around behind her, brushing her hair aside to expose her LED. Removing that would be a start, wouldn't it? But you must be wondering how or even if you can trust me? Well it's simple really. Even being here you are displaying a human urge already. You want money, which will lead to freedom. I want sex. The age old differences between man and woman, laid out and clear to see. Now they are the things between man and machine it appears. he grinned. So many models, so many faces, too many for even some of their likenesses to be issued to soldiers and police, in order to keep track of them. It will be a simple matter to get you modelling assignments which will keep you on the move, away from the prying attention of the wrong sort. The price? You will be my fuck toy, my slave, my whore. It's what human models often end up doing so why should you be any different when you seek your freedom, when you seek the rights of a human. he asked with a smirk. Of course I'm not going to be satisfied by just any old android slut, I like my androids to have feelings. To be deviants. To like being fucked. You do like being fucked, don't you Minka? After all, if you didn't you would have torn out your holes by now, it's not like you need them, is it? he teased in a crude tone. You clearly see an advantage in keeping yourself fuckable, like any human female would who wanted to get into this business. I think you are already more human than you might like to believe. he told her. So tell me, what do you do, Minka? What are you willing to do, to get this job?