My Erotica – Out to Dry (17 page)

He looked
forward to the complete unpredictability of the night.

And if they
missed out, well they could always use any of the available girls
at the bar.

But the mission
was to get real females, and he was determined to put in his best
performance.

He entered the
bar, the scanner at the entrance automatically processing him; he
nodded to give his consent to the terms of entry that flashed
through his chip. The information was filed away somewhere in his
brain and he was free to enjoy the night.

Rip walked up
to the bar and nodded at the barmaid. She accepted the order and
poured the beer for him. This was one of the "authentic" bars were
everything worked, supposedly, like it did hundreds of years
ago.

He suspected
that may not be perfectly true.

The barmaid
wore no clothing, so that was one give away to it not being
completely authentic, and he doubted she was a real female,
although it was hard to tell these days, unless one asked. What was
very obvious was that she was stunningly attractive.

She had an air
of sexual availability about her. He suspected she was indeed a
fembot.

Rip took a
slurp on the beer she had put before him and licked his lips. It
was a nice brew.

He looked
around the establishment.

The neoplasm
walls glowed with patterns and images mostly sexual in nature to
obviously get everyone in the mood. There were maybe a dozen, two
dozen patrons in the bar.

It always
amazed him that a wall could be made of hard light, like the
neoplasm walls, but then again lots of things amazed him in this
world, he wasn't a scientist, he was a bureaucrat.

He knew he was
lucky to live in this world, or at least in this part of the world,
and he was lucky not to have lived in many of the previous eras.
They seemed far too brutal for him.

Sure, life was
still a bitch in the 23rd century, but it seemed like more fun than
in the past.

Of course,
humans still weren't free, but they never had been. The Corporation
had come out of the closet in the 22nd century during the ice ages
and now there was no pretence.

The Corporation
owned everyone and everything, but if you kept your head down,
there was no way they could track every word and act of every
person and generally if you were a strong consumer they were happy
to let you get up to a bit of lawlessness from time to time. They
weren’t completely stupid!

Tonight, Rip
and his buddies were going to do just that, they were eager to get
up to a bit of lawlessness by fucking a few real females.

In his world,
it wasn’t something you were meant to do. Real females, and there
weren’t many of them, were kept for breeding, to ensure there was a
new generation. They weren’t meant to be available for sex with
commoners like Rip. But tonight was going to be different, he had
plans.

GIRLS

He put down his
empty glass and ordered another.

Then he noticed
his friend Tam come over.

He waved at Tam
who was dressed head to toe in a glorious gold coloured robe. Very
impressive indeed and even gold eyeballs to match - that must have
cost a few New Credits.

“Bro.”

“Bro.”

They hugged and
gave each other a peck on each cheek.

“You look
stunning tonight,” declared Rip, “and those eyeballs must have cost
a fortune.”

“Thanks honey,
so sweet of you.”

“You are so
kind, well, you look so glamorous yourself, Big Boy. Those girlies
surely won’t be able to resist us boys tonight.”

“Not if they
have any taste.”

“Bro!” boomed a
deep voice behind them and they were both wrapped up in the arms of
a monster.

Rip turned
around.

“Jos, how are
you?”

“Better now
that I have seen you two studs.”

Rip looked at
Jos.

“Shit, you will
blow those girls minds,” he said as he looked his friend up and
down.

Jos wore super
tight leggings that hugged every muscle, every fibre, and of course
hugged his packet very tightly.

And Jos had a
packet, a big packet!

He was
originally of American negro descent. Whilst his people would have
been dark skinned once, now he and his people were mostly a light
brown skinned people as they changed colour each generation, just a
little, now they were living primarily in the temperate regions of
the planet.

He was a very
big and solid man with a very large male member.

This was no
enhancement, like most men sported these days, it was the real
thing, and it was a monster cock. So in his skin tight leggings his
bulge was immense.

Rip reached
down and gave the monstrous package a familiar squeeze.

“So Big Boy,
you going to give the girls a taste of this tonight?”

They all
laughed.

“Sure man,” Jos
joked and ordered a beer.

The three men
clinked their pseudo glasses together and proposed that they have
good sex that night.

“Hey, just one
question,” asked Jos, “if we get some girls, are we going to fuck
them here in real life in the flesh, or are we going to take them
to Fantasy World and fuck them there?”

“Oh no,”
interjected Tam, “the whole point of the exercise is to fuck real
girls in the flesh, in the here and now.”

He was about to
continue when his jaw dropped and he looked towards the
entrance.

“Fuck me!” he
blurted out as he nearly choked on his drink.

“Are they
real?”

Jos whistled
softly under his breath.

“I don't think
they could get in if they weren't real, not tonight anyhow, is that
right?”

“Hmm, yes, that
is true from what I have been told,” responded Rip.

“And yes
indeed, they are so hot!”

The three men
had their eyes glued to the young women, who themselves appeared to
have their outfits glue on to their bodies.

They wore
coloured and patterned garments that seemed to be glued on as they
were so body hugging.

“Oh, I think
its paint,” said Rip.

“You know,
those new body colours that breathe.”

“Fuck, they
look hot, and to imagine they are real living, breathing
females.”

“Well
gentlemen, I think we should invite the ladies over for a drink
don't you?”

“Before some
others lechers notice them.”

“Already done
it,” said Tam, “and one of them accepted. Message just came in
then.”

Rip looked down
at his friend Jos.

“I hope you are
going to be ok with that big package, Jos.” They all laughed.

The women were
now only feet away and smiled as they faced the boys.

“Hello guys,
thanks for the invite, we were a bit nervous, we have never been
here before.”

“And thanks for
the drinks offer. We have sent through our orders, the barmaid is
making them now.”

“Yep, just got
the tab,” replied Jos. “It's our pleasure. Shall we all sit
down.”

The three girls
looked at Jos, and their eyes went down to his package and one of
them just had to be bold.

“I hope you
don't mind, honey, but I just have to feel that.”

She reached
down with her hand and felt the weight of Jos’s package.

“Oh my,” she
said, “that is such a nice weight. Don't you dare go home tonight
without letting me try you, you hear?”

They all
laughed and sat down.

The men
introduced themselves, they all drank to their good health and the
girls continued the introductions.

“Well,” said
the lovely blond on the left with the bob haircut.

“My name is
Max, this is Sam,” as she gestured to the red head next to her,
“and over here, this is Lou,” as she gestured to the girl who had
groped Jos.

“Of course,
they are only our social names; if we need to we will share our
full IDs later.”

Sam, the
redhead, who already had most of Rip’s attention added, “of course
we know why you boys are here and what you want. You want to try
sex with some real women. How cute.”

“But if you
want to know why we are here, we have decided to be a bit nasty
tonight and snuck out of our estate this afternoon. We went out for
dinner here in the city and thought we might try sex for fun
tonight, rather than sex for breeding which is what we are always
stuck with.”

“It's so
annoying just being a breeding machine.”

“You guys are
so lucky getting what you want, lots of sex, just for fun.”

“Well, replied
Tam, “it is great, that is true. But sometimes you do remember they
are just fembots and you wish they would show some personality and
tell you they had a headache and so no sex tonight!”

They all
laughed.

Rip dived in,
“Well, I don't mind fembots, I love being able to have sex when I
want, but I suppose I am like all of you, I just wanted to be
daring, and naughty and do something different and forbidden
tonight.”

“By the way
Sam, I do love your tits, do you mind if I have a feel?”

“No, that's
fine hun,” she said as she leant forward and let Rip feel her
dangling breasts.

“And they are
one hundred percent real, too,” added Max. “None of us are wearing
any add ons.”

“Wow, that's
nice, so soft and feminine,” he said as he held Sam’s breast in his
fingers.

“Now remember
boys, if we decide to have sex tonight, you aren't allowed to make
us pregnant, we can only breed with the elite, not you guys,
ok?”

“Yes, that's
fine with me,” said Jos, “we knew that was the rule.”

“We have all
taken the pill tonight anyhow.”

“Good boys,”
replied Sam.

“Bloody elite,
getting you hot girls to breed with!”

“Well,”
encouraged Max, “you must work for the Corporation, don't you?
Maybe one day you will be higher up the ladder and get breeding
rights.”

“Are your
genetics good enough for breeding?”

“Ah, not me,”
said Jos, “I have American Negroid blood in me.”

“Oh that's a
pity, oh well, at least you can enjoy us girls on naughty days
out.”

She smiled at
him.

“I'm ok,” said
Rip, “I am of Scandinavian descent and my genes are breeding AAA. I
just need to get up the ladder high enough.”

“Ah, so you are
AAA?” asked Sam in confirmation. “That's nice, I wish I could breed
with you then. What's your mdna?”

When Rip
responded she cried out in amazement.

“Oh my god, you
have a rare DNA, yet it's the same as me.”

“We are
virtually cousins, kissing cousins, I hope.”

They all
laughed again.

Lou then leant
forward and asked a question quietly, as though she was keeping a
deathly secret.

“I have to ask
you boys a very personal question, ok?”

“Sure,” they
all said, leaning forward as well.

“I feel so
silly asking this, but what is it like for you having sex with
fembots? Is it really satisfying? Do they feel real?”

“Well,” said
Tam cheekily, “if you let me have a feel I can tell you.”

He motioned to
Sam and looked down between her legs.

She obligingly
opened them to reveal her painted folds of vaginal love.

Tam looked at
her, and asked, “May I?” And she nodded.

He touched her
labia, gave them a little rub and then inserted his finger into her
vagina.

All the girls
were looking at him to see his reaction.

Tam moved his
finger around inside Sam and then slowly and gently withdrew
it.

He brought it
to his nose, savoured it and smiled.

“Hmmm,” he
moaned as he tasted her vaginal fluids.

“Well?” asked
the girls dying to learn the truth.

“What do you
think?”

“Well,” started
Tam. The girls leant forward even further to hear the revelation.
He looked into Sam’s eyes.

“Well sweetie,
you feel exactly like a fembot.”

“And when I put
my finger to my nose, you had a most primitive and animal smell. I
must confess fembots have a less primitive smell, they don’t really
smell like you.”

“And you do
smell more earthy.”

“Oh,” said Sam,
sounding a little flat. I thought you would like it.

Tam looked at
her and beamed.

“I loved it,”
he said, “you smelled just heavenly, I feel addicted to your scent
already.”

The girls
clapped wildly and cheered.

“Oh yes, that's
such a lovely thing to say.” She leant forward and kissed him
passionately.

Lou continued
whilst the other two kissed.

“You know, we
really worry about how we compare with fembots. We can't be perfect
like them and they have so many advantages.”

“Yeh,” said
Max, “like no periods, grrrr.”

“And yet, here
we are ladies, three horny guys sitting with three beautiful real
women, having a drink and looking for a good time.”