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Vivian was actually having a pretty normal Friday, all things considered. When one is the personal assistant to an eccentric heiress, they must be grateful for the days where they simply get on the train, arrive, and answer a phone call or two. Vivian probably should have assumed that their boss, Mandy, would ruin this perfectly good day when she stopped by Vivian’s office.
“Viv, darling, could I ask you something?” Vivian was both concerned and intrigued by Mandy’s shy tone. It was quite the departure from her typical confident and bold attitude.
“That’s what you pay me for, isn’t it?” Vivian responded. Mandy laughed softly, the round ringing like a bell. Her smile always seemed to glow, at least to Vivian.
“Right as always, but, well-” Mandy’s laughter turned nervous. “What I’m asking is far beyond your normal responsibilities.”
“Are you going to ask?” Vivian said, raising their eyebrows. They were becoming increasingly concerned. Mandy was almost never nervous.
“Right! Right. Do you remember the… large purchase I made a few months ago?” If she didn’t have Vivian’s attention before, she did now. They very much remembered the quote, “large purchase” of two sexbots. Top of the line, the best in the market, they were one of the few expensive things Mandy had that Vivian was truly jealous of. What they wouldn’t do for a spin with those bad boys.
“Yes, is there something wrong with them?” Vivian said hesitantly. “Because I can call the manufacturer-”
“No, no, it’s nothing like that,” Mandy interrupted. She sighed, and then focused her vision on Vivian. Whatever this was, she clearly meant business. Though they would never admit it, Vivian liked seeing this look on Mandy. It spoke to there being more to her than one might assume, a fierceness most would never see. “I have something I want to try with the bots, but it would require another person.”
Vivian’s eyes nearly popped out of their head. Were they really being propositioned? By Mandy? While they were busy picking their jaw up off the floor, she continued.
“I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, Vivian, and if you are I will never bring this up again. But I couldn’t help but notice how interested in the bots you were,” Another reminder that there was much more to Mandy than the airheadedness expected by most. Vivian hadn’t tried to give off any impression of being interested. In fact they’d attempted to do the opposite. But still, Mandy could see it. It made them feel something they couldn’t describe. Vivian leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand.
“I’m not uncomfortable. What exactly are you offering?” Mandy smirked at that. That feeling, that Vivian knew but couldn’t admit was lust, intensified.
“Would you like a turn with them, Viv?” Mandy leaned over their desk, face only inches from Vivian’s own. “Because I would love to see you between the two of them.”
Was this a dream come true or Vivian’s worst nightmare? They looked up at Mandy, the living embodiment of confidence, offering them something they’d wanted for so long. There was no saying no, not for Vivian. Not out of any fear for their job, or relationship with Mandy. No, they just knew they’d absolutely kick themselves if they turned down this chance. Even knowing they’d say yes, however, they still wondered. Would they be Eve with the apple? Or Benjamin Franklin with the key in the storm?
“Yes,” Just one word, three little letters unlocking something unbelievable. Mandy tipped Vivian’s chin up with her hand, and they knew it was lust they were feeling now. It burned a line from their chin, from Mandy’s hand, down their chest, pooling in their stomach. They could hardly breathe with it and they hardly wanted to.
“Be here tomorrow at seven,” Mandy said. With their faces so close, Vivian could feel her breath as she said it. They could be dying, right then and there, and not notice. “If you don’t mind coming in on your day off, of course.”
“I’ll manage,” they said quietly, almost whispering. Mandy ran her thumb over Vivian’s bottom lip. They felt like a livewire, like they could power the entirety of L.A. at that very second.
“Dress nice.” Mandy said, stepping away. Her face was smug, but Vivian didn’t have an ounce of shame in them.
In fact, they still had no shame when they arrived that Saturday. Having decided to wear their littlest little black dress and their one and only lingerie set, Vivian was sure their outfit qualified as nice. Hopefully more than nice. Mandy was there in the hall when they arrived. She was wearing a sheer, gauzy thing that hardly qualified as a dress considering how little it covered. Leaning against the wall, she could be the subject of a lifetime’s worth of paintings. It was a damn shame Vivian couldn’t paint.
“It’s 7:02” Mandy’s voice was near a sulk, and wasn’t that a sound. Vivian rolled their eyes. So petty. So Mandy.
“What, did you think I’d be early?” they responded.
“You seemed excited yesterday,” Mandy left the wall to approach Vivian. Her arms were crossed, but she was only doing so much to fake annoyance.
“I am excited, but you said seven.” Vivian lifted their chin in just such a way that said hey, I can be petty too. The fire in Mandy’s eyes only became clearer, then.
“Well! We shouldn’t be wasting any more time!” She grabbed Vivian’s arm and began walking them through the house. It didn’t slip their notice how impatient Mandy was being. Was it an act, a fun role to play? Or, or, could she really and truly not wait for what she had planned for Vivian? It occurred to them, as they walked through elaborately decorated rooms and up intricate staircases, that they had no idea what exactly Mandy had planned for them. She’d mentioned the sexbots, specifically wanting to see Vivian between them (and what an idea that was). But, she had said little else. Maybe next time, if there was ever a next time Vivian would ask more questions. When the two of them finally reached the right door, however, Vivian realized they were just fine with being in for a surprise.
When Mandy opened the door, Vivian’s eyes were immediately drawn to the corner where the bots stood, past the bed and inexplicable table also present. They unconsciously stepped forward, seeming entranced by them. The two bots were identical, appearance not unlike an artist’s jointed doll. Except, of course, for the massive cocks attached to each one. Vivian took another step forward, entranced, but their arm was once again caught by Mandy.
“Now, now, who said you could touch those?” Vivian hadn’t touched anything, much to their own dismay.
“Isn’t that the point?” They said, almost petulant.
“Look who's being impatient now?” Mandy once again smirked, using her hold on Vivian to guide them to the bed. Pushing them to sit, Mandy leaned over Vivian. With their positions mirroring how they had been in Vivian’s office, their eyes widened. The burning returned, their chest and stomach alive with the fire. When Mandy leaned in to kiss them, the heat began to drip lower. Vivian tilted their face, deepening the kiss, nose brushing Mandy’s. Fire became lightning, lighting them up from their lips to their toes. Vivian lifted their arms to wrap around Mandy’s neck, a hand in her hair. Mandy put her hands under their dress, thumb brushing the edge of their lacy underwear. Separating their lips but not going far, she cooed, “Did you get all dressed up just for me?” Vivian keened, almost ashamed at how riled up they were over such little attention.
“You said,” and when in all this had they run out of breath? “to dress nice.”
“I did, didn’t I? Well you certainly delivered, darling,” Mandy purred. “It’s a shame it’s in my way, you look beautiful all dolled up.”
She pulled Vivian’s dress up and off their body, and leaned back in to kiss them, pushing them to lay flat. It was much shorter this time, Mandy moving from Vivian’s lips to their jaw, then their neck. Vivian’s back arched and they were panting, still unable to catch their breath. Mandy reached Vivian’s collarbone and bit, albeit gently. They gasped, the fire, the arousal they felt! Never had they gotten this high just from a little making out. And as Mandy’s mouth reached the line between their bra and their skin, Vivian knew. They knew they’d never feel this way with anyone else ever again. They were ruined for the rest of the world and they hadn’t spent a second with Mandy’s bots. Just several with her extremely skilled mouth. Mandy reached under Vivian, quickly unclasping their bra and pulling it away as well. She put her tongue, flat, against one of Vivian’s nipples and licked. Repeatedly. Vivian moaned. Fuck L.A., they could power the entirety of the west coast just from Mandy’s touch alone. Her lips, her teeth, her tongue were overwhelmingly incredible. Vivian almost forgot about the sexbots. Almost.
At that moment, they weren’t what mattered. Mandy had moved on from Vivian’s nipples, kissing a line down her stomach until she once again reached their lacy underwear. Oh so gently, teasingly, she pressed a kiss right over Vivian’s clit. It was like a staircase, with every step climbed their pleasure reached a new height. Mandy began to slowly ease their underwear down their legs and Vivian fucking whined.
“Viv, baby, you’re so desperate!” Mandy gigged. Damn her and her composure.
“Hurry, please I want you so bad,” it was official. Vivian really had lost their damn mind. Mandy laughed again, and Vivian felt like their ears were ringing with the sound.
“Oh, babydoll, as good as I am at this,” Mandy pulled Vivian’s underwear free of their ankles, “And I am good. I’m not the main event, remember?”
Vivian groaned, only half in response. Mandy kissed the inside of their knee.
“This is just preparation. I want you to be soaking fucking wet for my bots,” since when did Mandy, sweet Mandy swear? And Vivian thought they understood her. Head thrown back, having the best sex of their life and still untouched by Mandy or her bots, they succumbed to their fate. They moaned as she kissed up their thigh to their cunt. Finally, Mandy gently licked their clit, just teasing. When was it going to end, Vivian wondered, or more accurately, when was it going to get started? Mandy lightly ran her finger over Vivian’s cunt.
“I’m going to get you ready, sweetheart, and then my bots are going to play with you. God, they’re going to put on such a show with you, my pretty little toy,” Mandy purred. Vivian keened.
“Please, please fucking touch me, please,” Vivian had never wanted anything more in their life.
“Good toy, asking so nicely. I think I’ll give you what you want, huh?” With that, Mandy finally slid her finger inside Vivian’s cunt. “You’re so wet for me baby, all slicked up for our friends, yeah?”
And Vivian was. They were a desperate, whiny mess, begging to be filled up by the monster cocks attached to the bots. Still, Mandy was careful as she slid her fingers in and out of Vivian. It drove them crazy. They writhed on the bed, impatient. But Mandy took care to finger Vivian open properly.
“You ready, baby?” She finally asked.
“Yes, I’m ready, please?” Vivian said, absolutely aching for it.
“Go lay down on the table for me, okay darling? On your stomach,” Vivian complied, although she was somewhat confused. Why the table? But they wanted it too badly to ask. Another time, they’d ask questions. Another time. The table was such that if they laid across it, their head would hang off one side, and their legs would hang off the other. Suddenly, why Mandy wanted them in this position made complete sense. Vivian could suddenly hear the bots stand. It was time. As Vivian expected, one stood behind and one in front. As much sense as it made to them, they still looked up in shock. Maybe there wouldn’t be a next time because they were about to die of a heart attack right here on this table. They smiled. Hell of a way to die.
The bot in front slid a hand into Vivian’s hair, positioning their head. The one behind spread their legs, placing it’s hands on their hips. They slid in simultaneously. They held for a second. Then, they set a rough pace with their thrusts, keeping in eerily perfect time with each other. The table shook with the force they were using to slam into Vivian, who was starting to feel the lack of air. Their hands gripped the edge of the table in a vain attempt to keep them grounded.
A sound from the bed really brought Vivian back to reality. Mandy moaned, clearly enjoying the sight of her PA being spitroasted by her sex bots. The realization had electricity pulsing through Vivian as they came, their eyes squeezing shut. Vivian didn’t even realize they were close, didn’t realize their boss found it hot to watch them get railed, and did not realize how hot they found being watched. To top it all off, the robots hadn’t stopped. They were still pounding Vivian into the table, leaving bruises on their thighs. So what if Vivian had come? This wasn’t about them. This was about giving Mandy a show.
High off the overstimulation, Vivian couldn’t feel their legs, couldn’t tell if their hands were still holding on to the table. Their world had shrunk to the plasticky hand in their hair, holding their head steady for the cock pushing in deeper with every thrust into their reddened mouth, scraping at their throat. And the hands, gripping their hips, pushing them back onto the cock hammering into their cunt. Abruptly, the steady rhythm they’ve been keeping stutters, pauses for a single second. Cum floods Vivian’s holes. Another thing they didn’t realize: these robots can come. They begin to fuck their cum into Vivian, filling the room with sloppy, wet sounds. It dripped down their chin, down their thighs. Vivian felt dirty. Ruined. Slutty. The bots paused again, and although it’d be far too soon for a human, Vivian knew what it meant. Cum gushed down the back of their throat and flowed into their cunt. They keened around the cock in their mouth, the sensation of being full pushing them over the edge again. Vivian wished they could beg, but even without their mouth being full, they weren't sure they could speak. But they’d beg for more cum if they could. They wanted to be drenched in it.
Vivian didn’t hear Mandy stand, but they felt her grab their hand. She pulls it to her own soaked pussy. “You feel that, darling? Do you feel what you did to me? You’re so fucking sexy, Viv, you’re doing so good. Watching you just take it, let my bots take you like you’re meant for it, it’s so hot.” Vivian moaned at the praise, tumbling into a third orgasm. “God, you’re all keyed up for me, baby? All for me?” Mandy began to grind against Vivian’s hand. They felt their fingers getting soaked in her slick. Vivian whined. It was all starting to be too much, but at the same time, they didn’t want to stop. Vivian felt so good, so attractive, so used, they could stay in this moment forever. They’d do anything to feel like this. They again wished their mouth was free to beg.
Mandy’s grinding began to speed up,”You’re so good for me, baby, so good,” she rasped. Vivian felt her squirt into their hand. Used. Used used used. They were being used. Vivian’s head spun as the robots thrusting continued to shake the table. They couldn’t think. Couldn’t move. They weren’t anything other than a prop in Mandy’s fantasy, barely above a pillow to be grinded on. They felt like a toy. After the robots finally ceased their ruthless fucking, Vivian would stand on numb, shaking legs and walk to the corner with them. They’d sit there on the floor, dripping cum until Mandy got around to cleaning them out. Or maybe she wouldn’t. Maybe she’d forget, and Vivian would sit there for days or weeks, encrusted in cum. And they wouldn’t complain, because toys can’t complain. They’d just sit and wait like a good little toy. Because they were a good toy. Good for nothing but being fucked endlessly.
The robots pulled out suddenly, but before Vivian could mourn the loss, they came for a third time. Cum covered their face, their back, their legs. It was in their hair and dripping down their ass crack. Vivian let out a pitiful moan, having gotten what they wished for. They were drenched in cum. There was a click, and they were just able to turn their head to see Mandy holding a camera. Mandy was taking pictures of them, immortalizing how pitiful and disgusting they must look. If they weren’t entirely fucked out, they might have come a fourth time knowing that Mandy wanted to keep that image forever.
“Don’t worry, darling, these won’t get out to anyone, I just can’t let this be the only time I see you gorgeous cunt dripping cum,” Mandy says. She runs a finger through the cooling cum covering Vivian’s back. They hadn’t even thought about other people seeing the pictures. They wanted to say that Mandy could show them to anyone, that she could post them online and ruin Vivian’s life, they wanted to beg her to do so, so she’d be Mandy’s forever. Vivian wanted to say that they’d get under Mandy or her bots any day of the week, any time she wanted, forever, if Mandy wanted that. But all they could do was whine. Their voice was shot and their mouth wouldn’t work- but maybe that was for the best. Toys don’t talk, after all, they just sit there and take it.
“Oh you poor thing!” Mandy said, and she was right, Vivian was just a poor, pathetic little toy,“Let’s get you off the table and into the bath, how about that?”
So Mandy was going to clean them out before putting them away after all. Vivian was almost disappointed. They whined again. Mandy leaned down to look at their face.
“Vivian,” Mandy said gently. “Are you in subspace right now?”
They were pretty sure they knew what that meant, but they couldn’t remember. They whined again, not knowing what to do. They were starting to feel very, very sore.
“I think you are, baby, that’s alright, I’m going to help you walk to the bathroom, and then we’re going to get all cleaned up, and then we can cuddle in here if you’d like” Mandy gently scratched their scalp as she spoke. Vivian was just about able to nod. They began shivering, just a little. Mandy quickly pulled them up off the table and put Vivian’s arm around her shoulder. “It’s alright Viv, you did such a good job for me, you were so good.”
Vivian leaned hard into Mandy, but it was alright. They were alright. They just had to make it to the bath, and with Mandy’s help it’d all be fine.