today, honey?” she asked.
“I have an appointment.”
“Of course you do.” Her eyes slid down his body. “Who’s it with?”
“Your most expensive bot.”
She smiled. “Ah, so you’re the Cyborg. I thought you might be. Right this way.” She turned and swayed her way down a passageway off to the left, past the tables and pillows, and into a dimly lit corridor hidden behind even more drapes of cloth. She lifted them and waited for him to pass through and join her.
Behind him, the sounds of the port rose in volume for a split second, indicating the arrival of another. Hysterian glanced behind him and stopped.
It was Raul.
“You coming sweetheart? She’s waiting for you,” the headmistress said, and hummed. “Just about in a frenzy for you.”
Raul let out an appreciative whistle as he looked around the brothel. When he was about to turn toward Hysterian, Hysterian stepped into the corridor only to shift the cloth aside to watch his subordinate.
Of course Raul would be here. There were other places like this brothel on Libra, but not as well known or discreet. Hysterian had seen the man jerk his dick right out in the open, yards away from where Alexa was sleeping, where she could’ve seen him if she’d left her quarters.
Hysterian’s hands clenched.
A scantily clad sexbot wearing a golden slave costume approached Raul. She placed the flat of her palms on his chest and leaned up. She whispered something in his ear.
“There something else I could get you, sweet pea? Someone catch your eye? Me, perhaps?” the headmistress asked when she realized Hysterian wasn’t going to follow her deeper into the establishment.
“That man,” he nodded toward Raul, moving the drapes aside enough for the headmistress to see.
She sidled up next to him. “What about him?”
“Change of plans. I want you to give him my appointment.”
“You do? Are you sure?” The Amazon pouted.
“Yes, but I’ll need to pay extra for discretion.”
“What are you thinking?”
“I want to watch.”
She eyed him. “You’re a kinky one, aren’t you, love?” She hummed some more, tapping her finger on her lips. “I’d have to charge you triple what you already owe.”
“Quadruple it if you ignore the screams.”
“Oh, honey. We always ignore the screams. We use safe words.”
“These will be different screams.”
The sexbot leaned away from Raul and jutted out her chest. Raul smiled and pulled down the strips of cloth hiding her breasts, cupping them in his hands when they were out on display.
Hysterian gritted his teeth.
Raul squeezed the sexbot’s breasts, flicked her nipples, testing them and her response like she was a non-sentient piece of meat he was inspecting to potentially purchase. The sexbot moaned just as another approached from the side. He turned to her just as she pulled down her top.
Hysterian let the drapes fall back into place. The headmistress straightened from where she was watching beside him.
“I’ll need the money upfront,” she said.
Hysterian flicked open his wristcon.
“I’ll also need reassurance that whatever happens, my establishment, and all those who work within it, will be safe.”
“They won’t come to any harm. In fact, give them the night off. I’ll pay for the house,” he told her as he swiped an exorbitant amount of money her way.
Dollar signs instead of hearts materialized in the air between them. The headmistress beamed while the green glow illumed her face.
“Oh, you’re just a doll. The room is at the end of the hall, last door on your left.” She flounced past him and back through the drapery. The headmistress clapped her hands and went straight for Raul and the sexbots gathered around him.
Hysterian watched as the headmistress talked Raul up. When one of the sexbots started kissing Raul’s neck, disgust filled Hysterian and he made his way to the room.
Alexa could do better. What she saw in Raul, Hysterian had no idea, but he loathed that she’d been sharing a room with the sex-crazed cretin for over a month now.
Not anymore.
He made fucking sure of that. Alexa was going to be in his bed tonight, whether she liked it or not. She’d be safe there.
Hysterian scanned the room, finding a place to wait. Like the rest of the brothel, the walls were littered with drapes. The sexbot—his sexbot—was perched on the bed, wearing nothing but a scrap of red panties.
She watched him curiously but didn’t say a word, eventually turning back toward the door.
He didn’t have to wait long.
The door opened, and Raul stepped into the room, whistling out a breath when he saw what awaited him.
A state-of-the-art partially