Hellcats #6: Lovebot 2.0 Read Free Page A

corridor. A moment later they stopped in front of one of the string of cabin doors and she opened it up. Ryan stepped in after her and stopped, marveling at how untidy the room was. There were clothes everywhere, on the back of the sole chair in the room, piled up in two corners, on the bed. On the desk, on either side of a laptop, were piles of tablets, all of them powered down. Scattered across the floor, the desk, the dresser, a tabletop...all manner of trinkets and odds and ends.
    Ryan spied, in one sweep of his gaze, a ring with a large emerald on it, two wood carvings of cats, a holographic projector pad, an old Zippo lighter of battered silver metal, a pistol and what might have been a flashlight in the shape of a dragon's head.
    “What...what is all this?” he asked as the door closed behind him.
    “My junk,” she said. “I'll tell you about it later. But for right now...”
    She pushed him back onto the bed. He realized she'd changed, somehow, in between the time he'd seen her in the hallway and right now. During the interim where he was staring at her disorganized room, Love had somehow become naked, growing nipples and a vagina. And, even more perplexing, she was somehow even more attractive than before. She climbed atop him and leaned down, kissing him deeply. When she slipped her tongue in, he was surprised to find that it felt like a real tongue, wet, soft, smooth, but not too smooth, like plastic, like he'd expected. She tasted good, too. Really good, like honey and sugar.
    He reached up and ran his hands down her back, to the firm curve of her ass. She let out a small, pleasured gasp as he did so. She deepened the kiss while grabbing one of his hands and bringing it around to her chest. He grasped one of her large breasts. It seemed to fit perfectly into his hand. Ryan had a flash of an idea: he imagined that she had sensors built into her and she'd scanned the width, height and structure of his hand, then gently reshaped her breasts so that they would perfectly fit into them. He'd read that somewhere, that sexbots could do that. Love was clearly a sexbot, but he'd never heard of one being a mercenary as well.
    She undressed him, working smoothly and efficiently. Before he knew it, he was lying naked on her bed, his head resting on an immensely comfortable pillow. Love was above him, holding herself up, balancing perfectly on her hands.
    “Is this weird for you? Us just having met and all?” she asked.
    “No, not really. It's still a rush, but this is how me and Emily did it, pretty much. I was inside of her within twenty minutes of meeting her,” Ryan replied.
    Love smiled. “Good, I don't want you to be nervous. I'm going to take very good care of you. I want you to relax and lay back,” she said.
    Then she lowered herself down the length of his body. Her skin was soft and warm and flawless. It felt like real skin brushing against his naked body. She gently moved his legs aside, spreading them, and then laid down on her taut stomach, he feet up in the air, hands reaching out. She gripped his hard length, encircled it with her thumb and forefinger. She slid them up and down the length of him, seemingly fascinated by his dick, staring at it. Finally, she made a fist around it, and he noticed that her hand wasn't too big or too small, it fit perfectly. Her grip was firm without being too tight, and she began to jack him off.
    He let out a low groan as she began pumping faster. He heard her moan softly and she kept going, faster and faster, somehow never breathing rhythm or losing her grip. Then, without breaking stride, she lowered her head and slipped half his length into her mouth. Ryan gasped at the sudden feeling of wet warmth and glanced down. She was bobbing her head expertly, still using her hand to jack him while also sucking him off.
    And the speed at which she was doing this was incredible.
    A thought floated free of his pleasure-overloaded mind, there and gone in an instant: being a sexbot,