Alya shifted in the chair. “Um, it depends.”
“Do you enjoy receiving it?”
“Again, it depends.”
“In general, if your partner is skilled, do you enjoy receiving it?”
“Oh. Yeah.”
“And if your partner is attentive and enthusiastic, do you enjoy giving it if you know it will be enjoyed... and you won’t be left hanging.”
“Oh. Definitely.”
“Good. It is a helluva ice breaker to drop to your knees.” Zera chuckled.
Vids of couples having sex started on the projector.
“What is your opinion of the accessibility of the following positions?”
Alya blinked, and her breath rushed out of her lungs as the view screen showed a female pinned against the wall while a male thrust upward into her. They were viewed through heat signature only, and some parts were hotter than others.
“Um, it looks like it would hurt the lady’s back from friction but, otherwise, really hot.”
The vid changed, she commented, changed again, and again.
Zera watched Alya’s responses through the scan on her computer. She responded to sexual situations with actual arousal, so that was something.
“Pick a scenario to watch, and get yourself off.”
Alya blinked. “What?”
“Public performance is often requested. If you can’t do it in front of me in a private office when I don’t care, you won’t be able to manage it with two team members glaring at you with hot eyes because they have bet on how long it will take for you to make yourself shudder.”
Alya locked up for a moment, and then, she muttered, “I... er... the threesome. Two guys and a girl.”
“Good. Do you want audio?”
“Oh, uh, yeah. That would be helpful.”
Zera brought up the vid and allowed the audio. No faces or bodies were visible, but when the voices came into the mix, it was obvious that it was her, Torun, and Tycho.
Alya glanced at her, and Zera kept her hands busy on her terminal, running her answers to the questions, cross-matching, and getting an outline of acceptable patrons. She had a fairly wide net.
A training program was created for Alya, and as she sat in the chair with her hand up her skirt and the other on her breast, her head thrown back, Zera smiled. If she passed the physical, she would be five weeks from her first connection, and after that, maybe she would take on managerial duties once she had gone through most of the menu options.
Alya made the cutest little squeak and a low moan as she came; Zera put the audio cue into her file. The sounds of a genuine orgasm were in the escort files. It helped the patrons know what to listen for.
Alya sat up, dazed, and Zera closed the projection file.
“That was you, right?”
“Correct.”
“How long did you do that?”
“Thirty-seven minutes. It was part of an extended session.” She quirked her lips. “That was a long night and a sore morning.”
“Did they hurt you?”
“No. My body just registered a protest. Now, Dr. Miliken is on the way, tidy up, and clean your hand.”
Alya had sucked her fingers clean and just finished tidying up when there was a knock at the door. Zera opened the door from her desk’s remote and opened the opacity. She sniffled, and Alya looked at her in surprise when tears were running down her cheeks.
Dr. Miliken paused. “Oh, Zera. I am so sorry. You know, I forget. You seem so business as usual until I look in your eyes, and then... We need you in the development lab. What are you wearing?”
Zera got to her feet. “My house burned down last night. I am just having the worst week. No clean clothing, so I am waiting on some deliveries.”
“Did you leave a note at the front?”
“Of course. Rehano has the information.”
“Good. Well, can you come?”
Zera nodded. “Thanks for the chat, Alya. I sent you a message with the rest of the information.”
Alya smiled. “Right. Thanks for answering my questions.”
Zera locked her office computer from her wristband and followed Dr. Miliken down the hall and to the development lab.
There was something off about the doc today, so Zera kept an eye on him.
Dr. Miliken paused outside the lab. “Can you open the door? I seem to have forgotten my pass.”
“Doc, it’s in your wristband.”
Dr. Miliken turned to look at her. Zera stepped back and yelled, “Security!”
Bots emerged from the walls and surrounded them. Zera dropped to her knees with her hands on her head. The bots verified her and turned on Dr. Miliken. The man backed against the wall and put his hands out. When he didn’t use the specific protocol, they started zapping. He looked really surprised.
“Ah!”
The shot to the groin made her wince, but she remained on her knees until the security officers arrived, verified her identity, and then, they walked over to the smouldering heap of something that had been masquerading as Dr. Miliken.
She crouched and looked at the man on the ground. “Do I know you?”
“I held your wrists at one of Mentor’s parties. He had me try to replicate you once.” He coughed. “If he finds you, you are going to regret it. He wasn’t gentle.” He smiled. “He thought she was the one, but it’s you. He wants you.”
“Aw, I know. But, you found me, so how hard can it be? I think Mentor just isn’t trying. I know he’s not trying in bed, so he is just an underachiever.” Her tone was low, and his eyes flared in outrage.
She chuckled. “Ah, so you are in there, after all, Mentor. Good to know. How many of your pets have you ridden around in?”
His eyes went blue-white. “A few. Several have even enjoyed your company, but you wouldn’t know. You have those silly masks.”
“They serve a purpose. I am guessing that they don’t work on you.”
“Not at my distance.” He grinned. “I will see you again, Zera.”
The fake began seizing, and blood trickled out of his ears. The guards called for medical assistance.
Zera was shoved back, and she watched the man who had carried Mentor’s mind into the black section of the program
