Marrissa slipped a sleek steel blue kimono on over her crimson bodice and ran to the door, a tiny tingle of excitement starting up in the hollow of her inner thigh. Maybe this was it, the package she'd been waiting for. Oh, what bliss to come, she thought and heard the cheesy, saccharine lilt of the refrain from the commercial running through her head...
BoyTron pumps away...
'Til the batteries run out...
The dwarf class Delivery Droid at the door held the tall box vertically in its stainlees steel claw. She hastily shoved a tip credit into its silver abdomen and grabbed the elongated box and hastily planted it inside the hall. Door closed, she dragged it along the hallway and into the bedroom that gave on to the vestibule, then tried to lift it. My, this is *heavy* - she thought, the tingle that had started in her inner thigh now working its way steadily up to her abdomen where she now felt a burning clench, a fearsome raunch that made her feel quite suddenly shocked at her own appetite. With an enormous heave, she launched the box on to the bed and began feverishly to wrestle with the thick bronze staples and wide strips of tape holding the box secure.
Eventually freeing the top of the box after some effort, she peeled aside two or three layers of tissue paper and there he was; the BoyTron; Luxury Series IIa, fully mobile mandibles (as standard), roto pelvis function, extra-regular size, black model. The peachy fuzzed surface caught the soft blue light from her bedside tan dispenser, soft hairs rippling around its abdomen. BoyTron's face looked back up at her, slightly sad, but with what appeared to be the beginnings of a playful smile about to spread across its coal-dark face. She fumbled with the instructions - why did they always put the English version halfway through?? - and quickly located the discretely secluded opening into which she would insert the lovingly cradled token in her palm and bring the Boytron to life...
BoyTron pumps away
'Til the batteries run out...
Gently, Marrissa clasped BoyTron's pretty-plump biceps and gently rolled him onto his side, pulling the box away and allowing it to fall will-nilly on the floor beside the bed. She lay him on his back once more, spread her knees and allowed the shimmering blue kimono to slide down her back and arms and fall like a shiny turquoise puddle about her on the sheets. Edging her way up Boytron, the token gripped between her long-nailed fingers, Marrissa felt with her little pinky for the delicate indenture of the slot. Hovering over him now, she touched the token to the top of the slot and with deliberately slow, sensuous sychronization slid the token and herself down, down, down...
BoyTron pumps away
'Til the batteries run out...
Pump, pump, pump...
L.U.V. on y'all,
Bob
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