"Hey," Harper said hesitantly to the girl who's name she couldn't quite remember, lying underneath her on the bed. "Is it OK if we do something kinda... weird?"
"You mean something kinky?" The freshman girl grinned playfully. "I'm down."
"Great," Harper replied, although she was already regretting asking now that she had to explain what she wanted them to do. It had been pure impulse, although they idea of it had been preying on her mind the whole week, ever since she and Lori had discovered the bizarre drone activation code planted in Lori's mind. Especially once she'd started taking advantage of it.
After the night she'd used Lori's activation code and told her to do the dishes, Harper had sworn to herself that she'd never do it again. She'd managed to resist the temptation for one whole day. That was all. But the day after that, she'd found herself using the activation code again, to turn Lori into Unit 7005 and make her do chores. It had been something so simple and petty - vacuuming the kitchen floor. But the idea of it being that easy, of being able to make Lori do it without any consequences with just a single phrase, was so irresistible. After that, it had been every night. Harper had Lori doing all the chores. It was making her life so much easier. At least, she kept telling herself that was the reason she was doing it. It was out of basic selfishness, that was all. There was no way she was doing it because she couldn't stop thinking about how strangely beautiful Lori looked in latex, and about the blank, obedient look that appeared in her eyes the moment she spoke the activation code. If it was that, there was no way Harper could face up to herself.
But even if she could pretend that wasn't the reason she was activating 7005 every night, she couldn't pretend she wasn't dreaming about it in her sleep, and daydreaming about it in every free moment. They were the kinds of dreams Harper woke up from sweaty and panting and wet. She'd quickly decided she needed a distraction, and she'd settled on the kind of distraction she always settled on: girls. Almost every night, after making Lori do chores, she'd gone out to a bar or a freshman event and found a girl to go home with - always their place, never her and Lori's. Harper always knew how to find the right kind of girl. She was very good at it, and as a distraction it had worked... at first. But more and more, the intoxication of flirting with a new girl each night had become unsatisfying, and the pleasure of sex wasn't scratching the right itch. And that's how she'd ended up trying and failing to get a very bad idea out of her head. An idea that she'd just committed herself to trying right now.
"So... what did you have in mind?" the girl asked, sounding excessively perky. Harper realized they'd lapsed into an awkward silence while the girl waited for her to explain herself. She didn't remember the girl's name. She never could. "Cuffs? A blindfold? Maybe you wanna spank me?" The girl slipped out from under Harper and rolled onto her front, wiggling her ass in the air pleasingly.
Harper reached over and spanked her, playfully rather than hard, and she yelped and laughed, delighted. Harper grabbed her and pulled her back, and they wrestled for a moment before Harper managed to get back on top. She could tell the girl was only pretending to put up a fight. She was such a little brat.
"No, actually. It's a little weirder than that."
Clearly the girl could sense some kind of hesitancy or embarrassment in Harper's voice. In a serious, kindly tone she said: "Whatever it is, you can tell me. No judgment. Promise."
"I want..." Harper took a deep breath. "I want you to just lie there, and not move."
"OK. And then what?"
"And then..." Harper didn't know how to explain what she wanted. She didn't know how to explain how enamored she was with the weird, robotic, unresponsive way Lori behaved when she was 7005. She could barely bring herself to admit that all she wanted was to give in to her urges and touch her, grope her, feel how Lori felt beneath her hands, especially in that sleek latex bodysuit. "Just let me touch you."
"OK," the girl said, and Harper sighed inwardly. She could tell just from the girl's voice that she didn't really understand. "I can do that. You want me to just... flop?"
"No," Harper replied immediately. That wasn't right at all. There was nothing loose about the way Lori moved when she was activated. "Put your legs straight and your arms at your sides."
With a mixed look of puzzlement and amusement on her face, the girl obliged. She placed herself just as Harper described, and went still. Harper was left kneeling over the motionless girl, and for the first time in a week, she started to feel truly excited. It wasn't like looking at Lori, of course. She wasn't perfect the way Lori was. The way 7005 was. But it was close enough, apparently, to stimulate the deep longing that had been growing inside her ever since she'd first seen Lori in that latex bodysuit. This was it. She finally had her moment. Harper felt her heart quicken. She started to reach out towards the girl, then paused. She was excited, but part of her was afraid too, in a way she couldn't quite understand. But she couldn't just do nothing. Not now. She put her hand back into motion and poured all her concentration into appreciating exactly how the girl's skin felt as her fingertips dancing across the surface of her chest.
But then, she ruined it. The girl moaned over-dramatically and arched her back. She was faking it, eager to please. Harper shook her head. That wasn't right.
"No," Harper said, quicker and harder than she'd meant. "Don't do that. Don't move. Don't react. Just... still."
