All characters are 18 years of age or older.
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Jon stared endlessly into the white light of his computer screen, and corrected his slouched posture. He shifted once more through the tiring flood of emails and spreadsheets as he had done for the last week. He had sunk too many hours into another project, making sure Ghopper Enterprises had received their shipment of data processor chips on time.
Being a commodities broker was not an easy job in this day and age. He reconfirmed the calendar date at the bottom of the screen, June 11th, 2260. With no delays the shipment should meet its destination within the week.
Jon combed his hands through his short brown hair. He could finally get a break. Exiting out of work related windows, he paused as he came upon the familiar page that had remained open since yesterday. The title flashed wildly in a rainbow of colors. "Anime-co's bio-droids, hyperrealistic and programmed for you pleasure."
Below were dozens of photos. They were indistinguishable from humans, and many were modeled after women from classic animes and mangas. It was as if they had popped off their respective medium and joined the real world. Their detail was stunning.
Some were shown to be doing housework, while others took on the role of nannies, and construction assistants. A tiny synthetic girl displayed her incredible strength in lifting an enormous steel beam.
Tucked away further down the page were more suggestive photos and videos. Jon sighed as he clicked on one of a playful girl who exactly resembled Super Sonico from the series of the same name. Her pink hair flowed over her shoulders, and strummed a mighty rift on her guitar. "Hello, my name is Sonico." She was excited, but characteristically soft-spoken. "I love to play music and make people happy!"
Next to the video was a highlighted link, that said 'see pricing.' Clicking it, another list popped up, and showed purchasing options along with reviews.
The very first choice was what he sought. Two beautiful anime girls embraced in the photo. Yoko Littner from Gurren Lagann squeezed Sonico tight against her cheek. She was in her signature clothing, with delicious ample breasts squeezed together behind a flaming bikini top. Her red hair was intertwined and partially hidden by Sonico's own.
Captioned beneath it read 'For a limited time buy this set for only 15,000, credit card information required.'
Jon arose from the chair and looked around the study, leaving the computer frozen on the pair. Money had never been an issue, as his grand five-bedroom estate could testify. He ran his hand over his smooth, handsome face and sighed once more. He wanted companionship, but he was only used to talking with people from behind a screen.
He walked to the kitchen; ignoring the noticeable bulge in his pants. From the fridge he retrieved a plate of leftover sushi, and took the meal out on the veranda.
The landscape of rural Montana was something to be admired. It was from this isolated locale that Jon could concentrate on his work. It was his own island, separated from the prying eyes of the real world. The shrubbery was green year-round, and the crystalline sky that stretched beyond the tall noble pines lent a profound sense of being to anyone who witnessed it.
He ate the sushi cold, with his fingers. His ex-wife had helped to make him a recluse. After her betrayal in trying to embezzle money from him, he had grown cautious to let anyone back in. She had been a long and arduous chapter in his life, that he did not want to repeat.
He had survived her and build himself anew. The fruits of his labor were present in his manor, and its many flourishes. But what was the point if there was on one to share it with?
Jon leaned on the railing and watched the sun dip lower into the horizon. The cascade of orange convinced him. He needed to overcome his mistrust, he needed heralds to keep him from drowning in his own insecurity. A chill dashed up his spine as the northern air signaled night.
Finishing the roll, he continued back inside and returned to his study. Yoko and Sonico kept smiling, enthralled by the fact of simply being alive.
With a steady hand he coerced the cursor over to the 'Order' button.
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Jon woke with a start as the doorbell echoed in his ears. He was unused to hearing it, and briefly panicked at the sound. "Uh, just one minute!" he threw on some pants, and took the spiraling staircase two steps at a time.
Another chime rang, and he skidded across the tiled foyer to the entrance.
"H-hello? Can I help you?" he opened the door to a blue-suited deliveryman.
"Yes. Mr. Erickson? I've got two big packages that I need you to sign off on."
Jon immediately turned red as he saw the unmistakable Anime-co labeling on two sizable crates behind him. Had they really shipped so quickly?
"Of course." He snatched up the stylus and scratched his signature into the pad.
"Thank you. Do you need help getting these inside or...?" the middle-aged man stroked his beard.
"No, no, I've got it, thanks!"
A wave of relief washed over him as the deliveryman's truck vanished behind the tree-line. Summoning the strength in his muscular arms he hauled the crates into the high-ceilinged living room.
With some effort he finally pried off the front face of one. Laying within, Yoko Littner slept peacefully in a bed of styrofoam. She was perfect, resting wonderfully in her original outfit. Her rubber short-shorts left little to the imagination, and her white studded belt complimented her polished flaming boots. Her breasts were magnificent pillows held tight under fiery underwire.
Her lava hair had become unruly in the journey, and the two characteristic chopsticks had fallen from her head, only to be found on her shoulder.
Jon gulped and gathered his courage. It had been sometime since he had been in female company. "How do I...turn you on?" he said to himself and looked around her mouth-watering anatomy for instruction.
Her bosom was so inviting, her rack a generous set of double d's. Her flesh so supple, that he could see the tiny delicate pores that comprised it. Without thinking he pressed his full countenance between them and felt the sweet touch of her skin against his.
"You're so...warm." Jon closed his eyes and rubbed into her.
"Thank you." he looked up to see Yoko giving a small smile. "I'm insulated, so I stay a nice 98 degrees just like you." He felt her gloved arm trickle down his back and squeeze his butt playfully.
"You're awake! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...invade your personal space." He reeled back and stiffened.
Yoko chuckled and stepped out of the container. "You don't like my breasts? You were cuddling with them awfully hard." She pressed them together with her elbows and swayed.
"No, I do! You just caught me off guard. I thought you were offline."
"I get turned on when my sensors pick up a significant heat signature. Are you sweating?"
"A little. You get turned on you say?"
"Yeah, in more ways than one." She wiggled her eyebrows.
Yoko paused and looked around the regal living room. Large sofas sat across from a massive flatscreen television. Though it was mostly minimalist, the furniture that was present was high-end and purposeful. The glass coffee table glinted off the chandelier's fixtures and reflected back onto its own copper legs.
