Rowan sat on the bed, bouncing his knee impatiently. When the door to his hotel room finally opened, he jumped up, eager. In walked the "escort," a pleasure android from an online service. She was just what Rowan had asked for: extremely androgynous, with muscular arms and delicate facial features. Her hair was cut short, dark and slicked back. The skin was pale, practically blue from bloodlessness. Her lipstick was a deep red, and her eyes were such a dark shade of blue that they looked like pools of ink. The android wore a tight, sleeveless bodysuit. Rowan saw hard nipples poking through the leather.
"Hello, Rowan," she purred, throwing a bag carefully onto a nearby chair. "My name's Robin." She strode over to Rowan, who could only watch helplessly, feeling himself grow hard just at the sight of her. The android wrapped her arms around his neck, and he shivered.
"Do you have-"
"I have
everything
you requested. Question time is over," Robin pushed him down hard onto the bed. She got something from her bag, and before Rowan could sit up, Robin was on top of him, pressing his arms back down. She tied his wrists to the bedpost with leather straps. Grinning, Robin did the same thing to his feet. Rowan struggled cosmetically, pulling and kicking at the restraints, finding that even if he had wanted to free himself, he probably wouldn't be able to. This only excited him more. He felt his cock pressing against his jeans uncomfortably. Robin saw, too. She grinned even wider.
"Someone's eager to get started. So impatient," Robin wagged a finger at him. "You'll have to learn to be patient."
"Take off your clothes," Rowan said, but it was more of a question.
Will you please take off your clothes so I can see you?
"Hmm... I have a better idea." She crawled across the bed on all fours, like a slinking cat on the hunt. Rowan wanted to grab her, touch her, feel her, but all he could do was pull uselessly on his restraints. His feeble efforts made Robin laugh. Then she jumped on top of him, straddling his waist. With strong hands, Robin ripped his shirt right down the middle and tossed it to the floor. Then she removed his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled them down to Rowan's ankles. His underwear suffered the same fate as his shirt-
riiiiip,
then on the floor they went. The air in the room was cold, but Rowan was sweating. He wanted the android, but she was taunting him.
"Poor Rowan," she mocked him in a cooing tone. She pinched one of nipples, hard.
"Ah!" Rowan cried, enjoying the pain. But too quickly, Robin jumped up again and stood at the foot of the bed.
"Tell me what you want," she purred.
"I want you to take off your clothes," Rowan said breathlessly.
"Beg," she leaned forward, tugging gently at the zipper at the front of her bodysuit. She licked her lips again.
"
Please.
Please take off your clothes, Robin."
And finally, slowly, the zipper moved down. Small, pale breasts slipped out from the dark leather, a pale, muscular stomach, a pussy with soft, dark hair, and just behind the pussy, a cock. But not the kind you could ever be born with. This one was modified. It was shaped like anal beads, the largest closest to the base, and becoming smaller and smaller until you reached the tip. Unlike beads, however, this was still a dick. It was fleshy and flaccid, not a neon colored piece of plastic.
