Thomas knew his jizz was trickling down his hazmat suit and his right glove was too sticky to touch anything of value, but he felt like he had to see this through. Stafford, Lara, Christine's roommate, was lying on her bed in some sort of a trance, ready to be mandhandled in any way his overlords had scheduled. He looked back at Christine. Her petite shape looked peaceful yet eerie. She was on her back, unmoving, sleeping more like a vampire than a human. He had just stood inches from her face while masturbating to her naked body. Oh, and that was before he had taken some very strange measurements of her breast shape and pubic hair length.
And now he was debating doing the same, though with more steps, to Lara. She was taller than Christine, about the same height as he was. She was not naked, yet. But she could be, if only he accepted this extra task. Seeing not one but two girls naked in real life, for the first time in his life?
It was already very late but there was no real question about what to do. Thomas pressed the button to accept the task and saw a checklist of items corresponding to a level two check.
Christine had gotten level one, which was a routine measurement to track simple physical development. Level two was more about body readiness for individuals starting to become sexually active. That date Lara went on must have set off some algorithms in whoever ran this joint.
Having undressed a grand total of one woman in his life, Thomas felt like a seasoned veteran. He approached Lara and started pulling the top off, and gave up almost immediately. Somehow, it just didn't cooperate. Thomas put his arms under Lara's back and pulled her to sit up, hoping to take off the troublesome fabric that way. Surprisingly, Lara stayed upright when he let go, which made removing the top easy.
More importantly, this would make so many other things easy as well. He probably should have read the basic tutorial about maintenance. In there it probably would have said that the technician can manipulate the agents into any postures and they will hold as long as physiologically viable. Basically, sitting up was fine.
This also meant sitting on the edge of the bed would be fine. Lara's eyes were still closed, her face frozen in a neutral, absent expression, when Thomas pulled her legs over the edge of the bed. Then, he rolled her on her back, legs pointing up, and pulled the track shorts to her knees.
Lara had been wearing no panties, and her bare pussy was now visible between her thighs, pointing directly at Thomas. Seeing this his slime-covered penis started to fill with blood once again. Trying to ignore his realization that his zipper was still open he pulled Lara back to a sitting posture and bent her knees so that her feet sat on the floor. She was now sitting on the bed like she probably did every day, just without any clothes.
Conscious about his one remaining "slow work progress" warning, Thomas took only a brief moment to take in the sight. Lara was tall and athletic, probably played some sport. Her stomach was flat, her legs toned, her breasts surprisingly large for her body, and her pussy shaved clean.
Thomas had to look. He just had to. He went to his knees and pushed Lara's legs apart. He inched his face as close as the hazmat suit helmet let him to see Lara's bare lips up close, wishing he could smell through the suit. He couldn't, but he could touch. It probably wasn't allowed, but the part of his brain that was responsible for such restrain was currently offline. The fingers of his hand, the ones not covered in dick juices, carefully pushed between Lara's inner lips and gently edged them open. Like a flower opening to the sun, her petals opened to Thomas, letting him see unobstructed into her tunnel of sex.
A lesser man would lose control, but Thomas was not that man. He was now technician 2077, a devout, tireless worker. Still kneeling between Lara's legs, he reached into the nearby bag and pulled out a tool that was, well, a dildo. It was made out of transparent, semi-hard material. Inside were thin wires, but otherwise it was as if looking through glass. There was a protrusion that Thomas knew, being a regular consumer of female masturbation porn, to be a clitoral stimulator.
Thomas looked at the device, then Lara's entrance, still open and welcoming. Well, if he didn't do it, another tech would. Thomas took a firm grip of the dildo. The surface felt smooth and silky, even slippery. Whatever it was made out of had very little friction, probably to make it easy to insert into innocent, unconscious women. Ugh, what a monster would do something like that, Thomas thought, as he carefully aligned the tip of the dildo at Lara's hole.
It went in effortlessly. Thomas still had to push, but that was because it was rather large for poor Lara. She didn't utter a single sound as the glass column filled her. First step completed. For the second step Thomas rotated the clitoral part to Lara's magic button, and pressed a switch at the handle of the dildo. It started humming faintly and Thomas felt very slight vibration. From his extensive literature review on how to touch girls he remembered that it was important to go slow and not push too hard in the beginning. Presumably whatever the device was supposed to do, used a similar philosophy. Thomas quickly checked on the tablet, seeing a progress bar of the experiment at 0.16%, when his eye caught something else in the bag.
He hadn't made the connection earlier, but seeing the dildo inserted into Lara made him realize something. He reached to the bag and took out a cylinder, translucent like the dildo, with an opening in one end and the other end closed.
The dildo would stay in place without any interaction. In fact, techs were supposed to not touch it after the experiment start to minimize error sources. This gave Thomas two free hands. To confirm his suspicion he pushed his finger into the cylinder-tool, and flipped a switch, not unlike what the dildo had had. Instantly, the inside walls of the cylinder started to gently swell until the finger was held tightly, and then proceeded to vary the pressure of the walls, creating a massaging sensation in the finger.
Thomas flicked the switch back and pulled out his finger. He now knew what this device was supposed to massage, and it wasn't fingers.
