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  Man-Droid the Orgasmatron

  The plan had been simple. Sign up for the sex android trial, so that she had a doting boyfriend to present at the dreaded school reunion.

  It was just her luck that Bethany Devlin had to get the one man-droid with an emotion chip. Unable to resist Elliot's charms, she finds in him the only partner she can truly submit to. If only he was real and not just an illusion.

  Elliot Parsons has a hard time coming to terms with the fact that he has emotions. Orgasmatrons are programmed to fulfill their partner's every sexual fantasy, but Beth proves to be so much more than just another program to run through. He needs her submission like the very air he pretends to breathe, and he will do anything to keep her safe.

  Deciding what is love and what is lust proves nigh on impossible when the government interferes. Time is running out…

  Genre: Futuristic, Science Fiction

  Length: 22,152 words

  MAN-DROID THE ORGASMATRON

  Doris O’Connor

  EROTIC ROMANCE

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  MAN-DROID THE ORGASMATRON

  Copyright © 2013 by Doris O’Connor

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  DEDICATION

  Jackie, this is for you.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  About the Author

  MAN-DROID THE ORGASMATRON

  DORIS O’CONNOR

  Copyright © 2013

  Chapter One

  “You know what your problem is, girl? You need to get laid.”

  Beth rolled her eyes at Jerry and took another swig of her rum and Coke. Trust Jerry. It was all right for her. Working at Flame, London’s premier gay bar, gave her the perfect scouting ground. Beth might be a glutton for punishment, but she preferred someone with a working cock, thank you very much.

  “Thanks for the offer, Jerry, but I’ll pass.”

  Jerry hooted with laughter and flipped Beth the finger.

  “In your dreams, gorgeous. I’m saving myself for that hot redhead over there.” Jerry grinned at the voluptuous new barmaid and was rewarded with the cold shoulder. “She is just playing hard to get. Any day now, she’ll realize what she’s missing.”

  “If you say so, Jerry.” Beth suppressed a grin of her own at the way Jerry pouted her annoyance.

  “No, you need to sign up for that Android trial. I took one for a ride the other day, and they’ve ironed out the kinks.”

  Beth coughed as her drink went down the wrong way.

  “You had sex with an android? Are you insane? The last time you tried, you—”

  “That was the Barbie model. Kinky Ken is much improved and very popular.”

  This time Beth only just stopped herself from spitting her drink across the table.

  “Kinky Ken? You have got to be kidding me. That’s what they call it?”

  Jerry smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

  “No, that’s what I call him. The official title is Man-Droid the Orgasmatron.” She sniggered when Beth gave up on drinking and put the glass down. “I know, pretentious right, but you should see the advertising campaign they’re creating. Oh fuck me. If I wasn’t gay, even I’d be tempted, but he’s just perfect for you.”

  “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Beth knew she was glaring at her best friend, and shouting loud enough for heads to turn, but seriously? “For me? I’m not that desperate, and besides, if I wanted to get fucked by machinery, I have well-used vibrators for that.”

  “Keep your knickers on, girl. Oh wait.” Jerry sniggered, and Beth crossed her arms and glared some more, even as her lips twitched. She could never stay annoyed with Jerry for long.

  “Knickers on is the problem isn’t it? That and the fact that you only seem willing to drop them for complete assholes who break your heart.” She put her hand up to stop Beth when she was going to interrupt her. “Don’t deny it. You have the worst bullshit radar ever, which is why Orgasmatron would be perfect. No strings, no worries, just guaranteed orgasms, and you can have him made to your specifications. He’ll be programmed with your every waking fantasy and will be able to fulfill them all. And some you probably haven’t even thought about yet.”

  “You sound like a walking advert, Jerry. How much have you bought into this crap?”

  Jerry sighed wistfully.

  “Not enough, I tell you. And the female models aren’t half as good as the males—yet. Like I said, they are improving them all the time, though.”

  “Considering the last one yo
u tried almost electrocuted you, I should certainly hope so.”

  Jerry had ended up in hospital, with second degree burns in some very sensitive places, and it had taken all of Beth’s willpower to not castrate Jerry’s brother. Brian was a techno geek and genius, and the brainchild behind the Man-Droid. A recent lottery windfall meant he was now a filthy rich techno geek with the means to see his lifelong dream to fruition. The whole idea had always given Beth the jitters, but Jerry had been unstintingly loyal to her brother, and had been heavily involved from the start. A genius in her own right, she’d poured all of her energies into promoting Brian’s idea, and as a result he now had the backing of some major conglomerates behind him.

  If trials went well, mass production would start in the new year, apparently. Beth couldn’t imagine anything worse, quite frankly, not that she ever voiced that opinion out loud. There was no point in hurting anyone’s feelings, but that did not mean that she would sign up for the trial. Oh, no, siree, not her.

  “Jerry, not a chance in hell am I going to be one of your brother’s guinea pigs, okay?” Jerry’s grin made her feel all kinds of uneasy.

  “If you say so, gorgeous. Now excuse me. I have a redhead to seduce.”

  * * * *

  A week later Beth found herself staring at a release form and wondering what on earth she was doing here. Was she really signing up for this thing? It seemed so, as she scrawled her signature under the long-winded document and exhaled her pent-up breath in a loud whoosh.

  Brian laughed and took the clipboard off her.

  “Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it? You won’t regret it, Beth, and I have just the right Man-Droid for you. This one is my personal favorite and fitted with the latest up-to-date specs. No one else is as good as he is. Only the best for Jerry’s friend.”

  He winked at her, and Beth fought the heat creeping into her cheeks, not helped by the man just entering the office. Six foot five of jeans-clad muscle, he was sex-on-legs and just her type. Dark, slightly too long hair curled over his shirt collar and framed a masculine face that wouldn’t look amiss on the cover of a magazine, yet this wasn’t a pretty boy. No, this man exuded confidence and experience and moved with the graceful elegance of a large jungle cat. Just the right amount of stubble graced a strong jaw, and firm lips that curled up into a sinful smile. Eyes the color of molten chocolate were framed by long lashes and set under thick eyebrows. His sun-kissed face lit up when he smiled, and Beth had never been so grateful for the firm leather sofa she was sitting on, for surely her legs would be knocking together otherwise.

  That smile alone would have any hot-blooded female drop her knickers in an instant, let alone one as sex starved as she was. Not that she was going to drop her knickers for anyone. Certainly not this man hunk, who bent down and handed her a steaming cup of hot chocolate.

  Her fingers wrapped around the large mug automatically, and she closed her eyes and inhaled the heady fragrance of cocoa. When she opened them again it was to find both men watching her, as though she was a particularly interesting species of microbe. To say it was unnerving to be under such intense scrutiny would be the understatement of the year, especially when a look passed between them that made Beth wonder as to the nature of their relationship.

  She’d never stopped to consider Jerry’s brother’s sexual orientation. In fact she wasn’t even sure she had ever seen him with anything bar his gadgets, but that look. Her long-forgotten lady parts twitched, and she shook her head to clear it of the images assaulting her right now. But that would make perfect sense. No one could look as instant-lust-inducing as the man, who was once again watching her with quiet intent, and not be gay.

  She rolled her eyes and somehow got her voice to work.

  “So, what happens now? And I told you already, I have no intention of actually having sex with any robot, regardless of how good he claims to be. I just need him to be realistic enough to convince anyone else that he’s my doting boyfriend for this stupid reunion.”

  “Ah, yes, the reunion. Jerry mentioned that.” Brian smiled and adjusted his glasses. For a nerdy geek he was really quite cute, or maybe that was just her overactive libido. She was horny enough to just about jump anyone right now, as long as he wasn’t a machine. That was still a step too far.

  “Yes, I can’t get out of it, and I’ll be damned if I give the queen bitch who organized it any more ammunition against me. Sam Barnett is a fucking bully, and I so need to get her back. Call it childish, but I just have to. I can’t turn up without a significant other again and endure her snide comments all evening.”

  Beth took a long, fortifying sip of her drink and willed her heartbeat to slow down. No one had ever made her feel as inadequate as fast as picture-perfect Samantha. She’d been the queen bee at school, and she still was, with her big-bucks husband and her extravagant lifestyle, designer clothes, and size-zero figure. Beth was usually quite happy with her own average looks, mousy-brown hair, and curvaceous figure that was a little too much on the large side to be fashionable, but when confronted with Miss Plastic Fantastic, she was always transported right back to being the picked-on kid in school. Nothing had ever been good enough back then, and she hated how the mere thought of facing her old nemesis reduced her back to that stuttering girl, completely lacking in self-confidence.

  Warm, large hands curled round hers and took the cup out of her hands. She hadn’t noticed how much her hands had started to shake until they were wrapped up inside Mr. Sex-On-Legs’s fingers. When had he moved so close, and why was she just staring up at him? No man should smell so good or exude so much heat that she just wanted to lean in and snuggle. Snuggle, for fuck’s sake. Beth did not snuggle, ever. Had they drugged this chocolate?

  “Well, I’m sure Elliot here can help you with all of that.” Brian’s amused voice broke through the fog for brains in her head, and she blinked several times and yanked her hands out of the other man’s grasp.

  “Elliot?” she asked.

  “Oh yes, that’s your Orgasmatron’s name. It suits him, I think.” Brian paused and smiled. “You got all that, right, Elliot?”

  Another look passed between the two men, and Beth’s stomach hollowed out. It couldn’t be, it just couldn’t, but the man sat next to her, nodded, and smiled.

  “Oh yes, I sure have. One doting boyfriend coming up.”

  Beth had to remind herself to shut her mouth as the truth dawned on her.

  “You’re… you’re a robot?”

  Elliot simply smiled and inclined his head.

  “I prefer the term Man-Droid. Orgasmatron makes me sounds like the terminator, and robots service cars, not beautiful women like yourself. And I am very much looking forward to being of service to you, Beth.”

  His deep velvet voice wrapped itself around her, and Beth stopped breathing. She was so fucked.

  Chapter Two

  Her little car seemed even tinier with Elliot’s big frame squashed into it. His knees were almost up by his ears, and that was with the seat adjusted as far back as it went. To his credit he hadn’t even raised an eyebrow at her beloved mini. He’d simply hurried to open the door for her and then done his best to quietly fold himself into the pretzel version of one hunky Man-Droid.

  On any other man that would have looked ridiculous—on him it looked sexy as hell. Not that he was a man. She had to stop thinking of him as that. He was just a machine, and a heavy one at that, if the way her little car now leant to one side was anything to go by.

  She tore her gaze away from his classical Roman profile, and turned the key in the ignition. Her little trusty steed spluttered and died.

  “Damn it, not now. Come on.”

  Wasn’t it bad enough that she was stuck in here with her very own Orgasmatron? Now her car wouldn’t start?

  “Let me.” His deep baritone right next to her ear made her jump. He was close enough for his breath to raise the fine little hairs on her neck that always escaped her ponytail. Did Man-Droids breathe? The thought barely re
gistered in her befuddled brain before his hand closed over her fingers, and the car’s engine purred to life.

  “How did you do that?” she asked, leaning back and away from his overwhelming presence as far as the small space would allow. Which wasn’t very far at all. He was just too big, and her wayward hormones were practically doing the Samba. It would be so easy to just lean in and run her tongue over the cleft in his chin and suck that plump bottom lip of his into her mouth, and…

  Stop it already, girl. He is not real.

  Something of her thought processes must have shown on her face, because Elliot smiled a toe-curling, sexy-as-sin smile, and then just shrugged his shoulders.

  “I am a man of many talents. Car engines are easy. It just needed a slight kick to the electrics. You may want to change your leads. I can do that for you, if you like.”

  “I am quite capable of doing my own car maintenance, thank you. I don’t need a man for that, especially not one pretending to be one.”

  Elliot almost looked wounded for a minute, which was a ridiculous notion. He was a robot. He was incapable of feelings. She really had to stop projecting her own onto him.

  “I’m sure you are, Beth. I was merely offering my assistance, should you require it.”

  Beth blew her breath out in a frustrated huff. This was it? Any other man would have launched himself headfirst into an argument at her snarky comeback, and by god she was itching for a good argument. Well, either that or a good seeing-to of the horizontal type, and she was so not going there, not ever. Not with a man who had her soaking her knickers with just one look.