FYOP/Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0285
You ease up on the stage manager, caressing her gently until you hear her machinery grow quiet.
“What’s the matter?” she moans, “Battery running low?”
Nuzzling her pert breasts, you grab her by her haunches and lift her up, leaning against the wall.
“Now you’re just trying to impress me,” she whispers, planting her hands against the wall as she pushes herself against you, fans within her whirring to life once more.
You slow her exuberance with your steadying hands on her soft hips. “Let’s go!” she gasps, trying to pump harder. The struggle can be heard in her actuators, whining as they strain against your grip. “S-stop holding back!”
Worried that trying to restrain her is doing more harm than good, you release her and she immediately slams her hips against yours. “Gonna… fuck you… to pieces!” she pants, grunting with exertion while her electronics crackle. “You’ll… be…”
You still the droid with a kiss, her body tensing with a muffled squawk and a sudden drizzle of sparks from her ear – a moment later, she melts in your embrace, your slow, deliberate thrusts drawing out lascivious moans without provoking her machinery to ruin. Her voice catches in her throat and you deliver a final push, as she moans in release, gripping her tightly while she trembles and shudders amidst electrical sizzles and pops. At last, she goes limp in your arms with the faint smell of burnt electronics in the air. “You almost fried your circuits,” she teases, resting her head on your shoulder. “I think… you definitely need to power down for maintenance.” She closes her eyes, and you tense as an electric charge arcs between you. “So go do that while I… take… a little… nap…” Her components spin down, and you set her upon the cloud prop once more.
You open the “sleeping” gynoid’s chest panel and carefully remove her core. Finding your original clothes by the entrance, you get dressed and return to the lobby.