Cyberwhore
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 "So, you're a patron of Cyberwhore then, Kev?" asked 
Jeff with a sneer. 

Kevin nodded sheepishly. How had he let something like 
that slip out?

"What's wrong with the alternatives, Kev?" Jeff persisted, 
sipping from his beer glass in the window seat of the Red 
Encounter. "What about virtual sex? What's wrong with 
penis pumps? And what about, heaven forbid, the real 
thing?"

"Not much chance of that up here on Mars, Jeff," Kevin 
pointed out. "How many women have you known who'd 
want to live here?  There are about forty men for every 
woman."

"Yeah!" sniffed Jeff dismissively. "And those who'd rough 
the low gravity, the red skies and the dust storms, they're 
real dogs, aren't they? I can't blame you for giving them a 
berth. But there are human prozzies, you know. Not the 
best you can get in the Solar System, but they're real flesh 
and blood. Not that organic plastic shit with circuit boards 
for a brain. Why not go for that?"

"They're just not as good," Kevin confessed.

"Fuck me! You can't be serious! You mean, you'd rather 
fuck a robot than a real woman? You're one sick fuck, 
Kev!"

Kevin sighed. 

He knew he should never have mentioned it to Jeff, not that 
his friend was any better in the love stakes than Kevin had 
ever been. What did Jeff have to boast about? The wife 
who'd dumped him back on Earth and his obsession with 
holoporn? At least with Sindy, Kevin had someone he could 
properly fuck. Okay, she might have been made in a 
factory, probably one of those in the water-rich Polar 
Regions, but she was a real woman. Just not real in a 
biological sense. 

This wasn't an argument he could pursue very profitably 
with Jeff. Before long, he'd be telling you about how a 
customised sex robot was just a machine: nothing more 
than circuitry and Artificial Intelligence. No more human 
than the bots that made his dinner, cleaned his apartment 
and served him in the bar. 

And speaking of which...

"Fuck it, Jeff! Why should you care who or what I fuck?" 
he said, pointing a finger at his friend's nearly empty glass. 
"What are you having? Same again?"

Kevin should have known better than to think a refill would 
sideline Jeff. No fucking way! After returning to his seat, he 
was treated to Jeff's speculations of what it was like to fuck 
a vacuum cleaner and his fantasies about blowing his wad in 
the grill-like mouth of a barbot. 

Of course, Jeff didn't know Sindy. Nor, for that matter, did 
he know Trish, Sunshine, Margot or Veronica. These were 
state of the art bots. Flesh and bodily fluids so convincing, 
you couldn't tell them apart from the real thing. Except no 
woman was as perfect as a whorebot. No woman he'd ever 
known had breasts, a figure, or such a welcoming vagina as 
Sindy had. 

And after several litres of Martian beer, it was towards 
Cyberwhore that Kevin walked, leaving Jeff sniggering by 
the high-speed maglev transit stop. Or not so much walked 
as rather skipped like some fucking Morris dancer. This 
low gravity took some getting used to! At least the agency 
had got him work on Mars and not the Moon. The Lunar 
colonists had to get around like they were on fucking pogo 
sticks! Mind you, if work had been easier to find back home 
on Earth, where you didn't have a glass dome less than a 
hundred metres above your head all the time, he'd never 
have opted for that incredibly tedious three month shuttle 
across the interplanetary spaceway. 

But for the moment, it was Sindy who was beckoning him. 
Those luscious lips that gripped his cock like no woman's 
lips had ever done before. Those breasts that were both 
huge and immaculately balanced. That perfect unblemished 
skin. That welcoming smile. Those girlfriends he'd never 
been able to keep for more than a month or so at a time 
couldn't hold a fucking candle to Sindy. Whatever Jeff said, 
Sindy was the real deal. And although Cyberwhore had a 
whorebot for every taste (and some of those were distinctly 
weird), it was Sindy that Kevin returned to again and again.

When he first visited the premises, he tried out a few. There 
was Brittany with her tiny tits and prehensile tongue. There 
was Madeleine with her green skin and bald pate. There 
was Cherry with her huge appetite for semen on her face. 
But none of them was up to Sindy's standard. She was 
everything a man could want. And except for her breasts 
being significantly larger than any real woman without 
surgery could possibly attain, she was very much a normal 
woman to look at. Only without the blemishes.

And not only was she the perfect woman to look at, she 
was a woman whose rapacious appetite for sex was wholly 
reliable and which no man could hope to satisfy. A woman 
without the monthly cycle, who never had headaches, and 
who would never dump you for your best mate. All in all, 
Sindy was fucking perfect. She was a number ten and you 
couldn't get anything any fucking better than that!

When Kevin got to Cyberwhore, he was met at the 
reception by Tim, who as always was reading an e-novel. 
He looked up at Kevin. 

"Do you want Sindy again, sir?"

"Yes please," said Kevin, barely able to disguise his 
enthusiasm.

Within seconds, Sindy was in the reception lounge dressed 
in a loose white dress that hardly obscured at all the lift of 
her perfect breasts. She smiled warmly.

"Hello, Kevin," she said. "I'm delighted to see you again."

"I bought you some flowers," said Kevin, sheepishly 
handing over the bunch he'd bought on the way.

Sindy looked at them with a slightly puzzled frown. "They 
are very nice," she said. "Thank you."

She took them from his proffered hand and placed them on 
the counter. Tim tucked them away, betraying no 
expression on his face.

Sindy led Kevin to one of the rooms. It was dominated by a 
huge bed and illuminated by holograms of attractive 
women. Kevin sat on the bed next to Sindy. She put an arm 
around his shoulder and listened while, as always, Kevin 
launched into a monologue about his work in the 
cyanobacterial labs and the problems of getting a good 
communication link to Earth. 

Eventually, he ran out of things to say and looked at Sindy 
expectantly. She smiled and placed one of her immaculately 
sculpted hands on his trousers within which his penis was 
beginning to stir.

"Shall we make love, Kevin?" she asked seductively.

He smiled wanly. "You know exactly what I want, don't 
you?"

"I aim to give total satisfaction, Kevin," Sindy said, 
standing up and letting her dress fall to her feet. 

Kevin gasped at Sindy's beauty. Those long legs. The 
beautiful unblemished face. The skin which felt so warm to 
the touch. And, most of all, those breasts that loomed just 
above him: so impossibly perfect and whose nipples were 
so delicious to taste.

"Oh yes! Yes!" Kevin said in helpless anticipation.

When Kevin departed later, he carried with him the warm 
imprint and vivid memories of sex with Sindy. She knew 
exactly what he wanted. She didn't complain at all when he 
transferred his attention from her vagina to her ever-so-
slightly tight anus. Any more than she did on the occasions 
he chose to ejaculate on her face. Whatever Kevin wanted, 
Sindy was happy to provide. And when they weren't 
making love, she was so adorably patient as he spoke to her 
of all the things that troubled him, either here or back on 
Earth. No one showed as much sympathy as she did for the 
problems he had with women and the difficulties he had in 
getting a decent job that suited his qualifications in 
bacteriology. Occasionally she'd nod and smile, even say 
the odd comforting word, but mostly she just sat there and 
listened as Kevin spoke. If only all women were as 
indulgent and understanding as Sindy!

Kevin thought about her all day when he wasn't at 
Cyberwhore. He was so lucky to have a woman in his life 
as perfect as Sindy, even if she was a drain on the not 
inconsiderable income his work in such a remote place 
earned him. But she was fair compensation for the 
claustrophobia of a life spent under a glass dome, as 
artificially preserved as the cyanobacteria he worked with.

People like Jeff just didn't understand. Although Sindy 
mightn't be biological she was all the woman Kevin ever 
wanted or needed. She listened to him. She kissed him with 
more passion than any biological woman ever did. She 
responded with so much passion as he thrust inside her, a 
thin sliver of perspiration on her body that responded to his 
own. And pants of post-coital release as intense as Kevin's 
own. What more could a man ask for?

"She's still just a fucking robot, Kev!" said Jeff, when they 
next met. "Giving her flowers and little gifts just doesn't 
make sense."

Kevin crumpled up his face in embarrassment. Why couldn't 
he have kept his mouth shut about that?

"It's just to show how much I care," he said sheepishly.

"Care? Don't make me fucking laugh, Kev! A robot's got 
no feelings. If you wanted to rape her or beat her up, she'd 
be just as receptive. What makes you think this whorebot's 
any different to any other anthropomorphic bot?"

"She listens to me. She says she loves me."

"Yeah, right!"

The two friends drank their beers silently, while around 
them the other men in the Red Encounter sat in groups, 
chatting and laughing. The holoscreen displayed news items 
from Earth, delayed as always by at least half an hour from 
their original broadcast on the other side of the Sun. Music 
swelled and boomed from all directions in the bar.

"Look, Kev," said Jeff, at last, showing unusual concern for 
his friend's feelings. "How well do you know this fucking 
Sindy? You ever ask how she feels?"

Kevin looked up at Jeff with a slight frown. He tried to 
recall any instance when he'd ever done that. He'd been so 
remiss. How could he be so insensitive? Sindy knew 
everything about him, but he never asked her how she felt.

Kevin shook his head.

"I'm so selfish!" he wailed.

"Selfish? Fuck! She's a fucking whorebot!" said Jeff. "But, 
look, Kev, if you really want to know what this Sindy is 
about, get her to talk about herself. Women like that, you 
know. They don't like it so much if you just talk about 
yourself."

"I just hadn't thought..." said Kevin guiltily.

"Well, you do that then, Kev. It's the decent thing!"

This time Kevin left the Red Encounter with good 
intentions. He resolved to allow Sindy to talk this time. But 
when he arrived at Cyberwhore, he was too drunk to do 
very much at all except let Sindy fellate him and he was too 
exhausted after fucking her to make good his resolution.

It was the same the next time. He'd had a bad day in the lab 
and just wanted a sympathetic ear. And the time after that, 
he simply forgot. Every time he left, however sexually 
sated, he carried with him the guilt that once again he'd not 
expressed the courage needed to get to know Sindy better.

But, at last, he gritted his teeth and on a visit to Sindy, 
dressed this time in a fetching leather outfit, he was going 
to be different.

"Do you want to fuck me, Kevin?" asked Sindy, with a 
pleasant smile, noticing Kevin's silence.

"Sit down, Sindy," ordered Kevin. "No! Not next to me on 
the bed. Opposite me, on the chair."

"Yes, Kevin," said Sindy meekly, sitting down. "I very 
much want you to fuck me."

"Thank you," said a grateful Kevin. Why didn't biological 
women ever say things like that to him? "I want to know 
more about you, Sindy. Tell me about yourself."

Sindy paused and looked across at Kevin with a blank 
expression. "Do you want to fuck me, Kevin?"

"Yes, of course," said Kevin impatiently. "It's just I don't 
know you very well. Tell me something about yourself. Do 
you really like me?"

"I love you very much, Kevin. I want you to fuck me."

"Okay! Okay! But what about your other feelings? Do you 
like working here?"

Sindy smiled. "Please fuck me, Kevin. I love you very 
much."

"Tell me where you come from. Tell me a bit about 
yourself."

"My name is Sindy. I have very large breasts. I like fucking 
very much. I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me, Kevin."

"I know! I know!" said Kevin, feeling rather helpless. This 
was proving more of a struggle than he'd imagined. He 
thought that maybe the bouquet of chrysanthemums he'd 
chosen with so much care might have made her somehow 
more receptive, or at least differently receptive. "How long 
have you worked for Cyberwhore?"

There was a pause, and then Sindy replied again with an 
equal lack of apparent understanding.

"Cyberwhore is the best whorebot brothel you are ever 
likely to find on Mars. It stocks only the best whorebots. 
Cyberwhore makes every effort possible to satisfy its 
clients at very competitive rates and offers attractive 
discounts for regular clients."

"Yes! Yes! I know that. But what about you, Sindy? It's 
you I want to know about."

"My name is Sindy. I have very large breasts. I like fucking 
very much. I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me, Kevin."

Kevin sighed. He bent his head down. What was the matter 
with Sindy?

"What's wrong, Kevin?" she asked. "Do you want to tell me 
what you're thinking?"

"Yes, I do," he admitted. "But it's not about me. It's about 
you! Please, please, tell me about yourself. What do you 
want to do?"

"I want to suck your cock, Kevin. And then I want you to 
fuck me. Please fuck me, Kevin."

"Is that all you want to do?"

"I also like anal, bukkake and group sex. Tell me what you 
want and I will satisfy you, Kevin."

"What do you do when you're not with me, or," and this 
Kevin was reluctant to admit even to himself, "when you're 
not with other clients?"

Sindy paused. Then she said again: "What's wrong, Kevin? 
Do you want to tell me what you're thinking?"

"Do you ever do anything except make love to clients, 
Sindy?"

"I also like anal, bukkake and group sex. Tell me what you 
want and I will satisfy you, Kevin."

"Sindy!" cried an exasperated Kevin. "Just tell me what you 
like to do."

"I want to suck your cock, Kevin. And then I want you to 
fuck me. Please fuck me, Kevin."

"Shit!" cried Kevin. "Can't you ever do anything else? Is 
there nothing you want to do except let me fuck you?"

"I also like anal, bukkake and group sex. Tell me what you 
want and I will satisfy you, Kevin."

"Shit! Shit! Shit!"

"I am happy to let you shit on me, too. Tell me what you 
want and I will satisfy you, Kevin."

"No, I don't want to do that! Please just tell me what you 
want."

"I want to suck your cock, Kevin. And then I want you to 
fuck me. Please fuck me, Kevin."

"Oh! All right, then!"

Sindy soon had Kevin's erect penis in her mouth with spittle 
dripping over her chin. She sucked and massaged it 
energetically: a finger just below his testicles to hold back 
the ejaculation that otherwise would have spent itself 
prematurely on her cheeks and nose. And then, when 
Kevin's lust was clearly exceeding his patience, she lay 
naked on the bed to let Kevin penetrate her welcoming 
vagina.

Kevin paused as he surveyed his organoplastic lover. Was 
this the time to get her to talk to him about herself now she 
was in the position she loved most of all? Should he ask her 
more questions?

"I love you, Kevin," she said, noticing his hesitation. "I 
want you to fuck me. Please fuck me, Kevin."

"Okay," he said with weakened resolve, pulling off his vest 
and socks, and positioning himself over her thighs. She 
guided his twitching penis to the warmth and moisture of 
the vagina, whose details were exactly like, only better 
than, the vaginas he'd occasionally tongued on Earth. 

And then the rhythm took control, his buttocks thrusting 
back and forth with Sindy's matching response. As he thrust 
forward she did the same, easing back slightly as he 
withdraw, her blunted fingernails digging into his shoulders 
and her face shining with desire and excitement that 
matched, if not exceeded, his own. A sliver of perspiration 
spread over her body as he too sweat with his exertions.

He noticed that she wasn't responding quite as smoothly as 
usual. What was this? Was it because he'd asked her all 
those questions? Kevin found that he was thrusting into a 
deep liquid hole in a body that was as inert as the mattress. 
Her face expressed a fixed immobile smile.

Kevin withdrew his penis, still erect, and kneeled spread-
eagled above her. She made no remark.

"Are you okay, Sindy?" he asked, placing a hand on her 
forehead.

No response. In fact, she wasn't even panting in that slow 
seductive way that normally accompanied her lovemaking.

"Speak to me, Sindy! Tell me that you're all right!"

No reply.

"Oh shit! Oh shit!"

Kevin put his clothes back on and made his way back to the 
reception of Cyberwhore, the low-gravity bounce of his 
step at odds with the distress he felt. The receptionist, Tim, 
noticed his perturbed expression and smiled 
sympathetically.

"Anything wrong, sir?"

"It's Sindy! She's passed out!"

"'Passed out?'"  Tim asked with a puzzled frown.

"She's not breathing or anything!" Kevin elaborated.

"Oh! You mean she's crashed! That happens, sir. Don't 
worry! We have a team of specialised technicians who'll 
soon see to her. Is there anything we can do for you in the 
meantime?"

"In the meantime?"

"Well, until your next visit. We have other models who'll be 
delighted to serve you. There's Cassandra, a new girl, who's 
proving to be very popular."

"It's Sindy I want."

I can understand that, sir. She's one of the most popular 
models in stock. We have another Sindy, if you'd prefer?"

"Another Sindy?"

"We always stock several copies of our most in-demand 
models."

"You mean there's more than one Sindy?"

"Of course, sir. We don't want to disappoint our clients 
when they request a particular model."

A sickening realisation hit Kevin.

"Do you mean that when I come here I could be with a 
different Sindy each time?"

"A different Sindy? There's only one Sindy. All the models 
are precisely the same. You'd never be able to tell them 
apart. So, what do you say, sir? Would you like another 
Sindy? No extra cost, of course."

Kevin sighed. All his gifts, all his words of love and 
affection, all his emotions shared amongst several identical 
Sindys. He lowered his head despondently.

"I can fetch you a Sindy straight away," Tim said. "It'll be 
like you could start exactly where you left off."

"Yeah, why not?" said a defeated and embittered Kevin. 
"I'll have another Sindy."