He kicked another discarded sheet of packaging across the room. His girlfriend was just thirty minutes away and what was the state of her Christmas present? He glared down at the inert sex-bot. Fucking useless, that’s what!
He dragged in a deep breath. “Calm down, Ken. Calm down. There’s got to be something that’ll work around here somewhere. Some other kind of power source…” He looked frantically around the room. Nothing. The realisation of his wildest fantasy—a thoroughly hot and thoroughly filthy threesome—was but thirty minutes away and it was going to not fucking happen because the stupid Orgasmatron 6000 didn’t come with fucking batteries! “Shit!” he shouted. Shit, shit, shit!
He slumped to the floor, flicking at one of the most perfect nipples he’d ever seen. Closing his eyes, he pictured his girlfriend tracing the firm, rosy tip with her tongue, taking it into her mouth. A low groan rumbled in his throat. Krissy had great lips, soft and full and totally kissable; just thinking about them closing around the sex-bots nipples made his cock come to podgy life in his pants. He squirmed, rubbing his balls against the floor, picturing her climbing atop of the bot, parting the 6000’s perfect thighs and licking at the perfect pussy as the bot returned the favour in kind.
His eyes flung open, cock a raging throbbing shaft. He had to find another power source. He needed to find another power source. Now. There was no way he was letting the best Christmas of his life slip away because he hadn’t read the goddamn box. He leapt to his feet. Goddamn batteries not included, my arse!
He scurried around the room, shoving stuff left, right and centre, opening and closing drawers, looking in cupboards, under the icebox—
His eyes fell on Krissy’s hyper-scooter.
Leaping across the room, he flung open the balcony door and pushed over his girlfriend’s scooter, ignoring the jarring scrape of the dual hover jets hitting the tiles. Without hesitation, he reached under the scooter’s power cell doors, grabbed the battery gel-pak and yanked it out. In two steps he vaulted the lounge, was on the bot flipping it over accessing the battery compartment in its ass and ramming the gel pak in. “Yes!”
“Just what the hell is going on?”
Kendric spun around, hand still firmly shoved up the 6000’s ass. Krissy stood in the door to their apartment, a stunned expression on her face. He gave her a sheepish smile. “Hi, honey. Happy Christmas.”
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