My first Cobblestone Press release, Undercover Pleasure Droid goes live Friday, May 25th.
In order to bust a drug ring Mav poses as a pleasure droid. Kari, a scientist has given up on men and orders a sexbot to fulfill her needs. When her pleasure droid turns out to be an undercover agent investigating her lab, she’s furious. She agrees to help bust the case for a price. He fulfills his duty as her sex toy for one night and then he stays out of her life.
Mav isn’t used to taking orders but he doesn’t mind a little undercover work with the right lady. However, one night will never be enough.
“Mav, I found your way in,” Rebecca said with just a little too much glee for his comfort.
First Commander Maverick Spencer rolled his chair across the tiled floor. His eyes zeroed in on Rebecca’s vid screed as it flashed an advertisement for a robotic sex site. “No thanks, Rebecca. I don’t need to buy sex. But there might be something there for you.”
“Nope. But that Marston babe you downloaded into your cyber sex unit just placed an order.”
“For what? I downloaded her file for research. She’s a target in our investigation.”
“Yep, but you added her picture to your cyber sex unit. You can’t hide anything from a techno wiz.” Laughter gleamed in Rebecca’s eyes. “Anyway, she ordered a pleasure droid, a hi-tech robotic sex machine—and wait until you hear the description. She might have been describing you. Well, that is, if you have at least ten inches in those pants.” Rebecca raised her brows suggestively.
“I think I can cover that,” Mav grumbled, his eyes scanning the banner ad.
“Excuse me.” Rebecca waved her hand in his direction. “I need to open this drawer.” Mav rolled backward to allow her to rummage through his stash of odds and ends.
“What are you looking for?”
“A tape measure. I had better verify the length. We wouldn’t want to disappoint her.”
“If you think I’m whipping it out for you—think again. I never disappoint.” He scooted closer reading the digital data. “I’m still not sure how this pleasure droid info is going to help us.”
“I intercepted the order. The droid she wants is top of the line. An A.L.B., an artificial life bot, verbally programmable, complete with simulated skin, and…ugh…life-like body fluids.”
Mav leaned closer. “You’re not suggesting that I—” He blinked rapidly to clear the mental picture that filled his mind.
“That you take the place of the droid. Of course, just think of the undercover work.” Rebecca waggled her eyebrows.
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