Chapter 9: Tuesday then he threw himself backward onto the well-tousled bed. Adele, who was not remotely remorseful about having only just claimed a share of him, sat beside him to fish his prick out through his loose pajama-fly. Grinning, she held it to attention for me, and I climbed aboard – my back to him, even if he was sorry. I was tempted to tell her that I didn’t need her help mounting Daddy’s equipment, but I didn’t want to upset her again. And by this time, I really needed to massage that hot staff inside my belly.
Once my pussy was doing just that, Daddy filled me in (HA!) … about the plan. “Thing is, we’re hoping you can home-in on the other Tracie. Mmmm, that’s nice! We found out from the manual that you – erm, I mean she – has a gizmo inside so the Acme people can track her if they Osmanbey travesti want. Just today, Max disabled the one in your Greta unit, to be on the safe side. But we don’t know the thing’s range, or whether you can tune in the signal.”
“I can tell when other droids are around,” I told him. It isn’t like some kinda beacon, though – I just seem to sense their energy. Anyway, I’m not picking up anything right now.” I fiddled my squashed clit restlessly, as if that would help tune in my sister-me.
“Fair enough,” Max said to me. He was maneuvering over so as to roll back onto my bed, careful not to undock from Auntie. Once he was done, the two of them finished up alongside Daddy and me, mirroring us – which is to say, Max’s head was down at the foot-board, and Christie and Osmanbey travestileri I were each seated facing away from the owners of the cocks that were respectively impaling us. We were also right next to one another – and to Adele, who was on my other side.
Needless to say, we were going to postpone the emergency long enough for us three girls to engage in some tit and clit groping. And, you know, sucking and fucking and whatnot.
“That’s something, anyway,” continued Max.
Me: Something? What something? My robo-senses? To be fair, Adele had just nipped my left nipple.
“Like you said, a PleasureDroid is super pricey.”
Oh yeah, my Droid Detection skills.
“Even more than waterfront, actually,” he added, looking pointedly at Adele. “We figure Travesti osmanbey there’s a gang of thieves using a tracker to spot unguarded units in places like the mall. All they need – Oh My God!”
That would be some pussy-squeeze whatnot from Christie, coupled with some testes-tickling whatnot from Adele.
“All they need to do is get the droid alone and use the override command to shut down the bot’s non-essential operating systems …”
“Geez, Max! You mean there’s a command that will make me some kinda zombie?”
It was Adele’s turn to fill me in … about the plan (although she had, if fact, only just managed to stuff two fingers up alongside Daddy’s fat cock). “Not in the ‘gotta eat brains for dinner’ sort of way, but yeah, the override shuts down your analytic functions and puts you on automatic. Not just frozen up, like ‘fruit …’ – uh, like that safety word I used the other day. You really want to finish reading that manual of yours. Anyway, once you’d become a mindless robot – no offence – they could just walk you out of the mall and take you away to their hideout.”