1. The lift descending


    Date: 10/2/2014, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Alexandra_A, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    'Have you a cock?' The question that broke the mandatory silence was empty of emotion, as when one asks an automated teller for tens or twenties. My answer was equally flaccid. 'No. I have no need of one.' 'Really? No cock?' I was surprised by how easily the obscenity crossed her cultured lips, even though our propaganda averred that myriad such appendages had passed the other way. The irony amused me and a chuckle accompanied my reply. 'Yes. Sexual intercourse plays no part in my purpose.' She twisted then bit her lower lip. Hyperbolic disappointment distorted her regal features. 'But that is so unfair.' Unfairness was a concept I understood, though was not programmed to pay much heed. Such moral questions were not my concern. However, her statement pricked my curiosity and grew more pointed by the moment, causing a hesitance, a minor irritation, somewhere deep within my emotional processors. I tracked it down. Plucked it out. 'In what way unfair?' After rising from the purple leather couch, she stepped forwards and circled me like a predator. Her white translucent shift clung to her subtle, girlish curves, while its hem swished against the plush white carpet; in contrast, her slender naked feet barely made a sound. Perfumed breath warmed the air around me. With such proximity, I could hear her heart, feel her heat. A touch. Physical contact. I was told to be wary of it. Wary of her. But what had I to fear, a battle-hardened killer in the presence of this petite and ...
    virtually naked female? Nevertheless, I knew she was inordinately clever, deliciously deceitful, and so I remained ever vigilant. Her tensed spread palm slipped inside my black jacket and tested my thoracic musculature. 'Because physically you are very pleasingly constructed, and as we are necessarily going to be spending a lot of time together...' A wry ellipsical smile punctuated her words and, somehow, the unfinished sentence completed itself. Though I was left with no doubt as to its conclusion, I necessarily had to feign otherwise. So much, at least, was obvious. 'Not so, Ma'am. Once I have delivered you to Surface Containment and verified their security arrangements, I am to return to the platform.' Reluctantly nodding her elfin head, she wafted her long lashes then feigned a petulant pout. I turned my gaze once more to the brilliant blue that surrounded us, watched a distant vapour trail form, spread and distort in the planet's turbulent upper atmosphere. We had descended a further thousand feet before she spoke again. 'So what are you?' The question lacked specificity. I merely raised an eyebrow. She quickly dispelled my uncertainty. 'Are you a man, or what?' As president, her image had been everywhere, her broadcasts viewed by billions, but, despite her unmistakable appearance, I could barely believe I was in the presence of the very woman who had wielded such power. Though undoubtedly spirited, she was surely too slight in stature, too vulnerable, to have commanded such ...
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