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suspiciously for a moment then said, “After I murder everyone in this room, I plan to eat them cannibal style and use their bones to build a scale model of a Viking longboat.”
    “That’s
so
interesting.”
    “I’ll be damned.” I turned away, shaking my head. “A fucking FuckBot. For crying out loud. Does the hotel own you?”
    She said, “I am the property of Luna Sheraton LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of—”
    “Okay, I got it. Shut up.”
    It bothered me that I had talked to her for that long, and not realized she was a synthetic. What a putz.
    “Are you emitting pheromones?”
    Her voice and expression went flat. “This entertainment model is in full compliance with all local codes governing—”
    “Can the lawyer mode,” I said. “I’m not making a complaint. I just want to know.”
    “Yes, I emit pheromones to better enhance—”
    “That’s enough.”
    She shut up.
    The pheromones would explain it. I was still a little upset my judgment could be clouded so easily, but I had to admit to myself I still wasn’t back up to full speed. It would take time.
    “Clients charge your service to the room?”
    “That is one of several payment options,” she said.
    “How is it listed on the bill?”
    “In-room services.”
    “Let’s go.”
    A quick ride up the elevator, and a short walk to my room. She was already letting the silky dress drop to the floor as I closed the door behind me. She pushed against me, enormous soft mammaries pressing into my chest as she tilted her head up for a kiss. So I kissed her. Hard.
    My erection grew hard, as well, and insistent, and she began to grind against it. One of her hands drifted down to my zipper. She pulled me out and started working me. I gasped, filled my hands with her tits.
    She pulled away from me and went to her knees, gently took me into her mouth without using her hands. She bobbed slowly but felt me twitch, knew it wouldn’t be long and picked up speed.
    I blasted in her mouth, and she swallowed, kept taking it for what felt like forever. I think I blacked out a little because I blinked and found myself flat on the bed. She had already tugged off my pants. I stripped off the rest of my clothing, pushed her back into a nest of pillows. I sucked a nipple, kissed a trail down to her red thatch and began to attack her clit with my tongue.
    She squirmed, moaned. Was she faking or was she programmed to enjoy it, and if so, did that make it more or less fake? I didn’t care. I was hard again and slammed into her. She threw her legs over my shoulders.
    I humped and humped, the two of us groaning and thrashing and grunting and heaving until I came inside her and collapsed.
    And then I dozed.
    * * *
    A little while later, I opened my eyes. She was still there, curled up against me, her fingers in my chest hair. But I wasn’t thinking of her. I woke up with another girl’s face hovering in front of my mind’s eye.
    The daughter of the Brass Dragon.
    Why was the girl with the cultists? The digi-reader didn’t know—there were only guesses.
    I knew everything I ever would know or
needed
to know about the pretend girl who was lying next to me. Knew she was nothing. An illusion. Yet the very real young lady hundreds of thousands of light years away intrigued me without end, simply because I knew nothing at all about her.
    But the pretend lady was here, and her hand was slowly heading for my groin. She grabbed me at the base, started pumping and I grew hard again, more slowly this time, but without fail. And then her mouth was on me.
    I leaned back into the pillows, closed my eyes.
    She came off of me with a wet pop, and her tone and expression were flat and businesslike again.
    “Your current session ends in two minutes and nine seconds. To extend for another thirty minutes please authorize payment.”
    A nice trick.
    I extended for another thirty minutes… and two more thirty-minute extensions after that. It had, after all, been two-hundred and