Chapter 2

I arrived at the restaurant and clocked in, same as any other shift at my part-time fast food job. What can I say, there’s not much else available to a college student. Pretty much all of us there are college and high school students, except for Alison, the bioroid with “bot” style ear antennae. Being near her was the highlight of this job, especially since last week when she revealed that she had noticed my crush on her all along, and returned my affections by taking my virginity on the kitchen floor.

Well, okay, that’s overstating it a little. It seems my boss Mr. Walters used her as a fuck toy rather frequently, and that day had forgotten to take her back out of horny sexbot mode. That left her with a craving for cock and I was the most convenient provider. It was a dream come true for me, and since that night we had a shared secret, expressed through knowing glances at each other while fetching burgers for customers. Well, I was probably just imagining that on her part, but I had fallen pretty hard for her.

I looked around for her, as always, and didn’t see her. It was still early though, the afternoon lull, and I was scheduled to work through the dinner period. There was plenty of time to be around my angel. “Hey Steve, Walters is waiting for you in his office. Said to send you in there as soon as you got here,” said one of my coworkers as he brushed past me. Shit, that’s never a good thing. It couldn’t be about that, though. Could it?

I went to the back room office and knocked on the closed door. “That you, Steve?” came his gruff voice from within.

“Yes,” I said.

“Then get your ass in here and close the door behind you,” he said. As I opened the door I could see that the lights were off inside the small office. Some light spilled in from the outside, but I had the door closed again before I could actually process what I saw. As soon as the door latched closed, Mr. Walters flicked a lamp on and I could see everything clearly. I could see all of her clearly, that is, Alison’s naked body, bent over his desk. “Now lock it,” he said. I just stood there, dumbfounded. “I said lock the door, kid, you want someone else seeing this?” I shook my head and locked the door.

“Alright, go ahead and get your cock out, you can have her mouth first,” he said while rising from his chair and freeing his own hard cock from his pants.

“What ... what?” I stammered.

“Jesus, kid, it’s only been a week, you forgotten how to fuck her already?” said Mr. Walters.

“But, but, you told him? You said you wouldn’t!” I protested, looking down at Alison.

She just smiled back up at me with a grin and a lustful glint in her eye, while Mr. Walters answered, “Whatever she said to give you that idea, remember, these bioroids can be rather literal. Gotta be explicit about stuff. Besides, I’m her owner, she can’t keep secrets from me. I asked her if anything happened and she told me what she did with you. Now get that cock in her mouth. Always wanted to have a go sharing her with somebody.”

I did as I was told, and frankly it was a relief to get my now raging hard-on out of my pants and between her eager lips. Mr. Walters stood behind her and pushed his own rod into her pussy, and we both started fucking her as she moaned softly. “So you’re not mad about it?” I asked.

“Shut up while you’re ahead, kid,” he said. “Can’t say I was happy about it, but it was my fault for not switching her off, and at least she zeroed in on you instead of throwing herself at customers. Plus after seeing the way you look at her, I don’t have the heart to fire you.” I didn’t have a response for that other than to groan at the wonderful feeling Alison’s lips and tongue were giving my dick.

I tried to keep my focus on her, rather than to look up at Mr. Walters with his thick mustache and receding hairline. I watched my cock sliding in and out of her mouth, and his cock doing the same in her pussy. He slapped her ass and said, “You liking this, slut?” Alison nodded with her mouth full of my meat. “Yeah, good girl. I knew you would.”

I was still a little dazed by the whole situation and wasn’t close to cumming yet, but it was only a few more minutes before Mr. Walters grunted deeply, presumably unloading his jism inside her, and then pulled out. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off of me as well. “Come get me hard again,” he ordered.

“Yes, sir,” she said cheerfully, and knelt down to take a mouthful of his flaccid penis.

I must have gotten a look on my face, because he said, “What’s the matter, kid, jealous? You realize I’ve been fucking her since long before I even hired you.”

“Ye— yeah, I know. Obviously you have,” I stammered.

He chuckled. “Shit, kid, you have the innocence of youth in spades. So cute it’s almost sickening. Alright, I’m good to go another round. You get her pussy this time.” He moved around her and leaned back against his desk, then grabbed her ass cheeks, spread them, and pulled her back onto his renewed cock, pushing easily into her back door.

I moved around the desk and faced her, her breasts bouncing slightly with the force of his thrusts, her face already showing her pleasure at being filled. I looked down at her bald pussy. I wasn’t really keen on Mr. Walters’ sloppy seconds, but then in a more general sense she always had been that. Without any further hesitation, lest the old bastard have another chance to tease me, I rammed my tool all the way into her. Even with his cum already in there, her pussy didn’t feel all that different, which is to say, as wonderful as I remembered. Alison squealed as I filled her up, her fuck holes now both stuffed.

“Keep it down, baby, don’t want anybody hearing you,” Mr. Walters warmed. Alison nodded and continued to gasp and moan at a restrained volume. I took hold of her breasts and fondled them as the two of us pounded her from both sides.

It was my turn to make extra effort to not be too loud, as I moaned, “Oooooohhh, fuck yes, oh Alison, yes, yes, take it baby, fuck me.”

She looked straight into my eyes and said, “Yes, Steve, I love your cock inside me. Fuck me hard. I want you to fill me up with your cum!” At that point, that was all the encouragement I needed, because I did exactly that. With one final, deep thrust, I felt my cock spasm as my load pumped through it and into her well-used cunt. I gasped for breath as I pulled out and backed away.

“Nice, kid. Good job. Okay, slut, clean us both off,” said Mr. Walters. Alison obeyed, getting to her knees and sucking her juices off both our cocks in turn. “Alright, now put that away, go wash your hands, and get to work. And kid? Don’t have sex in my restaurant ever again.” I nodded. He turned to Alison and added, “And that goes double for you, you little trouble making slut. No fucking anyone besides me without my expressed permission.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, with a clear tone of disappointment in her voice.

With my dick back in my pants, Mr. Walters killed the light again and I slipped out. A fully dressed Alison appeared in the kitchen ten minutes later, cheery and all smiles as usual, but with her sex mode deactivated. I like to think that her smiles and glances lingered on me a little longer than usual after that, even without her wanting to jump my bones, but it was probably my imagination and wishful thinking.

In the due course of time, I finished my studies, got a career-minded job lined up on the other side of the country, and was preparing to receive my degree. That meant, of course, giving Mr. Walters notice that I was leaving. “Good for you, kid. We’ll miss you around here,” is all he had to say about that.

Then, one evening after my last day at work, as I was packing up the things in my apartment, there was a knock at my door. To my great surprise, it was Alison. “Hi, Steve! Mr. Walters wanted me to drop these by for you,” she said, holding out two envelopes.

I took them and opened them. They were both greeting cards congratulating me on my graduation. One was signed by all my former coworkers, including Alison. The other was from Mr. Walters, and he had written, “She’s yours for the night, kid. She’ll do anything you want. Just send her back in time for the lunch rush tomorrow. Have fun, and get her out of your system. Go find a nice human girl to settle down with.”

I looked up from the card and back to Alison. Mine for the night. I was still trying to process that when she held something else out with her other hand. “Oh, and this too. You’ll need this.” I took it from her. It was her control pad. I looked through the settings and found she was not currently set to a sex mode, but it was entirely within my power to change that.

I looked back up at her again and asked, “Do you ... know why you’re here? Is that what you want?”

She smiled that beautiful smile of hers and nodded. “Uh huh! You’re my friend, I like making you happy.” Given that she was a bioroid, by definition had no desires other than what she was programed to simulate, and had been ordered by Mr. Walters to spend the night with me, that sounded like the closest thing to a declaration of lust for me that she was capable of. Of course, that was probably just my imagination, inferring what I wanted to hear. I looked back to the pad. Anything I wanted. All modes available. I didn’t want anything extreme, though. I just wanted her. I bumped her sexual desire up to just a little higher than what was rated as a healthy girl in her sexual prime. Active but not wildly slutty, if you will.