Droid hunter, I had been proud of the title when I got the promotion. It wasn't the murder cops or even the burglary squad, but it was a soft clothes job. I hated being a patrolman. I especially hated the domestic quarrels which occupied most of my time.

I didn't understand how people who had enough money to own a Droid of there own thought.

Hell, if the Droid stopped pleasing you, just pull the drive disk and put in a new one. If you got tired of his/her features, just sell the junk on ebay and get a new one. However I had no first hand knowledge, since a personal Droid was too expensive on a cop's pay. Like 90% of the world I used a service Droid when I needed one. I thought of the outside work that needed to be done to my antique house and lawn. I probably would be ordering one soon enough. A week's pay just to get the grass cut and the house painted. Still it was better than trying to do it myself. Droid had no fear, whereas I was terrified of heights. The old two story house would never get painted if I had to do it.

All that ran though my mind between opening the house door and reaching my desk. Once the jacket was off, the coffee cup filled, and the donut consumed, I was ready to look at the stack of pink notes on my desk. Pink notes were normal case work, the deep red notes, which I never got, were rush messages of some kind.

Nobody thought running down wayward Droids was urgent. Most of them just walked into a nearby wall and stood there frozen. Even the best programs and hardware go amiss. Some were stolen, that is where my partner and I entered the equation. Tracking down a 'hot' Droid was routine at the best, boring as hell at the worst.

"Morning Debbie," the voice suggested. There was a question even in the two words.

"No Sara, I did not get laid." I said it not as angry as I should have been. Debbie was way too interested in my sex life, such as it was. Sex in the year 2052 was much different than it had been in my grandmother's life time. It had begun to change before I was born. Brought on by a severe shortage of eligable men.

Somebody looked the other way around 2006 while some 'fringe cause' guy manufactured a new strain of virus. The technology was there from so many places they said. Hell he might have gotten the basic idea from the internet. We should have known, they all said. He made it in a lab without the proper seals on the door. His rented bedroom closet was also his lab. The nasty little bugger was supposed to be controllable if not reversible. It wasn't either in the form that escaped through the poorly sealed bedroom door.

It hit the world before the cure or antidote was available in any amount or at any price. It brought peace to the middle east for the first time ever. It did it by killing 90% of those who breathed the air. The plague moved to Africa and Europe at the same time. It wiped out numbers so large that the bodies were burned in the street. Funeral pyres were everywhere for weeks. Finally there weren't enough people left to even burn the dead.

The poor man's weapon of mass destruction did what even the H bombs couldn't. It destroyed the worlds adult population. No nuclear winter, no greenhouse gases, just rot and death everywhere. How had Sara Debbie and a handful of others survived? Simple, the terrorist wanted to kill soldiers. So the virus was specific to adults who might fight in a war. It was based in the level of hormones in the body. If you had pubic hair you died, it was pretty simple.

The very old and the very young made it through the plague. The very old, cared for the very young as best they could. The world might have taken a backward step but it didn't. The over forty females and over fifty males worked together to create a world filled with Droids. Sure a lot of other things but Droids to do the work. The needed technology came from one company. That company spread over the world in a hurry.

Of course child labor laws were a thing of the past so the generation of children grew up fast. The fear that the children would all die upon reaching puberty didn't happen. Hormone suppressing drugs kept the kids plague free until the plague just killed itself. The therapy left men fertile but mostly impotent. The use of viagra type drugs was like wearing shoes but not without a cost to the society. The only drug that really worked was 'Case'. Case was expensive and scarce even in 2052. Most likely the drug was scarce to keep the price up. That was every woman who wasn't getting laid's theory anyway. The other problem was that guys had to take it five hours before they wanted it to work. After about five hours it worked even if you changed your mind. So it was not only wasted but uncomfortable for the guy.

The phrase 'Do you want to fuck' delivered over lunch took on a new meaning. Instead of slapping the guy, women looked down and said yes dear. So obviously Michael hadn't wanted to waste his Case on a woman who still believed in romance.

My 'date' the night before had ended with me being in bed alone at midnight unable to sleep. I imagined one of the times that I had gotten 'lucky'. While doing so, I ran a finger over my lips, then slipped it into my mouth and sucked on it. The nursing on my own finger had made my nipples hard enough to raise the light cotton gown. With my left thumb in my mouth I ran my right hand gently over my nipples. The almost whisper touch made them harder still. By that time there was be an ache in my belly and a small wet puddle forming between my legs. I fought to hold off touching myself lower to build on the feelings. I had learned how to masturbate from years of practice. The longer I put off touching myself 'there' the better the orgasm.

Finally I could stand it no longer. With a deep moan I dragged my finger nails over my belly to my naked mound. It was common practice to shave almost all the body hair. I found the opening of the grove. Slowly opened the hood with my fingers as I might for a real lover. I found my tiny clit. I wished again that it was larger like some of the other cops said theirs were. I had even seen one much much larger. I shivered at the though but continued to force my mind on men and how they felt as I worked the little finger of nerves.

The first orgasm took me by surprise. I had been on the edge but couldn't stop it. It swept over me and took control of my voice and my body. I pressed hard first into the mattress then up against my own finger. I was still in the throws of it when I managed to find the vibrator on the night stand. I forced it inside myself without a single test stroke, the feeling of fullness was overwhelming. It was just there deep inside me and moving with a will of its own. The plastic cock stroked me side to side and in and out at the same time. I was going absolutely out of my mind with orgasm after orgasm. Then as suddenly as they began they stopped. The vibrator because painful quickly so had to be removed. I did continue to suck my thumb until I fell asleep. That was the night that Sara wasn't going to hear about.

"Anything in the Messages," Sara asked.

"Not really just replies to our calls and email. Most of it is about court."

"That's something left from the 1900s that hasn't changed, endless hours in court to put a guilty man away. Even with DNA you have to give them their day in court."

"At least rape is down to almost nothing." I said sarcastically.

"Debbie, you look disappointed." Sarah had that same evil smile she always had when discussing sex with me.

"Not for me personally but it might be interesting to investigate something more than a run away Droid." It was my usual complaint so she ignored it.

"Debbie what in the hell is going on with you. Did you go get pregnant on me?" The question came from Gerald our resident sexist pig.

"How the hell would I do that with all the guys around who cant get it up."

"You could do it with the new ones. They can get it up."

"Yeah a forty year old woman with a fifteen year old kid. I can see that now."

"True why would he want an old lady like us when there are so many young beautiful ones around?" Sara was showing her bent again. Sara like young women, the younger the better. "Legal of course," she had assured me.

"Well it won't be long before those rapes you were talking about begin." Sara said it with disgust in her voice. I wasn't quite convinced of the reason for the disgust.

It was at that moment that the red message came in. As I said before they get immediate action especially since we never got one. Sara took it almost out of my hand. Hey it was exciting stuff.

"Come on Debbie Dew, we have a real case." She handed me the red message hot from the tube. The tube had replace phones or radios inside the house. We got hacked so many times that it was the only secure way to communicate.

See the man at 1406 Oak possible homicide involving Droid. It had to be a mistake, I thought. Droids were hard wired to never harm a human. It was the only way they could be manufactured. That basic command could not be tampered with. Open the basic system and the whole system shut down. That command was not part of the programming so it was impossible for anyone to change, some terrible accident, it just had to be, right?

"So Debbie, here is your excitement." Sara smiled at me. If she had been a man she would have pinched me on the ass when we left the car. I just knew it in my heart.

The man in the cop style suit was actually a security guard. Lots of the older men who survived the plague worked security. Social security as he knew it was gone. There was plenty of free housing for the old ducks, but not much else. The communities ran soup kitchens that were really more like cafeterias. There were a lot more older restaurants around than anyone needed, but that was about all the old ducks could count on. Two meals and a cot it was called, not much independence there.

"So what happened duckie," Sara asked. I wasn't surprised she had no tact at all.

"Little girl, I was a police captain when you were a gleam in your daddies eye. You call me duckie again, and I'm gonna'' have your fucking badge." He did smile sweetly at us. Sara didn't speak so I did.

"Cap what happened?"

"Damn Droid walked past me this morning and out the front door, turned right and disappeared. A few minutes later the security camera in 750 showed the woman there crawling out of her bedroom." In the fancy apartments, the cameras were always on in the lobby and the hallways of the building. The inside cameras could be turned on and off by the residents. Most left them on in the living room and kitchen but not the bedroom. So the resident had crawled into the living room where she knew the camera was on.

"So what makes you think the Droid was involved?" I should have been up at the crime scene but it was procedure for all detectives to stay the hell out of the crime scene till the evidence had been tagged.

He opened the door to his desk to allow me in. He gave Sara a cold look as she pushed past. Inside the little cubicle and under the reception desk were monitor and recorders. He had already cued up the take he wanted us to see. The tape showed the Droid coming out of apt 750. "Nobody else left that apartment."

"Well the Droid was in there for sure. They look so real that it's a good thing that the government requires that be fitted with that walk."

"Yes the distinctive gate is the only way I can tell." the captain replied. It's almost a shuffle.

"Yeah like an old duck," Sara whispered to me. It was loud enough for the old man to hear.

I took a look at the live monitor. "Looks like they are about finished up there." Sure enough less than a minute later the clicks came on the radio. There must be one hell of a lot of scanners out there. I thought that as we got into the elevator for the ride up to the 7th floor.

"You don't really think a Droid did that to her do you?" I asked it remembering the way the woman looked crawling into that room."

"We will have to ask him when we find him," Sara answered.

A lot of beliefs got changed in the next few minutes. "So what you got?" I asked of the male wearing the lab coat. The lab crew wore paper clean suits to any serious investigation. A hold over from the days when DNA evidence was challenged.

"She was raped and beaten. Judging from her bedroom, it might have been a game gone astray." I didn't listen to anymore, I went to the bedroom with him tagging along behind. I had read about and even seen old pictures on the internet, but I had never seen things like those found in her bedroom.

A pegs on the wall held several different kinds of whips. More pegs held what I recognized as ball gags two of them. The open closet held what appeared to be Domme boots and almost dresses. It seemed that our vic was into heavy kink.

"So it wasn't the Droid?" It was a questions. I had never heard of a Droid involved in sex play let along BDSM.

"Well there was no semen so I can't be sure till I get the swabs back from the lab but it is possible one of the new SB21s was involved."

"No way, we saw the Droid leave here. He was a SA for sure."

"I don't think any of the SAs were modified to take the companion role."

"Come on Doc just say it the SAs don't have a cock."

"You can't call it a cock on a Droid. It is an appendage at best."

"They say the SB21 is better than any man. You can program him for any size or act you want." Sara was showing off her superior knowledge of Droids.

"Well this one wasn't a SB so it is a moot point."

"Either way you have a problem. Neither of them should have beaten her. It goes against the first law."

"Yeah, not even if she commanded would they have done this to her. We have had a couple of accidentals but none of them would continue after a scream or the sight of blood. But then he shouldn't have walked away without helping her either."

"Looks like he didn't see her, or somebody reprogrammed him." Sara had turned all business.

"Well we need to find him to know," I suggested.

"Yeah, rookie you just stated the obvious." I knew Sara hadn't cared for me taking over the interview of the old cop, but not how much she had been hurt by it. She was the senior investigator who had pretty much been told to fuck off by a witness One that we needed to keep friendly. I knew that I was justified.

I turned to the lab man again. "Could this have been self inflicted?"

"Some of it but some of the injuries are on her back. Nothing around here she could have done it with. You know these BDSM sluts are pretty bizarre so I checked close." She was no doubt being paid for her sexual tastes. The question was by who and in what form. Probably money but it could be anything since cash was hard to hide in a society of credits in bank accounts.

We were in the car when Sara said, "You know that video isn't good enough to give us an id number."

"Yeah, lets just drive down the street and see what we find." Sara nodded her agreement. We got a real break there. In the same block as the apartment building there was an ATM kiosk. Those things got hacked so often they had panoramic cameras.

A couple of calls got the manager out with his keys. The tapes were of no use to him since he hadn't been hacked, so he gave us the disks. Back in the office the translator made the disk viewable. We ran the time stamp to almost the exact minute the Droid had left the apartment. A minute and twenty seconds later he passed the kiosk. We both noticed the difference in him without even thinking about it.

"He isn't an android?" I made it a question even though I knew.

"None we've ever seen if he is." It was obvious even to Sara that the alleged Droid walked exactly like any other human. "So why would a man pretend to be an android?"

"I have no idea but he is a perfect model SA. If he is fake, somebody went to a lot of trouble to look like an SA."

"Since the vic was into kink, maybe it has something to do with kink?" Sara suggested as she lifted the phone. She was just about to dial when she remembered. The phone system world wide was no more than a sieve.

"Since the SA is the second most sophisticated Droid, maybe he is impersonated more than we think. You know the factory Droids would never be able to walk the streets, they hardly look human at all. Just enough to keep the human worker from running in fear and/or disgust."

"Who would know about that?" I asked it because outside of street policing I knew very little.

"The same ones who would know about our vic, little miss kink. Since we can't trust the damn phones, come on we are going to the big house."

Police Plaza was another of those building that was rotting down around its foundation. The glass was still in the windows but the floors were all cracked and yellowed for improper cleaning. Wall paper hung loose in spot here and there. It just looked run down as many of the older buildings did. There just weren't enough Droids in the city inventory to do all the things that needed to be done. The vice squad room was located in the basement. It somehow seemed to fit the job. I found out later that the officers reveled in their outsider image. Being in the basement just added to it.

"Louis." Sara commented after we had barged into his office. "What do you know about android impersonation."

"Good to see you to Sara," he wasn't smiling. "Which way do you mean?"

"How many ways are there?" Sara asked.

"The obvious has its roots in the dance of the 1990s."

"I'm not here for a history lesson Louis. Are there any people or groups into it."

"Let me get you Slimy, hold on." I was more than a little surprised when a man about twenty came into the room. He would have been borderline hormonal. He could have gone either way. One of the last drugged kids or one of the first to be drug free.

"Yeah boss," The man replied.

"These officers want to know about the human androids."

He recognized Sara as the leader. "What is it you want to know."

"Who are they and where do we find them?"

"They are just lonely people trying to make it in the world. You can find them at a couple of different clubs around town."

"Which ones?" I asked. Yes I was trying to get noticed.

"Oiler's and the knot and pony," he replied taking a really hard look at me. "But nobody is going to talk to you at either. They don't have much use for cops."

"Will they talk to you Slimy?" I asked it smiling at him. It was the closest I would allow myself to go while on duty. Still he had to be dense not to know I was interested.

"Sure they will, nobody knows that I'm a cop."

"So we get a couple of press on tats and some holes," Sara said it a little too loud.

"Sure and the first time you open your mouth they make you and all leave. The stuff you said is a good cover to stand around but nobody will talk to you."

"So I guess we have to cut you in on the interviews at least." Sara was not happy but went along with it.

"What a freak," Sara said as we walked over broken concrete toward our car. "Don't say it Deb, you thought he was cute. Before you deny it, you couldn't have been more obvious if you had measured his cock."

I blushed a little then got quiet. I was thinking a little about Slimy as we drove into the station parking lot. I have to admit that I was glad to have worn the stiff bra that day. It would never do to have a cop showing off her hard nipples.

Slimy had all the things I like in a man. He was thin almost anorectic. He looked almost like a junky, probably why he fit in so well in the freak clubs. Longish dark hair which he had to keep pushing out of his eyes. The hair was also shined with grease. He either didn't wash it regularly or used heavy mouse on it. Most important of all he had a command presence.

The note came in about four P.M. It invited me to meet for coffee after dinner. Slimy had asked me out. The coffee turned out to be laced with Irish whiskey. The coffee show was a kinky looking place with lots of BDSM decorations on the walls. The people seemed pretty straight though. "This place looks like one where our vic might have hung out."

"From what I hear not likely. This is the play actors hangout. Your's was more a dungeon or Castle kind of lady I think."

"Did you see her pic?"

"Yes, I saw her but the way she was looking I didn't recognize her. The trade people might though."

"Trade people?" I asked it because I had no idea what he meant.

"Others who dealt in that shit. She wasn't the only one you know. The town is lousy with them."

"So where do I go to meet these people?" I already knew he was dying to tell me.

"If you looked the part, we could pass you off as a Domme Bitch, but you don't. You would have to be a buyer. Not sure you could pull that off either."

"Oh why not?"

Well if you went the Domme way, you would need to dress like the clothes you found in your vic's closet. If you went the buyer way, you need to dress like you got a million bucks. BDSM is not for the average Joyce."

"Well does being a Domme Bitch pay well?"

"The good ones get five hundred credits a night, the lousy ones get a hundred. The average hooker gets twenty bucks a pop. That tell you anything."

"Wow, a girl could afford a lot of leather corsets for that."

"Not too mention the garter belts and fishnet hose." Slimy said it smiling. I smiled back even if I shouldn't have. "I don't suppose you have any piercings?"

"Just my ears," I replied.

"Too bad. A nipple or clit ring does a lot to get you accepted."

"That sounds pretty painful not sure I want that kind of acceptance."

"I didn't even mention and tongue piercing hon." With that Slimy gave me an evil look that could have wilted flowers. He took my hand and I froze stiff. He smiled that wicked smile again and I relaxed. He pulled my hand under the table and onto his hard cock. Either he had an endless supply of Case or more likely he was one of the first of the kids not treated with hormones after puberty.

"So did I pass the test officer?"

"No, you were supposed to massage it. But at least you seemed a little interested." He paused to drink his coffee with my hand still on his cock and moving over it slowly. "Better," he said.

I nodded not trusting myself to speak. His cock did feel good in my hand. Even better when he reached down with one hand to open his zipper. I reached inside his pants to work his cock over the band of his shorts. His smooth hard cock took my breath away. I was breathing ragged but not noticeably so. Slimy noticed even if no one else could.

"Debbie?" he waited until I knew I had to ask before he would go on.

"Yes?"

"Would you like to go to those clubs looking for information on your vic?"

I nodded.

"Answer me Debbie, I hate nods."

"Yes I would like to go to the clubs to look."

"Would you let my friend make you up so you don't stand out."

"Yes."

"Debbie?" Long pause.

"Yes."

"Would you let my friend pierce your nipples?" That almost shook me out of the trance he had weaved on me.

"Yes." It obviously didn't shock me out of it."

"Debbie?"

"Yes."

"Will you wear the clothes she offers you?"

"Yes."

"Alright let's go meet her." I traveled in a trance. He put my hand on his cock in the car. I stroked it all the way to the run down house on the edge of town.

By the time he stopped the car my body was screaming. The ache in my belly was agony but sweet. He reached over to kiss me. It was a long deep wet kiss. He put his hand on my throat and massaged it while he kissed me. I felt his tongue almost down my throat. If there had ever been a chance of me changing my mind, it ended with that kiss. I allowed him to lead me into the dingy living room of the house.

The woman, who came from the rear of the house to meet us, had jet black hair and a body just as emaciated as Slimy's. When she entered she went to Slimy then kissed him deeply. Just as he had done with me he massaged her throat. She let out what I can only describe as a growl. If not that some animal sound for sure. He whispered some things into her ear then walked to the sofa. There he sat himself down, reached for a magazine, then proceeded to ignore us both.