Beta Testing Becky by Ellen Dominick

State-of-the-art machines explore Becky‘s body, tracking every single moan and shudder that pours out during her sensual interview.

Beta testing becky

Becky Richards has just quit her boring office job and is looking for something new.
She applies to what looks like a dream position, but this is no ordinary tech company. State-of-the-art machines explore Becky‘s body, tracking every single moan and shudder that pours out during her sensual interview.
But the application isn’t over yet. To clinch the job, Becky has to prove she can lure in new customers.
Can Becky prove that she has what it takes to make it through beta testing? Or will this rigorous interview process be too intense for her?

Explicit: This short story is sexy and stuffed to the brim with loads of techy, hot, artificially intelligent goodness. It is of adult nature and meant for readers over 18 years of age.

 

Genre: FICTION / Erotica / Science Fiction, Fantasy & Horror

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Romance / Erotica

Language: English

Keywords: Erotica, Romance, Sex, Short, Story, Women, Job, Books Sexy, Artificial, Intelligence, science, fiction, scifi Exhibitionism, anal, Robot, oral, sex, vaginal, erotcia Technology, erotika, examination, doctor, medical Exam, bds

Word Count: 3746

Sample text:

Free?”

The men stop in their tracks, their eyes glued to the wall. They look around as though they are afraid someone may pop out of the shadows any second now. Still, they don’t leave. They just can’t drag their eyes away from what they are seeing.

“Hey Dean, you think this is real?”

“This” is what looks like half of a woman stuck in a wall. Not just stuck, but bent over, her ass sticking out into the sidewalk. No clothing. No skirt, no panties. Nothing. Just a naked ass underneath a glowing “free” sign. Didn’t that just seem like a situation begging for trouble?

The men shuffle back and forth, closer and farther away, clenching and unclenching their fists. It is dark, and a mixture of alcohol and smoke clouds their vision. It doesn’t make sense.

“No way,” Dean says, stepping forward. His voice is a little deeper than his friends’ voices, his shoulders a little more square. Dean towers over the others. “It’s just some kind of doll or something.”


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