I glare between my legs, angry that my pussy is doing a happy dance, or rather, a happy kegel.
Another text bubble pops up, and I wait to see what Droid Daddy has to say.
Toxic:When will you make an appointment with the doctor?
My gut twists with fury. Not that I can hold his question against him. He’s excited about little droid, and that’s a good thing. Without even trying, I’ve found my droid a hands-on father, which is more than I can say for many new moms.
Samantha:I’m still researching. I’ll keep you in the loop.
Toxic:Sweet! If you want, we could hang out after the appointment.
My brow knits as I try to decipher the intent behind his text. Is he asking to go over droid details?
Or is he offering his body as he had before?
Samantha:Please clarify.
Toxic:I figured it’d be better to hang out after the appointment, because the doctor might not appreciate witnessing the aftermath of me absolutely destroying your pussy.
Holy Droids—he totally went there.
What do I even say to that?
Yes, please!!!
When did I get so horny?
A small part of me wants to die because of how needy my body is at the thought of said destruction.
Which is not only dangerous but offensive as hell.
This is how women get screwed—figuratively. It’s the literal screwing that does it.
And there is no way that Daddy Droid is going to have me dickmatized.
Admittedly, it’s a little too late for that.
Samantha:I need you, so give me all you got…
After several agonizing minutes of watching his text bubble, he replies.
Toxic:What do you need? Be clear.
Samantha:My vibrator has gone on strike, it’s too late to shower, and analog masturbation techniques aren’t my thing.
Toxic:Do you want my face between your thighs licking your little pussy until you cream my beard? Or would you rather I fuck your big tits until I come on your pretty face?
Sweet droids—why not both?
Samantha:you pick
Toxic:Show me your pussy.
I’ve yelled at countless clients for sending nudes to their conquests, and yet, I fail to take my own advice.
I remove my panties and snap a pic.
SEND.
