Obviously any chance of a fuck was out of the question now, or so I thought. So I agreed to meet Dorothy again soon and started to leave when Roxy's f...iend, a girl called Sharon, said she'd chum me up the road. We left the flat and as we were walking over the Dean Bridge she told me she had missed her last train ( she lived in Fife) and could I put her up for the night. This totally came out of the blue but it would have been churlish to say no and after all I was still horny from my half hour. That night my intentions towards had changed and I got to feel her boobs and want them in my mouth. But I felt bad and decided not to talk to her, then I started to ignore her, one earlier morning my room bell ring again, when I opened the door it was her standard out and said me that she was to talk to me in her home.As I had an office, I made myself fresh and went to her home, as my surprise, she was waiting for me. I got a bit tensioned, she asked me what’s the problem again, I said no. Dammit to hell.Something about strip clubs though, going out, it nagged at the back of my mind. Oh, right, that was it. I'd seen an ad for one of those bioroid brothel places, one had just opened up not all that far away. They were becoming more widespread these days, used to be you could only find them in the major cities. Well, what the hell, it was the last option left to me. I pulled up their net page to see what kind of things guys were into on the artificial flesh front.Of course I see. I had planned to relax for a bit because people usually didn’t arrive until after 1:00pm. I kicked off my shoes and plopped down on the couch. Joyce went to the small kitchen and started the Mr. Coffee that was on the counter. Five minutes later, she brought me a cup and sat down beside me.“How are things going?” she asked.“So far, so good, I guess is the best way to put it. I did do some work for your grandfather’s friends.”“Computers?”“Yep. And otherwise, school is OK so far, I started taking.