Let's try to look like a football team," I yelled.The locker room echoed with their cheers, but then, just as I got to the door, it died. I turned. Lu...e was standing just inside the other door. "Can I talk to you?"I nodded. "Mark, take 'em out. Two laps around the field, then give 'em to Robbie."He nodded, and, subdued, the team headed for the field. "What can I do for you, Luke?" I, uh, I just wanted to say I was sorry." For what?" I didn't want to see him squirm, but I figured if he was. So I had a skeptical 20 minute drive ahead of me at 3am in the morning. I immediately left. I got to the address he gave and messaged him. No response. I messaged again. No response, and I thought, “ok, I got scammed.” Then suddenly, he responded that he was on his way out. From my rearview mirror I could see him approaching the car. WOW! He was hot, about 6 foot 4. Slim. A big head of shaggy curly dark brown hair. And he was mixed. With light brown skin and a white smile. He got in the car and. She stepped through the doors into the hotbox of stress and fatigue and weary small talk. Turning to face the doors as they closed, she was pushed backwards by shifting bodies. She felt something rubbing against her ass through her dress--something bulky and hard. A security badge, of course. Some male employees wore theirs clipped to their waistbands, and although she was a solid six feet tall, the man she was backed up against was taller. One floor, two floors, three. Each filling the. Her juiceswere dripping out of her and onto the table as she played. She lookedaway from where her arm was being removed and up to the mirror again.She looked strange without her legs. 'My legs are gone now' She thought,'I'll never walk again on my own two feet. This is so freaky!"She heard a wet popping sound as her left arm was removed. It happenedso quickly she didn't have time to reach another orgasm but she reachedup and touched her arm on last time before it was taken away.The med-bot.