"uhm hi," amber ckoaked, she was suddenly shy."I know who it is." the voice said friendily "if you wanna come over and do some work for us, feel free,...we are staying at the dumaine guesthouse." i know where that is" amber said smiling, "I ll be there in ten." Okay dahling, well tell the front desk to expect you." Amber rode her bicycle there, people at the cafe du monde were allready getting ready for the morning tourists. The old man at desk, looked down his nose at her as he directed her to. I want to fuck,” I said. I got a little head rush and commented, “Wow, how many glasses of wine have I had anyway?” She tilted her head to one side, “Not nearly enough baby, don’t worry it’s not like you have to drive tonight.” Then she continued, “Since your dressed like a slut I want you to pretend that you are one. I want you to really get into it, so what do you say.” I was tingling all over as I said, “Oh yeah honey use me like a whore.” I licked my lips seductively. She took my hand. The bartender joked around with us, saying something about her having too many, and eventually struck up a conversation with us. He seemed like a pretty nice guy, and introduced himself as Derek. Derek was one of those big, black bouncer-looking guys that you typically see at clubs working the door, or behind the bar. As we were talking to him, he told us that besides working as a bartender at the club, he also promotes for several clubs in the area, and told us that if he gets us on some guest. Often, they talked about the other women in their lives. The women they'd be going back to after they left Darlene the sex-toy.Over time I came to realize, at some level, that my type was a new form of competition for women. And that the women didn't take it lying down. They found new ways to vie successfully with the ever improving robots like me. And if I hadn't kept up myself in this race by providing ever better service, I would have soon enough found myself of the scrap heap of.