I got up and walked to the dresser, across the pile of underwear on the floor. I picked up the lipstick from the dresser. As I applied the lipstick on... of the men slipped out of the room. A fine mist of perfume filled the room with a pleasant odor as I finished the task set me. I stood up wondering what would be next. The leader and the other man looked at my in admiration. Obviously I was living up to their fantasy. "Let's go," the man said, grabbing my arm. "What? Where are you taking me?" I. 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 bioroids around. I know I am wrong. It is hard when someone like me lives with two of the most gorgeous women on the face of the earth."That last remark seemed to bring a small smile to her face. She moved closer to me laying her head on my shoulder and placed her hand on my chest. I started to stroke her hair in hopes that now she would try to calm down. It began to work. I could feel her body starting to relax. She had used up all her energy. She'd had a long hard day, and now she was all cried out. I. She had concentrated on her studies maintaining a 4.0 Grade Point Average and played soccer with a ferocity far beyond the limits of a five foot one female under one hundred pounds. She had gotten the nickname "Tiger" because she would pounce on much larger opponents with arms and feet flying in all directions at the same time.Her strategy was to keep so busy that she had no time for foolishness like necking in the back seat with inquisitive fingered boys trying to explore as much secret female.