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Re: A Spark of Luv, microfill
Date: 2011-12-21 05:33 am (UTC)The fighting made Fisto's metal heart break, but he couldn't let it show. He owed it to the next weary soul who sought comfort in his arms to put on a brave face. It was the only thing he had to offer them besides one mind blowing orgasm after another.
Sweet Vulpes, noble Boone, gentle Arcade and of course, darling James---when would you learn? There was no need to damage each other. He was programmed for their pleasure, to spread love and not hate—he could service two, sometimes three and even four at a time if he needed to.
There was enough of Fisto for everyone.
Re: A Spark of Luv, microfill
Date: 2012-01-07 03:33 am (UTC)Re: A Spark of Luv, microfill
Date: 2012-01-25 07:20 am (UTC)He asked timidly for some companionship. Something... special. James, a knowing smile on his face, knew when discretion was at order and assured the young soldier he knew the perfect match and offered him the key to FISTO’s room, special rate for first-time customers. The soldier, recognisable as one despite the civilian clothing, simply by the way he walked and held himself, all but slinked up the stairs, opened the door and hastily closed it behind him.
James polished a glass, whistling under his breath.
FISTO wasn’t very empathetic, it wasn’t his nature. But he was programmed for pleasure, and could recognise a body’s physical signals for pleasure, pain, or fear. This one as drenched in cold sweat, had an increased heart rate without being aroused, was kneading his trembling hands.
“FISTO aims to please”, he said in what was his most gentle and reassuring voice. “Please, assume the position.”
“What... what is the position?”
FISTO explained patiently. His adaptive software that made him capable of expanding his repertoire that by now a wide variety of options to offer to those who remained uncomfortable when confronted with the standard program.
And since FISTO was also very patient, he waited until the customer had made his decision, and proceeding slowly but with gentle determination, FISTO extended his pincers and got to work.
Having been reduced to a gasping, sweating mess by FISTO’s attentions it took the soldier a while before he could put his clothes back on and leave the room. He locked it behind him, leaving FISTO feeling very pleased with himself, and staggered down the stairs towards the bar where James waited, a glass in his hand.
“A double vodka”, the soldier said, his voice slightly shaking. “And I don’t even like the stuff.”
James turned around and picked a bottle from the shelf. “You’re first time in Vegas?”
“No... not exactly. Just... just the first time here. In the Wrangler, I mean.”
“Ah.” He unscrewed the bottle. “Where is it that you’re stationed?”
The soldier blushed a deep crimson and stared at his hands. “Mojave Outpost, but please keep that to yourself. I have to work there, you know.”
“Of course.” James filled the glass with a very generous measure and shoved it across the counter. “Here. On the house.”
Re: A Spark of Luv, microfill
Date: 2012-10-12 07:28 am (UTC)Re: A Spark of Luv, microfill
Date: 2014-03-17 03:29 am (UTC)so beautiful I'm gonna go cry in the corner now
Re: A Spark of Luv, microfill
Date: 2015-07-16 01:25 am (UTC)