He had that shifty, sort of bored look that Valerie Blackford hated, the kind of look she saw more of since she opened Gemini, her tiny little brothel, wedged beneath two noodle shops.
"What do the girls look like?"
She looked at him, expression neutral despite the pang of dislike in her chest. Stupid question. Must be a new customer, just wandering in off the street. "They look like me," she said, matter-of-fact, gesturing at herself, up and down. “That’s sort of the whole thing.”
He stared, expression blank as a wiped drive.
"They're me. They're modeled off of me.”
More staring from his wet little eyes.
"Look, I'm just going to show you." She stood, lead him back, opened the door to five identical and equally nude clones of herself, supine and hooked up to diagnostics. They could be sleeping.
His eyes traveled slowly over the doubles, then back over her clothed body. He smiled, more interested now that he saw her naked.
She didn’t blame him. She looked good laid out like that.
"They any fun in the sack?"
More stupid questions.
"They don't move. They can’t. Look at this place. You think I can afford to give them all personalities? You just fuck them like that. Twenty five for an hour. Fifty if you want me to watch."
He scoffed. "Twenty five to fuck a dead clone? I can do that for free."
She rolled her eyes, walked over to the nearest spare, spread her copy's cunt wide with two fingers for him. It gleamed wet in the soft light. "Not dead. On standby. Wet and warm." She slid a finger inside her double's pussy, with an audible squelch, watched it go in easy, felt her cunt clench. "They'll even cum for you, if you care about that. I have them do kegels and everything.”
She sucked herself off her fingers, knowing the reaction it’d get, a little smirk quirking her lips as she watched his cock tent in his loose pants.
He was thinking now, eyes darting between her and...her.
"Fifty, then. You sit on the table and watch."
“Payment up front,” she said as she hopped up, legs not quite reaching the ground.
He wasn’t gentle. He fucked her spare like he hated it, choking it, slapping its face and tiny tits hard enough to make her wince, sitting on the table next to him. She heard him grunting, heard his hips slapping against cloned flesh. ItPost too long. Click here to view the full text.