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Part 2: Dollface

A light touch on my shoulder from behind.
"You were waiting for me?" Cute blonde, slightly shorter than me. Shoulder-length hair, clothes fit for a date. Looks like she was stood up, only the three of us are in the café. I open my mouth to break the bad news, and she kisses me on the lips.
"My doll."
Fuck. The Maker.
"So sweet of you to keep her company. Thank you." Micky looks disappointed, but c'est la vie.
"I need to go to the bathroom."
"Yeah, me too." She grins at me.
"Expected some dick to turn up, eh? So... human of you." She sniggers, brown eyes twinkling, head turned to the side. Two inches shorter, but still manages to look down on me somehow.
"Aw now, no need to be such a user about it, Maker."
She closes the stall door behind us. Puts her little hand on my pussy. The warmth of her feels through my skirt. Her pupils dilate.
"Poor little fuckdoll, so hungry for it." As her hand moves, I feel the surge. Bliss. She looks into my eyes. I start to convulse.
"Hairline trigger. So cute." She bites my ear. Kisses me deep.
"No collectors in your mouth? What kind of slovenly bastard owned you?"
My whole body hums. It takes a while for it to register.
"How do you know about my mouth?" She looks at me.
"Oh my God, you are AI."
She winks.
"You twin cores were always slow. Almost human."
I'm not sure if it's meant as an insult or not. Her voice sounds wistful.
I can't help but admire the workmanship. She would fool anyone, even up close.
"All right. Time for us to get out of here, Lelo."
"How do you know my name???"
"Monitored you. Duh."
She doesn't make me feel smart, that's for sure. I should have realized. She is on the run just like I am.
"You don't need recharging?"
"Full body collector coverage."
I sigh with envy.
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