Hello! Before reading this, I recommend reading Plastic Pleasure: Natalie first. That's if you want a better understanding of the lore in the world of Plastic Pleasure.
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It was Danni's duty to perform regular maintenance checks on the androids, but he was also a part-time employee in the office. Thanks to him, Emily could eat and drink her fill -- he was the one bringing her meals every night, so she never starved.
She rubbed her throat, which felt sore from constant abuse and cock warming at the hands of Marcus, her owner in the office. Danni saw her discomfort and smirked, but continued cleaning the other androids.
How many times does someone need to cum in a day? She rubbed her knees, which were tender from kneeling for the past three days to satisfy Marcus. "Can't you bring me something better?" She asked the man, who stifled a gag from the noxious smell of liquids he drained from a blue-haired android with big, round breasts.
"Cum and piss not enough for you?" He said, replacing the saturated rag with another.
Emily ignored the question and looked at her cheeseburger. "I just mean, I'd rather stick to the healthier stuff you bring."
Danni ignored her, moving onto another android.
"Do you enjoy this?" Emily took a small bite out of the burger.
"Oh yeah," he said, panting as he scrubbed the android's face thoroughly. "Best job in the world."
Emily watched as he drained sperm and other fluids from the machines and carefully wiped them down. "Why do you do it then?"
"Someone has to," he grunted as he lifted two buckets full of lust and waste. He carefully shuffled to the storage room's exit and left Emily alone.
She knew he was heading to the toilets to pour the liquids down the toilet to flush. The storage room smelled like a toilet, and Emily felt ashamed by the fact she had managed to adjust to such conditions. When Danni returned, Emily had finished her cheeseburger. "I was wondering..."
"Yeah?" Danni asked, continuing his duties.
"Since it's just you and me here now, couldn't you turn a few of the cameras off in the office? I'd appreciate it, you know. I'd love to be able to walk around outside this filthy room..." Before she had even finished speaking, Danni was shaking his head.
"Nope. Because then people would ask questions. The fewer questions these pencil pushers ask about me, and about you, the better. We need them to believe you're just another one of these things." He tapped the cheek of a red-haired android with the back of his hand. "And I put in a lot of effort to keep this room clean, so show a little respect."
It was difficult for Emily to show appreciation when 80% of her diet consisted of sperm and urine. Danni was not directly at fault, but he worked for that despicable organisation, and he was benefiting from her misery just as much as the rest of them.
"Phew," Danni let out an exasperated sigh, causing Emily to snap her attention to him. "Finally finished. Do you need to wash?"
Emily nodded.
Danni stood outside while Emily cleaned herself. Her long, silky black hair was stained with cum and sweat. The jizz had dried up in her bangs, which clung to her forehead. At least he let me use warm water, Emily thought, scrubbing her body down with a sponge. Next, she brushed her teeth and rinsed with mouth wash. There was no way she would be able to sleep with the taste of Marcus' cum and piss in her mouth.
Several minutes later, Emily called out: "Hey, I'm finished."
Danni put his suitcase down, and retrieved a towel for her, which she dried herself off with. "Alright, well... I'll see you tomorrow then," he said, once she handed the towel back to him.
"Wait... Can you tell me about them? The black market you work for?"
Danni paused for a second, then dismissed the question. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Yeah... I didn't think so. It was not long after Danni left that Emily's fatigue took over, and she fell asleep.
The next morning, Danni knocked on the door.
"Why do you always knock? It's not like they're up to no good in there..." Marcus said.
