Sex clone trouble!
By Destiny Byron
Copyright 2012
Smashwords Edition
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MATURE CONTENT
This story contains sexually explicit material, and is intended only for persons over the age of 18. By downloading and opening this document, you are stating that you are of legal age to access and view this work of fiction. All of the characters involved in the sexual situations in this story are intended to be 18 years of age or older, whether they are explicitly described as such or not.
A final wave of pleasure rocked my body and I came hard, collapsing on the bed. I could still feel the cock in my pussy, grinding away, oblivious to my moans and screams of pleasure. Through the pleasure I reached around the bed, searching for the small control bud. It had fallen between the bed and the wall, and as the familiar warmth of orgasm arrived yet again I pressed the control bud, and the pleasure ended. I opened my eyes to look for the lover who had shared my bed, and found myself all alone.
"House, where did he go?" I asked, and looked around my apartment. It was empty apart from my bed against the rear wall, all other furniture stored away.
"There is no one else in the apartment." the house replied. "You have been alone for the past three hours Mistress, ever since the Customs flyer dropped off the test package."
It hit me then, and I realised how stupid I had been. I felt around the nape of my neck and found a small crescent shape. I pinched the middle of it and pulled it away, putting it on the bed beside me.
"House, record in the log that the ErosPalace stimulator timer system works as the owner claimed, and that there shouldn't be any problem with him importing them into the System." I stood up, suddenly aware of how tired I was, and collapsed on the bed again. The EroPalace was a stimulator that made the subject imagine they were having sex with as many partners as they wanted for as long as they wanted. The fear of people being lost in its wonders had led to me testing the device. A three hour love making session with a man that wasn't there. Just another day in the life of Damarcy, Customs Officer - Aphrodisiacs division.
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When you tell people that your work is testing alien pharmaceuticals they tend to run for the hills. No doubt thinking that you have some Eridani spider welts, or the Centurian flu, or some memetic virus fresh from the copywriter mills of Tau Bootis A. It's a lot simpler for everyone involved to say that I work in consumer protection. Which isn't a lie. My work protects consumers from all the alien nasties that narrow minded citizens think I might have.
So how did I get into this valued line of work? I live in Teslatown, a hollowed out asteroid in orbit around Uranus. Teslatown was originally meant to be a seed ship, sent out to seed the galaxy with human life. Teslatown's investors went bankrupt in one of the Martian Salt Wars and the asteroid sat empty. It was purchased two centuries later by the Concert of Free Citizens, and transformed into a free port and named Teslatown.
Now two million citizens, mostly baseline human, live in Teslatown, and it is the third biggest interstellar dock behind Navagraha Six orbiting Saturn, and the Chinese Room on what used to be the Jovian Moon of Kalyke. I don't know the precise stats but something like a thousand lightramers, ion-pulse slowliners and all other sorts of spacecraft dock in or around Teslatown a week.
The reason I am on Teslatown is different to most citizens. When the CFC seized the asteroid they found that some of the crew compartments and facilities had been built. Most was sold off or salvaged, but the CFC retained the one active crewclone pod. From that I was born, that is to say my original body was born. The CFC allowed me to be a free citizen, but I was confined to Teslatown due to my nature as a crewclone. Crewclone's memories are stored within the fabric of their seed ship, so that when their body is injured or dies they are uploaded into a new body within hours with no memory loss.
I am technically immortal. Even if I left Teslatown and I died a new me would be resurrected in Teslatown, but lacking any of the memories of events occurring after I left Teslatown.
My unique talents and biology made me the perfect employee for the Customs Control of Teslatown. Tens of thousands of new products arrive in Teslatown every day, and Customs needs to ensure that the products won't cause any harm to the Solar System. Since I do not die if my body dies due to a dangerous product, pet, piece of art or medicine I am the perfect candidate for the job.
It may not always been exciting, but it is always interesting. After five decades in the pets division I applied and received transfer to pharmaceuticals, aphrodisiacs division. As a baseline human female of permanent 21 earth years old I was the perfect candidate to test the sex drugs, aids, memory replacements, and genome and nanotech treatments.
My next assignment arrived early one Monday morning. My apartment was near the south hub and overlooked the towers of Teslatown that stretched along the curved walls of the asteroid. I woke to the sound of my com beeping.
I waved at the bug and the face of my boss Jetimay filled my bedroom. The blonde stared down at me.