by Cecil Washington
slapped hands with Pimp Dog as he met him outside of the apartment building
that was known as the Pimp Dog Brothel. The two brown skinned black men were
meeting for Craig's usual Tuesday night appointment.
"Man," said Pimp Dog, "I got me the best piece of tail you
could ever want, dog, ever want! Right 'chere. You check dis out and I gair-runn-tee
you won't want you no real woman no more!" He motioned to the
blond white girl standing next to him.
Craig checked the young woman out from head to toe. He was standing in the
middle of the red light district of New DC. Since the Washington DC Metro
Area had declared itself an independent nation
in 2088, prostitution had become legal. All flesh pedaling was practiced in
the Red Zone, a section of the city set aside for adult sex businesses. It
was a place where a quick exchange of cash could have any trick indulging
in the fetish of his choice. The dirty and grime from unkempt streets, the
dust from crumbling 20th century buildings and the weird smells that floated
in the air from the combinations of various body fluids did nothing to deter
average Zoner. There were even rumors that some tricks lived in the red zone
by selling one part of their bodies so they could gratify another, but Craig
had chalked all of that up to urban legend.
He'd also thought the robot prostitutes were urban legend until he saw one
in the flesh. Or, should I say, in the synthetic flesh.
"She alright man," he said, rubbing his hand on his brown bald head,
"But come on. First of all, she's a robot, and second of all, she's
white. I ain't ever been with no white girl before, Pimp Dog."
"What??? N*gg*, you mean to tell me that this here is the 23rd century
and we still got some little young buck talking about what color a woman is?
Sh** man, p***y is p***y, it's all pink on the inside and we all black when
the lights go off!" Pimp dog laughed the deep, gutteral laugh of misogyny,
then took a hit off of his joint. "Whew, man, this is some good weed
right 'chere. They flew this in off one of those illegal weed colonies on
da moon. They say they grow it in moon dust. Well it sure get you high, though,
Craig grabbed the robo-whore by the shoulders and turned her around. He
inspected her head to toe, making note of every inch of her body. Her
blond hair felt real enough, and her skin, while light, was not too pale for
his pleasure. He felt her legs and buttocks, then determined that she passed
inspection. He turned her around again
and looked at her face. She had an all-American white girl look about her
with a strong chin and pale blue eyes. Her face was expressionless, the same
blase' look he'd seen in the eyes of the black human whores he'd been with.
Were it not for the bar code on the top of her head, he would have taken her
as fully human.
"Okay, bet Pimp Dog. How much you want for her?" asked Craig.
"A robo-hump is 500 credits my man," said Pimp Dog as he grabbed
the collars on his suit, strutting like a peacock.
"Five hundred! What! You got to be crazy!" yelled Craig.
"Kid, don't you tell me you can't afford it. As many times as I see you
running through here, I know you must spend that much a week, easy."
"Yeah," said Craig, "a WEEK, not on one d**n session!"
The robo-whore came to life and said in a sweet melodic voice, "I guarentee
you, User Craig, I am WELLLLLL worth the purchase." She walked over too
him and kiss him on the lips.
Craig lost control. He grabbed and kissed her immediately. He squeezed her
like he'd lost control. The robo-whore got into him too as she began to grind
her pelvis against his. After what seemed like an eternity, they finally stopped
kissing. Craig stood there, breathing heavily, while the robo-whore returned
to her rest mode.
Only this time, she was smiling.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, Craig, these robots are programmed to figure
out what a brother wants. They are coming out with a few new series in black,
chinese, and indian in six months. I know the white boys are gonna beat down
my door then!" Pimp Dog drew another hit from his joint, then said, "They
also lace these robots with a synthetic sex hormone that they give off once
they come in contact with your skin. I hear it makes it twice as good as the
"What? You mean you never tried it yourself?" asked Craig.
"Nope, I never use my own product, man, I'm a professional. I got me
two girls I sleep with that I don't share with the customers. It's too many
diseases floatin' 'round these days. That's why I'm thinking about getting
more of these droid girls, 'cause they don't ever come down with anything.
Only thing is that they so d**n expensive!"
Craig was fixated on the robo-whore, staring at her with a hungry look of
lust. "Okay man, five-hundred it is." He gave Pimp Dog a credit
card. "This one ought to cover it". Pimp Dog walked over to his
car, reached in and swiped it through his credit box on the dash board. A
green light flashed, and the words "Approved for desired credit"
rang out from the machine.
"Oh, Craig, there's one more thing" said Pimp Dog, "Be sure
to let her scan your thumb print on the black box near her dresser. It's a
finger print terminal for the internet. If there is anything bad or weird
about you that's been put on the net, like you got a disease or a jail record
or the feds want you, the robo-ho won't do you. In that case, I'll let you
have two real women, no problem."
"H**l yeah!" yelled Craig. He grabbed the robo-whore by the hand
and led her inside the slummy apartment building that served as Pimp Dog's
The two, human and droid, walked though the open door and up a pair of cracked
steps. She led him to her apartment door. After opening it with her fascard,
she led Craig through a sparsely furnished living room and into the bedroom.
She laid him on the bed.
"Get undressed, User Craig," she said in an even more sensual tone
than before. "A robo-whore serves her user for two hours. Please
undress yourself and I will begin to perform for you."
Craig wasted no time getting himself completely naked. He ripped his clothes
off like they were on fire.
The robo-whore walked over to the bed and sat beside him. She then grabbed
his right thumb and began scanning it with the black box on the dresser. "Please
wait, User Craig, while I scan for records" she
cooed. "Health record---clean. Criminal record---clean. Credit report---excellent.
One mention of your name on the SexNet. Scanning.... This may take one moment.
Please wait patiently." The robo-whore
closed her eyes as she analysed the contents of the ad.
"Hurry up!" snapped Craig. "I ain't got all day for you to
be reading some ad about me, I'm clean, ain't I? Now
DO ME GOD DA***T!!!!"
The robo-whore smiled. "Don't you know what it says, User Craig?"
"I know what it says. It says that my wife left me because she caught
me out here zoning, that's all. I read that s**t."
"Yes, it does, User Craig, and more. MUCH more. Are you sure you want
to continue with this appointment?"
"B***h, get your robot a** over here now! I will read that later!"
"As you command User Craig." The robo-whore began kissing him. And
touching him. And rubbing him. And....
Three hours later, Craig was near exhaustion. The robo-whore was sitting on
top of him, naked and grinding her body away. Mercilessly, obsessively
she thrusted him deep inside her.
Craig pleaded, "Stop! I can't take it no more! God, what are you doing
"My system injects you with a hormone that restores your erection after
each one of your orgasms, User Craig. Then, when the time is up, I am programmed
to finish the final copulation and let your body return to normal" she
"But-But-But" he said with each robo-thrust, "it's been over
three hours. I---only---paid for t-t-t-two. God, what are you trying to do,
"Yes, User Craig," said the robo-whore. "I AM trying to kill
you. But this is taking too long. Afixiation and sex
would be much more efficient and fulfill the requirements of the bounty."
The robo-whore's body began humping him in overdrive as she began choking
"Help! Please! Stop!" Craig gasped. "Why! Wh--Wuh---"
He tried to pry her off of him but it was no use.
"Because, User Craig, of the ad on the Sex Net. Your wife is offering
one hundred thousand credits to any woman who can screw you to death. I plan
on collecting that money, investing some of it and buying my way into the
business with Master Pimp Dog." The robo-whore returned to her work.
Craig stopped struggling and laid frozen in shock and horror.
The robo-whore stopped humping and looked at him. Craig stared deep into her
mechanical blue eyes and for the first time he saw an all-too human emotion
in the android's soul: GREED.
She answered his helpless fear with a smile and said, "Now, now User
Craig. I may be programmed for pleasure, but I am also programmed for PROFIT."
Three months later, a plump young red haired white girl met Pimp Dog and Heather,
his new robot management partner, outside the apartment building that served
as their brothel.
"So Cynthia, you have never been with a black man, correct? And you want
to try out one of ours?" Heather asked.
"Yes," said the red head. "I know it sounds crazy, but it's
the 23rd century, and I still am turned on by the idea of
sex with a Negro. No offense, Mr. Pimp Dog."
Pimp Dog smiled and said, "Oh no, baby, it ain't no problem. It's cool.
Just bring your bidness to us, sweetheart."
"We have the perfect brother for you, Cynthia," grinned Heather.
"He's a cybernetically enhanced black man. The endowments are living
tissue on the outside, but inside he's been replaced with steel in just the
right places. His brain is a computer chip that's been programmed to make
him be a tender lover and say all the things a woman wants to hear. He's part
of a new line of cyborg sex partners coming on the market. Part human, part
droid, ALL LOVE."
"Oohhh" giggled Cynthia. "Please, bring him out!"
"Craig," called Heather, "come out my little
robo-whore. A customer wants to meet you!" Heather smiled then said,
"He's my own personal toy, but I don't mind sharing
him if he will make you happy."
Cecil Washington is a creative type with a day job working with computers. He lives with his wife and 2 kids. "Dwoor" will be in print in 2005 from Publish America. His other books are listed at his website.