Ivy found her luggage in the bedroom just as they were told. She dug through her suitcase for her beauty products only to find her toiletry bag had imploded during transport. Damn. Now what?

She purposely dismissed the untouched bed, ignoring the dressing table mirror as she walked into the luxurious bathroom. It was as large and as filled with bells and whistles as her master bath at home. Body sprays, rain head, steam, music, everything you could think of and more.

“Okay, mood room, what do I do now? My toiletries didn’t survive the warp jump.” Only half serious, she mumbled to herself when a hidden drawer in the tile slid open with every kind of product she could imagine.

“Uhm, thank you.” She scanned the ceiling. “I hope to fuck I’m not on some kind of closed-circuit TV.”

With a wicked smirk, she shimmied out of her top and then her leggings, humming the stripper theme song. She kicked her clothes to the corner and then strutted to turn on the shower, slipping behind the glass door with a wiggle. “I hope that gave you an eyeful!” she yelled to the ceiling again.

Feeling better, she did a quick lather and rinse and squeezed out her hair. The shower turned off automatically the moment she touched the heated towel on the rack. She wrapped the big thirsty terrycloth around her body and tucked the edges before padding into the bedroom.

Gerri said the temperature fluctuated here, yet she had no idea whether she meant hot or cold. “Mood room, what kind of day is it? Flip flops or boots?” She waited. Nothing.

“Oh, so now you clam up? My pre-shower dance too much for you? If I freeze today, I’m blaming you.”

In that moment, she glanced down to find her flip flops neatly placed in front of the dresser. She whirled around to her suitcase, but the bag was still the way she left it. “Uhm, sorry. I didn’t mean to be so rude.”

Mumbling to herself again, she lifted her suitcase top and took out a flowing high-low skirt and bright tank top. She ran a comb through her honey-colored hair and then pulled it into one side, letting the waterfall curls fall over her shoulder.

She had no makeup as everything oozed into a gooey mess inside her bag, so she smoothed a little extraterrestrial face cream over her lightly tanned skin. At least in that department she’d won the lottery. Good skin. She was full-figured, but then again, all the women in her family were, including Cassie. Ivy smiled thinking about her cousin. It was only a matter of minutes until she’d see her again. She glanced at her face in the dresser mirror, running her fingers under her gray eyes and the tiny fine lines she’d noticed there. Except they weren’t. Not anymore.

Huh. Maybe there were more perks to this interstellar travel than Gerri let on. Reverse aging and hot hunky men who seem to like curvy women. Win-win. She looked at her eyes again. They were the same shade of dove gray as Cassie’s. Shaking her head, she tried to imagine what her cousin looked like now, all round and preggers. She put the comb on the dresser top and turned on her heel. It was time to find out.

Or maybe not.

As she turned, Ivy caught Gerri’s weird laptop in the corner of her eye. The communicator was sitting on the dresser directly in front of the oversized bed. Only problem, it wasn’t there a moment ago. The odd metallic device was connected to the flat screen TV on the wall, only the unit wasn’t a television at all, more like a permanent part of the room’s structure. Ivy strode toward the note taped to the laptop’s dark metal case and unpeeled it from the screen.

Surprise! When my communicator unit beeps, swipe your hand over the three right bumps in the glass screen. Keep an open mind, Ivy. Remember our conversation about sexbots and satisfaction? Enjoy!

Gerri~

P.S. Oh, they’re going to ask for me. Ignore it. This is all about you.

XOXO

She sat on the edge of the bed, scanning the note again. She ran one hand over her side ponytail. What the hell did the old woman do?

Before she could think, the screen beeped, the staccato sound making her jump. Ivy flicked her gaze to the note again and then toward the screen, hesitating. “Fuck it. Don’t be a puss, Ivy.”

Her personal pep talk hung in the air as she pushed herself up from the bed, dropping the note to the floor. “Instead of being a puss, let whoever or whatever is on the other end work your puss for you. Gerri said satisfaction, so let’s give the woman her money’s worth.”

The room changed color again, only this time it did so from floor to ceiling. Ivy glanced at the spreading gradient. Dusky rose into a sultry crimson. The lights dimmed and she smirked to herself as she swiped the three glass orbs on the screen.

The beeping pulse stopped.

“Communication active,” a computerized voice announced.

Bluish-silver light formed on the large flat screen. They circled in thickness and intensity and Ivy jumped back toward the footboard as it fused to a dense beam and shot toward the floor between the wall and the bed.

A cylinder of light sprang from the floor and inside the column was an absolutely gorgeous man. He lifted his eyes to her and took in her full length, towel and damp hair included.

“I’m looking for Gerri Wilder. I was informed she asked me to call.”

His voice was deep with a sexy resonance. God, he looked so lifelike standing there, Ivy wanted to reach out and run her palms down the hard planes of his chest. Was his dark hair as thick in real life?

Oh, right. There was nothing real about him. He was a computer program. But damn, he was hot!

She eyed the hologram. “Gerri may have asked you to call, but your call was meant for me.”

“You?” the deep voice asked.

Ivy nodded then lifted her hand, swirling it in a circle. “Could you turn for me? In a circle, please.”

“I don’t think you understand. I’m Van—”

She waved her hand in front of her. “I don’t need your name, love. I just want to see the goodies.”

“Goodies?”

She nodded, her brows knotting. “I guess you’re not programmed for Earth accents or slang. What I mean is you have on too many clothes. I want to see you in the flesh. I know you’re a hologram and don’t really have flesh, but you get my meaning.”

The man hesitated for a second, but a delicious smirk graced his lips full of mischief and he peeled his shirt from his shoulders.

“Oh my, you look good enough to lick. Whoever programmed you gets a gold star.” She sat on the edge of the bed. “Now the rest.”

He inclined his head. “I like this game. Was this your intention all along?”

She wet her bottom lip and the man’s eyes followed the swipe of her tongue as he stripped out of his drawstring pants. He stood naked, utterly delicious, and completely erect.

“That tongue of yours looks like it wants to work this deep and hard,” he said, wrapping his hand around his shaft. With slow movements, he caressed the hard length, rubbing his palm over a thick head. “Mmmm, I can imagine the feel of your mouth.”

His eyes found hers as he stroked his cock. “Let me see you, love. Drop your towel.”

Ivy planted the edge of her ass on the bed and unwrapped the terrycloth from her body, letting it fall to either side.

“Stroke yourself. I want to watch your slick juices coat your fingers as you dip them deep. Lick your hand and then spread your pussy wide. I want to see your wet folds. That’s it. Slip your fingers inside, one by one, and then circle your clit with your thumb. Imagine my hands and my mouth licking you clean, sucking your hard nub.”

Ivy sucked in a breath. His voice was so naturally commanding, the sound nearly made her come. She leaned back, her legs spread wider than she ever dared. Her free hand cupped her breast and she squeezed the full weight, grazing her nipple. She gasped.

“You’re so close, love. I can see the flush on your beautiful skin. If I could, I’d sink my cock into that pretty wet slit and ride you hard. Fist yourself. Take it all like you’re taking me.”

She cried out, rolling her hips.

“That’s it, baby. All of it.”

Ivy let her eyes find his and the intensity of his gaze locked the breath in her throat, her body craving something more. “Your cock is so long and thick,” she croaked. “Work yourself. I want to watch you come, too.”

A gorgeous grin took his mouth and he shook his head. “Ladies, first.” He crooked his hand, beckoning her closer. “Wrap your legs around the column of light. When you feel the vibration hit, you’ll know that’s me.”

Ivy scrambled to the ground. She lay on her back with her knees wide, pressing her most intimate parts to the light.

“Oh, love, I can see you’re glistening slick and wet from here.” He leaned in and did something to adjust the communicator settings and suddenly the cylinder shimmied, pulsing at a high speed and growing faster and more frenetic every second. The vibration hit and Ivy cried out, rolling her hips, her hand deep in her pussy.

“That’s it. Let go.” His voice was rough and husky across the computer.

“I want to see you come!” she groaned.

His image stilled, though the shimmy continued and he fisted his cock and threw his head back. His virtual hand worked his swollen head until a guttural grunt tore from his mouth as he climaxed, the facsimile evidence all over his hand.

The sexy sight drove Ivy over the edge and her entire body tensed as she came hard. She slumped to the ground as the aftershocks took her, her fingers pruned in her own juice as she watched the sexy hologram clean his virtual fingers.

“That was amazing,” she murmured. “I said it before and I’ll say it again. Whoever programmed you deserves an A plus.”

He chuckled. “You still don’t understand, but I suppose it doesn’t matter anymore. I was happy to serve.”

She leaned up on her elbows, her eyes taking in everything about him. “You know, if you were here and real, I don’t think I’d ever let you go.”

He smiled and the effect was breathtaking. “Be careful what you wish for, my dear.” He blew her a kiss and then the cylinder went dark, disappearing altogether.

Ivy sat up and wrapped her arms around her knees, a nagging voice at the back of her head at the hologram’s strange words. She had a sneaking suspicion she missed something important.

The communicator beeped again and she scrambled to her feet.

“Ivy! Hurry up. We’re going to be late.” Gerri’s voice prompted from the speaker. The screen stayed dark, and for a second, she wondered if it was because the old woman knew what she’d find otherwise.

She smirked, dismissing the questions in her head and just enjoyed the delicious afterglow. Wait until she told the girls!