There's An App For That?

Jill Kassidy moves through Gia Derza's bedroom, straightening sheets and dusting surfaces like the trained domestic droid she is. A soft chime interrupts the silence. Gia glances over, interest piqued as Jill recites the update list in her calm, measured voice. Most entries drift past Gia unnoticed until one lands: a new massage app. Her face brightens. She urges Jill to install it and wastes no time, stripping bare before stretching out on the bed, skin already humming with anticipation. Jill kneels and begins the program. Pressure shifts, too firm at first, then too light, before the sensors settle into the perfect rhythm. Gia's breath deepens with each stroke, nipples tightening against cool sheets. Soon the friction morphs into pleasure, hot and slick between her thighs. She lifts her hips, voice low, and asks if Jill is built for happy endings too. The droid replies she can deliver whatever Gia requires. The air thickens. Jill leans in, tongue parting Gia's folds with measured licks that send tremors straight up her spine. Gia writhes, fists twisting in the linen. She won't be the only one satisfied. Rolling Jill onto her back, Gia spreads metal knees and explores every access panel and sensor until synthetic skin shivers like flesh. They move together in an urgent tangle, mouths, fingers, hips finding every angle that sparks overload. When Gia finally collapses, chest heaving, she already wonders which new packages the developers will release next.