Chapter One: Act 3
1268 Words
[Victorian District, 2018]
Trenton entered his penthouse, tired and in thought. He tossed his keys onto a small table and threw his coat on a makeshift rack. His robotic maide, Styna, dressed in a simple white blouse and slim-fit black pencil skirt, exited from a closet to his right.
Outwardly, she resembled a modern woman with a full figure, fleshy skin, and a pristine complexion. Her trademarked silverish-blue tone—the highest grade in the robotics industry within the Victorian District—gave way only to Trenton’s financial prowess.
Styna paced toward him in her red-bottom heels. “Good evening, Mr. Welkers,” she announced. “You’re home awfully late. Would you like provisions?”
Ignoring her, he unclasped his cuffs and shuffled toward the kitchen.
“Sir? Provisions?” Styna asked again.
“No,” Trenton snarled. “Run a bath for me. I’m tired.”
“As you wish.” She paced down the hall toward his chamber when the phone rang. “Mr. Welkers, the person on the other line is Manlen, Phillip. Should I answer it?”
Trenton rushed to his hanging coat and pulled out his cell phone. “No, no. Continue with your task. I will personally take this call.”
She bowed and entered his room, closing the door behind her.
Trenton pressed the phone against his ear. “Why, Sir Manlen—”
“Stop with the formalities, Welkers,” Phillip replied. A slight hiss and a pop briefly echoed through the speakers. “There’s something I must ask you… Rather, it’s a favor I hope you’re willing to accept.”
“What is—” Trenton’s voice cracked. He let out a deep breath and continued. “What is the favor?”
“Spend time with my daughter, Anara.”
Trenton dropped his phone. Beads of sweat dripped from his temples. He retrieved the phone and pressed it ever so softly against his ears. “I don’t know what to say. This is quite sudden, especially since you’ve declined—”
“I know… what I said. I want to take up that offer of yours.”
The deafness between Trenton and Phillip grew.
Trenton crossed back and forth the hall between the entrance and the kitchen, rubbing his chin. Why now, you bastard? He belted out a half-suppressed chuckle.
“Welkers? Are you there, boy? I don’t have much time—”
“Alright. How soon?”
“Soon.”
The line ended.
Suddenly, Styna appeared, sulking with a lowered head and darkened eyes.
She must have been listening. Trenton strolled toward her and stopped at her side. He leaned over, his lips touching the rim of her ears. “Cancel my appointments for tomorrow.”
She glitched. “You have regular meetings with Manlen. Surely, he is more significant.”
Trenton wrapped his hand around her neck and squeezed. “You’re not my f*****g soulmate! I purchased you to please me. Schedule appointments. Clean my house.” His grip tightened, and a small tear appeared between his thumb and middle finger. “Cancel my f*****g appointments. Now!”
“Yes, sir.” Styna twitched and clacked, noisy like a scanner. Her eyes lit up with a pixelated folder labeled, ‘Scheduling.’ “Tomorrow is cleared.”
“Excellent.” He let go of her neck and pressed forward. “Carry on.” He halted in front of his chamber door. His hand clasped the knob, sighing with a cracked smile. “Until tomorrow.”
☽☀☾
Three chimes blared from the grandfather clock mounted above the chamber door. Styna lay sprawled on her stomach across the silk spread of Trenton’s bed and facing the wall. Moaning erratically.
Trenton lazily penetrated her from behind, thrusting while looking out the window that oversees the courtyard. Uninterested in the act, he counted the numerous still-water gardens residing in the filled plane of artificial flowers. He pictured Anara standing by the petunias and roses, wearing her flowing gown from the ball—from five years ago. Wishing to strip it off her delicate flesh.
He picked up speed. Imagining Anara in Styna’s place, Trenton grunted, shoving his c**k deeper and harder into Styna until their climax synced.
After pulling out, he raced to his walk-in closet while Styna draped the sheets from the bed over her frame to cover her breasts.
“Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?” she asked.
“Uh, yeah,” he called out. “Make sure dinner is prepared and ready before we return.”
Styna stumbled toward the window, losing the sheet that had covered her. “What time shall you get back?”
“Time isn’t objective. Just have something delicious.”
Styna balled her fists, seeing an elegant woman approach the building. Styna assumed she was who Trenton spoke about. Her gown made her a goddess; like the sun glistening against ocean waves where the foam cascaded along the beach. It was jealousy. Styna processed this emotion and stored it in her data banks, associating the word with Anara’s face. “Mr. Welkers. Who is Anara? Is she a worker of yours?”
Trenton exited the closet, fixing his tie. “Stop asking ridiculous questions. Have you forgotten what you are?”
“No, sir. I ask because she is not in your database or contacts list.”
“She will be.”
Styna swiveled on her heels and sauntered his way. She smirked and pressed her belly button, releasing a lubricant from her vaginal canal, coating her vulva with glistening coolant. “It seems you need another round to set your mind straight.” She wrapped her arms around him.
Trenton shoved her away in disgust, watching her crash onto the carpet. But her eyes. They held lustfully. Piercingly. Trenton could not refuse her. After all, he did receive her to fulfill his growing urges.
He reached down, clutching onto a glob of her hair. He hoisted her up, then pressed his face into hers. “I don’t need this from a programmable b***h. If I didn’t need you, I wouldn’t have f*****g purchased you!” Trenton unzipped his trousers. “Open your goddamned mouth.”
She did so without hesitation, her eyes lighting up as he shoved his engorged c**k down her throat.
He groaned, every inch of his pulsing member now covered by a coconut-scented substance. “I want… you… to—f**k! Apologize for your insubordination.”
Styna, unable to speak, continued to ravage his c**k, forcing it to block her voice box. “Mhmm,” she moaned instead.
“Are you?” He looked down.
Styna’s doe eyes gazed up at him. Her lips suctioned around his ever-hardening member. She mewled her reply once more.
Deciding it best to take her poor apology with a grain of salt, Trenton gripped the back of her head and thrust harder. “Good… So, when Anara…. gets here… you will be on your best behavior. Oh, f**k! And you will not—faster! Oh god, suck it faster—ruin my plans for tonight. s**t!”
His c*m trickled out the crevices of her lips and down her chin. “Is my apology accepted?” she asked him, licking her lips.
Tucking himself back into his trousers, Trenton panted and waved her off. “Yes. All is forgiven. Clean yourself up and resume your daily tasks.”
“Yes, sir.”
Trenton collected his suit jacket and headed to the entrance door. Now dressed, Styna bowed. Closing the door behind him as he left his penthouse.
- Writer
