The remaining human male on Pax Orbis paced around the flickering hologram of his boss Electra. Electra had a small frown on one side of her face, crossed her arms and tapped her foot, waiting for Rowan to continue his griping.
"Okay, question one, why didn't you tell me you could get a male cyborg so quickly? I could have avoided being a cuck actor. And question two, why are you bringing him in now?"
"Logan isn't a cyborg Rowan, I've told you this. He's a ROSM, a remotely operated sex machine. They're much easier to get than a cuck robot or a gigolo android, the waiting lists for those go way beyond a ROSM. We needed you in the game as soon as possible. Remember, revenue is number one."
She unfolded her arms and held them out. "For your second point, we're expanding our operations to include services to female alien life forms. We'd like you to be part of that initiative."
Rowan held his wrist behind his back and continued to pace around his boss, who was actually light years behind the great mine field. "Even if I say I was game for that, why do I need to remotely operate Logan? Why can't I be myself?"
Electra looked Rowan up and down. "Sugar, you can pass for a cuck, but you can't pass for a gigolo. I'll grant you're looking better lately, and good job on that, but you have a ways to go. We did some polling on the station and found that alien girls prefer a body like Logan's to yours."
"By how much?"
She grinned, "You don't want to know."
"Fuck that. I'm not doing it. How do I fuck a tentacle monster?"
"Well we were hoping you'd do some research and let us know, we can then program the gigoglobots when they come on line in fifteen months."
"Fifteen! No, no way. Not a chance in hell Electra. I've been humiliated and did pretty sick shit for the company and…"
"Shut up Rowan! Will you listen to me? How in the hell is making love to a woman any worse than playing a cuck? I thought you'd be pleased."
"Because I'd be saying to myself I wasn't good enough every single day working here. I would feed customers a lie every time I would touch them with that thing. I've just been able to come out of my shell a little, and you throw this in my face?"
"I didn't want to do this but you left me no choice." She made a virtual green terminal appear in front of him. Text flew by, then the terminal zoomed in on some fine print. "Actions that lead to revenue loss or potential revenue loss will be seen as a reason for termination. You'd be out of work on this station, Rowan."
She looked somewhere not in the hologram and looked back at him. "I just searched flights, the next supply ship to Pax Orbis that can take passengers back is in two years. You'd have no income until then. Let's just say that aliens are much less benevolent employers than humans."
Rowan walked over to the crate carrying Logan and slammed his hands down on it. "Fuck you Electra."
"I'll take that as a yes. You'll take up this extra responsibility?"
"What's it pay?"
"Same pay as you're getting now, so quite a lot. Labor laws say we can't make you work more than sixty hours a week, so things won't be so bad."
He twisted the latches on the crate and a seal on the metal box hissed. Dry ice fog billowed out of the container and he saw his new work vehicle. The suit of flesh that Electra called Logan was at least six feet tall with a toned medium build. He had sandy blond hair and the box said he had blue eyes. Of course he had a square jawline, high cheekbones, and well proportioned nose
"Great, he looks like a complete douche." Looking down he lifted up the flesh suit's boxers. "Goddamn Electra."
"Don't worry, the suit can adjust his cock size to the preference of the customer, that's only the largest he can go."
"Where's the remote control? There's no terminal either. Oh, is it this helmet?"
"Heh, no. That is actually a disposable surgical device. It's designed to install a cranial implant that should let you operate Logan as if you were him. That's why it's called a flesh suit?"
"So what happens to my real body?"
"The implant maintains what you do. So if you lie down and close your eyes, you go to sleep. If you're sitting in a chair with your eyes open, the implant will make sure your eyes don't dry out. You also won't freeze, you'll just look like you're chilling out."
"What if my real body is asked questions?"
"A prompt will show up in Logan's field of view. You can text what you want your real body to say. You can also give it basic commands like go to bed or to walk short distances."
"Why does it need to do all that? Can't I just sleep?"
"Ah, the final sticking point. No one can know that Logan's a flesh suit. It would be very bad for business. We doubt girls want to know a big guy like you is the one actually doing the fucking."
Rowan dragged a hand down the front of his face. "No one?"
"Not even the girls. They think he's an advanced gigolobot. None of them can know or they may let it slip and then we'll get shitloads of bad press, on the station and back home."
Rowan sighed, "No choice?"
"Not if you want to keep your job. Come on little buddy. I bet you'll love being in the body of a hunk like Logan."
"What…what if I work out? And get, you know, looking as good as he does?"
Electra pushed the hair back over her shoulder and shrugged. "I can say we'll reevaluate when you think you look good enough, but Rowan, don't get your hopes up. All I'm asking is to keep Logan up and running for two years. You'll have a ton of cash at the end."
"I thought you said fifteen months."
"Oh right, I did, didn't I? The units have been ordered and we have the wait times, but you know how these things go."
Rowan picked up the surgical helmet. "This thing looks like it's made of cheap plastic."
"Yeah, I said it was disposable. Put the implant cartridge in the slot and then put it on."
Rowan slipped the palm sized cartridge into the slot on the side of the helmet. It clicked and the helmet lit up."
"What? Do you mean like this?" He placed the helmet on his head. "It's way too big for me. I'll have to adjust it. How do I get it started?"
"I forgot to mention, it's fully automatic."
Airbladders on the inside of the helmet inflated to fit his head and metal straps slipped around his jaw and neck. He could feel something buzzing behind his ear lobe.
"Okay, is it shaving my hair? How do I get this thing off Electra? I don't want to do this now." He started to dig his fingers into the strap in an attempt to pull the helmet off.
"Sorry babe, once you slipped that bad boy on, it's going to finish no matter what."
"Fucking bitch! I knew it. You always do stuff like this to me. Goddamn it! You know I hate needles." He rushed to his cybernetic tool box and pulled out a large wrench. "A couple of taps should disable it." He pulled his arm back to bash himself in the head.
She muttered to herself, "They always try to break it." She sighed and looked at Rowan and called out, "Why not just lie down Rowan? You might get an injury when the general anesthetic takes hold." Electra shook her head and walked out of the hologram scanner's view. "I installed the script you'll use to introduce Logan to the girls into the implant's hard drive. You'll also be hooked to the station's network. You're welcome."
"Anesthetic? Ouch!" Rowan felt a pinch and a euphoric warmth emanated from the base of his skull. "That feels… nice…" He fell forward onto his work table. The room was filled with the sounds of tiny buzz saws.
….
Rowan and Logan stood in front of the cyborg girls in the briefing room while Rowan tried to casually hide the bandage behind his ear by angling his head. Logan stood tall, wearing a white T-shirt and long white shorts. Rowan had taken twenty minutes practicing transferring his consciousness to and from Logan before the meeting. He also practiced controlling himself from Logan. Rowan found himself rambling, not really wanting to take questions so he stopped himself and smiled.
"So Logan is going to be just another worker like you all. I hope you treat him with respect and kindness like you've shown me recently."
Siren stood up and pointed. "For an advanced model, he sure doesn't speak much."
Rowan forced his consciousness into Logan, leaving himself to just act naturally and not speak.
Logan pulled his fingers through his hair and chuckled. "Yeah sorry, I guess I'm a little shy. Sorry about that." His voice sounded smooth and Rowan had to stop himself from being surprised at his new voice. Siren raised an eyebrow and shrugged as she sat back down.
Lora raised her hand sheepishly and asked. "Is this your first gig? Have you worked anywhere else?"
Rowan looked at his status and the running hours of his chassis said he was just started up. "Heh, no. I just, I mean Rowan just booted me up before the meeting. I guess I'm a virgin at this."
This statement seemed to cause the gaggle of girls to stir and whisper to each other.
"Did I say something wrong?"
Carmen popped up out of her seat and walked to him. Logan's heart raced as Rowan's lover approached. She smiled mischievously and said, "They're just arguing about who's going to get first crack at you." She turned to the girls. "But there's no discussion. I'm going to help Logan get adjusted here."
Siren booed and the rest of the girls catcalled and tossed empty coffee cups at her. Siren yelled out, "Come on Carmen, you can't always have first dibs."
"Tell me when you have a lower serial number than mine and then we can talk. Rowan, I'm going to need to borrow a room for a little while, just like we talked about this morning."
Logan wanted to clutch his chest from his stomach twisting in knots. He commanded Rowan to say, "Yes dear, right this way." Logan looked at Rowan's movements and he looked realistic enough, but he seemed to lack a certain spark of more advanced artificial intelligence. As the trio left the briefing room, the girls all catcalled even louder. Logan involuntarily exercised his blushing mechanic for the first time.
They walked down the scenario rooms and Logan secretly commanded Rowan to let them in.
Carmen kissed Rowan on the lips and said, "I see you later Darling. If this runs long, I have leftovers for you to share with Paige and Indigo if she's there. I love you."
Rowan nodded and replied in a flat tone, "I love you too, goodbye." He then walked back to his office and shut the door. Logan noted that his real self sat at his office chair and pretended to do office work. The girls in the ready room poked their heads out of the door as Rowan closed the door.
Carmen tilted her head. "That's odd. Nevermind. Shall we begin?" She grabbed Logan's hand and pulled him into the situation room. It was set in the default configuration with mirrored walls and black floor. A black padded table was in the center of the room and there were racks of various sex toys lining the walls all under a sign marked "SANITIZED". Logan remembered to start the next wash before he headed home.
"So let's have a look at your high speed data port, Logan." Carmen pushed herself close to him and pulled the hair back on the back of his head. She put her thumb firmly in a spot and waited. She frowned and said, "Huh, I guess we're not compatible for direct memory exchange."
"We could share memories?" Logan's eyes widened?
"No, I just said we couldn't, silly." She stood next to the table and pulled off her tube top and shorts, tossing them to the side of the room. Looking back over her exposed shoulder, she said, "Looks like we'll have to do this the old fashioned way."
"Carmen! What are we going to do?"
"I wanted to just quickly run a simulation with you, maybe exchange a few situations that would have helped you with your work with the aliens. I also needed to virtually test how you performed." She sighed. "Because the company wasn't smart enough to make us compatible, I'll have to test you in the real world. Quick, get undressed, let's get it over with."
"Whoa. This is all pretty sudden, don't you think Carmen?"
"Logan, you sure are strange for a gigolobot. Didn't your designers program you to be an expert at this?"
"Well, yes, but…"
She frowned. "I'm losing my patience, Logan. Why are you stalling?" She went to her discarded clothes and started to put them back on again. "I'll tell Rowan to run a level four diagnostic on you, that should find any issues with you. This happens all the time to new models, don't feel bad about it."
"No!" He walked over to her and held her hand. She looked at her hand then up at him. He continued, "There's no need for that."
"Good! Those diagnostics take forever. Rowan and I would be super late getting home."
"You sure do like him."
"He's the love of my life, Logan. Come on, get undressed." She got up on the padded table and spread her legs.
Logan pulled off his shirt slowly and dropped his shorts. Despite the vulgar way Carmen was presenting herself, Logan couldn't help but get erect staring at his lover. He wanted so badly to tell her that it was Rowen who controlled this body.
Carmen looked at his pecker and her mouth dropped open. She shook her head and said, "No, no, no. There's no need to impress me Logan. Can you please turn down the volume on your disco stick?"
"What? Oh, sure." Logan thought of the setting and his cock shrank to the size of Rowan's when it was hard. "How's that?"
She nodded and smiled. "Perfect. Now come over here."
"I, I don't…" He looked around for anything that would delay the inevitable for only a minute. "Hey, why don't we try the antigravity belt."
"Sure, fine, whatever." She hopped down and stood with her hands on her hips. "Well, put it on me."
Logan gulped. "Right." He walked to what looked like a large silver belt and walked behind Carmen and slipped it on. "You smell nice."
Carmen flashed a grin at him. "Thank you Logan."
His hands slid up her sides and he closed his eyes. "I love how soft your skin is."
She made a hum of acknowledgement but no more. He moved his hand to her belt buckle and pressed the on switch. Carmen floated off the ground. She said, "Okay, now you're ready?"
"Um, no not yet. Here, put your hands behind your back." He reached for a pair of manacles.
"Oh, so you're freaky huh? I haven't done this in a while." She put her hands behind her back which made her chest stand out.
Logan restrained her arms behind her back and then went for some soft rope. "And your legs too." She shrugged and bent her legs as she floated and Rowan tied them at the knees to prevent her from extending them. She could still move her legs at the hip joint.
She sighed again. "Can we now get this over with? Please? Time is wasting."
Logan looked at Carmen's vulnerability and a warmth spread across his chest. He forgot who he was. "No, I think I'm going to take my time Carmen. I want my first time with you to be special."
He reached for her neck and brought her in for a kiss but she twisted her face away. "No kissing Logan. That's for Rowan only. The aliens don't kiss like humans either."
Logan, I'm Logan, and Carmen is keeping her kisses for the real me. "You really do love him." Logan tried to keep up a persona of confidence he thought a man as good looking as he was would have. "I'm touched."
He brought Carmen up into the air so her exposed pussy was at eye level. He smiled and said, "Now we can begin."