Rowan toweled off as he stepped out of the brothel's shower and walked down the hall in a white robe and slippers. He waved at the girls in the break room as he passed, but the looks on their faces did not show the usual carefree happiness.
As he approached his office, he started to hear a sound repeat over and over again. It reminded him of a wooden spoon hitting a raw piece of meat. He put his ear to the door and the sound became clearer. Some people were fucking in his office. He dragged his hand over his face.
Rowan was angry enough to forget that he could have switched Logan off by remote control and made him collapse. He scanned his hand to open the door, but just cracked it enough to peer inside.
Through the gap he spied that Carmen was bent over his own office chair with her knees on the seat and her breasts hung over the headrest. The gigolobot had his hands on her hips, digging his fingers into the soft flesh. He was fucking her. Logan's movements were precise, controlled, and mechanical. Each thrust he made was the same as the last. Carmen shook each time his hips slammed against her buttocks. Rowan continued to stare, but his brow furrowed and his hands balled into fists.
"Mmmmph, Logan, what's wrong with you?" Carmen called to Logan, pausing every time he connected with her ass.
"I'm not sure what you mean Carmen." Logan's voice sounded like he was chatting over a cup of coffee.
"You're fucking like a piston engine."
"Thank you Carmen."
"That was an insult Logan!"
"How can I increase your pleasure? I am practiced in all forms of sexual intercourse. Would you like to switch to a different position?"
"No, Logan. Be like you were before. It's like you're not even trying to be human."
"Ah, you're absolutely right. I'm being mechanical and not very sensual. Let me adjust my style." Logan put his foot on the chair and started moving with absurd gyrations and exaggerated heavy breathing. "Oh yeah Carmen! Fuck, so good. Take my cock!"
"Damn it Logan! Now you sound like a two-bit porn actor without the first clue to how to please a woman. Just stop. Get off me."
"Yes, Carmen."
The pink haired cyborg turned around to face Logan. She pulled back her hand and slapped him on the face. Logan raised his hand to his face, but not as quick as a regular person would do.
Carmen's eyes blazed with fire. "You think this is some sort of joke Logan? Hmm? You're mind blowing while we were in the dungeon and now you fuck like I might as well be a flesh light. Where did the passion go? Why can't you be more like…"
Rowan opened the door and strode in saying, "Be like who Carmen?"
Carmen backed herself into the desk knocking over a cup of pens. "Rowan!"
"Hello Rowan." Logan waved with his cock still standing at attention.
"Shut down Logan," Rowan replied. The gigolobot's dick went flaccid and he turned so he could fall into Rowan's chair and go limp. His eyes closed slowly.
Rowan turned to Carmen and tossed her a towel. "Get out. I don't want to see you at the apartment anymore. I'll bring back your things tomorrow morning."
The girl wrapped herself in the towel and took small steps to him. "What Darling? Why can't I come home with you?"
Rowan raised his hand to Carmen, palm out. "Because we're through. I'm not going to ask why you did what you did, I just want you out of my life as much as possible. We'll have to make due with Logan being a cuckold. Maybe I can rig up some scripts that will convince the aliens. Or I can work with the other girls."
"Rowan, Darling, you're not thinking straight. Tell me this is some sort of joke. Logan and I were merely performing work related training."
"I asked for one rule to be followed. If you caught feelings for someone else you would break it off with me, you would talk to me before you cheated. I know you Carmen. I know how you fuck the customers and I know how you make love to me. You're in love with Logan. I hope you two have a wonderful relationship. Please leave." Rowan opened the door.
The cyborg stood there with her head slightly looking down. Her eyes darted left and right, like she was thinking. Then she looked up as if some conclusion had crystalized in her mind. Carmen rushed to him and gripped his wrist. Wincing, Rowan noticed his hand slowly swell and grow dark pink. He tried to rip his hand away, but Carmen didn't budge. He curled his fingers into a claw as he saw her slender fingers press further into his wrist.
"What are you doing, Carmen? That really hurts. I told you to get out."
"Logan's not a regular gigolobot, is he Rowan?" Their eyes met. Rowan saw her eyes shake and her face make odd small twitches.
Rowan tried not to give a tell, "What are you talking about, Carmen? Electra shipped him out here."
"Why is your heart rate going up? Why did you get a cranial implant the day he arrived Darling? I saw the surgical helmet in the trash. Why did Logan make love like a real human and not a cold professional? Why did it always feel like you were locked up in your office when Logan was working? If I go and search for the part number on his nameplate, will he show up as a gigolobot or will he show up as a ROSM?" Her face twisted in rage as she grabbed his other wrist and shoved him against the wall. "I may be a whore Rowan, but I'm not stupid."
"Let go of me Carmen!"
"Admit it!" She slammed him into the wall again.
"Admit what?!"
"That I did not cheat!" She slapped him across the face hard enough to knock him to the ground.
Rowan groggily looked up as Carmen stepped on his chest and pressed. "Rowan, I love you. You are never getting rid of me. Now admit I did nothing wrong, and that this was all a sick loyalty test. I know how many ribs I can break without risking your life, don't test me, darling."
Rowan felt his solar plexus slowly cave in. "Fuck! It hurts!"
"Do you know how much it hurts to have your heart played with Rowan? Do you know the pain of the only man you know and love treating you like you were less than dirt?" Carmen's tears fell from her eyes to splash across Rowan's cheeks.
"I couldn't tell! Electra forced me to keep it a secret! She said the business would be hurt if the customers knew I was controlling it. I was too ugly and fat!" He gasped for air like a fish at the surface of a pond. "Then when we were together as Logan, I felt like a new man. A man that a girl like you deserved. Faaahhhh! But then it felt like you were falling for Logan instead of me. I got jealous. Please Carmen, this really hurts."
"Apologize darling."
"I'm… I'm sorry!"
"Tell me you love me, Darling."
Rowan's face grew beet red as the incredible weight of Carmen's robotic foot crushed the breath out of him.
"I love you Carmen! I loved you the moment I first set eyes on you." He grunted and grabbed her ankle that started to release the pressure on his rib cage. "You don't know how many nights I dreamed of you in my arms. Why do you think I never watched you work?! I couldn't bear it!"
Carmen covered her mouth and stumbled back. "Oh Darling!" Rowan clutched his chest and sucked in air before starting a coughing fit.
The lights in the room turned dark red and Dicia's voice came through the intercom.
"Security alert alpha! Security alert alpha! Nictid and Graxlian ships are currently engaged in combat around the planet of Avior 7. All station personnel and residents are ordered to return to shelters in their assigned sections of the station."
Carmen snapped back to reality and reached down for Rowan. "Darling! Get up! You're not safe here, you have to get to the shelter near our apartment!"
He coughed a few times, with a hand still at his chest. He then called Logan. "Buddy, boot up, it's time to leave." Pulling on his jumpsuit he approached but couldn't look at Carmen when he spoke. "I'm sorry Carmen, we'll have to talk more about this. Let's go."
Carmen grimaced but nodded. The trio walked down the main corridor of the brothel and saw customers running for the exits in various states of undress. Rowan passed by the charging room and saw a terrified Lora hunched over and rocking in place.
"Aw shit." He ran to her and pulled her up. "Lora, I'm going to need you to collapse your charging cot and carry it with you. We're going back to my apartment, it's not safe here right now."
"Oh Rowan, thank you!" She hugged and kissed him, making him wince from the pain in his ribs.
He fished the comlink from his pocket and connected to the brothel's intercom and said, "Girls, we're going to commence evacuation. Grab as many charging cots as you can and make sure you have some clothes. You're all having a sleepover at my place. Be at the front of the brothel in the next five minutes."
A small cheer sounded from the rooms down the hall causing him to shake his head and laugh. He walked to the front and saw a detachment of security androids and drones protecting the entrance.
One of them approached Rowan and spoke in Dicia's voice. "Rowen! Are you okay? You don't look so good."
"I'm fine, I just need to lie down for a rest."
"We'll escort you to the shelter by your home. Let's get going."
"I'm not leaving the girls, they're coming with me."
"But they're just…"
"Dicia, there's more than enough space and food down there. This is non-negotiable. We're all going together."
The android's motions looked far more human than a standard unit's programming would allow. It got in his face and said, "Fine, but you owe me."