The cansent forms were signed. Everything was ready. I loosened my tie, in the hopes it would help the butterflies raging in my stomach.
My knees were weak with anticipation. My palms were sweaty as I grasped the spray bottle in my right hand; the camera shaking in my left.
I entered the room, and there she was….Dark Chocolate.
She glistened in the evening light shining through the simulated kitchen room.
The lingerie that caressed her taught aluminium frame fluttered as she spun in the air, suspended by nothing but my need for her.
I swallowed nervously, my mouth dry as my gaze traced over her polished rim.
Finally, she spoke. “Oh, hello dear, you look so thirsty. Would you like a drink?”
Those words. Those simple words. All hope at a chance to speak was gone. I nodded mutely to my sweet confectionery goddess.
I held up the squirt bottle and spritzed her. Droplets like virginal dew slid across her perfect aluminium sides, dripping moist trails down her perfect form.
“Oh!” She gasped breathlessly. A flesh spread across my face. My heart raced, straining against my chest. I wanted her.
My left hand sprang to life, the camera poised for the photo op. The shize corporation wouldn’t let me keep the photos, but the mere thought of her beauty being preserved for ever was enough for me to be satisfied. I would do anything for my aluminum goddess.
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