Hey guys! Welcome to my next chapter! Now, with other projects, well, they may take a while. Summer is starting, and I won't have much time to write. Updates in the next few months will be sporadic, at best. Sorry, beloved readers!
Also, one more thing. Along with the song, this was partially inspired by another work called Duality by BuildMeUpButtercup-x. I highly recommend you read it, if you haven't already.
Chapter 2: She Was Fixing Her Face in a Compact
The next morning, Faith decided to have a look around the apartment. She got up silently, making sure Warren was still asleep as she put on her clothes. She padded out of the room and down the hall, strangely drawn to a door. When she touched it, the room felt... warm. It smelled like metal.
"Don't go in there!" A sleepy voice called out as Faith was about to grab the doorknob.
Faith nearly jumped out of her skin. She turned to see Warren's blonde lackey standing at the end of the hallway. He'd changed from the black pants and fuchsia button up shirt from the night before into grey sweatpants and a Star Wars t-shirt.
"Why? What's in there?" Faith asked.
"That's Warren's, err, private office. What were you looking for?" The blonde man said in his fruity voice.
"Where can I take a shower?" Faith asked.
"Oh. The door on the other end of the hall," The young man said.
"Thanks," Faith said, walking down the hall and past the young man.
"No problem," He said as she entered the bathroom.
Faith stripped back down and jumped in the large shower, trying to clean her body of Warren's scent. The night had been fun, sure, but she wanted to wash it all away. Wash away the bruises and shallow cuts.
After her shower, she put her clothes back on. Making sure her damp hair looked okay, she made her way out to the main room. She was about to leave the apartment when Andrew called out to her from the kitchen part of the room.
"What?" Faith said, turning to him. "I'm not gonna sleep with you, if that's what you want,"
"That's not what I," the blonde lackey said as his cheeks flushed. "I just wanted to ask if you wanted some breakfast. I'm making pancakes, and they'll be done in a few,"
Faith bit her lip in consideration. Chance to get to know more about her target? Why not?
"You know what? Make me some," She said, walking up and sitting at the kitchen island.
"Cool," The blonde said. "Hey, Faith, was it?" Faith nodded, and he continued. "Why are you up so early? I mean, I heard you guys going at it, like, all night,"
"What can I say? Never been a late sleeper," Faith shrugged.
"You're missing out on, like, the greatest morning sex ever, though," He chuckled, getting Faith a glass of water.
"Dude. How fruity can you get?" Faith laughed. "That shirt from last night, the drink, that comment,"
"Sh-shut up!" The young man whined, turning his back to her and flipping the pancakes.
"Wait, are you actually gay for him, Fruit Boy?" Faith asked.
"The name's Andrew," the blonde grumbled, getting a plate from the counter.
"Okay. Fine. Andrew. You still didn't answer the question,"
"I'm not-" Andrew said, stopping himself mid sentence. In truth, he was. Completely. And Warren?
"Whatevs. How are those pancakes doing?" Faith asked, changing the subject, sensing how awkward she'd made it for him.
"They are," Andrew flipped a pancake onto the plate and set it in front of her, along with some silverware. "Done."
"Awesome," Faith said, taking some syrup from the middle of the counter and drowning the pancakes in it. She took a large bite, and instantly moaned with pleasure. So. Fucking. Good.
"I take it you like them, then," Andrew said, fixing his own plate and standing opposite her.
"These are amazing! Where did you learn to cook?" Faith asked.
"Too much Food Network," Andrew smirked.
A questions burned in the back of Faith's mind. Well, not a question, exactly. A rumor. She'd heard that Warren built robot people for those who asked.
"Hey Andy," Faith asked. "Is it true you guys build... robots?"
"Who... told you?" Andrew asked, setting his fork down.
"A little bird," Faith smirked. "What would it take to get one for myself?"
"I mean, Warren handles that stuff, so you'd have to ask him," Andrew said.
"What about me?" Warren's voice asked as he walked in. He'd just woken up, and his bedhead showed that.
"The robot thing," Andrew said. "I made pancakes for the lady of the night. There's some left, I mean, if you want,"
"You told her about that?" Warren said, glancing at Faith worriedly.
To be honest, Faith was the best fuck he'd had in a long time, possibly ever. And when she took control, well, it was the first time he truly enjoyed himself in that situation.
"Don't worry. I'm willing to buy one. I asked," Faith shrugged.
"Oh," Warren said. "What kind of robot? Bodyguard, chore, sex?"
"How about sex?" Faith said suggestively, standing up.
"Right. And which dude do you want this modeled after, or do you want a generic one?" Warren asked.
"What kind of ladies you got?" Faith smirked.
"Oh. Oh, umm, so you swing that way as well?" Warren asked. Honestly, Faith couldn't get any hotter after that realization.
"Hell yeah," Faith laughed.
"Anyway, any specific models you want, or should I show you what we have in stock?"
"Show me your stock,"
"Okay. But just so you know, you can't tell anyone what I'm about to show you, okay?"
"You bet,"
Warren took Faith by the wrist and took her down the hall, stopping at the door she'd been attracted to before.
They opened the door, and surrounding them were robots. Lots and lots of robots. Faith looked around until she saw one that stuck out to her.
Blonde hair. Petite yet curvy body. Full lips. Buffy.
This version of Buffy, however, wore a sexy one piece with fishnet tights and a bunny ear headband. A playboy Buffy.
"Give me that blonde," Faith said, smirking.
"Ah, her. I should note that her basic programming also includes combat, so she makes a great sparring partner," Warren said.
"Cool,"
"Oh yeah, umm, one more thing. Right now, she's programmed to please guys. All of these girls are. Umm, I don't get any lesbian clients. It'll take about a week or so to reprogram her to fit your, umm, anatomy,"
"Should I give you my number so you can call when she's ready?" Faith asked.
"I'll have you fill out the order form in a second. One last question, though. What do you want her to respond to, name wise?"
"Hmm," Faith said, looking at the Buffy replica. "How about... Bunny,"