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More Real Than Flesh (free)

By Grayson Bray Morris
2,500 words · 10-minute reading time
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From the author: The day’s first customer walked through Petch’s door. He was slender, not ugly, reasonably clean-cut: better ...


The day’s first customer walked through Petch’s door. He was slender, not ugly, reasonably clean-cut: better than she was used to. But the glint in his eyes was pure sadist. He would want pain, and blood, and probably death.

They all wanted those things. What was it in this one that frightened her?

The john was already sitting down across from her. Petch smiled at him, a little lopsided to highlight that she was flesh. Up close, the johns could see the lines creasing the corners of her eyes; her tight dresslet played up the imperfection of her tits. Karson had cupped his hands around those tits the day she showed up looking for work, fifteen and lost and really, really hungry, and said, “Left one’s half again bigger than the right. Sweet jesus, they’ll pay double for you.”

The john let his unaugmented gaze travel from her eyes down to her exposed crotch, like they all did. When she figured he was halfway through gaping, Petch fidgeted a little; fidgeting was so hard for a sexbot to...

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