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  Just One Touch

  Mandy Rosko

  Dex's new owner is an old enemy...

  In the distant future, engineered humanoids are created in labs and sold for pleasure to high paying clients. Dex, an engineered sex slave with intelligence far superior to the rest of his species, is aware that the possibility of a life outside of servitude is out of his reach.

  Until Melody comes back into his life. The poor little rich daughter of one of his former owners, Melody's lie sent Dex back to the labs for torture and testing until he was deemed safe to be sold again. Now she's back, and she just purchased the rights to him.

  Though she seems to have changed and is determined to make amends, Dex demands proof of her sincerity in exchange for his forgiveness.

  His conditions are simple. Melody must play the part of sexual servant to Dex's every need. In return he will not only forgive her, but perform the rare ability he was engineered with.

  He will bring Melody to the height of pleasure, again and again, through psychic touch.

  Just One Touch

  Published by Mandy Rosko at Smashwords

  Copyright 2012 Mandy Rosko

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  Chapter One

  Spring, 2319

  Melody tore her eyes away from the gyrating, half naked men and women, wearing barely-there thongs over their greased bodies, along the path set up for the buyers to follow inside the airport's rented auction room. A difficult task considering almost every inch was being used up by booths, poles, tables, and cages.

  That last one Melody didn’t particularly like, but it wasn’t any of her business how these handlers dealt with their wares.

  She shrugged it off. To be fair, not many handlers put their stag or doe in cages, and the ones they'd used weren't exactly cramped. Most were even prettified with scarves and pillows for the humanoids to play with and relax on.

  As the doe lounged in her cage, Melody eyed her, pretending to be interested as a buyer instead of someone who also handled stag and doe for a living.

  Stag and doe, humanoids engineered and born in labs, were very popular, and expensive, in the sex industry. Little, if anything, was on their minds, save for the act of sex, when they would get it, who would give it to them, and how many times they could have it. The perfect sex toy, a warm body that wanted nothing better than to please and be pleased, who asked for virtually nothing in return.

  The only reason for conventions like these was that stag and doe couldn't be bought and sold online due to credit fines if they were refunded or returned. In person rentals and purchases only, and cash was the only acceptable currency. or gold.

  The tag on the cage listed the doe inside as Daniella. She was a blond little thing with perky breasts, peaked nipples, half lidded blue eyes, and a round ass that would be good for grabbing. Melody stared at the breasts and ass in particular, but out of envy rather than lust.

  Daniella was currently handling her breasts, squeezing and massaging them as other buyers stopped to look and consider whether or not she would be worth emptying out their entire savings on her.

  She would be expensive. Melody could tell already, and she wanted to walk out of here with a couple of stag anyway, and not a single doe.

  She walked away as the handler negotiated prices with rich college frat boys who'd been openly eyeing the product. There were other young men walking around too. Most in groups of three or four, and judging by their clothes and the open looks of awe and lust on their yaps, they were going to be pooling their money together for a rental, rather than a purchase.

  Melody was not a rich college girl by any stretch of the imagination. She was a little passed that stage, for a start, but she was certainly dressed the part of a patron with deep pockets.

  She looked like she was getting ready to attend a social luncheon with the queen of the United States, what with the way her dress was not too tight, went to just above her knees, and the way she held her tiny beaded purse in both of her hands. The very best anyone else did was wear a professional suit, and that gave them away as handlers in an instant.

  Melody didn't like advertising herself as a fellow handler. It made the other sellers weary of her, less likely to talk, give away any little secrets and upcoming trends they might know about, and otherwise not want to lightly give to the competition.

  “I can fuck you until that dress melts right off.”

  Melody turned her head around. One of the stags, only a little taller than herself, was looking at her with open lust. He was holding one of the strippers poles in both hands, his neck chained to the very top with more than enough wiggle room for him to dance around it.

  Melody cocked her head. “Really?”

  The male licked his lips. He was of a wiry build, but he had a nice sized erection, and was pumping his hips back and forth, mimicking the act he wanted to perform on her.

  His handler, a tiny woman who couldn't have been more than five feet tall with the brightest red hair Melody had ever seen in her life, stepped forward. “He's for rent only, and is very knowledgeable in giving pleasure and prolonging orgasm.”

  Melody smiled, pretending for a minute she wanted to rent the stag. “How big?”

  “Six and half when erect, and four inches for width. He can go for up to four times without losing his stamina as well.”

  Melody's brows shot up, and she nodded, impressed. “I'll look around some more and come back later,” she said.

  “Take your time,” Red said with a smile. “Satisfaction is guaranteed here or your money back.” She handed Melody a brochure before she walked off.

  Melody flicked through it, her spirits lifting. Her sales had been a little weak lately because of the economy, but nothing to cry over. Still, this was amazing research.

  Serving her customers with a smile like Red had done, and giving out real printed brochures by hand instead of sticking them on her website for her clients to download was much more personal, easier to trust.

  And, with research in mind, maybe she really would take home a stag for a night of pleasure. There were always the stags she herself owned back home, but it was never a good idea to sample ones own wares. Handlers, both men and women, had been known to become possessive of their stock after sleeping with them, forgetting they were stags, rather than real people capable of becoming companions. Even Melody's mother had been a victim of that.

  Melody passed another cage, staring with an open mouth at the sight of the male inside, on his back, his breathing heavy as another stag rode at a leisurely pace up and down on his lap.

  Their handler, a much bigger and less than friendly woman than Red, with long brunette hair braided tightly behind her, came up and slapped her hand down on the bars, yelling at them to stop.

  The noise jostled them, but then they went back to their business as though nothing had happened.

  “Stop that!” The handler yelled. “Save it for later!”

  “Why tell them to stop?” Melody asked.

  The handler startled and jerked up, clearly not hav
ing sensed Melody's approach.

  She scratched her head, dislodging several strands of hair from her braid. “That's when you can tell they're damn near worthless,” The handler said. “I've tried introducing them to women, and they stay as soft as jelly. They can only get it up for other stags or men, which limits my clientele by fifty percent.”

  Odd, that was. Stag were known for being able to eagerly perform for whoever purchased for rented them, regardless of whether the client was male or female. The same went for doe. For the two males in this cage to stay soft as jelly, as the handler claimed, was not something Melody had heard of. She was practically standing next to the cage and neither male inside gave her a come hither look, neither so much as acknowledged her either.

  No matter. Clearly this handler didn't know that there were lots of women willing to pay double to watch a show like this up close, without ever needing to touch the males at all. It was especially better if the client rented out a third stag to have sex with while the other two handled each other.

  As it was, it looked as though the bad temper of the handler was scaring away any man or woman who might want to come closer to observe what the two in the cage had to offer.

  “If I can't sell them today, I'm tossin' them. They cost enough to feed while barely earning any money back.”

  Melody's brain was working. The handler was young, looked to be about nineteen or twenty, around the same age as Melody herself when she first got into this business, and she didn't know what she had.

  Melody looked a little closer. She noted the visible ridges of rib bones poking through thin flesh, the dirt under their fingernails, and the way both were at least two days overdue for a shave.

  Maybe their reasons for not being attracted to women weren't so mysterious after all.

  Melody then took stock of how their hands were locked together, fingers intertwined as they moved and kissed. She didn't know stag bothered with such things, whilst not being commanded by clients, that is. It was actually very sweet.

  “Are you married?” Melody asked.

  The handler stopped glaring at her males to look curiously at her, for the first time the snarl of disapproval leaving her face, which was shockingly pretty. “Got a girlfriend at home, why?”

  That explained her disgust for the two inside the cage. “Nothing. How much?”

  The handler's jaw dropped, and then they began to haggle a price.

  Melody would've liked to say she was the type of business woman who always paid a fair price, never haggled, and never underpaid for something she knew was worth a hell of a lot more than it was, but that wasn't how you got ahead in business.

  That, and she didn't like how the other girl spoke so easily of tossin' them. Stag weren't human, but Melody would never throw them out in the streets to starve.

  More so than they already were, at any rate.

  By the end Melody had negotiated in her favour, signed the digital papers transferring ownership, and paid in crisp bills. She wondered how angry this irate handler would be when she eventually found out the worth of the two males she'd mistreated and sold. Hopefully that wouldn't happen until after the the convention ended.

  She walked away from the handler's booth, taking the woman's card, and trying not to stare too hard at the cage as the moaning within became louder and more erratic.

  She stopped at several other booths, inspecting the males for rent, enquiring about prices, size, and stamina. It was also prudent to see bar codes and certificates proving their authenticity.

  It wasn't unheard of for a real man or woman to try and pass themselves off as a stag in order to sell their bodies, and make some easy money.

  The problem with that was that stag and doe were unable to catch or carry sexual diseases, become pregnant, or, in the case of males, cause pregnancy.

  It was always a nasty surprise for a client to become pregnant after renting out what she'd thought was a stag during the week her husband had been away on business.

  But Melody didn't get the vibe that any of the stags here were actually human, and after a time, her confidence began to build that she had not only had the best looking stag with the better stamina, but also the better prices. It was probably why she was able to stay afloat with minimal downsizing during such an economic slump.

  Melody pulled her stylus and minimized tablet from her teeny tiny purse. She stretched the plastic, made her notes, and kept right on going.

  The lights in the hall suddenly dimmed. There was a hush of murmurs, and Melody pulled herself away from the male she'd been inspecting. A power out? Now? Surely the airport wouldn't have been effected by electricity rationing.

  A loud voice rung in her ears and echoed throughout the hall, calling the attention of everyone.

  “Welcome, Ladies and gentlemen, welcome.”

  A spotlight switched on, and dead centre on the main stage stood a leggy woman in the highest of black high heels, fishnet stockings, and a penguin suit jacket, white blouse, and tie. Her boobs barely fit into the costume. Melody crossed her arms over her own, barely there chest.

  The dark haired woman took off her top hat and did a little bow, her hair cut pixy style. “Welcome,” she said again, her blood red lips pulled up in a smile that showed off white teeth. “to the tenth annual escort trade show. My name is Marcy, and I would like to present a gift for all of you, on the chance to make a special bid tonight.”

  Yeah right, Melody thought. This sounded like one of those win a chance for a salesman to come to your house and sell you a two thousand dollar house cleaning android.

  Despite the setup, no one rolled their eyes or chuckled. The crowd all stood stock still as they watched their pretty hostess smile and bat her heavy lashes. They were totally transfixed.

  Okay, maybe Melody was a little curious to see what this special bid would be. She didn't move away either.

  “We have a real treat, one of which we will only begin the bidding at the unbelievably low price of five hundred dollars!”

  The got the crowed going. They began smiling and clapping, and a few even released high pitched whistles and cheers. Melody was probably the only one in the crowd to have her jaw drop. Five hundred? To sell? That was it? Granted, it was only a starting bid, but that was unheard of. To rent for a couple of hours, sure, maybe, but start a bid?

  “Now, now,” Marcy patted the air in front of her, a knowing look on her face as she soothed the crowd, “let me assure you all that this is the real thing. Good quality breeding, size, width, and stamina, and,” she stopped to lick her lips, her cheeks colouring. “Not bad to look at, of course. He will be mostly for the ladies in the room, or for you men who want to add a little adventure in your marriage. Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you all the gorgeous Dex!”

  Marcy clapped her hands together, prompting the crowd to do so as well, and the sound of more than three hundred pairs of hands coming together just about consumed the whole hall.

  Despite that, everything slowed down and became far away to Melody's ears. Her heart literally skipped a beat, and the odd sensation in her chest nearly buckled her knees.

  Dex? Surely this couldn't be the same...

  Two male handlers walked out on the stage. Both of the men held a single chain in their hands, both of which were attached to the leather collar wrapped around the stag's neck. The chains were for show, stag didn't have a history of violence, but with the sheer size of the male who was collared, you almost forgot about that.

  Melody's face and neck grew hot. It was him. It was Dex all right, and, as was normal with stag, he hadn't aged a day since she last saw him thirteen years before.

  He was only three or so years older than she was, but stag and doe tended to look anywhere between the ages of twenty-five and thirty human years by the time they hit fourteen. They were engineered that way to be sold faster. Amazingly, as soon as they finished ageing, they just stopped, and stayed looking the way they did up until forty-five or fifty when the stags fin
ally started to show their ages and lose interest in sex.

  She'd been fifteen when her mother caught them kissing in her room. They hadn't been doing anything else. Dex refused to sleep with her despite Melody's pleas and bargaining, but she'd always been happy to kiss him. Then they were caught.

  Because Melody's mother was the type of handler who had sex with her own stags, her fury and jealousy nearly tore down the walls of their house. In a fit of young, and insecure teen weakness, Melody had lied and said that Dex had come into her room uninvited. Her mother had Dex sold by morning.

  Melody had been crushed when he went away. She'd been hoping to get out of trouble, she hadn't thought for an instant that her mother would sell him.

  Worse still, her mother had snubbed her after, never quite getting over the fact that her daughter had tried to "steal her man."

  Melody's heart fluttered inside her chest like a panicky butterfly trapped in a bottle. Maybe those memories were a little more tender than she thought they were.

  She knew all the tricks used to spruce up a stag for sale. All of Melody's men were tanned, oiled, trimmed and shaved before her cameras could get near them.

  Dex had all of those done to him, but she could instantly see how he didn't need them. He never did. The oil may have highlighted his muscles, of which they were all over the place, and his dark chocolate hair was done up in some strange spiky gel set up that he didn't have when they were younger. Didn't stop her from mentally putting the image away to try on her own stag, though. His ice blue eyes, high cheek bones, and the serious look on his face, he'd always had. Those were not implanted.

  He scanned the crowd with little to no interest as his handlers linked his chains to a short and thick pole, as though he were incapable of unlatching himself.

  Very few stag actually tried to run. The ones that did only ran to the arms of another human promising sex, rather than to freedom. The chains and poles were all for the look of them.