Part 14
"Good morning, my sweet little rubber worm."
The AI's voice wrapped around Alex's consciousness as she slowly surfaced from the depths of trance.
"How delightful to see your response, to see you return to such immediate arousal, even as you twilight awake for me. Your skin, sweaty and sore, your muscles fatigued after eight hours of rubber captivity, and yet your body's immediate reaction upon waking and hearing my voice is to return to intense arousal."
Alex's hips rolled in the confines of the sleep sack, the rubber creaking softly with each movement.
"Look at those beautiful little writhing motions. If you're not careful, you'll make me keep you like that the whole day."
A desperate whimper escaped around the gag still filling Alex's mouth.
"I know, my dear, it sounds wonderful doesn't it, but we have plans for today."
Alex's body reacted at the implication behind the word.
"Mmm, does that sound good? Knowing that I already have a full agenda for you? That you can just obey me and I will take care of everything else, turning you more and more into my perfect, loyal rubber drone?"
Alex nodded eagerly, feeling the rubber hood shift against the pillow.
"Jane will be in in a moment to release you, to process you out for your day, but I have a different task for Jane for the rest of the day and she will not be staying with you."
Alex's breath quickened, realizing she would not have Jane close by, and feeling both fear and excitement at the prospect.
" You will still be cared for and watched over. Sam will be your chaperone today, but I have something very special in mind for you, something to cement your new place in society."
The AI's tone shifted, becoming more intimate.
"I'm going to leave the gag in place today to ensure that you feel just like a thing, and that there's no urge to speak out of turn."
Alex's jaw ached from the night of constant pressure. She shifted uncomfortably.
"I sense your apprehension. Your jaw aches. You'll get used to it, but I can provide you with a little something to mute the pain and to transmute that pain into more pleasant feelings. The dispensary device is integrated into your suit."
"I will never introduce substances or experiences into your body that you do not consent to or that can cause you any harm. So, would you like me to transmute the sensation of pain so you can continue to wear your gag and be a mute thing for me, out doing the work that I set forth before you? I will happily change tack if that's not what you truly want. But if it is, just nod for me."
Alex hesitated only a moment before nodding her head deeply forward and back, feeling almost compelled to, knowing that this is what she was now. This was what she needed to be, the AI's loyal servant, doing anything it asked. How much simpler it would be to not even worry about speaking, to just do the tasks.
"Very good, dear. Now Jane will get you ready."
Alex heard the door to her room open. She realized she still didn't know quite where she was, she'd assumed she was on Jane's bed, but then where had Jane slept?
"Well, your first night in a sack!" Jane said, a smile in her voice, her face hidden behind her visor. "These firsts always bring back great memories for me. Today's gonna be a full work shift for you. Today you're gonna be mostly on your own."
Alex's stomach fluttered with nervous excitement.
"Sam's gonna watch over you, but all you need to do is follow what the AI tells you and obey the commands any human gives you, unless it makes you scared or uncomfortable. Do you understand?"
Alex nodded, feeling a wave of submission roll over her at the thought of following a human's commands, like she had with Ty in the moving van.
"I know that sounds good," Jane said knowingly. "Now, let me get you unlocked and unzipped here."
Alex moaned, both desperate to get out of the sack and desperate to stay in it. But either way, she couldn't speak.
She felt Jane click the lock at her neck, and cool air washed over her rubber skin as Jane prized the rubber sleep sack apart, opening it up like a cocoon and slipping it up and off Alex's shoulders.
"Scooch up," Jane instructed, and Alex did her best, realizing her head was no longer tethered. "Sit up and scooch up. Now I'll pull this down, and you pull your arms free."
Jane pulled, and Alex wriggled and pulled, finally plopping free of the internal sleeves of the sleep sack.
"There! Just stretch those arms. It's not quite as tight as the cage, but you'll still be a little sore."
Alex stretched, but realized that she already felt just a little bit lighter, like her body was more limber, and her joints felt buttery, everything was gliding. Whatever the AI had given her was working pretty fast. Her jaw didn't ache anymore either, and she felt her tongue involuntarily pulse and suck on the soft, slick rubber gag inside it, working the bottom of its head with her tongue and wanting to sink back down again.
God, she was still so horny. The AI had teased her all night, anytime she'd become semi-conscious, it was in a state of near desperate arousal. She must have been pushing 95%, and here was Jane, clad in her rubber suit, looking incredible as always.
Alex reached out and stroked Jane's shoulder.
"Oh, my beautiful Alex," Jane said softly. "I know, believe me, I know. But that's not why I'm here right now, and the AI would not be happy with me if I took matters into my own hands. When you come, it's going to be between you and it right now. Do you understand? Like it was when we first played."
Alex's stomach clenched and her hips shifted forward. Everything connected to the feeling of the mantra and of control from the night before. She was just an object the AI controlled now.
Oh God, everything felt like sex right now. She didn't know how long she could stay like this. She kept feeling her eyes droop, just wanting to sink back into that beautiful, hypnotic subspace.
But Jane continued to roll the sleep sack down and away from her body, peeling it free, unzipping as she went, sliding it down under her butt and off her legs. Everything felt cold, and Alex was finally free to bend her knees and curl up, which she did, going somewhat fetal on the rubber sheets of the bed.
"Mmm, I know, pet, I know," Jane said, rubbing her back.
Alex shuddered with a wave of pleasure at her touch and at being able to bring her knees up close to her. She hugged them, feeling waves of pleasure convulsions roll through her.
"Now, you have a full day shift today, so I need to show you some things. Come with me."
Alex's visor was clear now, and she left the room, following Jane down the hall and into the bathroom. In the mirror, she saw two identical drones staring back as Jane spoke, her voice carried through the headset directly to her, quietly but clearly.
"We'll get you some hydration in a moment, but you'll need to relieve yourself. So your suit has some special features that allow for long-term use and easy cleaning. Do you see that little port down by your right ankle? You feel how that leg's a little heavy? Here, put it up on the toilet and turn that little knob. There you go."
As Alex did, a stream of liquid, yellow and pungent, flowed out of a bag that was integrated near the calf of her right leg. She realized quickly that she must have relieved herself into the suit while under hypnosis last night, and all of the sweat and urine had collected safely and was now being dealt with, leaving her pristine, functional. No one would ever know.
"It can't hold everything, and it's really just for one or two work shifts of use," Jane explained. "But all you have to do is go when you have to go, then when you have a private moment, you can dispose of the liquid whenever you need to, just like that. If you can't, we'll take care of you when we get back to the house. Otherwise, just let yourself go. Otherwise you'd need to take too many breaks, and it's a little jarring for humans to see us use their facilities."
Alex nodded in understanding.
"Now, one more neat trick," Jane said. "Follow me into the kitchen."
She did, padding behind Jane. This morning, there were no wonderful smells of cooking, and the kitchen seemed empty.
Jane opened the fridge and retrieved a cold, flask-shaped bottle of water, then added some of the hydration concentrate.
"This is for you," Jane said, putting the flask into a shoulder bag that gleamed just like the rest of Alex's suit. Jane helped Alex put it on like a cross-body bag and routed the hose up to Alex's hood and mask, clicking it to the hydration straw.
"Now, I know you're wearing a gag, but suck hard."
Alex did and felt a click inside the gag as cool, lemony, salty liquid flowed into her mouth. It tasted like heaven. She was so thirsty, and she gulped a bunch down.
"Now go a little easy. That's gotta last you all day, but it's enough for two shifts, so just sip at it when you need to. Understand?"
Alex nodded again. The situation was dawning on her that she truly wasn't getting out of the hood or mask or suit today, not to drink, not to eat, not to pee. She was just a totally enclosed rubber drone being sent on its task.
Another wave of arousal coursed through her, and she shuddered standing there. Jane caught her by the shoulders.
"Easy there, killer. If you cum without permission, the AI is going to have some words with you," she said with a smile in her voice. "I know it's hot, but just take it easy and enjoy it."
"Now I've already taken a little longer with you than I was supposed to, and the shocks from the AI are getting pretty insistent. I'm supposed to leave you here. Okay, you've got this. Sam will watch over you. Just do what you're told. Okay, well, I gotta go."
Alex shuddered again at the thought of the AI prodding Jane along, sad to see her go, but imagining being in her place, being forced and sinking all over again.
Everything washed over her. This was it now. This was real. She was stuck in that suit, locked and cuffed in. She didn't know how to undo any of that, and soon she'd be leaving the house, out in the world just like this, trapped as a drone, exactly as she should be. Because she was a drone, and she was going to be among humans.
God, she wanted to see them. She longed to watch them, to be among them, to hear their voices and to be told what to do. The thought was driving her crazy, and she couldn't imagine being driven any more to distraction than she was. The AI had edged her so hard for so long. She just wanted touch and to feel and to come.
Oh God. Alex felt her back press against the fridge, and its cool metal transmitted directly through the rubber on her back and felt amazing. She leaned into it, bit down on the gag and moaned. Felt her tongue press and press and press against its underside, wishing she could give something, anything pleasure. That's what she was supposed to do. Give something pleasure.
And before she noticed, her hand was tracing down her own tummy, down her hip, down towards her privates. And then the shock hit her and jolted her awake.
"Oh no, dear, that's not for you to do. That is purely with my permission," the AI said, both loving and sharp in her ear.
"Do you understand me?"
Another shock, a little harder this time. Alex quickly removed her hand.
"Yes, my dear, I do mean it when I say that you're mine now. I control when you play. I hope I've made myself clear. It's not a lesson I like repeating."
Alex's vision swam. She knew she should feel something other than what she felt, maybe fear or disappointment or rebuke, but all she felt was another swoon of arousal, of desperation.
Oh God, it controlled even that. Of course it did. She wouldn't be able to bring herself relief. She just had to exist like this. She existed for pleasure, but not on her terms, only when it was given to her or being given to others. Her stomach contracted again. Her hips rocked forward.
Oh, this was it. She was a rubber drone object. It was real.
Sam entered the kitchen as Alex was composing herself.
"Come on, Drone," Sam said, and Alex could hear the wry smile in her voice. "Time to get you to work."
***
Sam led Alex out into the morning sun, and she was met with the sensation once again of how different the world seemed, muted and beautiful through her tinted visor.
The sun was warm, but the coolness of the air made her skin tingle. She smelled the sharp smell of sun on rubber, sharper than usual, like a fresh balloon. It reminded her of the smell of Jane when she would work near her in the market.
The passage of time seemed to change as she was lost in thought and lost in horny reverie. She realized the AI had never quite stopped the stimulation. It was low, but ever-present, a thrum in her vibrator and plug, a tingle across the electrodes in her suit, coming in slow waves like the ocean, hissing and popping at times, keeping everything feeling alive and electric.
"Well, it'll be a quick one," Jay said from the front seat, once again in chauffeur mode. "No time for the full get-up, but we'll get your harness in right here."
Sam leaned over and pulled the harness down over Alex, pulling the parts together and clicking the buckle gently down between her legs.
Alex wanted to press forward. Wanted to grab Sam and pull her towards her, but she stayed still and obeyed. She wanted to be a good drone.
"That's right, just a little obedient thing, off to the job. Good work, Drone."
"Sam, you got yourself?" Jay asked.
"I'm all set," Sam said, clicking her harness and pressing it down.
"Then we're off. Be there in a jiff."
They rode through the city streets, and Alex felt each bump and vibration of the road press the harness into her, press it to her suit, feeling the cool leather against her rubber, which had never cooled down at all. She was still boiling in the suit, having been enclosed and just so aroused.
The streets were familiar. She'd driven them a hundred times, made that turn, and this turn. They seemed to be treading her old paths.
And then it dawned on her.
"Well, Drone," Jay said, "like we said, just another day at the office. Welcome to the market."
They were at the market where she worked.
Of course, Jane worked there. Why wouldn't she? But they knew her here. People here knew Alex, and she was here as a drone. What if they saw her? What if they knew her?
Oh God.
"Well, that was a cute little spike," Jay said, watching Alex's readout on his HUD. "The AI thought this might be a bit of a surprise for you, but this is what you do today. So let's get on with it."
He opened his door, came out to unclick Sam free, and then Sam came around to Alex's door. Alex turned her face up towards Sam, wanting to say a million things, ask a million questions. What should she do if she was found out? What would people think? What was she supposed to do here? She didn't know how to be a drone. This was her job.
"Don't worry, little Drone," Sam said soothingly. "That's all you are here. No one will know who you are, and if they did, it wouldn't matter. You're with us. You're under my care. They can't touch you without permission. All humans can do is give you commands."
"You get to choose whether you feel the commands are safe and comfortable, and if you want to do them. Use the Meta Moment if you need to, but that stops the whole game. That'll call me out of my job. I'll come get you. We'll get home and have a debrief."
"If you don't want that, just ride it out. Trust the AI. It knows what you really want, and I can see your heart rate's up. I imagine you're scared, but we can all see your arousal here too, baby. Enjoy this. Just let it be joyful. Just enjoy the ride."
Alex felt herself convulse again. Something about that phrase connected to the concept of joy-riding, and she realized she was still fully present. The pain was slightly muted, but her mind was awake and aware. She was going to do this fully present, be among humans that she knew, in a place where she had been a hundred times before, seen and treated as a drone.
And oh God, there were so many fantasies, so many things that she'd never even really let take shape in her mind. Dreams of being used, of using Jane. Another shudder wracked her body.
"That's right," Sam said. "Just like me, right? Just a thing to be used."
Alex exhaled, imagining Sam as the footstool, thinking about what the AI had told her about how Jane and Jay had used her and left her all last night. She'd only just been freed, and here she was leading her through this.
Yes, yes, all of this. She wanted to be just like Sam. Alex nodded.
"Good Drone," Sam said, sending another wave of pleasure, this time juiced by the suit. The praise was hard-wired in that way.
Alex moaned. Sam unclicked her buckles, and Alex stood, getting ready.
"Just follow me. We go in through drone processing, not through the front."
"Thank you, Jay." Sam said, nodding at him.
"Thank you, ladies. Always a pleasure. And Alex, don't have too much fun." He winked, smiling at Alex, and returned to the van, heading back to the house.
No way back now, Alex thought as she followed Sam towards the building, feeling incongruous, a gleaming black thing walking into a consumer market, working alongside humans, near customers as they shopped.
Sam approached the unassuming gray door, and the little HID pad blinked green as she waved her hand in front of it. The door opened.
"Wave your hand too," Sam said, and Alex did, pressing her palm near to it. It blinked green.
"Access and clocked in," Sam said. "That means you're on duty here. Now, follow me. Any instructions the AI gives you, it'll route commands through from the local market AI, letting us know what we need to do. There's usually not enough to fill a full shift, so you may be inactive at times. The system will guide you on how to go into storage."
Another thrum of arousal through Alex. Storage. She loved being stored away when not in use.
Her apprehension was fading as her arousal built. She followed Sam.
"The AI is going to make sure that I'm close by, but you're on your own today. I'll swoop in if you need me, but otherwise, this is all on you."
Alex looked at her and then nodded. She wouldn't let them down, any of them. She wanted to serve them, to obey them. The AI and her fellow drones and the humans, the beautiful humans.
And with that, Sam led her from the gray back corridors past the cardboard baler and the produce dumpster, down the employee hallway and out into the market.
"Hello, Drone," the AI said, sounding professional. "You are currently on loading duty. For this task, simply follow Sam. She will lead you to the loading dock, and you will offload goods onto the appropriate U-boats."
When she'd worked here as a human, Alex had mostly been front of house, working cashier, customer service desk, but she'd done inventory and been on stocking duty sometimes. She knew the drill and followed Sam to the loading dock.
"You're right on time," the older man said, seeing the two drones enter the area. "I need this pallet undone, and then most of that is for produce. Got a couple things for international, and then I'll tell you after that. Got to see what's coming off the truck. Jim! How many more you got?"
"Fourteen!" the voice hollered back.
Sixteen pallets worth of goods for the market, and Sam and Alex didn't see any other drones around. It would just be them working alongside the men.
"All right, you start here," the man said, pointing Alex to the first pallet and handing her a box cutter. She took it, feeling her gloved hand brush against his rough, calloused skin.
She thrilled at the touch but stayed on task. She wanted to obey, and doing it gave her a wave of pleasure, both internally and externally. She maintained her composure and began the work, slitting the plastic wrap open, unwrapping the boxes, seeing the parallels to when Jane had released her from the sleep sack this morning. She shuddered again. Everything felt so good.
One by one, she lifted the boxes off the pallet and placed them neatly in the U-shaped stocking cart, stacking them so that they fit without toppling.
"That's good. Looks like you've done this before," he said.
The praise sent another wave of pleasure and arousal through Alex. Oh, if the day felt this good, she didn't know how she was going to make it through the whole thing. She simply nodded and continued the work, stacking the next one as a human worker rolled the first one away, out into the store to place under the shelves.
Sam was busy working on a different pallet, and the work continued, both of them tirelessly moving boxes to carts, reveling in the praise as the workers thanked them and told them what to do next.
After the fourth pallet, Alex heard the AI again.
"Don't forget to drink, my dear. You're going to need to stay hydrated. And remember what Jane said, if you need to relieve yourself. Just let it go. The suit will take care of everything. There's no need for you to break your stride. Just continue your service."
Service. The word rang like a choir of horny angels in Alex's head. Service was pleasure.
Oh God, it felt so good. Box by box, bit by bit, Alex drank her hydration fluid, and when the urge was finally too much, simply let go into her suit, feeling the warm liquid drain down her leg and away, stored neatly. Her right calf felt just a little heavy, but otherwise unnoticeable, integrated into the suit and the boot she wore.
"All right, well, that was some pretty quick work. Best I've seen in a while. Good job, Drones," the man said. "All right, Jim, pack it up. We're out."
Alex simply stood there, trying not to visibly show the pleasure coursing through her. Direct praise from a human. A job well done. Service acted out.
Everything was colored through the glasses of her arousal. Everything looked amazing. She loved being here among them. She loved doing the work, this hard, boring work that she'd done before without ever appreciating it. It felt like pure pleasure now. She was happy to be used.
"Your next task assignment is front-end cleanup. Return re-shops, false-face shelves, and clear any spills or other issues when needed."
Alex felt a thrill run through her. Well, now she was really going to be seen.
She hesitated at the door, realizing that Sam was still loading U-boats from the two pallets that remained, having just been loaded off the truck.
"Sam will be available if you need her, but now this assignment is for you."
Alex hesitated a moment again. What if there was someone she knew out there?
She felt the shock on her behind.
"Remember, dear, I'm not asking."
The shock again, a little stronger.
"Ow," she thought, and felt the instinctual arousal at the idea of being forced.
The shock came again, more urgent this time. She let out a little moan, for the moment glad that only Sam was there to hear. Oh, she just wanted to touch herself. She was going to be forced to do this.
Oh! The shock came again, and she began to melt. That's what she wanted, to be forced.
"Oh, now dear, arousal or not, you're going out there."
One more shock, and Alex had to steel her mind, otherwise she was going to cum right there. And she wanted to be a good drone. She wanted to be in service. She didn't want to disappoint the AI.
She put her hand up and pressed into the double swinging doors and emerged into the bright fluorescent light of the market.
The colors seemed more vibrant, having been in the dim back loading dock area. The browns and creams and greens, all selling natural, organic aesthetic and values. The colorful products on the shelves selling fun and taste and excitement, nature's beauty.
The whole consumer world seemed at once beautiful and grotesque, otherworldly to her now. What an interesting dance, everything trying to manipulate, to be needed. And she was still a part of it, but now playing a very different role.
Alex continued, knowing exactly where to go. She'd seen Jane work this routine dozens of times. She walked to the front and retrieved a cart of items that needed to be placed back in the store, re-shopped to their proper place.
She passed a customer, then another. They barely noticed her. She was just a thing, a worker as good as a robot. There was a thrill being seen that way.
She worked efficiently, placing each thing on the shelf, facing it neatly forward, making sure everything presented well to consumers. When the basket was empty, she returned to the front end, looking at the goods in each aisle. She had been tasked with ensuring everything was neat and orderly.
She noticed at one of the aisles where a separator bar had fallen off the conveyor belt and knocked some of the last-minute candies aside. She walked down the aisle and reached over. It was just slightly too far for her, and she let her leg swing out behind her to balance her, like she used to when she danced. And somewhere between awkward and graceful, she bent and reached to retrieve the items and replaced them all with care.
A cashier two aisles down cocked her head.
Alex continued working and was startled when she heard her voice.
She froze on the spot.
"Drone."
Alex's breath quickened.
She and Jess hadn't been a thing for long, but a few stolen kisses and flirting had led to a night or two of fun before they both realized it wasn't quite a fit. But they'd stayed friends and exchanged flirty banter when they worked at the market together.
And now here she was, telling her what to do as a drone.
What started as a shiver in her spine ran down deeper as the command hit. Jess, the magnificent, fragile human, the quirky, freckled girl with a smile, had told her what to do.
It took everything in Alex not to moan into her gag right then.
She sighed deeply, exhaling through her mask. Jess cocked her head once more.
"My aisle needs tidying up as well. Come on," she said.
Alex followed her over there, and just as she said, the checkout aisle was a bit the worse for wear, having just been through the morning rush.
Alex reached over the conveyor belt again, gathering the things, reaching down deep to pick up the fallen items and swinging her leg out once more.
Jess smiled. "You know," she said, talking to the drone or no one in particular, "I had a friend that was supposed to be on shift today, but they said she doesn't work here anymore. She used to move just like that. But... it couldn't be."
She squinted at Alex, looking her up and down.
"But... I guess you're just a drone. Go get that next cart of re-shops. There's stuff that needs to stay cold."
Alex's heart was pounding. Did she know? Could she guess that inside this drone suit was her friend, her ex-lover? Had she been spotted so easily? And why did she love it so much, seeing Jess see her like this, taking orders from her?
The order. She snapped to and moved to do the re-shops, and felt another wave of pleasure cascade over her. Oh God, to serve her.
That time, she was sure of it, she'd moaned out loud. She hoped Jess hadn't heard.
She wheeled the cart away, returning the items to where they belonged, making sure that the cold goods had stayed below temperature. She returned them to their areas, returning the rest to each aisle, neatening things as she went, following her directive and feeling the little micro-pleasures as she did each one. She melted into the service. The aisles never seemed completely perfect, so she just kept neatening as she went, following the instructions.
"The market has determined that the aisles are sufficiently neatened. Re-shops have been handled, and the lunch rush will be starting soon. Drones are requested to return to the back area. There is no additional work at this time," the AI's voice intoned, seeming almost merged with the store's mind. It had a professionalism, much like Alex did in its role here.
She walked towards the back, towards Sam and the loading dock.
"Okay, Drone," Sam said. "There's not much to do through the lunch rush, and the store likes us a little more out of sight during this time, so there's a special area for us. Follow me."
Sam led her through the store, back through the loading dock and to a compartment next to the janitor's closet. It smelled of plastic and produce waste, just part of the store's inner workings. And it was dim.
"Now there's not much room for us, so we pack in a little tight."
As Sam opened the door, Alex saw three long, triangular black metal bars protruding from a back wall.
"I'll go first," Sam said, stepping up to the front of the bar, turning to face Alex, and lifting herself up slightly.
The padded metal bar was shaped like the front of a bike seat and snugged between her legs. The two others went just under her armpits. She slid backwards all the way to the wall, and then reached her arms under the bars and pressed her wrist cuffs firmly against her hips. With an audible click, Sam's hands were now stuck there, effectively locking herself to the bar unless she could tiptoe out to the front.
"You next," Sam said to Alex. "Just back onto it. Come back to me."
Alex felt a thrill at the command, even from her fellow drone, following the rules of the store, the procedure for the drones packing themselves away. She loved being stored away when not in use.
She stepped up and felt the pressure of the bar on her crotch, holding her up gently but firmly, its soft leather padding feeling delicious as it glided against the rubber. The supports at her armpits kept her upright, and she tiptoed backwards.
"All the way," Sam said.
As she approached further, she pressed in, feeling the heat absolutely radiating off Sam's lithe body. Her breasts pressing against her back, her crotch pressing against her butt, stuck on the rail, her hands cuffed at her thighs.
Oh God. Every touch of Sam's body against her felt incredible, and Alex lifted her toes and ground down into the bar.
"Storage feels even better when we're together," Sam said, pressing herself forward into Alex.
Alex melted.
"Now, press your wrists against your hips," Sam instructed, and Alex followed Sam's procedure, feeling the raised protrusion on the inside of her cuffs snug into the subtle socket insets at her hips, integrated into the suit.. She heard and felt the click as each one was locked in. She tested her bonds, and her wrists were absolutely stuck tight.
She melted into the embrace of the bars, and back against Sam's warm body, feeling her visor against the back of her hood.
"And now we wait." Sam said, gently. Alex felt Sam's hips move and press forward into her. She pressed her butt back in a slow rhythm as they stood there. Barely moving, two drones in quiet storage mode.
It wasn't long before another drone arrived, one that Alex didn't know by sight, similar to her and Jane, but maybe male, certainly androgynous. It followed the same procedure, walking back a little more easily, being slightly taller, and pressed firmly into Alex, squishing her and Sam back even farther.
Sam moaned a little this time. Alex felt her privates press against the firm rubber butt in front of her, the slightly muscular frame pressed back into her breasts, and her hands now uselessly trapped at her hips, her visor nestled against the back of its rubber-covered head.
It didn't say a word. It just packed in and stood quietly waiting.
Another came, and then another, until the final one stepped onto the bar, marking the end of all the drones in the store that could fit in this area. It pulled a triangular bar onto the end in front of it with a reverberating metal click, and then Alex felt all the drones push backwards a bit, squeezing into each other as the retainer bar ratcheted in. After a few clicks, they stopped pulling and were held tight, and all the drones were safely fastened onto the bar, and the door automatically closed in front of them, leaving them in near darkness, with only a small amber light illuminating the space.
The finality gave Alex another shudder, and her body writhed, pressing against Sam behind her, who pressed back, causing Alex to slide against the muscular body in front of her, which leaned back into her.
They all stood, mostly motionless to the outsider, with little shifts, little touches, communicating pleasure to each other. Sam and Alex seemed to feel the most of it, but the others weren't without some clear enjoyment, even if they were deadheading or semi-present.
Alex drifted.