A year before, Elena had been a complete bitch to everyone around her, but that was before she signed up for the Living Fuck Doll program.
Ever since then, the implant in her abdomen kept her unconscious, pliant, nourished, and ready to fuck at any time. For the next five years, she’d be little more than a toy. When she woke up, her account would be credited her lease-fee.
“You’re way better as a sex toy than you ever were as a coworker,” Bob, the man who had leased her said. “I think I’ll pass you around the office this year.”
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