Programmed to Please

Programmed To Please, by Jenna Ives

Chapter One

 “Turner, I’m sending you undercover as a Beautiful Dolls sex robot.”

          Jai Turner stared at her boss, Commander Talis Rainey, convinced she couldn’t possibly have heard him right. She and her partner, Leith Wyatt, had been called into his office at the end of their duty shift. It had been a long day, as they all were on Tau Cetus in this post-apocalyptic era, and she was in no mood for a joke.

​          “Sir?” Jai noticed that even Leith, who was standing beside her, had raised his eyebrow in question.

​          For an answer, Rainey leaned forward in his chair and pushed a button on the console on his desk. “Send in Mr. Carron.”

​          A minute later, a short man stood in the doorway. His eyes darted nervously as he checked out the Spartan office before taking an apparently reluctant step into the room. He was such a stereotype that Jai felt herself stiffen. Thick glasses… hair askew… frankly, all he needed was a lab coat with a pocket protector to complete the picture. Savant. Adept. Carbon-copier.

​          Maybe her boss hadn’t been making a joke.

​          Rainey cleared his throat. “This is Anson Carron. The creator of Beautiful Dolls.”

​          If the abrupt and impersonal introduction annoyed their guest, he didn’t show it. His eyes had locked on Jai, and were scanning her up and down in a way that felt decidedly intimate despite the generic, navy blue one-piece uniform that she and everyone else on the Tau Cetus force wore.

​          “Yes,” he murmured. “I suppose I can work with this.”

​          “This,” Rainey said hotly, “is Jai Turner, one of my best agents. She’s human.”

​          The little man seemed lost in his own train of thought. “She meets his prime criteria. Of course, it would be better if I could see her without her clothes on before I make a final assessment.”

​          Jai stiffened even more. “Commander!”

​          Rainey let out a loud sigh, then glanced at Jai and the two men. “Sit. All of you.”

​          Instead, Carron took a step closer. “Can I touch her, at least?”

​          “Lay one finger on me,” Jai growled, “and it’ll be the last thing your hand ever touches.”  Wyatt stepped closer to her to drive the point home.

​          Behind his desk, Rainey blew out a breath. “I said sit!”

​          The three of them held their adversarial positions for a moment, then took the hard chairs arrayed around Rainey’s desk. Jai crossed her arms and legs defensively, and even Wyatt turned his chair around to straddle it. It was obvious neither one of them anticipated liking whatever the Commander might be about to say.

​          Rainey ran a hand through his grey-black hair and looked at the partners. “Before I start, I have just one thing to say to you two. Marque Callex.”

​          Jai gasped. “What?”

​          That changed everything. The infamous name had both her and Wyatt leaning forward in their chairs, now eagerly waiting for Rainey’s next words.

​          “You know how long we’ve been trying to get close to this guy. We may now have a chance, albeit by a very unconventional route.” Rainey nodded toward their guest. “A month ago, Mr. Carron here ran afoul of the law. No need to get into the specifics, but in an effort to save his neck – and his very lucrative business – he suggested a unique proposal in return for us not pursuing charges against him.”

​          “What kind of proposal?” Wyatt asked.

​          “A clever one, as it turns out.” Rainey smirked. “Mr. Carron agreed to send out an… invitation… to Marque Callex, in the guise of offering ‘a select number of high-powered businessmen’ the chance to sample the latest model of Beautiful Doll for free, in exchange for their feedback on the product. In reality, Callex was the only person to get this invitation.”

​          Jai’s mouth set in a disgusted line. “And he accepted.”

​          “He did,” Rainey confirmed. “It was a gamble, but it paid off. In this supposed ‘latest model,’ clients are able to customize their girl. Callex filled out the form specifying the criteria of his ideal Beautiful Doll, and now all we have to do is fulfill his requirements.” The Commander gave Jai a pointed stare. “With you.”

​          Jai’s eyes went wide. “You want me to impersonate a sexbot?”

​           “He’s requested certain specifics,” Anson Carron spoke up. “Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Lean, athletic build.”

​          Jai let out a relieved breath. “Well, that rules me out then. I’m brown-haired and brown-eyed.”

​          “Easily fixed,” her boss pointed out. “You fit the most important characteristic: athletic build. We can’t fake that, but we can correct the other things with hair dye and contact lenses.”

​          Uneasy, Jai leaned forward in her chair. “Sir, do you really believe a man who can have any model of girl he wants, would pick a B-cup and not a triple-D? For a sexbot? Come on, Commander. Are you sure Callex is even serious about this?”

​          Rainey stroked his chin thoughtfully, and then shrugged. “Well, we’ll have our answer on Monday, if he shows up at the Beautiful Dolls boudoir. Until then, prepping you for the assignment is the way we’re going to proceed. That is, if you’re agreeable.”

​          Jai scowled. There was absolutely no way she was going to volunteer for this. Have sex on command? Not a chance. Not even to bring down a man they’d long been after for suspected weapons smuggling. Besides, she could never pass for a sexbot. She had a heartbeat, for Christ’s sake! “Why don’t you send in a real Doll for the job?”

​          “Because the whole point is to get information out of him,” Rainey answered. “A robot can’t be programmed to be clever. We need someone to coax him into spilling his secrets.”

​          “With all due respect, Commander,” Wyatt interjected. “Callex is locked up tighter than a penitentiary. Security is everything in his line of work. It’s not realistic to think he’s going to give away top secret information while in the throes of passion.”

​          “You haven’t met my Dolls,” Carron mumbled.

​          Rainey ignored the remark. “Maybe not during sex, no. But haven’t you heard of pillow talk? Read your history books. Greater men have been brought down by baring their souls during that post-coital sense of euphoria. I want Jai to build a relationship with him, gain his trust.”

​          In response, Jai re-crossed her arms and legs. There was no way – absolutely none – that she was going to be anyone’s personal sex toy.

​          Rainey sighed into the stubborn silence. “Do I really need to play the Joran Breaux card with either of you?”

​          A spark of anger shot through Jai, even as she heard Wyatt shift uncomfortably on his chair. Joran was the second – and definitely much more personal – reason they were after Marque Callex. Joran had been sent in to infiltrate Callex Industries from the inside, to discover how one of the government’s top weapons contractors was secretly diverting arms to militant countries. Joran’s cover as an employee had seemed secure until two months ago, when the police force had lost contact with him on the very day he’d scheduled a meeting with Marque Callex. Three weeks later, Joran’s body had turned up – in pieces – in a recycling center a hundred clicks away.

​          Joran had been Wyatt’s partner before Jai.

​          Jai would relish the chance to avenge the death of a fellow Tau Cetus agent, but was becoming a sex slave really the best way to do it?

​          “How do we know Jai won’t end up the same way Joran did? Dead?” Wyatt rasped. Raw emotion was clear in his voice.

​          “Because we’re embedding you as the Beautiful Dolls concierge,” Rainey answered. “You’ll be there secretly taping the sessions, close by to protect her if things get out of control.”

​          “Good God,” Jai balked. “You plan to record the sex encounters with Callex?”

​          Rainey scowled. “You know how long we’ve been trying to get to Marque Callex. This may be our best chance. But if you’re not up to it, Turner, I’ll find another female agent with athletic build who’s more committed to her job.”

​          “I’m committed to my job, Commander,” she protested hotly.

​          Rainey waved a hand. “I probably shouldn’t have even offered it to you two. Wyatt is too close to this case. I just thought he’d want a crack at the guy who murdered his partner. But you’re right, Turner. Wyatt could very well be a liability.”

​          “I didn’t say –” Now the Commander was accusing her of letting down the force and her new partner. The guy was a master manipulator.

​          Silence stretched in the room while Jai considered her options. Her very limited options. As in, none. “I’ll do it.”

​          “What?”

​          Jai’s mouth set into a mulish line. What real choice did she have? Marque Callex needed to be stopped. “I said I’ll do it. If this is our best – and possibly only – chance to get to him, well, then, I’m in.” 

© by Jenna Ives

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Writer’s block?

21151378_10213695198592440_2925865773603312114_nI am starting to think I may have writer’s block. It’s caused by a virus that makes me stare at a blank page for endless seconds before I decide to go see what’s new on Facebook.. Or Instagram. Or at the Market in town.

Simply put, I’ve lost the “want to write” part of myself, and that scares me. I’ve always wanted to write. I haven’t always done it, but I’ve dreamed about it, and plotted in my head, and considered characters and what they could do. Now I just avoid it. I have two (TWO!!!) half written cyborg novellas that are way overdue to my publisher.

And I just sit here.

At first, it was because I was way too busy in the day job. Being self employed means I get to pick up the slack when everyone else lets things slide. So in March and April and most of May of this year, I was working up to fourteen hours a day, almost every day. I certainly didn’t get weekends off, and I wasn’t complaining because more work = more money = less debt. I may enjoy writing, but the day job pays the bills.

Then I was too exhausted. After all, I’d just worked way more than anyone else I knew  and had very little down time. I was too tired to think, let alone write.

Which brings me to today. I’m not working at the day job. I  am dogsitting but watching a mellow lab snooze in the sun is hardly a reason not to write. And I really should go trim that hedge out front but it’s raining and who the heck trims hedges (with an electric hedge trimmer) in the rain? Certainly not me!

So why am I not writing?

Actually I am! I’m writing a blog post on why I’m not writing!

Time to turn off the WIFI (Yes I know how to do that) and get my butt into the writing chair. There’s cyborgs and aliens and others just waiting for me to tell them what to do!

 

 

 

 

Enjoy #Throwback Thursday with A Deliciously Bothersome #Cyborg.

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Book Length: Novella

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Throwback Thursday with a hot Cyborg!

 

2570 (1)Her Cyborg Lover

(Terras Five – Book One)

By Anne Kane

Genres: Sci –Fi, Cyborgs, romance

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Blurb:

Natalie’s loved and lost and she’s not so sure she wants to risk her heart again. She’s willing to settle for a challenging career as a space-pilot instructor and a succession of no-strings attached lovers. But that’s before her boss saddles her with the last thing she wants—a new partner.

Jebediah recognizes his perfect match in Natalie from the moment she seduces him on a dare. Everything that makes her a top-notch pilot, from her fearlessness to her passion, make a night in her bed both challenging and unforgettable.

A dangerous confrontation with a brutal enemy, an exploding drive engine and a traitor close to home throw everything into perspective. Natalie is going to have to put the past behind her and risk it all, because when your partner is also your lover, failure is not an option.

 

EXCERPT

He leaned forward, his larger body covering hers. Rock hard and demanding, it trapped her against the sleeping mat so that she could barely move as he explored every curve, every ultra-sensitive inch of her breasts.

She never allowed this, never allowed a male to dominate her completely.  And yet, with this man it felt so damn good.

He explored lower, his tongue and teeth working their way across every curve, every inch of bare skin until they were foiled by her remaining clothing.

“Damn!” Natalie muttered impatiently, bucking against his restricting weight. She needed to get her clothes off. Needed to feel his lips and tongue on her belly, on her thighs, on her mound. Needed the hot darts of lust dancing across the surface of her skin to continue. Needed him to continue.  “Move!”

Jebediah shifted his weight, giving her enough wiggle room to get out of her clothes without actually letting her go. She took full advantage, squirming out of her suit in record time. The feel of his naked flesh against hers sent shivers of lust shuddering through her. It hadn’t been all that long since she’d indulged the carnal side of her nature, so why was her pussy clenching in sweet anticipation?

“Oh sweet mother of an asteroid!” Jebediah’s nostrils flared as he stared down at her naked body. His cock swelled impossibly larger, pressing rock hard against her thigh.

“Nope. Just one horny space captain.” She hooked a leg behind his knee and rolled, putting herself on the top. That felt better.

“Not a fan of the missionary position?” He chuckled. “I’m okay with that so long as you know I don’t plan on letting you go any time soon.”

“Go where?” Reaching down, she ran a finger along the side of his rigid cock. “Did I mention I’m feeling desperately horny tonight, and it looks like you have just what I need to fix that.”

Her thumb and forefinger didn’t begin to meet around the thick shaft. She slid her hand along the length of him, marveling at the heat. The thick vein on the underside throbbed strongly. What would that feel like, buried deep inside her aching sex?

“I haven’t had any complaints.” Grasping her hips, he pulled her down on top of him and settled in to feast on her naked body, licking and nibbling in turn until her senses spun out of control.

Natalie moaned softly, every nerve ending on fire. When he wrapped one brawny arm around her and reversed their positions again, she was too far-gone to complain. She bucked her hips up, instinctively searching for the release that only he could supply. The hard length of his cock pressed into her thigh, teasing her with the promise of carnal delight.

She wanted him now. Needed him now. Position didn’t matter, so long as he didn’t stop. She wrapped her legs around his hips, hooking her heels behind him. “Damn it, fuck me now!”

With a grunt of pure male satisfaction, Jebediah shifted himself up, positioning his cock at the slick entrance to her pussy. “My pleasure, Natalie.”

Her name rolled off his tongue like a soft caress as he invaded her with slow, shallow thrusts, working his cock into her one deliciously tight inch at a time. Finally, when she felt so incredibly full she was sure she couldn’t take anymore, his balls slapped softly against her ass and he stopped moving.

She gasped as he lay still on top of her for a long minute, allowing her time to adjust to his size. She’d never felt so utterly, completely stuffed before. When Jebediah finally started to move, every stroke of his massive cock sent fiery bursts of heat racing through her entire body.

She squirmed beneath him, moaning and whimpering incoherently as his thick shaft rammed into her again and again. Not gentle. The damn cyborg was definitely not gentle, but that was fine with her. Gentle was highly overrated. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she matched him thrust for thrust.

Jebediah picked up the pace, sending her libido spiraling higher and higher until the world exploded into a thousand tiny particles of pleasure.

Natalie let out a scream of sheer satisfaction as waves of heat rolled through her one after the other. Her slick channel throbbed around its load of hot cock, and a few seconds later, Jebediah let out a hoarse shout of pure male satisfaction.  His hot seed bathed the inside of her tight channel as her sex convulsed around him, milking him of every last drop.

He collapsed beside her, pulling her over with him so that she lay facing him on her side, his cock still buried deep inside her. His eyes were closed, his face relaxed. She studied him for a long moment.

It had been a long time since she’d let a man get close to her. Why did she have an insane urge to snuggle up against this one and drift off to sleep?

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