Car Fetish

Unlocking the door to the fitting rooms, the three of us filed out with the cat in tow. A tall, thin man in his mid thirties looked over at our group walking out of the fitting rooms together and smiled broadly, showing a gold tooth.

"What a handsome looking threesome," he cackled greasily. "Invite me next time. You can add another gent to make it fair." He winked.

"That's ok," smiled Wilma sweetly, picking up Jillian. "The cat made things interesting enough."

She smirked at the shocked expression on the man's face and quickly gathered up some items for purchase. She snatched the green shirt I had been eying and got the same style in blue. She also grabbed two pairs of jeans I had tried on earlier and marched to the register.

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Driving down the road, we sat in silence for about ten minutes before Wilma finally spoke.

"Is anyone going to mention the electronic elephant in the room?"

"That would be me," I said, smiling nervously.

Telling Wilma the truth was a bit of a gamble on my part, regarding our friendship. There was no guarantee she would treat me the same way after she knew I was an android.

"So, do you have free internet?" she asked. "Oh oh! What about your own built in radio? How cool would it be to play music out of your ass! Not gonna lie, that would be so dom."

The whole car erupted in laughter and the cat perked its ears up at the sudden change in atmosphere.

"No one says dom anymore, Will." chuckled John from the back seat. "Your age is showing."

"Here's an ageless saying for you, John," spoke Wilma. "F*** off."

"Hey, John?" I asked, drawing my eyebrows together. "How did you find me so quickly?"

"You have a tracker," John admitted tentatively. "I shut it off the moment we left Warp Core, but I hacked it temporarily to find your location."

"What are the chances that Quincy and Warp Core can do the same thing?" I asked, worried.

"Slim to none," he responded confidently. "No one can hack your tracker, or you, other than me. I added another layer of code encryption to what was already there, and I also reinforced your firewall. Right now, you have more electronic protection abilities than Lockdown809. That is the most recent, and most advanced, cyber security program," he explained. "Just don't go waltzing through airport security."

"We get it, your a brainiac." complained Wilma. "English now, please."

"I told you not to make any changes to my programming, without my permission," I chided John. "That being said, I appreciate the extra protection."

"You said there was no way for anyone to find Ana right?" asked Wilma. "Does that include your AzTech friends?"

"I didn't give AzTech enough information to track Ana. They shouldn't be able to-"

"So," interrupted Will, "the shifty black car, tailing my bumper for the past five minutes is completely coincidental?"

Wilma, John, and I, all turned around to see a sleek, black car with tinted windows following closely behind us. When John saw the vehicle, the color drained from his face and a muscle moved in his jaw.

"Well," he said, "I think I just got fired. Is there any way we can loose her?"

A dangerous glint appeared in Wilma's dark, blue eyes and she slowly licked her full lips. Then, sensuously biting her bottom lip, she swept her thick, black hair up into a ponytail.

"Darlings," she said in her low, feminine voice, "a car chase is my kind of foreplay."

Her breathing was heavier now as she reached her hands out to grasp the steering wheel.

"Car bot," she said, smiling, "release control of vehicle to driver. Authorization code IMASXYBTCH.

"You got it!" said the car bot's cheerful voice. "Car switched to manual control. Now playing, My Speed Demon playlist."