Yeah, Umeko. That's a hot idea. The Prescott homunculus quivers with excitement even as it recoils in horror. You toss Kendra's mask back into the car, then put Umeko's mask onto the golem.
It flushes all over and melts into the shape of a lithe Asian beauty: slimmer than Lin, taller and more mature-looking than Yumi. Your nostrils flare with excitement.
Her eyes flutter open, and you touch her lips with your fingertips. "You have to do what I say," you remind her as her eyes open. "Be very quiet."
"Who are you? Where am I?" she asks apprehensively. She starts a little as she realizes she is naked.
"Don't worry about it," you tell her. "Just do what I say. Get up—" You hold out a hand and help her to her feet. "Get in the car. Hide down in the floorboard."
You make a quick trip inside the house, to grab a couple of beers. (Stocks at the fuck room, you noticed earlier, are running low.) "I'll be out with Gordon for a few hours," you holler. Your mother shouts something unintelligible back, but she never interferes.
"Get dressed," you tell Umeko as you hop into the car. With a frown she picks up the shapeless sweatpants and sweatshirt that you stole from one of the PE lockers. "Now, listen to me very carefully."
It's a carefully rehearsed speech you've crafted, one honed on the Kendra and Lisa and Maria and Cindy golems to make them docile. "You like me, Umeko," you tell her in a soft but commanding tone. "You trust me. Look at me. You think I'm sexy. You know that I'm your friend. You like to be with me. You want to make me happy."
"Yeah," she says softly, and pulls on the sweat top. "But that still doesn't tell me who you are or how I got here."
You rub her leg. "My name is Steve. I'm a friend of your cousin's. Will?" You suppress a little snicker.
"Yeah?" she says, lighting up a little. "How do you know Will?"
Damn, is she actually interested in him? Maybe after spending some of your Patterson batter inside her you can take off this mask and see what Prescott's got inside him. "I go to school with him. We're teammates."
"I didn't know he went out for sports," she says a little suspiciously.
"But you can tell I do, right?" you laugh. "Yeah, but it's not that kind of team." You stroke her leg with a little more warmth and excitement. "You're gonna play for us too, though. But on the other side."
She gives you a sidelong glance but says nothing. You continue to speak soothing words to her, smoothing away the suspicions the golem carries over from the original girl, while continuing to rub and massage her leg. It is very exciting, and you cock strains against the crotch of your jeans. It is a lot more exciting than the girls you'd had on the golems before, maybe because she is brand new—and a college student—whereas you've seen Cindy and Kendra and Maria and Lisa around all the time, and have had two of them before.
You've got her sufficiently relaxed by the time you reach the school that she doesn't question or draw back from it or you, and accepts your arm around her shoulders as a perfectly natural gesture. She is slim and not terribly well-padded with muscle; the tone of her body reminds of hard rubber, which is a nice anticipation, and halfway across the gym floor you stop her and run your hands down her arms and sides. You gnaw a little at the back of her neck, and grab at her ass.
Then it's with impossibly mounting excitement that you go up the stairs and into the loft. There she pinches at her nose at the smell, but you don't even bother to apologize or correct her reaction. Instead, you take off your shoes—hopping up and down on one foot as you pull off each—then tear off your shirt and yank off your jeans. Your cock springs out, straining, and you drop back onto the mat. You pat your thigh invitingly, and leer.
Her smile is tight, and a little mischievous. "And what am I supposed to do?"
"Give me a blow job," you gasp. "What do you think?"
"I think I'm not going to be very good at it," she says, but drops to her knees to cautiously approach. "I've never done this before."
You laugh. "Oh come on. You've never sucked a guy off? Well, what are you good at? Come on, tell me what your specialty is."
She gets a furtive look. "Normally I wouldn't tell you, but normally I wouldn't be up here with a guy I barely know. But I'm usually with a girl when I'm doing this kind of thing."
Your jaw drops. Somewhere inside you, Prescott's jaw also unhinges and falls with a clatter onto the floor. "You're a dyke?!"
"I hate that word," she says. Now she doesn't bother to hide her distaste as she regards your dick. "And you're gonna hate me now."
"Are you kidding? This is awesome!" Why it never occurred to you to use these things for girl-on-girl action— Well, it's because you'd have to take the part of a girl by using a mask, and there'd be "gay" jokes or something from Gordon or Lynch. And, anyway, would Kendra or Cindy know what to do? But with an honest-to-God lesbian on hand—and one who's not a bull-dyke or anything—and who seems to know what to do—
No, you still don't want to be the other girl. Do you? Just watch? "Damn, I need to make me another golem," you hiss to yourself.
But wait, you have another golem. The thing under Jeremy Richards' mask. It'll obey you! Get Richards out here, swap off the Jeremy-mask for one of the girl-masks for an hour or so; kick back with a beer and watch this Umeko chick go at it with another girl. With Lisa! You put your head back and howl. Perfect! Prescott's little guy jumps up and down inside you, howling, but you kick it savagely. Yeah, Lisa and Umeko, munching on each other!
Your hand is actually shaking as you fumble the phone from your pants pocket, and you misdial the number three times before finally inputting it correctly. Jeremy's lazy, insolent whine comes through—"Yeah? Hello?"—and you're just gasping out the words telling it to come over—
When the door opens. Ouch! You whip your head around so hard your neck twinges. Gordon takes one look at you, then turns away with a sigh, closing his eyes. "Fuck, man, put some pants on," he says. "You're gonna put someone's eye out with that thing."
"I oughta skull fuck you with it!" you explode. "No, not you, Richards! What are you—? Shut up! Call me back later!" You slap the phone down. "God damn, Gordon, you're supposed to call before you bust in!"
"Coach gave the keys to me," he reminds you. "I can come up here whenever I want."
"I always call before I come up! A little courtesy, bro!"
"Just finish your business and get out so I can have a turn with that thing." He seems to notice Umeko for the first time; she's hunched over, seemingly trying to melt into the floor. With his typical lack of ceremony, Gordon stalks over and pulls her face around with a meaty hand. "Hey, this is a new one. Where'd she come from?"
"You know, she could be real, Gordon," you say sarcastically. "Imagine what a dope you'd feel if she were."
"Pfft. So where'd you get her?"
"She's Johansson's last job. College student—"
"Has he been in her? Cuz I don't wanna touch anything he's been fucking."
"Then you're just gonna have to make do with Chelsea. Why aren't you with her, by the way?"
"Another fight. It was too good to last." He turns away with a snarl. "Fucking Javits. Ever since that shit-face scarecrow got into him—" He glowers. "She wants me to break them up."
"Who wants who to break up?"
"Chelsea," he says through gritted teeth. "She wants me to break Javits and Cindy up."
Well, this ought to have been predictable, because it's something Chelsea has tried before. But it's not a crisis you want to deal with now, so you just throw your head back and sigh deeply. Gordon glowers briefly at you, then abruptly stalks from the room. You almost apologize to Umeko for the interruption before catching yourself. But your cock is now deflated, and you look at her speculatively for a minute, then gesture her over. She crawls onto you, and you take her neck in your hand and push in for a kiss—
Wheck! Klang! Oh, goddamn it. Now Gordon is shooting hoops downstairs. You push her off and snatch up your pants.
"Yo Gordon, come on, man!" you yell as you hop down the stairs, shirtless and shoeless. "Gimme a little peace! That, or actually talk to me!" You're counting on his natural reticence to drive him out of the gym, but—
"I can't stand being with Chelsea," he says softly. "But I can't stand being away from her. And I'd kill anyone who touches her." He says the last with such quiet fury that there's no question of him exaggerating.
"So break up Javits and Cindy. What's the problem?" He looks over at you sharply. "He's our little sock puppet. If Johansson squawks we tell he can just move to a new mask. Come on, tell Chelsea you'll do it."
He says nothing for a moment. Then: "Maybe I need to take a vacation. Dad's being a real asshole besides. Maybe I should move over to Eastman, take charge over there."
"Now wait a minute." You've liked the current arrangement, with you running things while Gordon fucks golems. And you don't want Gordon hooking up with— with the other Patterson. When Gordon came back, he'd treat you like shit, you're sure.
You have to fix Chelsea. But there's only one way you know how to do that.
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