Miss Daylily

Miss Daylily stood outside the hotel in her faux fur coat. The coat was a little small for her body and she had to hold the lapels over her breasts to protect from the cold. She couldn't afford nano-fur yet. She had to pay off her skin first.

Her date pulled up in a white limo. The cheese factor was a little high but he paid well, so she had no room to complain. She slid into the car with a static smile. The expression was set on automatic, so it'd return whenever her muscles relaxed.

He was a squirrelly little man. Balding and short. This impression was reinforced by his nasally voice.

"Oh." He said with clear disappointment and waived at her breasts. "Could they be a little bigger?"

"Of course. Anything else? It'll take a few minutes to change, so I need to know before we reach our destination."

"I imagined them less bubbly. And your face more cute."

Patiently she said, "Like a pixie, maybe?"

"Yeah!"

"I need to dim the lights." She looked around. "Where's the panel?"

He pointed at the controls on her door. She adjusted the light so he couldn't really see her. There was a porno playing on a screen in front of them. She turned up the sound. He turned his attention to the screen and she went to work.

She always carried a spare remote in her purse. The clients never seemed quite satisfied with their specification. Some escorts refused to change the program after the client arrived. The process of changing wasn't particularly attractive.

Miss Daylily didn't mind the change. It meant less chitchat on the ride over. She tilted her head down so her hair hid her face and the long fur coat covered up everything else.

"My wife..." He started and stalled.

"Now, you know Mr. Biglow, that I don't do girls. My body isn't set up for that."

"She just wants to watch." He whined.

"Watching is fine. Touching is out of the question. I'll call security and you're deposit will not be refunded, if she even lays a finger on me."

"Yes," he rushed in to assure her, "I know. And she knows."

She was used to the change. The first couple of times it really smarted. The doctors assured her it was natural for a little pain as the skin adjusted to fit her body. A few minutes after she adjusted the program, her body was finally to Mr. Biglow's specifications.

Nano-skin wasn't legal in the states. Rather, the procedure to get nano-skin wasn't legal. It was legal for an escort to return to the states with nano-skin. She spent spring in Paris to get her nano-skin.

Miss Daylily marked the box for nano-skin on her prostitutes' license. Past that little box, the fed's didn't care. She made twice the money after she got it and her business was booming.

Long as a girl kept care of her skin, it was a sure moneymaker. Miss Daylily was fortunate not to know any saggy girls, the ones that didn't take care of their skin. She traveled every spring to Paris for a checkup. All her software was up to date, her nano's top of the line, and her exoskeleton in perfect working order.

'At least the hotel was top of the line.' Miss Daylily thought as they exited the limo. Upstairs in the suite, she was pleased to see that Mrs. Biglow was seated in the corner and wheelchair bound. One less thing for Miss Daylily to worry about.

He sat down on the bed and eagerly watched Miss Daylily go to work. The fantasy was very specific. She was supposed to strip for him, then take off his clothes, and then mount him like a horse and ride him until he finished. She laughed the first time she read that line.

The only limit of nano-skin was skeletal. Height wasn't negotiable. There was procedure to reduce hip width and the exoskeleton required a bit of bone shaving. The wonderful thing about nano-skin was the natural liposuction. The down side was that she had to take these nasty supplements to feed the nano's.

Mr. Biglow ordered a 1970's playboy beauty. Miss Daylily was disproportionately formed into the shape of a cartoon character Little Annie Fanny. The classic hour glass shape was topped by a blond bouffant.

She took off her coat. Underneath she wore a sheer teddy. Slowly she pushed down the shoulder straps and shimmied out of the lightweight cloth. Once naked, she went to town on Mr. Biglow.

This was the real work part of her job. Once astride him, her body did all the work. Peeling off his clothes and struggling through his awkward attempts to help her, that was the hard part.

She laid him out on the bed and climbed up. The audio was a preset recording. The moment she shimmied her tight pussy onto his cock, it started to play. The hydraulics in her thighs and the mechanics in her face were all programmed to match the movements of his body.

Once she stared bouncing, it was all about the little movement of his hip and the eager way he thrust up into her. Long as she kept her eyes on him and didn't let them glaze over, he'd never get the clue that she was bored out of her mind.

The fun part came earlier than she expected. Her skin was programmed to watch for signs that he was about to orgasm. Simultaneous Orgasm was a standard request from her customers and it wasn't easy to fake. So the nano's requested the release of specific chemicals in her body as he was neared climax.

She moaned for real. The tape switched off. He made a gasping little sound. The climax came suddenly, ripping through her body with pleasure that burst through her head. Her eyes rolled up in her head and she was momentarily blinded.

Miss Daylily continues to spasm moments after he finished. Her body twitched with each after wave. It was all part of the show. Her clients liked to know that they rocked her body, even if the knowing was a lie. Truth was, the nano's rocked her body.

She rolled off and took a moment to catch her breath.

"Wow." He said. "That was great."

She sat up and then stood up.

Desperately he sat up as well, "When can we do this again?"

"You know the rules." She chided him. "You set up an appointment through the website."

"But it always say's you're unavailable." He whined.

"The curse of being popular." Miss Daylily said over her shoulder as she went to the door. She turned only to give him a little wave.

"Next time." She said and shut the door behind her as she left.

The End.

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