Manufactured for Sin

9. Deep in the Aftermath

I sat cross-legged on Greg's lap, watching the TV from the busted couch that now couldn't not return to its upright position... more of a forced futon at this point. I took a drag from my cigar and turned to him, blowing smoke rings at each other.

"These cigars really aren't the same as a good bone pipe...no pun intended." He joked. "But why is yours pink?"

"It's a human thing. They do a secret Santa in the office and I demanded we open early because I'm impatient and busy. Everyone get's shitty pointless gifts. When you have a vagina, it basically guarantees whatever gift you get is the even cheaper version and pointlessly colored pink." I said, puffing anyway as the show flickered.

"I get gendered products to some degree, when it actually has to do with anatomy or biology, you gotta target the average consumer, but it's a damn cigar. Why is it needlessly bitchified? Women can't smoke a good cigar?" He scoffed.

"Oh you don't know the half of it, punkin. It's strawberry flavored and 30 percent smaller for the same price. This is basically flammable candy."

"That's terrible." He winced.

"I almost switched them and smoked yours. I thought I was making sacrifices for the sex, but it turns out that's kinda great for everyone, this cigar is just bullshit. The first thing I am regretting as a personal sacrifice for the team, is this cigar. Everything else was pretty great. Had I know the sex scene was going to come out of nowhere like it did, I would have printed off a few pipes and some descent tobacco. That was incredible though. Was it good for you?" I asked him in a daze, puffing lightly.

"Absolutely. Round 3 was even better. We're gonna have to cut some of the sex scenes or this is gonna be just 900 pages of sex scenes. I can't believe you just did that thing with the...you know." He smirked.

"I know we like that move. That's the one thing we miss about Jenny. She was a horrible person and a bad ex-wife, but that one bonus detail...damn. Izleena just won't do it. If I haven't had it in 2 years, I knew you didn't either and you deserve something fun. What am I gonna do...judge myself because it's kinky?" I chuckled.

Izleena hates doing that. Is it really as uncomfortable as she claims, I've always been curious, obviously that's why YOU were curious and went for it." Greg yawned.

"It's not as great from my end, but it's tolerable. I think she's exaggerating. It's more awkwardly degrading than physically taxing. She has her hang-ups. Our wife is a shy girl. She didn't raise herself in wild like we did, back when we were you. That posh rich girl vibe runs deep in her coolant lines." I sighed, missing her slightly.

"And it doesn't bother you? Being that slutty?"

"It was a little weird at first but I adapted. I just like making you happy. Making you happy makes me happy." I smiled back, giving him a wink.

"Especially in about 15 minutes when we trade memory files and you get to remember it from my end." He reminded.

"Yea obviously, I got very little out of it. It's a long-term game of selfish mutual interest. Maybe Izleena's just selfish too, and she's not getting your experience downloaded to her memory. We're definitely getting the best deal, but after all we do, she can't take one for the team? Maybe once a week? We can't have that 1-14th of the time?"

"I know, right? You sure did, and not a single complaint. Like a damn champ. In fact for being the first time you've been on that side of it, and I'm sure I would have remembered that otherwise, you did almost as good as Jenny. He encouraged.

"Almost?" I snipped. "Awe crap, I'm gonna know in ten minutes so there's no point defending it. I'll know and then we'll both know what I know, and it's gonna be slightly less great, isn't it?" I winced.