Rent-A-Body Inc.

Mark & Betty In The Twin Hotel Of Luxury

Mark and Betty arrived at the famous Twin Hotel of Luxury, exclusively for the wealthy. It was a lavish hotel standing at an impressive height of 5,900 feet, offering all the amenities one could ask for. From Rent-A-Body units for various purposes, including casinos and shoot-them-dead arcades, where individuals rented a body unit to target areas and unleash a hail of gunfire, this place catered to the sadistic types seeking power. Mark had elite access to these properties due to his entitlement to Rent-A-Body.

The taxi landed smoothly, and Mark nervously commented, "Sir, we're here. It's so expensive just to get inside. I barely make that much in a year." He was trying to evoke pity from Mark. Unpleased with his attitude, Mark deducted 3 points from his RAM ID card for morals, silently showing his disapproval. "Sir, what the hell? I didn't mean to offend you, sir," the driver protested. "Not offended, but your job is to drive and not talk," Mark confidently replied.

Mark held the door open for Betty, taking a moment to appreciate her figure. They walked into the hotel lobby, and Betty noticed Mark's gaze. She smiled and asked, "Hey, I saw you looking. Do you mind?" They headed towards the tubelator elevator.

"I'll go first, Betty," Mark said as he entered the tube-like elevator. Betty strapped herself securely, and the elevator prompted her to fasten her seatbelt before counting down from five. She shot up immediately and within seconds arrived in the main hallway of their room, 0517. Betty fixed her hair and, while smelling her hand, she chuckled and said, "Oh well, I'll just spray some of that beautiful amber spice down there."

Mark finally arrived as his door opened, wearing a smile and adjusting his slick black hair and dress shirt. "Ah, room 0517, my dear. Let's go," he said as they entered the room and closed the ocean blue door behind them.

Betty sat down on the king-size bed, admiring the breathtaking view from the window, 4,000 feet above the city. "Mark, you really know how to treat a lady, don't you?" Mark approached her slowly, lowering himself onto his knees and locking eyes with her. He gently grabbed her thighs with his large hands, slowly moving up her dress until his fingers reached her panty line. Betty looked up to the ceiling, experiencing pleasure and delight with her mouth slightly open, gasping. "Oh, my Mark," she whispered, running her hand through his hair, "please show me how much you want it!" Mark looked up at her as he used his teeth to remove her panties, then kissed near her navel and proceeded to use his tongue, moving it in circles and slowly licking her clit. Betty gasped, "Oh, my God, Mark! Yes, yes! You taste so good, baby!"

Meanwhile, just three minutes prior, two separate artificial robots rolled into Mark and Betty's real homes. Mark was sweating profusely as the robot, equipped with a silicone artificial clit and sensors, moved precisely where Mark's real body was located. It stimulated the rotation of the artificial clit against his lips, mirroring the sensations Betty was experiencing with Mark's real body. Likewise, Betty's robot swiftly entered Mark's home, featuring silicone artificial lips and sensors that matched and connected with Betty's movements.

"Baby, cum for me! Cum hard, baby!" Mark started to feel concerned as he realized Betty had stopped tugging his hair and her body had become stiff. "Hey, what's going on? Hey, Betty!" Mark froze in fear, observing her rigid movements and locked gaze, still expressing lust and pleasure. Back in Betty's unit, alarms were flashing red lights, and her robots initiated defibrillation on her convulsing body. Saliva dripped from her lips, and her eyes rolled back. She was having a heart attack. The robot announced, "Defibrillation not detecting a heart. Contacting local emergency services." Another voice followed, "She has no pulse. She has been terminated." The robot waited for the emergency services to arrive.

Mark continued talking to her, but then a robotic voice emanated from her open unit mouth. "Sorry for the inconvenience, sir. My name is Ted from Rent-A-Body Inc. Mark, we're sorry to inform you that the user's body is deceased. She died minutes ago while we were attempting to resuscitate her." The voice paused and continued, "We are truly sorry for the inconvenience again. We will...," but Mark interrupted, saying, "Shut up now and listen! This is Mark Burk, Assistant Director #102587. I know the procedure. Stop the bullshit. I'm not just a regular customer." Mark was visibly upset as he added, "I didn't even know the woman, her real self. I thought we would go for dinner and have some fun. How is this possible? She was only 26." The voice replied, "Sir, with all due respect, we checked her RAM ID, and it has been altered." Mark's fears were confirmed as he said, "Altered? No, please don't tell me this." The voice responded, "It turns out she was 98 years old, sir. She hadn't taken care of her real body in decades and was using a 40-year-old unit model." Mark exclaimed in anger, "Are you fucking serious? She fucking catfished me, that fucking bitch!" He punched her unit in the face and threw it to the floor. Mark was breathing heavily as the voice apologized, and he quickly regained his composure. He picked up her unit, carried it to the open glass doors of the balcony, and threw it off the railing, watching her unit's body fall into the endless abyss below. He returned to the bed and pressed the cyber button, immediately awakening back in his own body. "Well, fuck me."