Deviant Heart

Chapter 8: The Eden Club

November 6th, 2038 8:17 pm

Connor drove Hank's old car in front of the Eden Club, an android sex club located downtown. Hank was holding his head in the passenger seat and Clara was relaxing in the back seat, her arms crossed and eyes closed. The rain poured outside around them, pounding a rhythm on the roof of the car.

"Aw... Feels like somebody's playing with a drill inside my skull..." Hank moaned. He looked out the window at their destination. "You sure this is the right place?"

"It's the address in the report," Connor replied.

"Right... Okay... Let's get going," Hank climbed out of the car. "Jesus."

Clara tsked and did the same, followed by Connor. The trio walked into the club, bathed in pink fluorescent lights.

"Sexiest androids in town," Hank mused as he read one of the club's signs. "Now I know why you insisted on coming here!" He teased Connor.

Clara made a disgusted sound. "I hate these damn sex clubs. Doesn't matter if it's androids or humans. I get it that sometimes a person doesn't have a choice and that they can only survive in today's society by doing this, but it's so awful. They're degraded by selling themselves for another person's pleasure."

Connor glanced at the detective, who still had the disgusted look on her face. "That's a very old fashioned way of thinking, Clara. Not many people think that way anymore. It's very admirable."

Her face turned bright red and she glanced away. "Th-thanks..." she muttered.

The trio entered the main room of the club. There were three poles set up in the room, androids dancing seductively around them. On both sides of the room were multiple androids in numbered tubes, wearing very little clothing and covered in some kind of glitter. The line of tubes was occasionally broken up by private rooms for the clients to take their "matches." In front of one of these rooms was Ben and the club's manager. Ben greeted them and told them which room the victim was in.

"Oh, uh, by the way, Gavin's in there too," he informed.

"Oh, great!" Hank muttered. "A dead body and an asshole, just what I needed..."

Clara let out a heavy sigh.

The private room was the size of a normal bedroom, in circular fashion. A circular bed laid in the middle, where the victim lay, his unmentionables covered by the pink silk sheet. To the left was a table and chairs, an assortment of foods splayed out on the table. To the right, laying in front of the toilet, was a deactivated Traci sex android, blue blood spilling from its nose. Gavin stood near the bed, arms crossed and Chris off to the side writing down notes.

"Lieutenant Anderson, Detective Manfred and their plastic pet... The fuck are you three doin' here?" Gavin questioned.

"We've been assigned all cases including androids," Connor replied.

"Oh yeah?" Gavin said with a snarky nod of his head. "Well, you're wasting your time. Just some pervert who, uh, got more action that he could handle," he let out a laugh.

"We'll have a look anyway, if you don't mind," Hank retorted.

The foul mouthed detective scoffed. "Come on. Let's go... It's uh, starting to stink of booze in here..." he shot Hank a dirty look as he started to leave the room, but he didn't get very far.

Clara shot him a glare. "Fuck off Gavin."

The four men all turned to Clara and her incredibly harsh tone.

"The fuck did you just say?" Gavin demanded.

"Oh, I'm sorry, maybe you couldn't hear me over your big ass ego. I told you to FUCK, OFF, you FUCKING asshole."