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9^ Nines - Stripper (2)

Richard's grip on me tightens. He swallows, instantly on guard. "Look... Gavin, letting us use your time for ourselves was nice enough. It was... unnecessarily kind of you. But, letting us live with you is... shady. It's shady. It's a very shady proposition, and I appreciate it, but I can't accept."
"Richard, please! Let's do it!" I insist, not caring about anything besides getting out of here. "This is our chance!"
     "Our chance to do what? To be too eager and reckless and get killed, because we decided to trust the wrong person?" Richard shakes his head, dismissing the entire situation.
     "Killed? Do you really think I'm gonna kill you? I'm a cop? Why would I do something illegal if my job is to stop people from breaking the law?" Gavin shrugs. "But, I won't push you." He stands up.
     And, so do I. "W-Wait, wait!" I cry out, grabbing onto Gavin's sleeve. "P-Please..." I tear up, looking back at Richard.
     Richard stares from me, to Gavin, then back to me. Emotions play over his face as we face off in a tense silence.
     "I trust him..." I whisper.
     He closes his eyes and looks away, huffing. "Fine! Ok, fine." He stands, pulling his panties back on. "We... have to get clothes on." He approaches me and pulls me close to him, shoving my panties in my hands. "Wait by the front door. Let's fucking go," he snarls, throwing the door open and stalking away.
I follow him, pouting after him. "What's your problem?" I ask, following him to the back room.
"I don't have a problem," he answers, pulling a bag out of his locker. "Just get dressed."
     "You're mad at me," I accuse him, pulling clothes onto myself.
     "I'm not mad," he insists.
     "Yeah? Well, you're also not a good liar," I snap, zipping up my bag.
     He grabs me and forces me to look at him. "I'm not fucking mad, you whore," he snarls.
     "Didn't know I was just a whore to you," I say coldly. "Thank you for clarifying what I am."
"Fuck yourself," he growls and walks away, shouldering his bag.
I feel hurt from his words, but I follow him. I make sure to keep a constant distance from him.
We meet Gavin at the door. "Ready?"
"Sure," Richard snaps, not looking at anyone.
Gavin shrugs, like he's used to this. "Whatever you say." He leads us out of the club and to his car. Richard swallows worriedly as he watches me get inside. I crawl into the backseat and buckle myself in, watching as Richard does the same.
We drive in silence. I feel the warm sensation of Richard's hand on mine. I look over to see him blinking at me with huge, sad eyes. The message is clear: I'm sorry. I smile and kiss his hand, squeezing it in mine. He smiles, and we drive the rest of the car ride hand-in-hand.
When we reach Gavin's house, we get out. Richard squeezes my hand reassuringly as he pulls me inside with Gavin. "Conan! I'm home!" Gavin announces.
"Fucking finally," someone says. I peek over Gavin's shoulder to see an RK900 sitting in the couch. "Where did you go? You've been gone for years."
"Umm... I went to a strip club."
Conan snaps his head over to look at us. "Excuse m- WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!" he screeches, standing up. "Gavin, you better start explaining right fucking now!!"
"Look, I can explain while you're railing me," Gavin says, raising his hands in surrender.
"You know what? Fine. Get your ass in the bedroom," Conan demands, stalking into a room.
"You two make yourselves at home while I sort this out. Don't pay any attention to any sounds you might hear." And, with that, he runs off into the bedroom and shuts the door.
Richard shuts the front door and walks inside, taking a look around. He sits down on the couch.
In the room, I can hear the sounds of Gavin and Conan arguing before Gavin moans loudly.
I turn my attention to Richard to see him crossing his legs. I can tell he's hiding an erection under there. I smirk before walking up to him. Richard looks up at me and spreads his legs apart, letting me see his boner.
I work at his pants, pulling them down a bit so I can get his cock out. "Ride me," he requests. I pull my pants off and do as he says, sitting on him. He slides his cock inside, and I immediately start moving. "Hurry up," he urges. "Before Gavin and Conan finish."
Gavin's moans can be heard through the walls. It sort of turns me on, in a weird way. I bounce up and down on Richard's lap, moaning quietly. His labored breaths can be heard as he fucks me. I try my best to stay as quiet as I can, so I kiss him, pressing my tongue against his.
"I'm there," he whispers, releasing inside of me. I squeak and throw my head back at the feeling of his warm liquid. "Shit... you're still so tight, baby," he whispers.
I pull myself up off of him and pull my pants back on. He sighs contentedly as I snuggle up to him on the couch. "That was good," he murmurs, placing a kiss on my head. "I love you."
"I love you, too, Richard."
Gavin's door opens, and he comes out, looking like a mess. He looks like he's just been fucked. Conan follows him, trying to fix his hair, but he gives up. He fixes his gaze on us. It's the same gaze that Richard has. Conan takes a seat across from us. "So... You were strippers?" he begins.
"Yup," Richard replies, burying his fingers in my thighs. I love it when he does that.
     "How good were you?"
     "We were... good enough..." he mutters, frowning.
     "Mind putting on a show?" Conan asks, gesturing us forward.
     I cling to Richard, whimpering softly. "I'd rather not," Richard declines.
     "Whatever you say." Conan shrugs.
Richard scoots away, looking disturbed. "I can't believe that we're all the fucking same."
"We could definitely use that to our advantage."
"I am not pretending to be you," Richard mutters, frowning.
"You're so aggressive. Relax a bit," Conan suggests.
I watch Richard roll his eyes. "I'm in an unfamiliar home with people I don't know."
He swallows nervously. "I'm... scared."
Conan's LED blinks red before fading to blue. "Don't be scared. I promise, none of us will hurt you." He stands and pulls Gavin away. "It's late. We all should get some sleep."
I watch Conan and Gavin disappear into their room, shutting the door.
Richard lays down on the couch, pulling me down with him. I lay my face on his chest, allowing myself to relax and get some sleep.

I wake up with Richard below me, just like he was when I fell asleep. His chest rises and falls with his gentle breaths, comforting me. I stare at his sleeping face, smiling to myself. He's so cute when he's sleeping. I don't want to wake him up.
He stirs a bit, and I can tell he's waking up. "Fuck..." he grumbles, slitting his eyes. "Fuck."
"Richard?"
He sits up, and I slide down his chest, coming to a stop at his groin. "Goddammit, Nines," he growls. "Deal with that, please?"
I look down at his morning wood, smiling as I press my face to it, nuzzling his bulge. "I love you." I reach my hand into his boxers and pull out his cock, taking it in my mouth with no hesitation.
He sighs his pleasure, tangling his fingers in my hair. "Yes, I love you, too," he pants. "Suck it. Take it, bitch."
"Yes, Daddy," I comply, taking him down my throat and sucking him hard.
Gavin's bedroom door opens, and Conan walks out. He blushes hard when he sees us. "What the fuck?!" he hisses, shutting the door. "Look, I know, you guys were strippers, but get a room!"
I stare down guiltily.
"Did I tell you to stop?" Richard demands.
"N-No.." I look up at him.
"Then, don't stop!"
I lean down and take him back in my mouth, sucking him off, again.
"Hey! Don't be so mean to him!" Conan hisses, coming over to us.
"Don't worry," Richard scoffs. "He likes it."
I whine softly, trying my best to focus on nothing but Richard's cock in my mouth.
"Still! Don't treat him like he means nothing to you!" Conan continues. "You don't have to suck him, you know?"
"Mhmm!" I reply, still sucking him off. I appreciate Conan's concern, but it's not needed. I'm fine! I like it when Richard's rough with me.
"Look, I'm going to explain this once, so listen up. First off, Nines means everything to me, so don't accuse me of treating him like he's nothing. Second off, Nines and I, we have a bit of an odd relationship. He listens to me, and obeys, and I reward him. I know, it's not what you would consider 'normal,' but he's my sub. He's mine. He belongs to me. Don't you understand the whole Dom/sub thing? Read up on it, then you'd understand. Now, go away, so I can enjoy this." Richard twirls his fingers in my hair, already forgetting about Conan. "Keep going, baby. You're doing so good! You're making me feel so good, right now."
I moan my acknowledgment and continue. He cums in my mouth, finishing himself off.
"Don't swallow! Don't swallow." He pulls my head up and kisses me, pushing his tongue into my mouth. I whine in pleasure as he caresses my tongue, tasting his own cum. "Fuck, baby. You're amazing."
"Thank you, Daddy," I purr, rubbing up on him. "I love making you feel good."
"Goddamn," Conan mutters. "I'm starting to have regrets living with you two."
Richard raises his eyebrow at him.
"I'm just joking!" Conan snaps, rolling his eyes. "You're so dramatic, I swear!"
"What the fuck is happening, you damn pieces of plastic!?" Gavin swears, stomping out of the room.
"I'm sorry, Gavin," Conan apologizes.
"I'm not." Richard crosses his arms over his chest.
Gavin narrows his eyes. "Lovely. I forgot about you two." He walks over to us. "So, I was thinking about something, last night."
Gavin, don't," Conan insists. "They'll never do it! And-And, you're mine! I don't want them on you!"
"Ok, well, I gotta find someway to pay for them staying here. And, I see no other way." Gavin smirks, meeting my gaze. "I wanna fuck you guys."
I lean back and decide to leave this one to Richard. He's in charge, after all. "Alright," Richard agrees, nodding. "I see. What do you have in mind?"
"Let's have an orgy. The four of us. Now."
"Alright." Richard stands up, pulling me with him. He smirks. "Pleasuring people is what we do best. And, I'm alright with sharing with you, so long as we get to live here."
Conan opens his mouth, closes it, opens it, then closes it, again. "Fine. Ok. Ok. This is ok." He raises his hands in surrender. "Let's just get this over with."
"Enjoy it, Conan." Gavin smirks, kissing the Android's cheek. "I love you."
We make our way to Gavin's bedroom. I can feel my Thirium pump beating away in my chest. I have no doubt that they want to use me.
Richard leans down and kisses my neck. "Don't worry. I'm here, Nines. I can stop this, if you don't want it."
"I'm ok, Richard." I nod determinedly.
"You know what to do, if you're uncomfortable. I'll be here for you."
This is like a normal session. It's nothing I haven't done, before.
Gavin pulls me forward and pushes me to the bed. "You know what to do." I take my clothes off and sit on the bed, waiting for his instructions.
Conan lays down on the bed, naked. His cock is the same size as Conan's and mine, and it makes sense. After all, we're the same model. Gavin sits down on him, shoving Conan's cock inside of him. He pulls me into his lap, and shoves himself inside of me. I gasp aloud, panting quickly. Richard takes my shoulders and kisses my neck, reassuring me.
I close my eyes and keep them shut, groaning in pain as I begin the process of getting used to Gavin fucking me.
This is probably my life, now. And, I think, I'm ok with it. As long as I have Richard by my side, I'm ok with this.