Undercover: Adventuregurl! and Sweetnothings

"The hell is she getting here?!" Smokey asked the same question for what had to have been the sixth time in half an hour. She was expertly switching between a cigarette in one hand, and the joint she was sharing with Dyne while the two played cards. There was no central theme of the Splitters, in fact one could say a lack of theme was their theme. Everyone who joined was a member, no matter what color they wore on the outside. Dyne embodied this with her tight, muscular, but lithe physique at six feet tall. She had deep scarlet hair, dread-locked into several dozen wrist-thick lengths that went down to her ass. Her face had an assortment of piercings ranging from a big bull-ring to seven studs beneath each eye. She wore heavy black makeup that could be considered goth, combined with a tight black a-shirt and baggy black bondage pants, it really sealed the look.

"Boss just called. Says they had a mix up with our operator. She'll be here any second...and get this, the new operator is a first timer!" Sascha spoke up from standing watch at the door to their current base of operations, her heavy Russian accent shining through. They were set up in a warehouse in the lower industrial quarter, which suited them as they didn't get a lot of civilian traffic. The three were waiting outside, in a small fenced in clearing that lead to the warehouse docks.

"Hell yeah! Fucking tired of waiting on this bitch anyways. Might as well pop her cherry nice and rough!" Dyne said as she threw her cards down. The rest of the gang was inside, waiting. Even though on the outside it looked like any other run-down warehouse in any other shitty district of the city, the inside was a very different story. The Splitters had been successful, and with a little backing from the right sources, they'd turned the interior of the building into a veritable palace. Of course nothing any nobility would be visiting, but as far as they were concerned it was heaven. The office spaces had been renovated into lavish bedrooms for the gangmembers, while the factory floor had been cleared out and partitioned into a series of open lounges. Nearly a football field of space had been filled with pool tables, massive holovision projectors, couches, and stripper poles. The Splitters were fifty-seven strong, and made good use of the space. A large hot tub big enough for twenty people was built straight into the ground in one area near the entrance, with a fully stocked bar right next to it. Hell they even had small robotic barbeque vendor set up in a corner. The robotic attendant had been replaced with an average grade sex-bot they'd named, Stacey, and while not serving up burgers she could usually be found servicing any one of the small army of futanari in the warehouse. Of course the whole place was dimly lit and flooded with smoke from multiple sources, between cigarettes, cannabis, and various other drugs, it was a good thing the building was well ventilated.

"So we gonna have a little fun before we take her inside right?" Smokey more stated than asked, as she reclined in her seat, stretching out her toned body, adjusting the bulge in her denim short-shorts. She'd popped not only a Fiagra, essentially Viagra for futanari, but two hits of Ecstasy and she'd been smoking all day. The woman was positively ready to explode if she didn't get her dick sucked sometime soon.

"I'm down for a little private showing!" Dyne said with a hiccup. Dyne had partaken in her fair share of booze over the last few hours, and looked more than limber enough to party.

This is it. The time to finally put her training to the test. Four years at the academy and two years at the precinct had to help now. Andrea had been preparing for this for close to three months. She had all the outside evidence she would need, but that's what the precinct expected. What they wouldn't expect is the inside evidence. What the gang was really like on the inside. Andrea had made a secret appointment to go down to the company, change the order that was to be shipped out to the gang, and put herself in the body. At least her mind. She had no clue what the android looked like, but she hoped this mission would prove useful. No longer would she be the pretty girl sitting behind the desk, or the girl who makes petty arrests. Andrea wanted to be on top for once. It wasn't easy for a small girl like her to do something like that, but she was ready to prove everyone wrong. If that meant stepping on some toes to get what she wanted, then so be it.

Andrea stood in the doorway of the company and took a deep breath. This was a big moment, and everything could go so wrong. After knocking some guards with her taser, she quietly walked over to the other side where they programmed the androids. Looking around to make sure no one was around, she opened the opaque door and walked in, closing it behind her. Andrea scanned the androids for the one that was ready for the gang. The Splitters. They wreaked havoc on the city's slums and were getting close to the luxury life. It was the police's job to make sure none of these low level crime gangs began making their way up to the top.

After spending half an hour searching, she finally saw the android with the listing for the gang under a secret name. "Perfect." There was a name for the android above it. Nicki. The yellow streak in her hair and the big glasses made her look beautiful. That's what they were supposed to look like. Andrea grabbed a gurney and sat on it next to the android before grabbing the nodes that connected the sex bot's control panel to the human. "This better work." Placing the nodes on her head, she laid back and pressed a button on the gurney. She seized up while her mind space filled the android's capacity. Anything the robot didn't have was transferred over. Her thoughts and feelings. Through the hour long process, no one seemed to be around or care what was happening. After the process was over, Nicki slowly opened her eyes and looked around, flexing her fingers and other joints. "Wow. This actually worked." Her voice was different to match her body. It was sultry, melodic voice. Grinning softly, she heard people chattering and beginning to open the door. Nicki quickly shut up and laid back down on her bed, closing her eyes and pretending to be shut off.

"Hurry up! You know they will have our balls if we don't deliver the android now!" The foreman grabbed Nicki off the table after switching the off button, not caring about the unconscious girl on the gurney. People always sneaked in and transferred their minds over to the bots. Andrea didn't have her uniform on, so they had no reason to worry. They carried Nicki to the loading dock and placed her in the back of the truck, neatly tucked in to not scratch her. They scratched a bot once for the Splitters and the delivery truck driver was never heard from again. The new driver got in the truck and began driver to the warehouse were the location was.

It wasn't a long drive, and soon they were at the warehouse. The driver opened the back and grabbed Nicki, opening the control panel and turning her on. "Ahh. You will have a fun time here." Grinning, he grabbed her hand and led her to the big warehouse door. Knocking on it loudly, he yelled, "It's the company! We brought the girl you ordered!" He knocked again and waited for them to open the door for him and Nicki.

"Is that the delivery guy now?" Dyne asked as a large truck pulled up to the Splitters warehouse. Smokey and Sascha moved to look down the alley.

"What the hell is he doing? Why is he going to that door?" Smokey tossed a cigarette but onto the ground and ground at it with her shoe.

"Well we did shoot the last delivery guy they sent...maybe he's worried for his safety?" Sascha shrugged with a smile.

"Ok but that asshole deserved it! Fucker tried to grab my tits and thought I wasn't going to put a fucking bullet in his kneecaps. Dumbass delivery drivers. HEY! Asshat! That door is boarded up! Over here dickmeat!" Smokey was impatient to say the least, and temperamental. Normally she was fine as long as she was smoking something, but when you added X to her cocktail of narcotics, all bets were off. The three waited for the driver to approach them with their android. And all three of them silently thanked the boss for having such good taste. The woman was supermodel gorgeous, with thick, sexy curves and lucsious chocolate skin. The big glasses, earrings, and the puffed up afro-esque hairdo only made her that much more attractive.

"Don't worry man. We aren't going to do anything drastic." Dyne said with a obvious smile. But the moment the man came within three feet of her, she pulled out a massive revolver and put it to his head. "We find the term 'drastic' to be a little fuzzy round these parts buddy." Dyne pulled the trigger with a click of her tongue, but where the mans head should have been vaporized completely, there was just a loud clack. "Oh stupid me! Forgot to put a bullet in!" The man practically died of fright, first falling over himself before bee-lining back to the truck and driving off. The three futa's laughed vigorously at his bumbling escape, wiping tears from their eyes as Dyne cocked the hammer of her weapon and put two slugs into the back of his truck for fun.

"Oh god you are one sadistic bitch!" Smokey could barely contain herself, and had to flop onto the couch to cradle her abdomen as she laughed, obviously the X was really starting to hit her.

"You offend me! I am not sadistic at all! A bitch though I will accept." Dyne wiped a last tear from her eye using the barrel of her gun, then turned her attention on the android. "Come here babe. I wanna take a look at you..." Dyne brushed a lock of yellow hair out from the androids face with her revolver. "God damn you are a piece of work!" Sascha moved in from the side and pulled the dark skinned girls face sideways.

"So what do we call you lovely?" Sascha loved the whole idea of these androids. She got off on the idea that for all she knew, she was fucking an old man halfway around the world. More than that, she loved that they could feel it, every thrust, every bit of pleasure, every drop of cum tasted fully by the pilot. She leaned in and ran her tongue up the girls neck. "Hmm...how do they make you taste so real?"

Nicki was shaking internally as she waited with the delivery guy. She could sense he was nervous and practically dying in the inside. She heard about a past delivery driver getting shot. Was that the reason he was nervous? He probably thought he was going to get hurt as well.

Her chocolate hand went up and pushed her yellow glasses back. Her sensitive hearing caught the conversation of the gang members inside. This was almost too easy. The androids recorded everything that happened and was said to them from the moment they are turned on. Nicki didn't have to worry about the information being stored.

"I don't get paid enough for this job. They better give me a raise after this." The delivery guy mumbles while hearing the commotion behind the boarded door. When he heard one of the members yelling at him to go to the other side, he whimpered and grabbed Nicki's hand as he speed-walked to the other side. He did not want to anger them. Nicki laughed softly as she followed the man who was pulling her. When the driver finally reached them, he was out of breath and held the android by the arm. She could see they were enjoying themselves and liked her appearance and body. That was a good thing. Nicki wanted them to like her body for the time being.

As they tended to themselves with humiliating the driver, she searched the database with the internet software every android had. Then, she found out their names and nicknames. The one that was busy holding a gun to the driver's head was Dyne, and the other two were Smokey and Sascha. No doubt they were beautiful women, but they gave themselves to the darker side of life with illegally dealing with androids. Nicki watched in hidden terror when Dyne pulled the trigger, but only the clacking sound of an empty revolver went through the air. The rookie still wasn't used to the killing on the streets. At least not in front of her. Her plan was to gather as much information as she could before she escaped. It couldn't be that hard. Her plan didn't seem to have any flaws, yet.

Smiling slightly, Nicki turned to face the three inside of the warehouse. It looked amazing in the inside despite looking like absolute shit on the outside. Listening to Dyne like the android she was, she sauntered over and grinned slightly. "Really? It's good to hear such a...nice compliment." She smiled with her full lips before her head was turned to the side by the Russian. The accent sent chills down her spine, and she fought the urge to fall into her arms. "Nicki. You're accent is amazing. It's hard not to swoon over someone like you." The chocolate android commented while her hazel eyes took in the decor before she felt a cold tongue slide up her neck. Moaning softly, she turned to face Sascha. "Those are secrets I cannot tell." She whispered in her neck in a sultry voice.