Simulation

Poor Oliver Davis tried doing things the right way. Job, family, house in the suburbs — the whole dream. Instead he got dead-end work and an apartment with nothing but bad lighting and takeout containers. So he started clocking out early, jamming on a headset and letting Lucky Fate and Vanessa Sky go at it while he tugged his cock to their writhing, sweaty avatars. For a while that got him off. Eventually it didn't even twitch anymore. That's when Tommy Pistol walks up grinning and hands him a USB. Turns out he's cooked up a digital fuck-toy of their boss, Dee Williams. "She'll do whatever you want," he says. Oliver loads the file. Next thing you know Dee's on her knees, tits out, following every filthy order he spits at her. Fuck her throat? Fine. Ride him until he busts inside the pixels? Sure. Then Oliver gets greedy. Thinks maybe Gal Ritchie deserves a virtual copy too. Kid starts building more, tweaking more, twisting more, until he can't tell if the hand on his dick is made of code or the real thing walking past his desk the next morning.