Something to do with Iron Man... (Patreon)

Thirty miles away in downtown Los Angeles, Pussy Potts, Project Supervisor for Stark Enterprises, was checking her watch. Ninety minutes until her presentation. Plenty of time for a quick… check.

She walked up to the six foot four robot who smiled politely down at her, lean and mean. He had neat shoulders, a nicely tapering torso, and sculpted legs. His body was patterned after an athlete who had starred in some forgettable movies, while his face resembled his creator, Tanya—though morphed into masculinity and further disguised with a beard. The in-joke would’ve gone unrecognized, except for his penis. All ten inches were a perfect replica of Tanya’s favorite dildo, which Pussy was intimately familiar with.

“Well, Fin, not much longer until you become a man,” she told him. “Any comments?”

“You’re beautiful,” Fin said, running a seduction subroutine Tanya had programmed personally.

“You’re beautiful,” his brothers echoed—Fang and Foom. More of Stark Enterprises’ collaboration with Bad Dragon.

“Thank you,” Pussy said curtly. It was only meant as a come-on, but it wasn’t inaccurate. By accident of birth, Pussy had a model’s body to hold her executive’s brain. If the robots were designed after her, she easily could’ve been her own arm candy.

Her dress, however, was conservative, at least for her world. To Tony Stark, or rather Pepper Potts and Maria Hill, the skirt would’ve struck them as much tighter and shorter than would be appropriate for an office environment. They would’ve similarly noted that her blouse was skintight and sheer; it would’ve shown off the straps of her bra if she wore one. Her jacket only had one button—with it done up, her nipples were covered, but an impressive amount of cleavage and her flat belly were exposed, just as were her perfectly curved thighs underneath her skirt, and her juicy ass inside its tight leather contours.

Even if Fin the robot weren’t programmed for it, he would want her. And Pussy had no problem letting him have her. She pulled Fin’s head to her and kissed him. God, he was responsive, his lips opening, his tongue shooting into her mouth, his breath warm, his gasp sincere. You needed those things for a sexbot. He had to be more manly than a man.