As he entered the suite, the inanimate A.I. was laying on the bed; the Madame smiled and inserted the chip. 

The cyborg frame morphed beautifully and hypnotically into the handsome Idris Elba, coming to life he blinked his big brown eyes and turned to David who blushed from ear to ear. The Madame scanned the chip on his wrist.

‘You have one hour, Mr Penny,’ and she left the room quietly, closing the door. Music faded in, the lights dimmed and the fire ignited. 

A.I. Idris smiled seductively at him. David audibly gulped and clenched his bum cheeks. He had been waiting for ever to make this happen and now it was here he hadn’t a clue where to start. It was just a fantasy, he told himself, it doesn’t matter what I look like. Yet subconsciously he sucked his tummy in. 

‘Let me help you relax David.’ A.I. Idris stood up from the bed, his tall frame filling the room. The firelight glistened off his ripped torso, a dark polished mahogany. His appendage swinging heavily as he walked across the room, David melted like hot butter into his strong arms. Their lips met, so warm, so soft, so inviting, a slight metallic taste.

There was an insatiable hunger as they pressed against each other. First the jacket, then the shirt, button by button, slipped off his shoulders. The belt, the fly, the eagerness, restricted by the growing bulge in his underwear.

In moments they were both naked; A.I.Idris lifted David up with one arm and dropped him on the soft mattress; its own heaviness followed. Entwined their sweaty bodies writhed together, almost as if trying to become one. They groped, caressed, kissed every inch of each other's' bodies. He pulled away and moved to sit astride A.I.Idris, taking in the sheer beauty and perfection of this mirage. 

Starting at his mouth David kissed his way down, chin, neck, chest, torso, pubis. His prize the majestic phallus, kissing from the tip all the way to its root.

Suddenly the lights came on and shattered the illusion. A.I.Idris alas was no more. David was suddenly conscious of the cold hard lifeless metal beneath him. An automated voice note said, ‘We hope you enjoyed your visit, come again soon!’ 
The Madame was at the open door. He scrabbled in his pocket for his credit card in desperation and swiped it on the machine. Declined.

Craig Binch