“This is foolish,” she told herself, as she sped up to try to catch the flashy module eluding her.  It was deliberately leading her onward despite the miles they had already traveled, and the 120mph speeds they were both pushing. 
     “Why am I even bothering?” She asked herself, but she knew the answer. 
     It was her boundaries that had been crossed over by a lone male in a mod colored to show it was owned by…
     ”What the hell?”
      She watched incredulously as the driver attempted to pull a U-turn, dangerous at any speed over 50mph, but doubly so at their speed.  He miscalculated, or the mod was unable to respond, and he ended up spinning in circles while she screeched to stop just inches from the now-stationary vehicle, smoke streaming from the tire treads as well as the engine.
     Trying to regain composure and quiet her heart, now palpitating at about 200 beats per minute, she watched as the male casually got out of the module, smiling, and draped his lean, muscular frame against the door he had just exited.
     Warily she opened her door and stepped onto the hot pavement, sizing up her competition as she approached him.  
     “His body is perfect”, she thought, “Chiseled features…lean, hard lines showing through his tight driving jumpsuit. Has to be an unnatural.”
     She knew that perfect physiques were not always unnaturals; she herself was evidence of that, though not many naturals seemed to care anymore what they had degenerated into.  She forced herself to stop admiring his masculinity, and instead studied his face as she slowly moved towards him.
     Yes, there were the signs…difficult to see, but unmistakable to the expert eye: his features were symmetrical.  His face was as perfect as his body. 
     “Funny,” she mused, “How care was taken that in every other aspect they are perfect human copies…but the symmetry of the faces always gives them away.”
     “So what were you doing crossing my borders?” she snapped at him, to take her mind off of how magnetic his physical attributes were.
     “Driving fast,” he answered her in a lazy drawl.  “I like to drive fast, and there are so few other modules around out here that I can test it to the limits.” 
     He sized her up then, saying,” You must like it too, to give chase so suddenly and so relentlessly.  I’ve lost most other drivers at 100!”
     She ignored the implied compliment and icily stared at him. 
     “I’m not most other drivers!”
     “So I see.  I’ve never seen a natural as good-looking as you.  Are you Ariel herself, or another high-ranker?”
     “Best find out what he wants first,” she thought.
     “Are you one of Natira’s?  She must be really improving her tastes to have had one like you made.”
     He smiled at the admiring tone in her voice and nodded, inclining his head toward the module.
     “I know they’re her colors.  She wouldn’t let a worker have this flashy or fast of a module, so you’re a body-slave, right?” 
     Her tone was neutral, simply stating what appeared to be an obvious fact.
     His eyes narrowed, the bright green changing to a steely glint as he disdainfully sneered.
     “Body-slave, my ass!  They have no more individuality than a worker!  She knows you are working on independent-thinking models…what makes you think you are the only one?” 
     Instantly he looked guilty for having spoken so rashly, without thinking.
     “So she has hired new programmers!  I had heard, but confirmation is hard to come by.  You could be a very valuable addition to my personal collection,” she mused out loud.
     She moved closer to him.  Sensing the tightening of his body as she neared him, she realized he was more human than any unnatural she had ever been this close to.  Almost unconsciously she began to breathe quicker, as she felt her own skin prickle, her muscles tightening in answer to his.  Very slowly, she reached her hand across the inches in-between their bodies, and grasped the bulge now apparent between his thighs.
     She almost whispered, “Is loyalty one of your traits?”
     His breathing was rising and falling quicker now also…she wasn’t sure if it was a pre-programmed reaction to hers, or an independent choice on his part.   
     His voice sounded husky, as he answered, “Yes, loyalty is one of my traits.  But so is a hunger for excitement, something that I’ve been lacking lately.”
     He shrugged, resting his large, masculine hands on his hips almost defiantly.
      “Make me an offer, Beautiful Lady.”
     “Could I excite you enough to demonstrate how talented you are?”      She was shocked at her lack of propriety, but no one ever drove these roads anymore except for her.  And it had been such a long time since anyone, natural or unnatural, had been able to get her to respond so intensely…so against her own better judgment.
     Ignoring the fact that the answer to her question was hardening in her hand as she waited for a response, he automatically opened his mouth as if to answer her direct question.  No sound came from him, as he appeared to think it over for a moment. 
     Then he leaned his head down to kiss her lips…softly at first, then more urgently as she responded with a sigh.  He parted her lips with his tongue, while one arm cradled her shoulders, and the other moved down so he could pull her waist closer to his body. 
     Satisfied with his implicit answer, she put one arm around his neck, holding his face to hers.  She slid the other hand around to stroke his lower back, eliciting an almost surprised reaction from his pelvis, which jerked forward to grind his erection into her.
     They awkwardly fumbled with removing their driving suits.  He said the things he was programmed to say, about how beautiful and desirable she was, while she studied him with her professional eye, admiring how well-built he was.    
     “Natira’s programmers have gotten exceptionally good at making them look life-like!  He’s better looking than any natural I’ve ever seen naked.”
     She laughed then, inwardly, since it had been so long since she had had a natural sexual partner that she had almost forgotten what it was like.  Too much trouble and emotional turmoil involved there.  So much easier to own an unnatural or two, who only performed when you wanted them to, and who never made any demands on you.
     They spread their jumpsuits on the hot pavement and lowered themselves down to the ground.  Running his hands over her body, he looked surprised.
     “You really are almost perfect, aren’t you?  Tight skin, strong defined muscles…you must be some kind of throw-back to what naturals used to be like.  I’ve never seen anything like you before.”
     She was busy with her hands also.  She ran her one hand across his chest, noticing that dark curly hair had been added to his artificial skin, so that he was more real-looking than any man that she had been able to create.  His reactions to her touches were very human.  And he responded as if he actually felt what she was doing, when she traced the line of his body hair down to his pubic area, and grasped him in her hand.  It almost seemed as if he twitched in response to her stimulating him. 
     “His sensory processors must be even more state-of-the-art than my designers have been able to produce. I wonder just how real he is?”   
     She had to know.  And there was only one way to find out.  She smiled to herself.
     “Sometimes I really love my job!”
     She leaned over him and licked at his right nipple… he gasped.  She licked across his chest to the other one…he moaned.  She pushed up and swung herself over him, straddling him.   Unnaturals were not allowed to be the dominants, unless they had been told to.  But he was allowed to touch.
     He moved his head up to lick and suck at her nipples, making her feel like her juices were running down her legs… she was surprised to realize that they actually were.  Without missing a lick, he grasped himself in one hand and began to rub the head of his massive erection against her, getting slick from her, making her moan.  She quivered with the raw need to be filled by him.
     Suddenly she pushed herself downward onto him, her slippery passage welcoming him into her body.  She began to move her hips back and forth, sideways and in a rolling motion, enjoying the feeling of fullness he created in her.   She abandoned herself to the sheer physical pleasure that she hadn’t felt for years. 
     He met her with equal intensity, thrusting his pelvis up, raising them both up off the ground with his strength.  He held both of her butt cheeks with one large hand, and ground himself into her.  He used the finger of his other hand to twist her nipples, pulling them both together, rubbing them between his fingers.
     She felt a distant heat that grew closer with every movement.  She felt like he was setting her on fire.  Then she exploded into flames, screaming out her orgasms over and over again.
     She was barely conscious of his abandoning the submissive role he was programmed to perform.  He roughly pushed her over and held her hands down over her head, while he relentlessly drove himself into her slick center.   He stiffened, then shuddered with a groan, as he had the most human-feeling release she had ever felt from an unnatural.  He collapsed onto her, then lay still, his body partially on top of hers, his breathing almost as ragged as hers.  She felt his entire being relax before he rolled onto his side next to her.  He rested his head on his hand and used his other hand to brush across her skin, making her feel every hair twitch as her cells tingled in response to his touch.
     “Not bad for a machine, huh?” he asked her with a sardonic grin and a challenge in his eyes.
     “You’re almost too good to even be an unnatural, much less a machine!”
     She searched his face again.
     “If I didn’t know better…”
     She shook her head.
     “That bitch!  She’ll make a fortune with others like you!”
     He rolled his eyes and grimaced.
     “Maybe, maybe not.”
     “How so?”
     “In order for me to be so nearly natural, some undesirable qualities had to be programmed in.  Along with independent action and thought comes a mind of my own.  I don’t take orders well, and I disobey them frequently.  I’m actually a proto-type, and she hasn’t decided yet if I’m worth mass-producing…or if I’m more trouble than I’m worth.  You see as I mature, I find myself loathe to touch anyone less perfect than I am, which means I’m on Natira’s shit list right now!”
     With a grin, Ariel remembered the last time she had attended a meeting with her arch-rival in business.  Natira was bloated with excess food and drink, flabby from lack of exercise, and sour-tempered, since she was used to getting her own way all of the time.  In other words, she was the quintessential natural…what most of the human race had degenerated into.  And yet they demanded perfection from their unnatural companions. 
     “Has she lost any more teeth or hair since I last saw her?” Ariel asked innocently, which made them both smile.
     “She probably has since I last saw her, and that was right before I decided to take her sportiest module for a very fast drive!  She can’t fit into it anymore, so the only way she could find out it’s missing, is from the workers I gave some time off to…in her name, of course.  It was the only way to get it out of the parking garage.”
     “She’ll disconnect you when you get back,” Ariel chided, then immediately regretted how true her words were, as he winced, nodding in agreement.
     “Probably.  It won’t be the first time…but she’s threatened it will be the last time!”
     “No!  That’s not right!” She almost shouted, repeating a refrain she had echoed since her own childhood.
     “Have you ever done it?” He asked her, watching her face.
     “Yes, but…”
     “Then it can’t be that hard to do.”
     He turned his head away from her. 
     “You didn’t let me finish!  I’ve had it done to the old ones, who can’t function anymore…or to those who need so many new parts, it’s better to dismantle them for their parts.  But you’re so different…almost natural,” she almost whispered.
     “It would be like murder.”
     She shuddered involuntarily.
     He turned his face back to hers now, and smiled almost wistfully.
     “Natira’s right.  You are too soft to be in this business.  She says that’s your problem…why she is usually one jump ahead of you.  She treats us like the merchandise that we are, while you sentimentally treat your unnaturals like real people.”
      “But unnaturals have evolved to such sophistication, especially with the new technology that produced you, that you are almost real.  What does it really mean to be human anyway?”
     She looked into his eyes and with a shock realized that she couldn’t allow him to go back, to be turned off.
     “You have wit, style, grace, and you’re a wild man in bed…or I presume you are, since you are so good on pavement!”
     He smiled at her, the embodiment of naughtiness, his fingers lightly brushing her nipples, reminding her of what had just happened between them.
     “How can I convince you to come back with me?” 
     Her fingers now strayed down to the area of most interest to her, no matter that it was synthetic hair, skin, and blood.  She forgot who and what he was, and remembered only that she had learned long ago, before she ever had an unnatural, what convinced natural men to do as she wanted them to. 
     Slowly she bent over him, her hair brushing along his chest…his stomach…his thighs…until she took him into her mouth and swallowed hard.  He gasped, instantly hard, yet shocked, unsure of what she was going to do next.  She continued to do what she had been taught to do by the first man she had loved: she savored every inch of him, licking, lapping, sucking, enjoying his shock as much as her own misbehavior. She held him in her hand and trailed her tongue around the ball sac that held the micro-processors that controlled his ability to please her.  She buried her face in the artificial hair and inhaled deeply, before she returned to swallowing him, carefully controlling her own gag reflex, as she enjoyed his size and length.
     The lack of smell to his skin might have been a turn-off to anyone else, but Ariel had long since grown used to being around people who didn’t smell human.  She actually preferred it.
     When his groans became audible, she realized he was lost in the pleasure she was giving him.  When he grabbed her hair to force her head down further, and began to grind into her face she knew it was time.  She quickly moved on top of him, sliding herself down onto the incredibly real erection that now felt twice as long and hard as it had the first time.
     Then there was no time for thought, as instinct took over for her, and they rocked and rolled, clawing at each other, each groaning to signal their nearing pleasure.  As she heard him yell, she gasped, then screamed, and felt her inner muscles clench him like a vise, as she came again and again, in a seemingly endless chain of orgasms.  Finally she collapsed onto him, spent with her efforts, oblivious to all sensations except the warmth that flooded every cell of her body.
     After a time she felt his arms move.  His hands raked into her hair, as he pulled her head up, to force her to look at him.
     “No one has ever done anything to me with the sole purpose of giving me pleasure!  I have never felt like anything but the servant that I was created to be.  But you…”
     He stopped, as if words were not presenting themselves to him fast enough.
     “Beautiful Lady, whoever you are, if you still want me to come with you, I am yours, body and essence.”
     Ariel had a fleeting thought that she would have to keep a very close eye on this one, not only because he was just so good-looking.  He might be a spy sent by Natira, to learn what her company was researching.  But unnaturals had been programmed from day one, with their primary circuitry including truth-telling to naturals.  Theoretically, he should not be able to lie to her, or to pretend to be anything other than what he was.  That was the main advantage of having unnatural lovers over natural ones. 
     So, should she trust him?  Probably not.  But then, keeping this one very close to her would be a pleasure!  And having him choose to join her camp, bringing his new circuitry with him in his body, was a major coup that held great promise for causing Natira untold aggravation. 
     “Besides” she thought to herself, “Someone has to investigate just what such a man is capable of!” 
     She smiled, before kissing him to seal their bargain.