Her authentic shyness played well with the sperm bank clientele who were embarrassed themselves by the nature of their visit. Xxx A clandestine operation run by sex clones, for sex clones. Sierra paused mid-sip, eyes darting like she expected goons from the cloning clinic to burst into the room and repossess their property. “Does it taste better warmed up?” Sierra (or Sierra 2, if she was being honest with herself) watched her coworker sip on a cup that had spent some time in the break room microwave. “I’m so sorry for making you wait… “Would you be interested in some assistance?”
“You mean… “I’m so, so sorry,” he said once recovered from the intensity of the experience. A place where they can suck and swallow all the baby batter they can drink without having to call anyone master or daddy. Maybe your clone will know her place
