It is the gentle low rumble of a male voice she hears first. Eyes still closed, B takes a moment to feel her body waking. The man's hands gently remove the rubberised head piece. B remembers the funky little sensors peppering the inside. She opens her eyes and adjusts to the softly dimmed lighting.

K smiles at her warmly. "How are you feeling?"

"How long was I out?"

"You weren't really out, you were asleep. A couple of hours. It's all good."

"Did it work?"

"Come and see."

B accepts his hand and rises from the thing she's not supposed to call an operating table. As her bare feet touch the soft floor, she feels into its texture and warmth. Her toes grip and try to sink in. She catches herself in a mirror on the wall - the silk robe they gave her actually drapes her body with a kind of allure. That's a good colour, she should...

But K interrupts her thought by opening a door and flashing a smile. The words 'this way' instantly set off a kaleidoscope of butterflies in her stomach. Right. This is it. Pfoof... Let's see.

B enters what looks like an art gallery shop. A slick narrow room, with designer lighting and glass shelves on both sides, all stocked up with artefacts. Unusual artefacts. Quite a few of them.

"Wow! Is that... all of them?" asks B.

"Yep, every single one."

She takes in the extraordinary sight. The full length of the room, every shelf is lined up with cocks! Erect, semi-erect, flaccid, complete with testicles, all beautifully, realistically made out of high quality, see-through material, the colour of amber. Dozens of them. Real yet not, they look beautiful. And so tempting. B feels a strong urge to touch them.

As if reading her mind, K nods his encouragement. It's ok, she is supposed to touch, to have a feel of any she liks, all of them if she wants. How else would she choose?

B steps forward eagerly and her hands reach out for the first model. It's not just the lifelike detail, it's the feel that is amazing - just the right balance between soft and firm, genuinely skin-like to the touch. As she handles the artefact with her hands, K reads out from his tablet - "Jason D".

"I know" smiles B, "I remember the little vasectomy scar."

K asks - "Shall I..."

"No thanks. That one goes under... tolerable."

K nods understandingly and they move on.

Getting into this now, B picks up another cock. Prominent veins, a gentle curve, substance...

"Don't tell me... - uncle Simon?" K nods confirming the identity on his tablet. B giggles, then rushes to ad - "He wasn't my actual uncle, by the way. He was a... nevermind."

B moves on. Touching more cocks. Feeling little drops of sweat form between her toes. Her personal tell-tale sign of building excitement.

A new cock in her hands. The shape and size are quite average, so B is surprised by its weight. Looks at K. There is a hint of pride in his voice. "We did say 100% realistic. Smell it, if you like." B looks dubious, then tentatively takes a sniff of the 3D printed cock in her hands. "Wow! Jimmy! How weird. It really smells like Jimmy." K checks his tablet, it is indeed Jimmy D.

B puts Jimmy back on the shelf. Then considers. A flashback makes her sigh. Hm... Still, no, Jimmy stays on the shelf. She looks at K and whispers a mock-guilty explanation "Seven years was plenty."

The next cock puzzles her. It feels good in her hands, and familiar, she's trying to remember, she squeezes it, smells it, nestles it between her breasts... It feels so... Nope. She can't remember... Looks at K, who checks his tablet and reads "camper-van man, Glastonbury". B's eyes open wide. Ha! Yes to this one.

K makes a note on his tablet and they move on...

Cock after cock after cock. B is flying now. This is better than a shoe wardrobe. She's no longer choosing which one to lift up, she tests each one. Every cock gets a chance - to be felt, rubbed, squeezed, sniffed... Some she even goes back to for a second chance...

"Am I taking too long?" B is suddenly concerned.

"Not at all, take as long as you like..."

"How many so far?"

"Two - camper-van man and Bruno T."

B grabs the next cock. Then immediately slams it back on the shelf. Dark shadow sweeps her face.

As she moves on, K discreetly picks it up and puts it in a box, out of sight.

Meanwhile, B is cuddling and smelling a semi-erect, circumcised bundle of cosyness. "Stephen. Stevie boy. Aww." K looks poised to take note, but B shakes her head. "Oh, no, no, no. Thanks. That one still smells of 'almost but not quite'."

K laughs. "I swear, you're the most fun client we've ever had."

B chuckles, then as if to prove a point, closes her eyes and reaches for the next cock. It is nicely shaped, but with no unique marks or features. B holds it, smells it then suddenly squeals with joy.

"Robert! Robby"

"Er, I have Martin here."

"Yeah, whatever. He was... vibrant"

B is struck by a naughty thought...

"Er, actually, could I perhaps...?"

She doesn't need to finish her sentence, K smiles understandingly and turns around. B glances nervously - checks for CCTV, there is none. She then opens her robe a bit and slides the 3D printed Robby/Martin/whatever against her labia. Sensations and flashbacks sweep up her mind and body. She keeps pressing the cock against her, badly tempted to slide it in. Just a little bit. Just the tip. Then a deep sigh and she puts it back on the shelf.

"Okay." she signals to K to turn around.

"A keeper?"

B winks at him naughtily.

And on and on it goes, cock after cock, B feels her way through memories until they get to the end of the room.

"Wow! We're done!"

"Kind of done. You could also say, ready to begin."

B's face lights up. "Show me."

K opens the door and leads her to the most beautiful lounge, with dimmed lighting, and a glass wall allowing a spectacular view of the city at night. A freestanding copper bath on one side, an emperor size bed on the other. She is blown away. Then notes the music...

"You didn't! How did you...?"

"Seriously? - smiles K - We read your mind, remember?"

"Ah, of course. Duh."

"Please make yourself comfortable. You chose 4, so it will take about an hour, I reckon. Drinks cabinet is over there. Just, relax and enjoy yourself."

B nods gratefully and starts running a bath.

...

It is an hour later when she wakes up to K's gentle voice. They smile at each other and she asks for a towel.

"Of course. Or, why not let them do it?"

B follows K's hand gesture and gasps in astonishment.

Standing in the middle of the lounge are four male figures. Androids, made out of the same see-through amber substance as the cocks were. In fact, though their bodies are all the same, and 3D printed to the most minute, naturalistic detail, their cocks are all different. Each one represents one of the cocks B chose as a keeper, earlier.

She is stupefied. The androids are fully alive, looking at her with kind, warm eyes.

Then one of them speaks up: "Hello B! Nice to meet you."

Still incredulous, B looks at K as if for assurance.

"Yes, they speak, they move, they smell exactly as the ex-lovers they represent. Better than that, they each will make love exactly like the original. And in this case, they also span around 22 years of your life."

Then, one of the androids steps forward, with a big lush bath towel in his hands. The others join him and surround the bath. B rises and lets them wrap her naked wet body.

And they do. Gently, lovingly. Then lift her, cosily wrapped up, and carry her over to the huge bed. B reaches out with her hands to touch them. They feel warm and firm. They smell clean and unique and real. So very real.

As 4 pairs of keen yet mindful hands start unwrapping B from the bath towel, K quietly leaves the room.

The last thing he hears is B's deep, soul-caressing moan of pleasure as she submits herself to her lovers.