Zane took two steps at a time as he exited the underground station. Not that he was in a hurry. Today, he just had a spring in his step. Maybe it was his whistling that led to two police patrols stopping him and checking his credentials. Not that Zane minded. Nothing could ruin his good mood.

The Bexter Commercial Tower was only four blocks away and Zane made it in record time. Slipping into the service entrance, Zane went straight to the service elevators. Today, he was lucky. It could take up to ten minutes for an elevator to arrive. Today, it only took half a minute.

The doors slipped open and Zane gave a nod to the security guard inside. "Morning James."

"Morning. Someone is in a good mood," the guard replied. "What you got there?"

Zane's first impulse was to clutch the paper box closer to him. Then relented and gave James a peek. "Only donuts."

"Only donuts," James repeated. "Some wouldn't mind to relief you of one."

Zane knew just how to counter. "Thankfully, I am riding with the one security guard who isn't corrupt."

"Of course, I am not inspecting or say, even confiscating one of those." The slight hurt Zane could hear in James' voice was playful. They had been at it before. "But if you would like help later today, one donated sugary delight goes a long way."

"And get in trouble with your husband? Aren't you on a diet?" But then, Zane got thinking. James was the guy you wanted on your side. He knew stuff in the building before they happened. Security inspections or mandatory fire drills. "What kind of help and why?"

James shrugged. "Can't tell. I'd be in so much trouble with so many people."

Zane thought hard. He only had four donuts. One for each of his co-workers - provided Myrna showed up - and one for himself. Reluctant, Zane opened up the box and took one donut out. "If you burn me on this one-"

James raised his hands in protest. "I would never. Tell you what. If you think, by the end of the day, this hasn't been worth it, then I'll bring a box for you tomorrow."

Zane gave a sigh. "Deal." There did go his donut. He had been looking forward to it.

James took a bite and looked blissful. Then, with a half-full mouth, he asked: "So, what has gotten you in a good mood?"

Just as Zane was about to reply, the elevator stopped on his floor. "Gotta tell you later. Don't wanna be late."

"You have fun," James said. Waving with the donut. Just as the doors closed, he spoke up again. "Remember. Find me if you need help. I'll be-"

The rest was swallowed as the doors closed. Shrugging, Zane made his way to Castro Analytics. Scanning his ID, Zane pushed into the office. Grinning widely, he found his co-workers inside the break room. "Good morning to you two."

"What's gotten you this fuckin' cheerful in the early mornin'?" Allan Roth immediately shot back. The older man could be a bit grumpy on the best of days. But as Zane knew, if one dug hard enough, one would find that Allan was a decent person. They'd probably find more grumpiness too.

"Oh, don't listen to that old coot." Tim was the cheerful one of the duo. Usually, he did the majority of the talking too. "Is that for us? What is the occasion?"

"I am moving out!" Zane proclaimed as he placed the donut box on the table. "Signed my lease for an apartment yesterday. Moving in, next Saturday. Goodbye to the welfare slums."

"Congratulations!" Tim even got up to shake Zane's hand. Allan gave a reply too, but it was too distorted by half chewed donut to be understandable. It was overspoken by Tim anyway. "About time. No wonder you are excited."

"Yeah." Zane sheepishly scratched the back of his head. "Part of me still can't believe it. As if it is too good to be true. You know. Like it could be a dream I could wake up from or something happens and it all goes away."

Tim leaned forward and laid a hand on Zane's shoulder. "Be careful there, Zane. Being grumpy is Allan's territory and he is very protective of it."

"Fuck you!" Allan said on prompt, but took another bite instead of arguing.

"I'll do my best," Zane promised. "So, what's on today's agenda?"

Tim shared a glance with Allan. Not a good sign. His reply was even less so. "Nothing on it, yet."

"Nothing?" Zane had his doubts. "Our workload queue is a mile long." Spotting Tim's data pad on the table, Zane pulled it closer to catch a glimpse. "Candi? Didn't we service her last week?"

Tim and Allan looked at each other. This time it was long enough to count as a starring contest. "You'll explain," Allan spoke up. "Don't you like talking?"

"Fine!" Tim turned to Zane. "Yes, we serviced Candi last week. And you know that she was built for a specific reason."

Of course, he knew her reason to exist. More than that. Zane had experienced it. Candi was an android built for having sex. She also had the mental mods to go along with it. Any soul transferring into it would be subject to them. As Zane had found out before. On his first day, he had transferred into her as a trial by fire. His job was to steer androids while they went through their maintenance inspection. With androids like Candi, this was a whole lot harder.

So far, Zane had been Candi three times. The last two he had immensely enjoyed. Yes, he had sex with his co-workers. While being Candi, he was bisexual by default. But the sex wasn't the best part. Handling a sex bot like Candi was hard for the maintenance staff. And Tim and Allan tried to have the least amount of sex possible to keep their stamina and get through the inspection quickly. Zane on the other hand tried to have as much sex as possible. Sure, as Candi, he wants sex anyway. But Zane liked to challenge his co-workers and make them sweat a bit.

"Built for sex," Zane confirmed. "I think we all can attest to that."

"The point you forget is that she was built for someone." Tim took a moment to look smugly but continued before Allan or Zane had to prompt him. "You see, up on the sixty-fifth floor is a company owned by Richard Besusk. Real slave driver that guy. But whenever his employees finish a big project, he likes to reward them."

"Hence Candi," Zane guessed. "Who gets to be her? The employee of the month?"

"Richard himself. You see, in a way, Richard fucks with his employees every day. Not in the literal sense. You get my meaning. But for such a celebration, all his employees get to fuck their boss. Literally."

As if to underline Tim's last sentence, Allan's pad chimed. The older co-worker took one look at it and sighed. "There it is. Candi Run confirmed."

"Knew it," Tim said before turning back to Zane. "Now, you might wonder what a Candi Run is."

Zane shrugged. "Richard lost control of Candi's urges while being her and now went missing? Fucking who knows whom?"

Tim looked a little surprised but then gave a generous smile. "Not quite. You see, on Friday, we delivered Candi upstairs and took Richard's normal android down with us. Their office party usually takes all weekend. Hence on Monday - today - we are usually tasked to retrieve Candi."

"I don't see the problem," Zane admitted. "Bring up Richard's usual body. Let him transfer. Cart Candi downstairs."

"You forgot two things," Allan chipped in. Helpfully holding up two fingers. "One, Richard is rich. Two, Richard is an asshole."

"A Candi Run is quite simple," Tim said and got a snort from Allan. "Step one. You transfer here into Richard's normal body. Step two. You go upstairs and switch bodies with Richard. Don't worry. He has a booth for that. And step three, get down here so we can store Candi and you can get back into your body."

Zane swallowed. "Get back here? As Candi? That's nuts. Who came up with that madness?"

"Richard," both of his co-workers said in unison.

"Right. We normal mortals are just playthings for the rich and bored." Zane really shouldn't be surprised. "And as the most junior worker, this Candi Run will fall to me. Great. Can I at least count on your help?"

"Sorry. That's not how the run works." Tim didn't sound sorry to Zane. "We'll be here waiting for you."

"And stopping the time," Allan added.

"The time? Why?"

"Oh, Zane." Tim gave him a mischievous grin. "The Candi Run has been going on for years. We all did it at some point in time. Even Myrna. We just like to compare who did best."

"And see who wins the bets," Allan piped in again.

Zane looked at Tim. "Bets?"

"Zane, the Candi Run is no secret. I bet right now the news of Richard's office party spreads like wildlife throughout the tower. Of course, there will be bets. Be aware. Some people will try to help Candi. Just to win the bet. Others will try to delay Candi. Either to win their bet or just to fuck with her."

"Oh great." Zane pinched the bridge of his nose. And the day had started in such a good way. "Is there any ray of light at the end of the tunnel?"

"Richard is rich. And Myrna being Myrna makes him pay dearly for his little amusement. Most of the money goes to Castro Analytics. But if you don't fuck up completely, you can expect a generous bonus."

Now, Zane perked up. He had a stable job now, but a little bit of extra money wouldn't hurt. "What counts as a complete fuck-up?"

Allan waved him off. "Oh, you'll be fine. Just stay inside the tower. If we find you in a pub three blocks down, then you are in trouble."

Zane got a queasy feeling in his stomach. "I'll do my best."

"Then let's get you started," Tim said and gave him an encouraging pat on the shoulder. "The client waits."

Zane took a deep breath and followed Tim. Their next stop was the transference bed. Maintenance on androids could take hours and in the meantime, this bed made sure that Zane's body stayed healthy. It also could transfer a person's soul. Memories and personality included. Though the latter was often slightly overridden by various mods. By now, Zane had gotten used to it. He viewed every job as if it was a dream. One he got paid for. Of course, today's might turn into a nightmare. Still, Zane was oddly intrigued.

Laying down, Zane didn't have to wait long. A brief transition where he felt weight- and bodiless made way for the feeling of a new body.

* * * * Charles * * * *

Opening new eyes, Zane stepped out of a storage alcove. Looking down, he found himself in a male android body. And a three-piece suit that looked like it costs more than Zane now made in a year.

He spotted Allan who tapped on his work pad. "Ah, old chap. Everything appears to be fine. No unwelcome stiffness anywhere. Quite the spiffy outfit. I guess you lads can call me Richard now."

Allan rolled his eyes. "We named this body Charles. First, we never name bodies after clients. Second, get a move on. Business awaits."

"Of course. Of course." Charles twirled the tiny pencil mustache over his lips. Not that there was much to twirl. "Pray tell, good man, where I ought to be?"

"Fifty-sixth floor," Allan said and waved Charles on. "Your client is waiting at Besusk Financial Consulting."

"Then I'll be on my way."

"Mister Jenkins." Charles tipped his imaginative hat at Tim while passing by.

"Good luck," Tim said. Just before starting a stopwatch. Charles glanced at a nearby clock and noted it was six past eight in the morning.

Charles slandered to the elevator bank. Yes, it appeared he was on a timetable, but no gentleman arrived in a hurry. That just wouldn't do. Whistling a little tune, he waited a few minutes.

As usual, the elevator was packed at this time of the day. "Excuse me. Gents. Ladies."

"Wait. Does that mean a Cand- Ouch!" One of the men rubbed his rips where his co-worker had elbowed him.

"Ahh. My station," Charles said after the third stop.

The receptionist was very happy to see him. "Finally. Get her out of here before she talks me into another round. Just, go right in. Meeting room fifty-six twenty-two."

"Of course. Of course." Charles couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor lad. He looked disheveled. But he was nothing compared to what awaited inside Besusk Financial Consulting. It must have been a hell of a party. It looked like a bomb had gone off.

Charles cringed at the mess. This looked unrefined. Not a classy party at all. Here and there, he spotted workers sleeping in cubicles, on couches, and even on the floor. Wherever exhaustion had struck them. The filth of spilled food and drink was everywhere. Right now, he was Charles. But deep down, the person known as Zane cringed at the wastefulness of it all.

Meeting room fifty-six twenty-two revealed an especially despicable scene. A harlot in a flimsy dress, half torn off her frame, accosted a young lad. "Just one more round."

"About time! I don't think I can last one more time." The young man ushered the android pawing at him towards a transfer booth. Of course, it was Candi. The very same android Charles had to transfer into. "Come on. Step into the booth."

"Ah, the tidings of duty." Charles was appalled to become something such primal. A creature of wanton desire. Nonetheless, there was a duty to perform. The transfer booth had two alcoves and Charles stepped into the opposite one. It didn't take long and the world dimmed around Charles.

* * * * Candi * * * *

Candi stumbled out of the booth and into the arms of a strapping young man. His suit was rumpled, but Candi didn't mind. If she could have her way, he'd lose his boring suit anyway.

"Hey there. Wanna fuck?"

"Sir!" The man looked panicked. "Help?"

A nice-looking older man in an impeccable suit stepped out of the booth. Candi wouldn't have minded tearing it off him. Candi had a thing for older guys. And younger ones. Everything in between too.

"Ah, Dan. Sniffing good job at-" Richard paused. "Who left this android in the bloody English setting? Ah, better. Dan, please escort Miss Candi to the elevators, so we can start cleaning up."

"Oh, I can help," Candi volunteered. "I can clean you up real good. My tongue-"

"We know what your tongue can do," Dan interrupted while pulling Candi out of the meeting room. "You want fun, right? Lots of hard dicks to ride?"

Candi knew she was supposed to do something else. Right! To get to Tim and Allan. Maybe she could suck them off. But both were such party poppers. Always making her do stupid stuff before they could have fun. And Candi wanted to do fun stuff. Especially with hard dicks.

Seeing her nod eagerly, Dan continued. "Well, you rode every dick here. They aren't hard anymore. That can't be fun."

Had she? Candi couldn't remember that. But Candi had been Candi just for so little time. Before Candi, there was another Candi. Maybe she did. So, maybe Candi had. But thinking about that was hard and not fun at all.

"Can we go somewhere fun?"

"Of course!" Dan led her into a big hallway. It looked familiar. "See those metal doors? Just walk into one of them and you will have fun."

Candi brightened up. "And dicks?"

"Plenty of hard dicks, cocks, or peckers. Whatever you want to call them," Another young man chimed in. He was behind some kind of table. Candi knew him. Had seen him before she had become Candi.

"Oh, goodie!" Candi minced over to the elevators in her stripper heels. These were so fun. She could see down on everyone. And everyone could see her. How she pranced around. Her butt swaying around on display. Not to mention that her bosom was at the right height for many men to stare right at them. If only there was someone to do so. Candi pouted. This was getting boring and none of the stupid silver doors opened.

Candi turned around and spotted the young man behind his desk. He looked yummy. Candi was totes sure she could have fun with him. "Hi, sugar."

The man must have been excited too as he jumped up. But instead of looking at Candi, he rushed to the door she just came through. Candi giggled. It looked like she wasn't the only one who had trouble opening doors.

"Dan you asshole! Unlock the door."

Then, it was too late. Candi was upon him. "You can unlock my door," she purred. "With your cock."

The receptionist looked her up and down, before shrugging. "Who knows when the boss throws the next party? Okay, Candi. One more time. But then, you need to go."

"Yay!"

A quarter-hour later, a disheveled receptionist led Candi to the elevator bank. "You have to push a button. Or the doors won't open."

"Right. I know." Candi pouted. "I am not stupid." Just very easily distracted.

She already reached for him again, when one of the elevators opened up. Candi was shoved into it. Not that she minded. "Hello boys," she purred at the three men already in the small cabin. She pressed herself against the nearest one. "What you got there, big boy?"

The man swallowed. Eyes huge. "Birthday cake?" he pressed out.

"It's your birthday?" Candi's eyes lit up. "Want me to blow out your birthday candle?"

"Not his birthday," Another spoke up. But then started to grin. "But we will take you to him. There you can suck and fuck as much as you want."

For the briefest moment, Candi knew she was supposed to go somewhere else. But how could she say no to an orgy?

"Oh, yeah! Candi wants."

"Best idea, ever!" the third man chimed in.

Together, they herded Candi out when the elevator arrived at their floor. Passing hallways Candi had never seen before. Then, she heard singing. "Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you."

Of course, Candi had to chime in. Singing the loudest. "Happy birthday, dear- " She stopped confused until one man whispered "Tommy" to her. "Dear Tommy! Happy birthday, to you. Hey there, stud. Want to unpack your gift? Me? I am your gift if you want."

"You got Candi for me? How?" Tommy was over the moon.

But not as happy as Candi was. She got to blow out a birthday candle. And suck so many dicks. Ride them too. She even took some in her ass. It was heaven. Way more fun than boring old Allan or Tim.

Over an hour later, Candi walked out of the meeting room. The party had wound down as none of the men could stand anymore. They all had silly grins on their faces. But Candi wanted to frown. She couldn't get any of them hard anymore. But surely, she could find more fun. If she just could find the next metal doors.

Wandering at random, Candi spotted a pair of restrooms. She didn't need to pee or something icky like that. But maybe she should freshen up. Look good for the lads. Maybe then she will find more people willing to party with her. But Candi stopped before the restrooms. Which one should she use? Obviously, she was a girl right now. So, the women's restroom was the right one. But the men's restroom might have men in it. It was in the name. Candi felt so smart as she steered towards that one.

But before entering, a woman stepped out of the ladies restroom. One look at Candi and she stopped in her tracks. "Damn, what happened to you girl? Come in. I'll help you clean up."

Candi was ecstatic. Such a nice offer. She took the woman's hand and entered.

"My name is Linda. What's yours, honey?"

Candi beamed. "Candi."

"Candi? Candi, Candi? As in the android Candi."

"Yes!"

Linda took a step back. "No wonder you look like a whore doing a frat house. And smell like it too." Then Linda looked around. Once it was clear they were alone, Linda leaned closer. "Is it true?"

"Yes," Candi confirmed. "My name is Candi."

"No. I mean-" Linda looked conflicted. "Is it true what they say? That you do women too."

Candi frowned. Did she? This Candi had never done it with a woman. Only Tim, Allan, and a lot of studs today. Maybe a different Candi had. Looking at Linda, Candi could immediately imagine how to please her. That made Candi happy.

"I don't know," Candi admitted cheerfully. "Wanna find out?"

Linda blushed but nodded nonetheless.

About forty-five minutes later, Linda escorted Candi to the elevator bank. "Remember, you wanted to get to Castro Analytics. And thanks. You know- For-"

"My pleasure!" Candi was certainly proud to be of service. She liked fucking. It only would have been better if someone had done her at the same time. "Thank you for the blouse and skirt."

Linda had helped too. Maybe she was a little ashamed to take advantage of Candi like that or genuinely wanted to see Candi home. To replace the not-even-good-for-a-wash-rag-dress, Linda had given her a spare blouse and skirt.

"Now, remember. No detours." Linda maneuvered Candi into the elevator. "Here. I'll even press the right floor for you. Damn, I wish I could see you all the way back home, but I am late as it is. Good luck."

Candi beamed and waved. What a nice lady. And now Candi knew she could do women too. With her tongue!

The door closed and Candi reminded herself. She had back to Allan and Tim. Something about them being jerks. Or jerking them off. Something jerky. Candi was sure of it.

The elevator stopped a few moments later and Candi was confused. This wasn't her stop, right? Three guys and a girl pushed into the elevator. Hitting yet another button.

"I think ten is still too extreme."

"Half past ten," one of the quartet corrected. "And I am telling you. We have to arrive a little bit early. Or all the best foods will be gone from the all you can-"

Candi perked up. "All you can fuck?"

Her question got nervous laughter in reply. The closest man tried to explain. "No, the all-you-can-eat buffet on the twenty-second floor. They have a few new menu items that- Wait, don't I know you from somewhere?"

"You do look familiar," a second guy chipped in.

"Oh, I'm Candi," Candi said.

Eyes grew wide. "The Candi? You kind of look like her, but that's not how Candi usually dresses."

"If she even wears anything when she starts her run," another added.

"This?" Candi beamed. "Linda gave it to me. As thanks."

The first guy turned around to his co-workers. "You know what, I think I am not hungry anymore. Gotta find out where that all you can fuck thing takes place. Right, Candi?"

"Oh, can we?" Candi clapped her hands."Right here?"

"Yeah, food can wait," a second relented and the third guy nodded eagerly too.

"Great," the lone woman beside Candi exclaimed. "Yeah, get your dicks wet. Guess I eat alone."

"Oh, you can totally join!" Candi was just too eager to reveal her newfound knowledge. "Linda said my tongue felt like heaven and hell."

The woman blushed deeply. "I- Uhm. Okay."

"Yay!" Candi shouted so loudly that the others winced slightly. Just as the elevator opened. The hallway looked familiar to Candi. Wasn't she supposed to be here? But her new friends were eager to push another button and the elevator moved on.

Again, Candi was herded through hallways and offices. Arriving in an empty meeting room, Candi got what she wanted. An all you can fuck buffet.

An hour later, Candi walked out. Turns out, four people could only fuck so often and her buffet ended early. Wandering at random, Candi got many looks. But no new offers of fucking. Something she really liked. Maybe it was the blouse and skirt. She looked good in it, but did she look sexy?

Candi once again stopped before the silvery doors and stared at her reflection. This simply wouldn't do. Popping the top few buttons showed a nice view of her cleavage. That was definitely better. But could she do better? Of course! Undoing half of the remaining buttons from the bottom up, she got enough fabric to pull it in a knot. Lifting up her bosom further and showed plenty of midriff. Now, that was sexy, Candi decided. If only she could do something about the skirt. Knee length definitely was too long.

Just then, the elevator opened. Revealing a surprised young man who was positively petrified by Candi's looks. Candi bit her lip. He would do. "Hi!" she shimmied up close to him. Despite that the cabin had plenty of room. "Going up?" Candi grabbed his groin. "Definitely! Want me to go down?"

"Actually, this was my-" Recognition set in for the young man. "You are Candi, aren't you?"

"Yes!" Candi beamed. It was so nice that everyone knew her.

He showed a sheepish small grin. "Actually, I think I forgot something in my van. Help me look? I've got a bed down there."

Candi pouted. "But that's boring. Wait, I have a better idea. How about we have sex. Lots and lots of sex. On your bed!"

"R-right." Eager, the young man pressed the button for one of the subfloors. "My name is Allan, by the way."

"Oh, I know an Allan." Something about that bounced around in Candi's head. Probably not important. She rather found out how this Allan looked under his suit. She bet he was muscular. Young Allan had the looks as if he worked out. "But you look way yummier."

Just to confirm her suspension, Candi went in for a kiss. It turned out into heavy making out. Clumsily undressing as they reached the garage of the tower. Thankfully, Allan's van wasn't far. Candi had heard that quite a few workers stored vans here. Not really for driving away. Most were small miniature apartments. With stuff like a fridge, stove, and other boring things.

Candi waited impatiently as Allan converted a bench into a bed. Then she eagerly hopped onto it. Pulling Allan with her. It wasn't the most comfortable bed she had ever used, but it beat meeting room tables, office chairs, or sinks in a restroom. And it delighted her how the van rocked with her as she rocked on Allan. That was fun.

Sadly, young Allan couldn't entertain her for long. She managed to cox out two romps, but then he was just spent. A half-hour after entering it, Candi left the van behind.

But where was she heading? Candi remembered. She had to get to Allan. Not young Allan. Old Allan. And Tim. Why again? Both were such meanies. Always promising her sex and making her do tricks. Move like that. Bend over. Stop grinding against them. Silly things. Boring things.

Candi started to grin. They weren't expecting her. Both knew she liked dicks. That she would run after every man she could. This whole delivery thing was just to avoid having sex with her. But Candi was smart. Yes, she was. And she had figured them out. She would head there and fuck them raw!

Except, she had no idea where she was. She had never been in the garage before. Not even as Zane. Where were the elevators again? There! Candi walked towards it, but then stopped. Candi wasn't stupid. Elevator meant sex. Some men would come, offer sex, and Candi would eagerly follow them. All distractions! She was onto Tim and Allan.

Stairs. No one used stairs. Candi beamed. She had it all figured out. Except, where was the entrance to the stairs? Walking around, she spotted the next best thing. A ramp going up. B-Ten she read. The next level was B-Nine. This would take a while. Maybe she should look for a man. He could help her. Then she could as thanks blow him and-

Candi stomped in her heels. This was no time to get distracted. She would show Tim and Allan she could find her way back. And then, she would fuck them. Yes, she would.

It was on level B-Two when her plans fell apart. A sports car abruptly stopped beside her. "Hey, girl." A handsome man leaned out of his window. "Want to have some fun?"

Of course, Candi wanted fun. But she was on a mission. What was it again? Right. To fuck someone. And that guy looked very fuckable. "Of course. Want me to suck your dick?"

The man chuckled. "You sound like Candi. Kinda look like her too."

"I am Candi too," Candi volunteered.

"Perfect. Get in."

Grinning wildly, Candi minced around the car in her high heels. Only once inside, she asked: "Where are we going, sugar?"

"Call me Dave."

Then, Candi was pressed into her seat when the car leaped forward. Dave threw it into curves and raced up the ramps. It was exciting. Not as good as sex, Candi knew. Nothing was as good as sex. But she screamed in excitement as the car flew over the concrete.

Their joyride came to an abrupt stop as a barrier rose from the floor. Just before the exit. Candi could even see the daylight. A security guard walked onto the road. A familiar face. "I know him, Dave. That's my friend James."

"I know that he is James." Dave didn't sound half as excited as Candi. More on the grumpy side.

James walked to the driver's door and knocked on the window. "Come on Dave. Again? This is the third time you tried to walk out with Candi."

"I am not sure what you are talking about?" Dave tried to smile. "This is my secretary. Alice."

Candi leaned over. Waving excitedly. "Hey, James. I'm Candi." Earning a groan from Dave.

"I know, Candi," James assured her. "Dave. Let her out."

"Oh, come on, James," Dave begged. "I just wanted to take her out for some fun. We'll be back soon."

"Not a chance." James undid the strap of his holster. "Now, Dave."

With a sigh, Dave opened the door for Candi. She gave a big pout but stepped out. "James." The name was drawn out. Nearly a while. "I wanted to fuck him."

James waved her over. "And he wanted to keep you. For as long as he could."

Candi was confused. "Doesn't sound so bad. We can have lots and lots of sex."

James put an arm around her and gently led her to the elevators. "He only has one dick, Candi. Would you really be satisfied with just one dick?"

Candi shuddered. She didn't like the waiting times between sex with Tim or Allan. And that was two dicks. One would be bad. "I want lots of dicks," Candi confirmed.

"Of course, you do," James said to pacify her. "And I will take you to the best dicks in the tower."

Candi brightened up. That was a plan she could get behind. Uh, maybe James would join in. He looked like a stud. But something about that felt wrong. She shouldn't fuck James, but why? Then she remembered. "James, aren't you gay?"

"Of course, I am Candi." He gave her a reassuring squeeze. "But think about it, Candi. Gay guys have dicks and want dicks. We, gays, are the experts. If anyone knows where good dicks are, it's me."

Candi frowned. Something about James' statement felt odd. But Candi couldn't concentrate on it. All the talk about dicks made her so horny. "Where do we need to go?" Candi asked as they entered yet another elevator.

"Up," was James' simple answer. Candi found no flaw in that statement. After all, every time she had rote an elevator today, it had led her to sex.

Two times the elevator stopped and James had to wave off people who wanted to enter. Even more so when they spotted Candi. "You don't want those," James assured her. "I'll take you to the two biggest dicks in the whole building."

Only two? Candi pouted. She had hoped for more. Then she brightened up. Maybe they were thick. Like some of the dildos, she got to ride when doing maintenance. Surely that's what James meant.

The elevator doors opened and James led her out. "Hey, I know where we are."

"I hope so," James said as he pressed the buzzer for Castro Analytics.

"I work here," Candi proudly explained. "Oh, and Tim works here. Allan too."

On that note, Tim opened the door. "Hey, James. Oh, you brought Candi?"

"I promised her the two biggest dicks in the building," James said as he pushed inside with Candi. "Oh, did I say dicks? I meant dickheads."

"Haha. Very funny." Tim turned around and yelled. "Allan! It's James. He brought Candi and stupid jokes."

Candi's most grumpiest co-worker peeked out of the breakroom. "Why did you let him and his stupid muck of a face in?"

Candi pouted. Why was everyone so mean? James had been so nice and they called him stupid. Allan and Tim really were the biggest dickheads. They probably say Candi was stupid too. Candi was not stupid. Somehow, she had to prove it.

She figured it out in no time. They probably wanted sex with her. Everyone did. But Candi wouldn't let them. Resolute, she pushed past everyone. Walking straight to an empty maintenance alcove.

"Candi?" Tim hurried after her. "Where are you going?"

"You were mean to James." She stepped into the alcove. "No sex for you."

Tim looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"I said, no sex for you," Candi repeated. Really, it was Allan and Tim who were stupid. Not her or James. "I know you want it. But I am not gonna fuck you. Now, do that transferry thingy."

Tim gave a chuckle. It only made Candi madder. It looked like he wasn't even upset that he wouldn't be getting any sex. Candi was half-minded to ask when Tim pushed a button and the world went dark.

* * * * Zane * * * *

Zane woke up and slowly pushed up. This had been one of the longer durations he had endured in any android body. And despite the excellent functions this transfer bed had, his original body felt a little stiff.

Then the memories rushed back. Zane had never had that much sex before. Not even as Candi or as any of the other sex-focused androids. How many had it been? Zane tried to count but quickly gave up. Maybe not knowing was for the best.

Getting up, Zane walked out into the middle of a discussion of James, Tim, and Allan. James was shaking his head at just that time. "it was Dave again. Tried to sneak her out. This time, he even dressed Candi up so I wouldn't recognize her."

"In all fairness, it wasn't him who dressed me up," Zane said as he joined the others. "I mean, dressed Candi up. That Dave tried it before?"

"Twice," Allan spoke up. "Asshole is some spoiled rich kid. Everyone in the tower takes a Candi Run as a good-natured challenge. Him? He just has to be an asshole."

"Isn't that kidnapping?" Zane asked. He felt a little weak in the knees thinking about spending the rest of his life as Candi.

"Legal grey zone," James admitted and didn't sound too pleased about it. "Technically the Candi today did get into his car voluntarily. Technically, you don't own Candi's body and him taking her away could count as theft. But good luck making that stick. His father has more lawyers in his pocket than Dave has brain cells."

"Don't worry," Tim said and gave Zane a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. "Ever since M- Someone managed to walk out of the tower as Candi. Walking all the way to a pub three blocks away. Since then, the owner of Candi agreed to have a GPS function installed that we can access. Moment Candi walks out of the tower, we know."

Zane gave a few nods. That was indeed reassuring. Then, he offered James his hand. "Thanks for the assist. And I have to admit, that was a donut well spent."

"My pleasure," James replied. "But don't get me wrong. I would have taken down Dave one way or another."

"Wait, you bribed James?" Tim looked thoughtful. "Maybe on my next Candi Run-"

"Couldn't hurt," James said and gave a laugh.

"You are all cheaters," Allan complained but didn't get any further as a new person joined in.

"Did I miss it?" Myrna asked as she slipped into the office. She was Tim, Allan's, and Zane's boss. "I tried to get here earlier, but-"

"Not soon enough," Tim proclaimed the bad news. "Today's Candi Run ended after four hours and thirty-three minutes."

"Is that good?" Zane asked.

Allan gave a vague wave with the hand. "Middlefield. Upper Middlefield, but nothing special."

"With four hours? I thought I had been slow." But the more Zane thought about it, four and a half hours might not be that bad. He could recall a few moments on his Candi Run where it could have easily gone worse. "I have to know, what was the best run?"

"Twenty-one minutes," Myrna said with a little chuckle.

Zane took a step back. Looking at his boss with doubt. "What? I call bullshit."

"It's true," Tim admitted. "One of Besusk's men tried to show off with his dick size. The Candi from back then wasn't impressed. She said she had bigger dildos and wanted to prove it. Went straight down here to get them."

"Was that your run?" Zane asked Myrna.

"We don't talk about my run here." Myrna gave a warning glare to Tim and Allan. "Ever!"

Tim held up his hands. "Don't worry boss. What happens in the pub stays in the pub." Eliciting a stifled chuckle from Allan and a deeper glare from Myrna.

Giving Tim a last evil eye, Myrna turned around. "James, what brings you here today?"

"Candi," James admitted. "Played knight in shining armor. But speaking of duties. I better get going."

After saying their goodbyes, Zane looked at his co-workers. "Well, that was a lot of excitement for today, but we still got some hours. What's the next point on our agenda."

"Let's see." Tim looked at his pad. "Next android up for maintenance is one called Egon. Fairly easy. Shouldn't take more than two or three hours."

"I think, I have a better idea." Myrna grinned so large that Tim took a step back. "I think Candi needs a deep cleaning. All that gunk men shot into her. Can't be good."

"Her nanites break that down," Allan pointed out.

Myrna wasn't backing down. "Takes too long. I want Candi clean by the end of today."

Zane shrugged. If their boss wanted something, she usually got it. "I'll head to the transfer bed and-"

"I don't think so," Myrna interrupted. Never taking her eyes off Tim. "I think Mister Jenkins here volunteered. Isn't that right?"

"One little joke," Tim complained but headed dutifully to the transfer bed.

"I'll be back later," Myrna promised. Walking off as she usually did. At a fast pace and without saying goodbye.

"Looks like I dodged a round two," Zane joked when he was alone with Allan.

Allan gave an uncharacteristically loud laugh. "Boy, you'll be assistant today. Servicing Candi. Did you really dodge a bullet? Today, you'll be on the other side of the equation."

Zane swallowed. Yes, it looked like there was more sex in his immediate future. Not that it was as bad as Allan suggested. In the past months, after Allan and Tim have left in the evening, Myrna often came by and borrowed Candi for some fun. Of course, their boss needed someone to have fun with. Hence Zane had accumulated a lot of overtime.

"Oh, poor me," Zane said, but couldn't hide a grin.

Zane's job was rarely boring, but today had been special. His first Candi Run. It had been surprisingly fun. And despite one little incident he could have done without, he looked forward to the next run. He just wondered. Next time, would he aim for coming back fast or as late as possible?

To be continued?