The Oldest Profession Ch. 0.1

The door to the conference room opened then, in filed several women; all of them surprisingly busty, with unusually wide hips, like the Whorebots they were. They each wore stolen military dresses, but two redheads had their breasts exposed, as they hauled in the slumbering, nude forms of the men that had been assigned to guard the conference chamber. One unit, an African-American model walked over to the room's security surveillance camera, and with a segmented antennae that extended from her raised fingernail, she inserted it into the device, reprogramming it. Celeste smiled; her children had arrived.

There would be more, and more, and more yet.....

To be continued; if I get any feedback.