CONTENT WARNING: gets a little bdsm steamy heh. consider yourself warned.

•*•Astra's POV•*•

I need to download Tinder or something, I thought to myself as I stepped out of the shower.

Last night was... interesting, to say the least. I went to bed pretty quickly after Connor left, but the dreams I had didn't help dry my panties at all. I needed dick. And I sure as hell wasn't going to seduce my coworker for it.

On top of it being a work faux pas, it raised several ethical and moral questions. Sure, androids did have the capability to satisfy their human partners, or so I read in a magazine, but should they?

Regardless, I was determined to direct my sexual frustration elsewhere. I grabbed my phone and immediately downloaded Tinder. I had some time to kill before meeting Hank and Connor at Jimmy's so I though I could maybe meet up with someone.

What to put as my bio, I thought.

"Astra, 24, Recent transplant from Seattle. Looking for someone to give me a tour of downtown, if you catch my drift."

There, I thought. Now all the fuckboys will start lining up and I can have my pick!

I set my phone down and sprayed some product in my hair. If I was going to get dicked down, I wanted my hair to be as shiny and soft as ever. I swiped on some mascara and blush then picked my phone back up.

I opened Tinder and starting swiping on everyone I saw. Easier to say yes to everyone then weed out from there. Several of the swipes turned into matches, but I just let them be. Rule one of Tinder, let them make the first move.

I walked to my closet to find an outfit. Something sexy, but still subtle. And black. Lots and lots of black.

I had finally settled on a strappy black top with some ripped black denim jeans when my phone dinged with a match. Perhaps my first suitor? I thought to myself.

When I unlocked my phone, I was greated by a rugged face. Scruffy beard, a scar across the nose, and a devilish scowl. You seem like a good time, now don't you, Mr.... Gavin.

"Gavin, 36, If you've ever said fuck the police, now is your chance," read his bio.

He's funny, he down to fuck, AND a cop. He probably has handcuffs. Less for me to provide.

Another ding came from my phone. A message from Mr. Gavin himself. I clicked on it.

Gavin: I happen to be a professional tour guide. When are you looking to book?

I smirked. Bingo, I thought. I liked a man who got straight to the point.

Astra: Professional, you say? I'm free right now if you want to be a risk taker.

I walked out of my room and sat at the couch, grabbing my grinder. My phone dinged before I could even begin to roll a joint.

Gavin: I'm sure no one will miss me if I leave work for a bit. My place or yours?

I smirked and sent my address back in response. Nothing better to christen the new place with than a man who I'll probably never see again. I took a quick screenshot of Gavin and sent it to Frankie.

Astra: Look who's coming over right now 😏

Frankie: oh my god you sure don't waste any time lol what about Mr. Robot?

Astra: He's my coworker, man. I don't wanna cross that line.

Frankie: Eh, makes sense. Can't say I would do the same tho... that boy could get it 🥵

I laughed and turned my phone off. I finished rolling my joint and was about to light up when my doorbell rang. Guess we'll be sharing this one, I thought to myself as I carried the joint to the door with me, lighter in my pocket.

I opened the door. He was shorter than I was anticipating, but still taller than I was.

"Gavin, I presume?"

He smirked. "That would be correct.

"Come on in," I said, opening the door to let him in.

"Nice place," he said as he looked around. "What do you do to afford this kind of place on your own?"

"I'm a psychological consultant. My job pays for my housing," I replied, walking to the kitchen. "Would you like something to drink? I have a fully stocked liquor cabinet as well as water and apple juice in the fridge."

"Water is fine."

I handed him a chilled bottle. "I was just about to light up," I said, flashing him the joint. "Wanna join me?"

He nodded and I led him to my balcony overlooking the city. I lit the joint and took a hit before passing it to him.

"You said you moved from Seattle. When did you get here?" he asked, blowing into the air.

"Yesterday afternoon."

"Well you certainly don't wait long," he laughed. "My kinda girl."

"Eh, what can I say. A girl has needs."

When I was sufficiently high, I put the joint out and left the roach in my ashtray. I looked at Gavin, who was resting his elbows against the railing.

"Your bio said you're a cop?" I asked, taking a step toward him.

"Detective, actually." He smirked.

"Got any handcuffs?"

He reached around to the back of his belt and procured a pair of cuffs, dangling them from one finger. "Now what kind of cop would I be if I didn't?"

I reached for them. "An awfully boring one, that's for sure."

"So are you wearing these or am I?" he asked, smirking.

"Hmm," I said. "I've been awfully bad, Detective..."

"Reed."

"Detective Reed. I think it's in your best interest if you arrest me," I said, moving one hand to his collar and pulling him toward me.

He grabbed both of my wrists in one fluid motion then went for the cuffs. "I think you may be right."

He quickly cuffed my hands behind my back and pushed me to my knees. "Are you gonna cooperate?"

I blinked up at him as innocently as possible. "What'll you do if I don't?"

He grabbed a fistful of my hair, making me whimper, then leaned down close to my face. "Then I'll just have to make you."