Hollywood Clonestars

The clone intrigued Jimmy. He had never seen one before. It danced exactly as he imagined Halle Berry would, had hair like hers and kept throwing glances at him, sultry Die Another Day looks that drew him towards it like a tractor beam. He knew the whole scam behind clones; they could charge double or triple what normal girls could, and they were everywhere in the last year. And deeper than that, he felt as if they were fake, as if the skin and tight clothes would disappear. But when she touched him, dancing against him, he forgot all that.