4.83 - The Right Equipment

I woke up, as usual, seconds before my alarm went off. I had been concerned that my flight from ScenariCorp's West Office would leave me too jet-lagged to jump into things, but had to marvel at the comfort of their on-site hotel. I had slept like a stone last night, but felt like a brand-new woman this morning.

I stretched, inwardly enjoying the hotel-supplied silk pajamas gliding across my skin. The luggage mix-up had left me without my planned wardrobe, but rather than force me to wear my clothes from the previous day, ScenariCorp had graciously given me a stylish office dress. They were even kind enough to provide me with fresh undergarments - which was for the best, since the Hotel's housekeeping staff had apparently slipped in while I dozed to take my old clothes for cleaning. All they had left were my favorite stilettos.

I smirked at the thought of showing up for my first day in the new office, with literally nothing to wear. Then again, with all the 'bots around a nude woman in heels might not even attract a sideways glance.

I slipped out of the pajamas to prepare for my day. The shower was warm and roomy, and I had time enough to enjoy myself, lathering up a bit more than was strictly necessary for purposes of bathing. I was really looking forward to my first day at work, and the thought of showing up without a stitch had excited me unexpectedly. I ran my hands over my body, imagining a lover's caress on my breasts, along my sides, towards my inner thighs...

I shook myself out of the thought. Fun though it was, I needed to make a good impression today. It might not be the best idea for me to get so distracted on my first day. "I was busy masturbating in the shower" probably wouldn't be an acceptable excuse. I stepped out, toweling myself off quickly, and rushed back to get dressed as quickly as possible.

I practically threw on my clothes, momentarily considering whether I could save time by skipping the panties and stockings. I felt the smooth texture of the stockings and the tiny strings of the thong, and decided the outfit really wasn't complete without them - besides, I hardly ever stepped out without panties, and thongs had always been a favorite of mine. Once I had gotten dressed and slipped on my heels, I glanced at the clock to see how fast I would have to run to be on time.

I was surprised: I had more than an hour before I even had to leave. Hadn't I set the alarm with just enough time to get ready and out the door? I must have been more jet-lagged last night than I thought. I could barely even remember the flight.

With nothing better to do, I decided to see what sort of video entertainment the hotel had to offer. Clicking through the selections, I found the catalog was primarily made of software demonstrations. I had seen most of them dozens of times before, but one in particular was my favorite. It involved a scenario based on ancient myth, in which the ARA took on the role of a wish-granting djinn, dressed in a translucent harem outfit.

I began to get distracted again, as the scenario continued, the master wishing for more and more explicit sexual acts. Many of them were simple rephrasing of stock behavioral patterns - undress, play with yourself, spank yourself, suck my cock, that sort of thing - but the djinn scenario included some particularly exotic sexual positions. Unable to resist fingering myself, I pulled the thong down just enough to get at my drenched cunt, matching the rhythm as the master fucked his djinn from behind, standing, seated, with her bent over backwards, with her balanced on one hand, legs wrapped around his torso... the positions were equal parts gymnastics, dance, and contortion.

I thrust my fingers in and out of the warm wetness of my pussy, my excitement building as the demo reached my favorite part. The djinn-bot folded herself in half, pulling her knees behind her head. The master grabbed her ass, ran his fingers up and around her pussy, then up to her tits, squeezing them hard. The djinn-bot moaned - as did I - in pleasure, as the Master lifted her light frame up, hanging her by her armpits on specially-placed hooks on the wall - the perfect height to keep her pussy in reach with his still-erect penis.

The djinn-bot now essentially a wall decoration, the master continued to fuck her, until at last he came. So did the djinn-bot, loudly. I was right on the edge. Here came the moment...

As the djinn-bot was still mid-orgasm, the master reached for the remote and pressed a button. Instantly, the djinn's cries of ecstasy dropped to a low warble of digital voice samples. I nearly passed out, the orgasm coursing through my entire body. I lay still, panting for a few moments before remembering my work schedule. I glanced at my clock, delighted to see that my timing was perfect: It was time to leave.

I made my way down to the lobby, waving a friendly goodbye to the girl at the front desk, then crossed to the office exit. The hotel was intended for ScenariCorp employees only, and the buildings were directly connected. From my hotel room, it was barely a two minute walk before I arrived at Testing and Development, ready to check in with Jane, my new boss.

"Good morning, Lexi!" She greeted me warmly as I knocked on her door, "Did you recover from your trip?"

"Oh, absolutely. ScenariCorp really knows how to pamper their employees."

She laughed. "That's wonderful! Now, I know you're eager to get to your new office, but something's come up, and I need your help with a project." She stood and approached me. "Mind following me to wardrobe?"

I turned to go. "Ready when you are."

"Just a moment, I think the hotel staff may have left some of the labels on your outfit," she said, neatly brushing down my clothes. "There," she smiled, "now you're presentable."

We chatted like old friends on our way to wardrobe. I was eager to see the behind-the-scenes magic that had made ScenariCorp famous, and she was persistently curious about what kinds of things we did at West Office. There wasn't much to tell. Most of the time, it seemed like everyone just stood around all day. Everyone knew HQ was where all the real action happened.

Upon arriving at wardrobe, we met with Deb, a cute little blonde who seemed to be in charge of things. "Jane, hi, nice to see you again so soon!" She said. She turned to me. "And someone new, it looks like. You must be the one they just unpacked from storage."

We all laughed: Over the years, West Office had developed a reputation as one of the least eventful places in ScenariCorp, but was often a proving ground for potential transfers to HQ. Throughout the company, people tended to think of West Office as a kind of storage shelf for talent.

"So what crime against fashion do you want to inflict on my eyes today, Jane?" She held up a hand as if anticipating Jane's response. "And before you ask, the fabricator's down, so you can't have anything with a cape."

Jane smiled. "Capes, no, but skin-tight and stretchy, yes. We need some exercise outfits."

Deb rolled her eyes. "One track mind, that's what you've got." She rummaged around behind the wardrobe counter and brought out two bundles of stretchy fabric. "Just try not to tear these. Maintenance won't be able to fix the fabricator until tomorrow, and they say that there's brandishing ferocity copulate tits, but they won't tell me what."

A look of puzzlement crossed Jane's face. "Sorry, couldn't quite hear you over the noise, what did you say?"

Deb frowned. "I said they say that there's something else they need to fix, but they won't tell me what." She squinted at Jane. "You need to have the techs replace your audio receptors, Miss Janebot. You're hearing noises that aren't there."

Jane's face went blank, and she began to speak in a monotone. "Beep, error, malfunc..." She broke into laughter, unable to keep up the joke. "We'd better get going. I'll see you later, Deb."

Deb leaned over the counter to wave as we left. "I'm so wet!" She called, smiling. "Fuck me from behind, big boy!"

I turned to Jane. "She seems nice. We should hang out together sometime."

"I have a feeling she's going to be pretty busy for a few days," Jane replied, wistfully, "but yeah, she's lots of fun."

Jane led me to an area labeled "ENVIRONMENTAL ANALYSIS". Some joker had rubbed some of the letters on the sign, making them slightly faded. The brighter colored letters spelled out "O ME ANAL SIS." It was juvenile, but so unexpected that I had to laugh. "Did they ever catch whoever did it?"

Jane looked at me, smiling playfully. "Nope, they never figured out that it was Deb."

The Analysis doorway led to a bland corridor, occasionally dotted with doors. From behind some of these, I could hear music, people talking, and even a few cries of passion. I lost track of how far we traveled down the winding series of hallways, alternating left and right turns, before we Jane stopped. "Here we are, staging area 17-J," she said, opening the already unlocked door.

Inside appeared to be the changing room for a fitness club. Dozens of women milled around the lockers in various stages of dress - some putting away their clothes in lockers or duffel bags, some completely nude, chatting nonchalantly, and some already in their skin-tight exercise outfits. I was relieved to see that they continued wearing high heels - Deb hadn't provided us with special shoes, so I was glad my own pair were sufficient.

Over to one side of the room, a woman wearing only a pair of sheer, see-through panties lay in what looked like a complicated yoga pose, her arms, legs, and even her neck held at odd angles that I couldn't quite follow. Jane looked at her. "How many times do we have to tell them, put everything back together before leaving," she muttered to herself. She approached the woman, whose muscles must have stiffened and cramped, and massaged her back into a more comfortable position, moving her arms down to her sides and her legs and neck more aligned with the rest of her body. "There," said Jane, pulling what looked like a long metal spike from her dress coat pocket.

She held the spike up to the woman's ear, and made a motion I didn't quite catch. The spike thing must have been some kind of sonic stimulator for waking people up, because the woman's eyes fluttered open, and she sat up. "Hello," she said to Jane, smiling broadly, "I'm Talia. Do you like my tits?"

"You should get changed for exercises," Jane told her.

"I should get changed for exercises," Talia agreed.

Jane led me to a quiet area of the room and began to undress. Following her lead, I stowed my dress jacket in a nearby locker and began unbuttoning my blouse.

"So," Jane began as she shimmied out of her tight skirt, "here's the deal. One girl in this room is an ARA for an upcoming project." I was unzipping my own skirt at this point. "Your first job is to try to figure out which one is the test unit." She stepped out of her panties, hanging them casually on the open door of the locker, then bent to put on her outfit, facing away from me. It seemed like she was taking longer than absolutely needed, and was swaying her hips back and forth. I was almost hypnotized by the curve of her butt, her glistening folds plainly visible between her shifting legs...

I forced my attention away, but a thought struck me as I slipped out of my thong. "Are you the test unit?" I asked. I knew it was possible that she might not know, even if she was.

She laughed, but shook her head. "You'd be surprised how many people seem to think that, but no. I'm just a plain human girl with a dirty mind." She pulled up her outfit, and I tried not to get distracted by the form-fitting curves it now accentuated.

I hung my thong on the outer handle of a random locker, and scanned the room. There were no twins, so this wasn't a case of duplicate models. All the girls were interacting with at least one other girl as if they were close friends: No surprise newcomers. The handful of nude girls kissing and writhing in sexual embrace near the entrance were all acting pretty much the same as each other, so no uncharacteristic or socially inappropriate behavior. Then I noticed the tall brunette in the red and black bodysuit.

I had seen her as we entered, and she had been taking that same bodysuit off as Jane and I got undressed. Now she was putting the same one on again. I watched, fascinated. She chatted amiably with other girls as they passed nearby, but kept running through the same loop, taking the outfit off, squeezing her breasts, putting the outfit on, checking out her ass in the mirror. I became so distracted, I forgot about putting on my own outfit until Jane gave my butt a casual squeeze.

I looked back at Jane. "It's her, isn't it?" I asked, indicating the girl in red. "She's the ARA, isn't she?"

Jane smiled, almost proud. "Good job. Yep, she's definitely a robot. I just put her together last night." A curious look crept across her face. "How did you know?"

I began stepping into my skin-tight outfit. "It wasn't obvious at first," I said, pulling the garment up my legs, "but after watching her a while, I noticed she kept repeating the same motion loop, over and over."

"Good observation. Study the pattern long enough, eventually something stands out." She cocked her head to one side. "Anything else?"

I frowned, confused. "That's not enough?"

Jane laughed quietly. "Oh, it's enough. I'm just wondering if you noticed that her bodysuit has the words 'I am a robot' written across the front, and 'I am a robutt' written across her ass.

I looked again. Of course, it was so obvious! I had been too focused on trying to find something hidden, I hadn't seen the thing right in front of me. "I don't know how I could have missed that," I said, surprised.

Jane clapped her hands to get everyone's attention. "Alright everyone, we'll be starting the floor exercises in a minute, so let's get things wrapped up in here." The fembot I had noticed finally stopped removing her bodysuit for the umpteenth time, and began gathering her belongings to store in the unlabeled locker.

As the room began to clear out, Jane turned to me again. "Good job on part one. Next part is to study her. Watch her. Analyze her movements and behavior. Let me know if you see anything unusual."

"No problem," I said, following her into the exercise area. Many of the girls were already doing various warm up exercises, some performing splits, some standing on one leg and curling the other to touch the back of their heads with their shoes.

The fembot I was watching was at one wall, her feet planted just over shoulder-width apart, bent over at 90-degrees, with her hands directly against the mirrored wall. The angle gave me a clear view of just how tight the bodysuit was on her ass and crotch, and the mirror's reflection gave me a direct line of sight down the front of the outfit.

Normal enough, I thought to myself, and began my own stretching exercises. I brought my elbows back behind me, jutting my chest out. Planting my hands on my butt, I twisted my upper torso right and left. I had to resist the urge to reach up to my boobs as the back-and-forth motion made them jiggle and rub against the cloth of my outfit.

Jane began instructing some of the girls in more structured exercises and partnered activities. My target fembot went along with the instructions for about ten minutes, then seemed to get bored and wandered off around to some of the exercise equipment. She took her place on a stair climber machine just in front of the stationary bikes. Trying not to look conspicuous, I started on the bike directly behind her and continued my observations.

Once again, I found myself becoming almost entranced by the rhythmic to-and-fro motion of such a shapely ass. I closed my eyes, imagining running my hands over her body. My hands drifted up to my tits, kneading them through the thin fabric of the workout bodysuit. As I pinched one nipple, an excited gasp escaped my lips, and I immediately opened my eyes, concerned that I might be disrupting the exercise activities. I looked over to the exercise group, but no one seemed to have noticed. Turning back to my target fembot, I was surprised to see that she was no longer on the stair-climber.

"You've been watching me," a voice whispered in my ear.

A shudder ran down my back as I felt a pair of hands - not my own - reaching around from behind me to explore my inner thighs. "I appreciate the attention," the voice whispered, "but you can get a better view up close."

I turned towards her, momentarily distracted by the confession of her nature written on the bodysuit she wore. And I bet she's programmed not to notice, I thought to myself. "Why don't we go somewhere more private?" I breathed.

"I've got a better idea," the fembot said, pulling the bodysuit off her shoulders and down to her waist. I had watched her expose her breasts nearly a dozen times in the changing room, but was still turned on as she unveiled her luscious tits again. "Let's play right here," she said.

It was a good idea. I hopped off the bike and shrugged out of my outfit. "I'm supposed to keep an eye on you," I said. "I shouldn't have let you out of my sight like that," I told her, bending over. "Would you like to help me remember?" I gave my tush a little shake.

"I can help with that," the fembot said, bringing her hand down with a loud smack. I cried out in joy. The rest of the girls exercised as if they hadn't heard me. "But if I'm supposed to make sure you remember," she continued with another smack, prompting an almost orgasmic gasp from me, "Maybe I should do something more memorable."

I caught my breath, waiting for the next spank, but was disappointed as I felt her fingertips delicately resting on the small of my back, and an odd warmth on my cunt. My disappointment was replaced with a new anticipation as I realized the warmth was her breath.

Her tongue darted inhumanly fast, balancing me on the edge of climax, then easing me back down, over and over again. I nearly screamed as wave upon wave of sheer pleasure washed over me, but not once did the other girls react. Finally, the fembot allowed me to crash over the edge of orgasm, and my cries of bliss prompted a single response: Jane looked me dead in the eye and winked at me, just before I collapsed, overwhelmed by the sensations.

After a few minutes of recovery, I realized that Jane had called the exercise session to a close, and everyone was heading to the showers. The fembot kissed me deeply, and I relished the taste of my own fluids on her lips and tongue. "Let me know if you ever want to do that again," she sighed, and departed for the showers. Well, I thought to myself, I might as well join them. I'm already naked.

I took my place in the showers next to Jane, and we helped each other lather up. "So, what are your conclusions?" She asked me.

"Realistic movements, definitely. Body: I couldn't tell she was a robot at all. Voice was the same. Skin, totally realistic. Behavior..." I sighed. "Her behavior was flawless."

Jane raised an eyebrow, a smile on her lips. "Flawless in what ways?" She asked.

"Every way," I blurted. "Everything about her behavior was exactly the kind of thing I would do in her situation. She's perfect." I continued rubbing Jane's beautiful body, my hands exploring all her curves. "By the way, I love your boobs," I said, cupping them and squeezing the nipples lightly.

"Ah!" She let out a clipped scream, then gently pushed my hands away, panting. "Not the nipples," she said, breathing heavily, "they're a little... sensitive right now." She shuddered. "Damn," she muttered, "it's going to be tough going back to normal after this is over."

"Normal?" I asked, puzzled. "Something wrong?"

"Not really wrong, it's just..." she trailed off. "Don't worry about it. It's not like you'll be going through this anytime soon." She blew out a sharp breath. "So, Traci was perfect? What about any of the other girls?"

"Other girls?" I looked around the shower area at the wet, soapy bodies of nearly thirty women as they bathed, massaged, and pleasured one another. Was Jane saying that Traci wasn't the only fembot in the room? I examined the behavioral patterns of the nude women, but couldn't find any telltale signs of artificiality. "You mean there's more than one fembot here?" I asked, puzzled.

"There are a few. Try touching them," she said, her hand edging closer to her pussy. "Maybe they feel different."

I explored the room, groping breasts and bottoms, feeling up girls who looked like they might be the slightest bit robotic. Every pair of tits was perfect, every ass a wonderfully slappable bubble butt, and every pussy was just as warm, slick, and realistic feeling as the next.

I began asking point blank, "Are you a robot?" Expecting to always receive a negative response, but one girl surprised me.

"You know," she said, "Now that you mention it, I think I am. I never eat, never sleep, and technicians sometimes come in here and take me apart." She smiled a cheery smile. "I'd never really thought about it until you mentioned it." She looked thoughtful for a moment. "I wonder if some of the other girls are robots."

So, I thought to myself, a few nappers mixed in with the sleepers. Easily woken, and totally unperturbed by the realization, but less than a minute from now, she would forget the conversation and go back to sleep. I continued this strategy, and reported back to Jane.

"I think I found all of them," I said. She was now fingering herself like mad, one hand drifting towards her breast, but pulling away with what looked like extraordinary self-control.

"Ah-ah-oh!" She purred, "How hah-howmmm many did you, oh fuck me, find?"

"Eight nappers, and I think two more sleepers," I nodded, confident in my answer.

"It's a better guessssss," she hissed, her body stiffening as she neared climax, "But it's not... not quite... not quite..." her words became more and more frantic, and her fingers moved faster. Finally her self-control faltered, her hand rushing to her breast as if magnetically drawn there. She squeezed her tit mercilessly, rolling her nipple between clenched fingers. She let out a long, beautiful scream of absolute joy, then sank to the floor, panting.

"Tell you what," she gasped, "I'll give you the right answer after everyone has a chance to dry off."

We finished our shower, and proceeded back to the changing area to towel off. After thoroughly wiping ourselves and each other down, we waited for the warm air vents to dry us off completely before dressing again. I was surprised to see that Traci had a normal office dress like mine, complete with the same stockings and garters. I guess part of the testing is changing into and out of normal clothing, I thought to myself, noting her distinct underwear: I loved my black thong, but her lacy bikini panties ware pretty hot. I might have to get a pair sometime.

Jane called for everyone's attention. "Okay ladies, I need you all to stop everything and listen to me." As one, the other women in the room fell silent and gazed in rapt attention at Jane. "This is a perceptual override command. All bots, remove your cranial units."

There was a weird echo to her voice as she finished the sentence. Experimentally, I held my hands flat over my ears, and found that it completely blocked the echo without interfering with any other sounds. The other women present must have had the same thought. Pretty much at the same time, they all mimicked my motions.

I realized how stiff my neck was from exercising and decided a nice twist would help me work out the kinks. I looked forward to the light-headed, floaty sensation which would probably follow, when Jane took my arm. "Lexi, stop. You need to see this."

Each of the other women in the room suddenly twisted their head sharply to one side. There was an echoing click as dozens of locking mechanisms disengaged, and they all removed their heads. I could scarcely believe it. Jane and I were the only ones with anything still attached to our necks. I stared, wide-eyed at the artificial women. "All of them? Every one? I had no idea," I said, amazed.

"Good," was Jane's only response.

That night, I found my thoughts haunted by the vision of nearly thirty normal women suddenly revealing themselves to be mere machines, programmable and compliant. The thought excited me in ways I'd never experienced before. Unable to sleep, I turned on the vidscreen to watch more demos, and was surprised to find a new one titled "Shower Time."

As it started, I felt an odd sense of familiarity. The setting looked like the changing room from earlier that day, but there was a disassembled fembot lying in a heap of disconnected limbs, her smiling head lying sideways on the tile floor right next to the ass of her pelvic unit. A woman who looked like Jane approached the pile of parts and re-assembled the ARA quickly. Once the robot had been put back together, the Jane-like woman drew an activation tool from her dress coat, and indelicately shoved the eight-inch spike into the artificial girl's left ear.

That part of the video may have been completely unlike anything I saw in the gym, but from that point forward, the events shown in the video were oddly similar to those I witnessed firsthand. The reassembled fembot spoke, saying "Hi, I'm Talia, do you like my tits?" just as the real Talia had done earlier. Even stranger, the faces and names of the other women present seemed to be almost exactly those from earlier today. The woman who looked like Jane was named Jane. There was a Traci who looked like Traci. There was even a Lexi who looked like me, but according to the demo description, she was the product being demonstrated.

Being able to review the events, even through the coincidentally similar demo video, pushed me over the edge. I cast aside my silk pajamas, grabbed one breast with one hand and relentlessly worked my clit for nearly an hour, rewinding to review Talia's reassmebly, the Lexi/Traci bike scene, the shower, and especially the head removal. I nearly laughed as the robot named Lexi reacted to Jane's command, reaching to remove her own head. I was disappointed when Jane stopped her. I wanted to see that ARA take itself apart. I came over and over again, watching that silly, oblivious Lexi-bot acting surprised at all the fembots surrounding her. If she only knew that she was just a product to be demonstrated and sold, I thought.

I had a new favorite demo video.

The next morning, I awoke just seconds before my alarm again. Yesterday may have given me a more leisurely pace, but I had slept well last night, and wouldn't be jet-lagged any more. I wouldn't have so much time for fun before I would have to leave for work. I hadn't bothered putting my pajamas back on last night, and had slept comfortably on top of the sheets. I stood, stretching, and tiptoed to the shower. I wished I had brought a pair of heels I could wear in the shower. I had trouble walking flat-footed sometimes.

In the warm mist of the water, my thoughts kept returning to the robot who shared my name and face in the video. "Hmm... just a product," I thought, closing my eyes and letting my hands drift. I imagined what it would be like, being deactivated, taken apart, packaged, sold, bought, reprogrammed, owned, owned, "OWNED!" I cried out, my fingers sliding deliciously in and out of my pussy, "Yes, owned, commanded, ordered, undress me, take me apart, rebuild my mind!" I screamed, losing myself to the fantasy. My body held at the edge of climax and...

Suddenly I remembered that I needed to leave for work soon. I hastily rinsed and dried myself, careful not to overstimulate my breasts or pussy. I had a hair trigger right now, and I couldn't afford to make a bad impression by being late. I quickly put on the garter and stocking set, and slipped on my shoes. They felt different from yesterday. They were different from yesterday. Looking down, I realized that the hotel staff must have once again provided me with fresh clothes, these four inch heels much more glamorous than anything I owned. Beyond that, they had provided me with fresh stockings, and a red set of garters. It was very considerate. I started to look for a new pair of panties, but then I remembered that I never wear panties.

I hurriedly put on my skirt and blouse, then checked myself in the mirror: I looked fine. I turned to head out the door, when I noticed the clock. Once again, I had completely misjudged the time, and still had nearly 90 minutes before I would have to leave.

I considered stripping off and jumping back in the shower, but instead decided to watch some more demo videos. I pulled my tight skirt up to my waist and my shirt up and behind my head, leaving my tits free, but my arms covered. I had cut my own time in the shower short, so maybe I should make it up to myself by watching Shower Time again.

The fantasy of imagining myself as the Lexi robot brought me to orgasm more than a dozen times. I played with my body in ways I had never thought of before, at one point even trying to mimic the complicated yoga pose I had seen Talia in. I stretched my neck in odd directions, and in a dreamy, lightheaded state, could almost feel what it would be like to suck my own breast or lick my own pussy. I was overwhelmed by unimaginable waves of absolute bliss again and again. I didn't want this to ever...

It was time to leave for Jane's office. I needed to get my head together. I calmly stood and walked purposefully out of my room, down to the lobby, through the office, and directly to Jane's office, barely even thinking until I stood in front of her desk. When she saw me, Jane was every bit as welcoming as the day before.

"Ah, Lexi, there you are. I was just going over some emails, but I wanted to talk with you about your help with yesterday's testing." She frowned. "Just a moment," she said, approaching me, "your dress is all crumpled."

I waited for her to finish brushing me down. "So," I asked, trying to remain calm, "how did I do?"

She headed out the door, motioning for me to follow. "Exceptional. In fact, I think Mr. Peters might have a special position for you."

I was thrilled as we entered an elevator, and Jane punched in a complex sequence on the controls. "Really?" I asked, "When can I talk with him about it?" I had only seen pictures of Mr. Peters, but I knew I wanted to have a nice, private conversation with him.

"Right now," Jane replied. "You're going to help me present the testing report."

The elevator soon came to a halt, the doors opening into what must have been the only room on the top floor of the building. Mr. Peters sat at an enormous desk, a pretty secretary perched on the edge of the desk, scribbling notes. "Ah, that will be all, Felicity." He shooed her away, and she calmly strode to a door. As she opened it, I could see that Mr. Peters' office wasn't the only room on the top floor. There was also a storage closet full of secretaries, all standing at motionless attention. Felicity took her place among her colleagues and became still, the door automatically closing behind her.

Jane pouted. "You never let me play with your toys." Mr. Peters glanced at me, then back at Jane questioningly. "Oh, don't worry," she assured him, "I would never get you into any kind of legal trouble like that." She pulled off her short jacket. "You know the kind of girls I bring up here." She gestured towards me. "May I present Lexi, fresh from West Office."

He squinted at me. "Isn't she the..."

Jane interrupted him. "Shower Time, yes."

Mr. Peters looked hesitant. "You're sure?" He asked. "You're sure you're okay with this?"

Jane began unbuttoning her blouse. "It's no different than any other job interview we do up here. We check out her talents, see if she's a good fit." She discarded the silky shirt, and began to unzip her skirt. "Besides, she's hardly the first one I've brought up here."

"She's the first since..." he trailed off.

"That just makes me hornier." Now clad in only a pair of crotchless pantyhose and heels, Jane turned towards me. "You don't mind if my husband uses you as his personal fucktoy while you lick my pussy, do you?"

I was amazed she would even ask the question. "Really? Oh, Mr. Peters, this is a great opportunity, thank you so much for letting me be your fucktoy!"

Jane nodded at Mr. Peters. "You see? Everyone's on board." She turned back to me. "Okay Lexi, I want you to..."

"Stop." Mr. Peters had stood, and was undressing himself. "Jane, who's the master here?"

Jane closed her eyes, a look of bliss on her face. "You are, dear."

"Jane, call me master."

She moaned as if he were stroking her. "Yes, master."

"Change of plans, Lexi. You're going to give me a blowjob while Jane masturbates for me." Jane started to writhe sensually. "Not yet, Jane. You're not allowed to touch yourself until my cock is in her mouth."

Jane looked at me with an anxious expression. "What are you waiting for Lexi? Get over there and let him fuck your mouth!"

"Right, sorry!" I had gotten too distracted, my attention divided between Mr. Peters' growing erection and Jane's sexy form. I dashed over to kneel in front of Mr. Peters. "Thank you so much for giving me this opportunity," I said, looking up at him. "I hope I can..."

"Less talk, more cock," Jane called out urgently.

"One more thing first," Mr. Peters said, grinning at Jane. "Let's switch off her mind." He looked down at me with an approving smile. "Lexi, disable your personality profile."

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directive: "Less talk, more cock."

no command match found!

previous dialog seek: implicit contextual command, subject "cock"

directive: "...give me a blowjob..."

command match: fellate (user)

user mismatch: user value not set!

situational analysis result:

user = Kirk.Peters

command retry: fellate (user)

EXECUTING

audio input: INARTICULATE MALE MOANING

processing fellate user command, please wait...

processing fellate user command, please wait...

audio input: INARTICULATE FEMALE MOANING

processing fellate user command, please wait...

audio input: INARTICULATE MOANING, MULTIPLE

processing fellate user command, please wait...

audio input: INARTICULATE VOCALIZATION

system alert! vocal pattern match, possible human female in danger

Voc_PainPleasureCheck(audio.12s)...

vocal pattern pleasure flag set

audio input: "Play with your tits, Jane."

audio input: "Yesssss.... Master!"

processing fellate user command, please wait...

processing fellate user command, please wait...

audio input: INARTICULATE VOCALISATION, MULTIPLE

system alert! mouth.fluid sensor detects foreign substance

command ambient directive: fellate.happyending

EXECUTING

engage mouth.vibration

engage throat.vibration

engage mouth.suction

engage tongue.licktip

system alert! internal foreign fluid reservoir detects incoming fluid

foreign fluid reservoir 70% full, 30% capacity remaining

1. This space reserved for future firmware revision:
2. Customer comments indicate that the 'bot should calculate
3. probability of another incoming fluid event, and the
4. probability of that event exceding the available reservoir
5. capacity. Features scheduled for 18C19 build.
7. Good luck to whoever's responsible for working out those
8. probabilities.

command fellate user completed!

audio input: NONVERBAL BREATHING

audio input: "Remind me to bring you new recruits more often!"

command match: set reminder(message)

message mismatch: message not set!

Voc_FutureCommandCheck(audio.10s)

message = "bring you new recruits more often!"

command retry: set reminder(message)

reminder set!

1. We may need to reconsider this for future updates.
2. If the user doesn't specify a reminder timeframe,
3. the unit doesn't create a trigger event, and the
4. reminder never goes off. Not usually a problem,
5. since unassigned "remind me" statements are
6. usually rhetorical, but should be mentioned to
7. testing for further analysis.

audio input: "I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I did. C'mere, you."

audio input: "Yes, master."

audio input: "You don't have to keep calling me that."

audio input: "Are you commanding me to stop?"

audio input: "No more commands for now."

audio input: "Then I choose to keep calling you master, master."

audio input: "Hey, keep your hand away from there! Haven't you ever heard of a refractory period?"

audio input: "Sorry. You know, I think the transfers from West Office are getting prettier and prettier."

audio input: "Jane, you can't keep just pulling units from warehouse storage on a whim."

audio input: "That wasn't a whim. We're going to need some extra help around the house soon."

audio input: "I appreciate the harem, but they're not very much use for traditional tasks if they keep jumping in the shower with me. I was surprised Monica had the initiative to do that kind of thing."

audio input: "She didn't. I told her to. Please tell me you fucked her ass."

audio input: "Jane, you are absolutely the single most perverted woman I have ever met. Yes, and I thought something felt a bit different. I can only assume that was your doing too."

audio input: NONVERBAL AFFIRMATIVE VOCALISATION

audio input: "Clever girl. Well, what was your verdict on Lexi, then?"

audio input: "Good analytical skills, considering the amount of information her perceptual filters discards. Working with the little remaining data, she was able to identify eleven 'bots in the shower test. Her behavioral protocols might need some adjustment, though. Both days, she forgot to fix her clothes after her morning masturbation session. Her skirt and top were both pulled all the way up. I can't imagine how much attention she attracted on her way in from the hotel, with her pussy and breasts on display like that."

audio input: "Speaking of, you did record her morning, uh, activities, right?"

audio input: "I thought I was the perverted one! Yes, I saved them for you. They're under the demo names Morning Routine 1 & 2. Her morning shower highlights are available as a..."

audio input: NONVERBAL LAUGHTER

audio input: "...bonus feature."

audio input: "How do they compare to the shower room test?"

audio input: "Her morning showers are kind of a tease. Her internal alarm kept having her stop before it really got good. I had to remotely adjust her memory of her scheduled arrival time both mornings. The rest of it's pretty hot though. I hadn't seen that Arabian Night fantasy before, and today she managed to remove her own head. I had her go without the panties this morning, though. They got in the way of some camera angles in her hotel room yesterday."

audio input: "Maybe you should use another ARA to record, and have the new recruit filter her out. Well, I guess she'll work for our purposes, then. Start her off as a maid and sex unit, introduce her to the extra duties when the time comes. Hey, do you think she's compatible with that stimulation unit you had installed in Monica's ass?"

audio input: "That's really not going to help with the extra duties, you know."

audio input: "We've still got some time to get used to her."

audio input: NONVERBAL LAUGHTER

system idle

system idle

audio input: "Jane?"

audio input: "Yes master?"

audio input: "Have you thought of a name yet?"

audio input: "I'm leaning towards either 'Derek' or 'Andrea.'"

system idle

system idle

system idle

audio input: "I like those. I love you, Jane."

audio input: "I love you too..."

audio input: "Please don't call me master right now."

audio input: NONVERBAL KISSING

audio input: "Spoilsport. I love you Kirk. I'm going to take her down to the mod lab to see about that stimulator unit. Lexi, shutdown."

directive: "Lexi, shutdown."

command match: system halt

executing system halt

closing all threads...

shutting down...

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