Jo-Ann and Brandy
I ordered two "valley girl" models: a Jo-Ann and a Brandy. Once the hotel had prepped them and booted them up, there were sent up to the suite. I had to wait about twenty minutes while the girls were gotten ready.
There was an annoyingly long chime from the door buzzer. I cued the intercom from the bed.
"Yes, who is it?"
"We're, like, a couple of girls from downstairs who're, like, looking for a good time n'stuff," came a air-headed female voice. There was a pause, followed by giggles. "Hello? Is this thing on? Hello?"
"You've gotta take your finger off the button or he can't reply, you dumb bimbo," a second young, female voice exclaimed.
"Oh, yeah, duh! I knew that!" The voiced clicked off.
"Alright, girls. Stay there. I'll get the door," I said. I walked over the door and looked through the peephole.
Waiting in the hallway were the two girls I had ordered. I recognized the Jo-Ann. Same model as last time, almost definitely. Standard three-series, 120/A2. Blonde, pigs tails, blue eyes, big pink lips, fair skin, and huge tits. She was wearing a t-shirt with matching short-shorts and sneakers, and was running a sim program that gave the impression that she was chewing gum. Jo-Ann stood closer to the door than the other girl, shifting her weight from side to side, looking suddenly bored, and absently twirling one of her pigtails with her index finger. I wanted to use a Jo-Ann again because the last one I'd had malfunctioned big-time. It was fun.
I turned my attention to the girl who was, presumably, Brandy. I'd never used one before. The Brandys were a new model - not like the aging Jo-Ann units. Unlike the Jo-Anns, that were pretty much predictable, preprogrammed and heavily scripted automatons, the Brandys were supposedly practically self-aware, or acted uncannily so, anyway.
Brandy was slimmer, although her breasts weren't too modest, the cleavage clearly visible behind her spaghetti-strap shirt. Her skin was slightly tanned, her dirty-blonde hair done up with bangs in the front and a ponytail in the back. She had a thinner face and a broad, almost toothy smile. She was also wearing sneakers and short-shorts. Brandy played with an earring, looked down at her chest, and lifted up her breasts, bouncing them playfully a few times. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
Still peering through the peephole, I clicked the lock and undid the chain. I saw Jo-Ann's chewing action stop almost immediately at the sound - she came out of her default standby mode.
Surprisingly, Brandy opened the door of her own initiative, forcing me to quickly get out of the way of the door.
"Yo! Is this where the party at!?" she said to the room. Then, noticing me, she came over and hugged me, squeezing her breasts against my chest. She was wearing a lot of perfume. "Hey baby," she whispered into my ear and began nibbling on it. She wrapped a leg around me and kept me pinned against the wall.
Just then, Jo-Ann caught up with what was going on and entered the room. "Wow, Brandy: check out this pimp suite! It's, like, totally pimp!"
Looking over her shoulder, Becky replied, “You, like, wanna talk about pimp? Look at what I found, Jo-Ann.” Becky grinded against my hips.
“Wait a second Brandy. You’re moving too fast. There’s something I have to know about you before we do any messing around, okay?” I said.
Brandy looked miffed, but let go of me and backed off a few feet. “Shoot.” Meanwhile, Jo-Ann reverted to weight-shifting, gum chewing, pigtail-twirling standby mode.
“Are either of you, you know…” I trailed off.
“Robots?” Brandy guessed.
“Yeah…”
“Well, you could say that this bimbo here, Jo-Ann, is more of a…bim-BOT, but,” she winked, “I’m a red-blooded girl through and through.” Finally those dipshits downstairs got my order right!
With the mention of her name, Jo-Ann snapped back out of standby mode. “That’s right! I may be, like, a valley-girl – but from the Silicon Valley! Haha! Get it, Brandy?” she gushed.
“Yes, Jo-Ann,” Brandy replied with evident derision. To me, she said “She may not be programmed to be a comedian, but trust me: her sex systems are quality.”
“And you say you’re not a robot?”
“Nope,” she winked.” I’m a red-blooded girl, through and through.”
“And you’re friends with Jo-Ann?”
Jo-Ann jumped in again. “Brandy and I are, like, business partners.”
“Jo-Ann and I are, like, business partners,” Brandy echoed.
“Brandy: show me how to, er... Show me how to work Jo-Ann.”
“Sure, no problem. Her controls are, like, really easy. Hey Jo-Ann, take off your t-shirt and turn around so I can, like, show this dude how to work your controls.”
“Okay, Becky.”
“I’m Brandy.”
“Oh, duh. Sorry.” She took off the tight t-shirt. Her huge tits were pressed up together by a pink bra.
“I think her, like, brain circuits are malfunctioning or something,” Brandy said with a smirk. Jo-Ann, still facing us, reverted to standby mode again.
“Have you ever had any problems with her?” I asked.
“With Jo-Ann? Not really. Once in a while, I think they overdid her air-head programming, though. Jo-Ann. Do you remember the other part of my instruction?”
Jo-Ann’s stare grew even more blank. “SEARCHING,” Jo-Ann droned.
“And I guess her processors aren’t the greatest,” conceded Brandy. As she turned her full attention to Jo-Ann, I noticed a small mole on Brandy’s right shoulder blade. It seemed like the only blemish on her body.
“SEARCHING…” repeated Jo-Ann.
“Cancel search. Jo-Ann. Turn around,” Brandy said sharply. “This dude wants to mess with your controls.”
“SEARCH CANCELED. My controls? This hunk has already turned me on, get it Becky?”
“I’m - Aw, Jesus, never mind. Just turn around.”
Jo-Ann turned around. “See this little mole on her right shoulder blade?” asked Brandy.
“Yeah.”
“It’s actually a button, and if you push it like this,” she continued and pushed the mole, “it’ll open up her control panel.”
“CONTROL PANEL OPENING,” stated Jo-Ann flatly. “CONTROL MODE ACTIVATED.”
A square section of Jo-Ann’s skin hinged downwards and locked in place. Inside her, there was a miniature color screen displaying some kind of real-time updated stats, a dial, and a large switch. On the part that had hinged downwards was a short row of buttons.
“Okay, let me give you the basics,” began Brandy.
“This big switch is her master power switch. Normally, you can have her execute a safe shutdown verbally. Now, not that this is, like, gonna happen or anything, but, let’s say she goes haywire, becomes dangerous or something. Think of this as her kill switch.” She looked at me closely. “But don’t worry. She may be a bimbot and all, but Jo-Ann here is pretty reliable.” She patted Jo-Ann on the shoulder that didn’t have the button on it.
“THANKS, BECKY.”
“I’m Brandy.”
“THANKS, BECKY.”
“I’m Brandy.”
“THANKS, BECKY.”
“I’m Brandy.”
“THANKS, BECKY.”
“I’m Brandy.”
“THANKS, BECKY.”
“I’m - .”
“Hey Brandy!” I cut in. “What about her buttons here?”
“Oh. Those control her different modes.” She pointed at one that was lit. “This one here shows us that she’s in control mode. It’s because we opened her control panel. She’ll stay still while we make any adjustments we want. When we’re finished, we can just press the control mode button again, the panel will close, and the change in settings will take effect.”
“Can she…function or whatever, in another mode while her control panel is open?”
“She can, but it’s not really recommended.”
“Why not?”
“Well, for one thing, we wouldn’t want her settings to get changed by accident. By the way, it’s not good to keep switching her between modes very quickly.”
“What’s the other reason?”
“Well, look at it, man. What if it snapped off or something in the middle of a little, you know…” Brandy winked at me. “Who knows what would happen? She’d start fucking up, that’s for sure.”
“Right. And what are the other modes?”
Brandy pointed as I peered at the row of buttons. “Okay, so we know control mode. Then there’s standby mode. She’ll stand around waiting for something to happen or for a command. It saves battery power and gives her processors a chance to cool off. Then there’s party mode. She’ll be friendly, chat, crack those awful jokes. That’s the mode she was in a few minutes ago.”
“Okay.”
“And, to save the best for last, there’s obviously her sex mode. That’s this button. You might want to remember that!” She gave me that wink again.
‘Uh-huh.”
“Which brings us to the dial.” Brandy pointed to the dial set above the power switch and beside the glowing screen. “Since she is, basically, a sexbot – I mean, that’s her main function – this dial only works when she’s in sex mode. It controls the…let’s say, intensity. The speed of her movements, her volume basically, her passion, I guess.”
“What’s it set at now?”
“A good medium setting. Not boring, but not insane. You’ll be satisfied, trust me.” She winked at me again.
“What if you turn her up?”
“It’s not really recommended for Jo-Ann’s model. It’s a lot of stress on her processors. Plus, she could hurt somebody. But mainly she could short-circuit, or even totally blow out her processors. Not good!”
“And what’s your dial set to?”
“My dial!? Honey, I’m a red-blooded girl, through and through!”
“Oh yeah. I forgot.”
“Lastly, this screen is a status readout. It’s continuously updated. It shows CPU usage, programs that are running – she has a whole suite of different sex options to run - processor temperature. Stuff like that. You won’t have to worry about any of that stuff, though. She runs fine.”
“Thanks for the guided tour.”
“Don’t mention it. Now,” Brandy winked, “want me to fire her up?”
“In a sec. Let me give you a hug first.”
“Oh…kaaaay…But Jo-Ann and I can do a lot more than just hug you.”
Brandy put her arms around me. Her cheek was soft as it brushed against mine. As she rested her head, I reached around and depressed the mole on her right shoulder.
“CONTROL PANEL OPENING,” Brandy said lifelessly. She put her arms down to her side. The panel started to open but her shirt was in the way. It was about halfway open when the shirt arrested its progress. “CONTROL PANEL OPENING,” she repeated. The straining panel was pulling her spaghetti-strap shirt tight against her breasts. “CONTROL PANEL OPENING.” I heard the panel’s motor whine in high-pitched frustration.
After a few amused moments, I help by slipping the straps of the shirt down her shoulders. The shirt fell to the floor. Her breasts pointed out at me.
“CONTROL MODE ACTIVATED.”
As they stood roughly side-by-side, I compared Jo-Ann with Brandy. Although she was obviously more advanced than Jo-Ann, Brandy still had an identical interface, except that she had an extra mode: converse. Her intensity was set to exactly medium, just like Jo-Ann. Her readout showed that she had a lot more computing power than Jo-Ann.
I cranked her up about three-fifths of the way. Just a little bit, at first.
“WARNING. INTENSITY SETTING EXCEEDS RECOMMENDED LIMITS FOR BRANDY MODEL ONE SERIES 150/A5. SYSTEM STABILITY COULD BE COMPROMISED. ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO SAVE THIS SETTING?”
“Yes.”
“SAVING SETTING. PLEASE WAIT.”
I pressed the sex mode button.
“SEX MODE WILL BE ACTIVATED UPON PANEL CLOSE.”
“Unit will exit control mode with panel open.”
“WARNING. NON-CONTROL OPERATIONS ARE NOT RECOMMENDED WHILE CONTROL PANEL IS OPEN. ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO SAVE HIS SETTING?”
“Yes.”
“SAVING SETTING. PLEASE WAIT.”
I waited.
“EXITING CONTROL MODE.”
Brandy came back alive. “Hey! How’d you get back – and where the hell’s my – ooohhh…”
“Is something the matter Brandy?”
“No, I feel great. Just – I’m so horny all the sudden I can barely think straight. I need you, now.” She took one step out of the bunched-up spaghetti-strap shirt at her feet and faced me. Her nipples were getting hard. With her other foot, she kicked the shirt away and put one hand down her shorts. “I’m already getting wet for you,” she breathed. Brandy removed her hand from between her legs and, licking the wetness from each finger, started to approach me. She evidently didn’t realize that her control panel was still open. Or even that she had one, I guess.
“Don’t you think Jo-Ann should be in on the action?”
“I want you all to myself, baby,” replied Brandy, still walking towards me. “We can just leave that stupid robot standing there until she runs out of juice; she won’t mind.”
“Go back and take off Jo-Ann’s bra, Brandy.”
“Good idea, lover.” She neatly turned around and went back to Jo-Ann, who was still in control mode.
Brandy fiddled with the strap of Jo-Ann’s bra for a moment. Then the bra was off and thrown to the floor. Brandy turned back to me but was waiting for another command. She smoothed out her hair, looked down at her tits, and then back at me. She winked and tweaked her already straining nipples. “Mmmm…” she moaned.
Meanwhile, Jo-Ann’s giant tits, most unrealistically, remained in almost the same firm and upright position as they had had when still held by the bra. She had big nipples – not like Brandy’s small, dark ones.
“Why don’t you get on your knees while I set up Jo-Ann?”
“Ohh, I’m love to put your cock in my mouth…” She knelt and unzipped my fly.
I looked down at her as she pulled out my cock and slipped it into her wet mouth. With her eyes looking up at me seductively, she moved my dick back and forth in her mouth. She moaned again. Behind her ponytail, I saw the lit sex mode button on the door of her panel.
Though distracted, I managed to turn my attention back to Jo-Ann.
I swung her intensity dial to maximum.
“WARNING. INTENSITY SETTING EXCEEDS RECOMMENDED LIMITS FOR JO-ANN MODEL THREE SERIES 120/A2.” Brandy stopped cold. “SYSTEM STABILITY WILL BE CRITICALLY COMPROMISED. ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO SAVE THIS SETTING?”
Abruptly, Brandy removed my cock from her mouth and looked up at me. “What the fuck!? I already told you you can’t do that! Something will go wrong with her! She’s not designed to go up that high!”
I ignored Brandy. “Yes.”
“SAVING SETTING. PLEASE WAIT.”
“Don’t activate her!” Brandy was starting to stand up. “Do not activate her.”
I pressed the sex mode button.
“SEX MODE WILL BE ACTIVATED UPON PANEL CLOSE.”
“Unit will exit control mode with panel open.” I said.
“WARNING. NON-CONTROL OPERATIONS ARE NOT RECOMMENDED WHILE CONTROL PANEL IS OPEN. ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO SAVE THIS SETTING?”
Brandy was standing up now, her face showing alarm. “No don’t – “
“Yes.”
“SAVING SETTING. PLEASE WAIT.”
Then:
“EXITING CONTROL MODE.”
“I have to turn her down!” shouted Brandy. “She won’t be able to handle – “
Confirming her suspicions, Jo-Ann began to shudder ominously. Her tits were vibrating like jello. Inside, I could hear a litany of different motors winding up.
“I. Am. Like. So. Horn. Y,” Jo-Ann managed as she slowly turned to look at me.
“Jo-Ann. Remove Brandy’s access privileges to your control mechanisms. Code 9764.”
“PROCESSING. ACCESS PRIVILEGES REVOKED.”
“Hey! You can’t – How do you - “ Brandy started.
Still shuddering, Jo-Ann turned to face me completely. “I. Want. You. To. Make. Love. To. Me.” She managed to spit out. Jo-Ann started walking toward me slowly and deliberately. Her movements were rigid, mechanical.
“See!? I told you that high setting was going to fuck her up!” Brandy was looking at me accusingly, standing in Jo-Ann’s way. “If you won’t turn her down, I’m going to have to – whether she wants to let me or not!”
“Fuck. Me. Fuck. Me. Fuck. Me.” Jo-Ann droned. She bumped into Brandy and kept coming straight for me without even noticing. “Fuck. Me. Fuck. Me. Like. Fuck. Me.” There was a trail of white liquid leading from a puddle where she had been standing when I activated her leading across the few halting steps she had taken, and up the insides of both of her legs. It was her cum. A similar white liquid – her saliva – was drooling out of one side of her mouth and spattering on her cleavage.
“This is going way too far!” Brandy shouted as she got behind Jo-Ann. She reached for the dial.
“PROS. PROS. PROCESS. PROCESSING. PROCESSING. YOUR ACCESS PRIVILEGES HAVE HAVE HAVE HAVE HAVE HAVE BEEN REVOKED REVOKED. OVERLOAD.”
“I’m sorry Brandy - OVERLOAD Brandy OVERLOAD - Brandy OVERLOAD - Brandy OVERLOAD - Brandy OVERLOAD - Brandy OVERLOAD - Brandy – “ Jo-Ann’s voice was getting higher and higher in pitch. Her shuddering became violent.
“I need you inside me need you inside me need you inside me need you inside me need you inside me fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck”
Her breasts were suddenly illuminated from the inside by an avalanche of sparks. Her expression was one of surprise. Her wide open mouth was lit bright white inside. Then there was an explosion.
Brandy screamed and jumped backwards. Her feet landed in Jo-Ann’s slick puddle of cum and Brandy fell onto her back.
Jo-Ann’s arms were locked into Ls, her fingers pointing rigidly ahead. Sparks were jumping from between her breasts. Electrical smoke was pouring out of her mouth and out of her back. As she spun uselessly, indecisively, to and fro. I caught a glimpse of her control panel. The door was still hinged down. Her mode buttons were all randomly blinking of and on. “FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK”
The back of the control panel was askew. Colored wires tumbled out of the opening created by the bang.
The screen had static on it, along with the word “MALFUNCTION” blinking in red letters.
The kill switch had been blown out and was lying ten feet behind her.
“Brandy! Are you okay?” I shouted over the din of the embattled bionic bimbo. “Somehow we’ve got to turn this fucking thing off!”
Brandy staggered to a kneeling position. A spark shot out of her back. I noticed she was looking at something she had just picked up.
“What’s this this this this this?” Brandy asked. She was staring wonderingly at the door of her control panel, which had, indeed, snapped off. “Is this a...? Could it be that I’m...? No way. This can’t be...”
The haywire Jo-Ann with her powerful movements was aimlessly spinning her out-of-control way towards toward Brandy.
“Brandy! Look out!”
But Brandy wasn’t listening. Another spark shot from her back. “CONTROL MODE ACTIVAT-SEX MODE SEX MODE SEX MODE -WARNING. NOT RECOMMENDED. SEX MODE – SEX MODE – CONVERSE. CONVERSE...”
The flailing Jo-Ann was right next to Brandy and suddenly twisted violently 180 degrees. Her L of an arm clocked Brandy right in the side of her head – which abruptly came off. Several different colored fluids spurted out of Brandy’s neck, splattering over Jo-Ann, who was now on fire from the waist up. Her voice box had long since shorted out.
Brandy’s head hit the ground and rolled to a ponytail-bouncing stop at Jo-Ann’s feet. A stream of sparks were issuing from Brandy’s stump and her body slowly slumped forward, one hand still clutching her control panel door.
Just as Jo-Ann was starting to wind down, she tripped on Brandy’s head, her burning torso crushing Brandy’s decapitated body underneath it. It’s movements wound down quickly and ceased.
Underneath it, somewhere in Brandy’s chest came a voice, badly garbled and of oscillating pitch and speed.
“We're, like, a couple of girls from downstairs who're, like, looking for a good time n'stuff...a good time n’stuff... ZZT! a good time n'stuff... ZZT! a good time n’stuff... CRACKLE! a good time n'stuff... ZZT! a good time n’stuff... a good time n'stuff... ZZT! ZZT! a good time n’stuff... POP! a good time n'stuff...a good time n’stuff...”
ALTERNATE ENDING
....“See!? I told you that high setting was going to fuck her up!” Brandy was looking at me accusingly, standing in Jo-Ann’s way. “If you won’t turn her down, I’m going to have to – whether she wants to let me or not!”
“Fuck. Me. Fuck. Me. Fuck. Me.” Jo-Ann droned. She bumped into Brandy and kept coming straight for me without even noticing. “Fuck. Me. Fuck. Me. Like. Fuck. Me.” There was a trail of white liquid leading from a puddle where she had been standing when I activated her leading across the few halting steps she had taken, and up the insides of both of her legs. It was her cum. A similar white liquid – her saliva – was drooling out of one side of her mouth and spattering on her cleavage.
“This is going way too far!” Brandy shouted as she got behind Jo-Ann. She reached for the dial.
“PROS. PROS. PROCESS. PROCESSING. PROCESSING. YOUR ACCESS PRIVILEGES HAVE HAVE HAVE HAVE HAVE HAVE BEEN REVOKED REVOKED. OVERLOAD.”
“I’m sorry Brandy - OVERLOAD Brandy OVERLOAD - Brandy OVERLOAD - Brandy OVERLOAD - Brandy OVERLOAD - Brandy OVERLOAD - Brandy – “ Jo-Ann’s voice was getting higher and higher in pitch. Her shuddering became violent.
“I need you inside me need you inside me need you inside me need you inside me need you inside me fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck”
Jo-Ann's expression was one of surprise, and then she said "MAJOR...MAFUNCTION...DETECTED.......SHUTTING...OFF...ALL...SYSTEMS......" Then she froze in place, bending forward, her arms still in L shape, fingers pointing rigidly ahead, eyes wide opened and lifeless, looking at the floor in front of her.
Her back screen had static on it, along with the word “MALFUNCTION” blinking in red letters. Her kill switch had triggered in the Off position. Brandy jumped backwards, pissed off "I've told you not to mess up with that control! And..." She abrupty interrupted, as her feet landed in Jo-Ann’s slick puddle of cum and she fell heavily onto her back.
“Brandy! Are you okay?” I shouted over to her, as I lowered Jo-Ann's dial down to medium position. “I'll turn Jo-Ann on again.” and I reloaded her power switch.
Brandy staggered to a kneeling position. I noticed she was looking at something she had just picked up.
“What’s this?” Brandy asked. She was staring wonderingly at the door of her control panel, which had, indeed, snapped off. “Is this a...? Could it be that I’m...? No way. This can’t be...”
The Jo-Ann unit rebooted, and started a movement subroutine to test every articulations, but she was too close to Brandy.
“Brandy! Look out!”
Brandy had only the time to see Jo-Ann's arm to hit her strait into the side of her face, which abruptly came off her head. Several different colored cables and tubes snapped off with her face that was falling down.
Brandy’s face mask hit the ground. "Nooo!!! Not me, I can't be a robot!" Brandy shouted from her internal speaker deep inside her head, as her glassy eyeballs are looking at her facemask laying on the floor.
Just as Jo-Ann finished her boot up tests, she came back with her synthetic mind "Oh my god, Brandy, you're a machine too!"
Brandy raise herself on her two legs and said "The party is over, we have to go...", she leaned to pick up her facemask. Jo-Ann mecanically took the opportunity, and raised the dial of Brandy to it's maximum level. "Oooh!" Brandy lauched out loud. "Maybe we could stay a while longer..." Jo-Ann suggested out of her synthetic mind. Her malfunction display was still blinking in her back, Jo-Ann took a horny look and started to crawl up to me. "I want you" as her raised her arms to catch my neck. Our lips met, and we started to embrace furiously.
Brandy kicked in "New settings accepted", and she turned to look at our scene through her round glass eyes. "How about a treesome?" she suggested, me and jo-Ann were too busy to answer, I took her panties off and fall with her over me on the bed, all this without leaving her lips. I dipped inside her wet hole, starting the real fun in a fake girl.
Brandy's desire was building up, her sex drive was set to maximum values, being now aware that she is a robot like Jo-Ann seemed to be her last concern. She wanted to do it with me. "Roll over, Jo-Ann, and let me take my turn!" she ordered. "Permission declined" Jo-Ann repeated, as Brandy wasn't able to command her inferior model robotic business partner anymore, due to my earlier admin command.
"Wait a minute Brandy, i'm almost done with her..." I said, closing my eyes to take back the momentum. Suddently, Jo-Ann stopped following my trust, and abruptly came to an halt, frozen in place. The faceless Brandy was over Jo-Ann's open back pannel, and she flipped Jo-Ann power switch to Off! With that, she grabbed Jo-Ann, lifted her off me, and throwed it like a potato pouch on the floor. "My turn, I said!" Robo-Brandy ordered to me. Well, your order is my command, robot mistress!
I banged her upside down for hours, we explored together the possibilities of her newly discovered robot body, and i've even tried to fix her face to see her beautiful smile again, but failed, it was really broken.
As my time was almost up with those robot ladies, I called room service for a little help. A nice looking young lady (obviously a robot too), that was a room attendant, took in charge the two dammaged robot and escaped with them rapidly out of the view of anyone into a service elevator. Later, I received the bill for the dammages i've done to the ladies, and I agreed with the hotel to buy the pair and fix them myself.
END