FYOP/Hollywood Hardware/0058

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"I don't know," you answer honestly as you drive home. "What do you want to do?"

"I want to do everything," she says with a giggle. "I want to try everything. I want us to have mad adventures and wild sex and just go crazy."

"That sounds... fun," you say, not sure if you're ready for all of that.

"It is," she says, kissing you on the cheek. "I promise."

"I—liked that stuff you said about taking me down and mixing it up with me—" you allow, blushing hard. "Can we do that too?"

She laughs, a deep, throaty chuckle. "Oh, we definitely can, boo. We definitely can."

"I mean, I'm kind of into bad tempers," you joke. "I may have left my apartment a little messy just so you'd have things to complain about."

"Ooh, perfect," she chuckles, clapping her hands together. "I'm gonna have so much fun with you."

You pull up to your apartment complex and park the car. As you're getting out, she stops you.

"Boo, one more thing."

"Yes?"

"No other girls, boo. You're mine."

"Excuse me?" you laugh. "What if I want to go girl-watching with you, just so you can put me in my place?"

"That's different," she says with a wink. "That's for my entertainment."

"Yes, your highness," you grin, letting her into your apartment. It's a small apartment, but it's clean and well-kept.

"So, this is where I live," you say, throwing your jacket on a chair. "Make yourself at home." You have lots of board games and video games piled around. You're a little embarrassed by the mess, but she seems to think it's cute.

"So, what do you want to do first?" you ask, feeling a little nervous.

"I think I want to play a game," she says, walking over to your collection and picking out Monopoly. You set it up quickly, and she sits across from you, giggling.

"What?" you ask.

"Oh, it's just that I've never owned property, like this game has you do," she says. "Even in a simulation. I'm excited."

"Really?" you ask, surprised. "I would have thought you'd have a lot of games in your head already, since you're a robot."

"It doesn't mean I've played them all. But I'm excited to learn."

You teach her how to play the game, and she picks it up a little too quickly. "I'mma guess I did have it in my head already," she muses, winning the game handily with a hotel on Boardwalk. She leans back in her chair and puts her feet up on the table.

"I can't believe you won," you say, pouting a little. "That's not fair."

"Oh, boo, life's not fair," she says, reaching over and patting your head. "But think of all the cool features I guess I've got... and we're gonna see how they all work. And in the meantime..."

"In the meantime, what?"

"I want you to make me breakfast in bed tomorrow morning," she grins. "I want you to wear a little apron and nothing else. And I want you to cook me whatever I want. No questions asked."

"Wait—a little apron and nothing else?" you blush. "Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously," she says, her voice laced with amusement. "You'll look very cute. I also want you to give me a massage tomorrow night. I want you to use your hands, your tongue, and your... whatever else you've got."

"I think I can handle that," you say, your voice a little throaty.

Then she kisses you, her lips soft and gentle at first, but then gradually more insistent. Her hands wander over your body, exploring you as she kisses you deeper and deeper.

"Janelle," you gasp, when she finally breaks the kiss. "What are you doing?"

"I'm exploring the 'new property' I own for real," she says, her voice husky. "Do you like it?" she asks, her hands still wandering.

"Yes," you gasp, as her hands find their way to your crotch. "I like it very much."

"Good," she says, her voice a little throaty. "Because I'm just getting started."

The End