It was around 4:00am and I couldn't stay awake any longer. I had been pacing around the apartment while Jaime was 'sleeping,' or whatever you would call it, trying to get all this crazy information straight in my head.
I walked back into the bedroom, so drowsy I can barely walk, and take another peek at the open panel in her chest, where the charging cable trailed from to the outlet in the wall. There was a small set of displays in between all the switches, buttons, lights and jacks inside her. Odd as it seemed, one of them resembled the pattern my cell phone makes when recharging.
She was supposed to be back 'on' by now, and there are so many things I'd like to ask her... but the bed is calling my name. I barely laid down next to her inert, lifeless body before passing out.
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When I awoke, the clock next to the bed said 11:45am. I was all sore from the previous night's activities, and apparently, minus one female android by my side. She was gone.
Correction, she had prepared a wonderful breakfast in the kitchen, wearing only my boxers, and apparently powered herself down when finished. She was sitting elegantly poised on the edge of a kitchen chair with the plate all made up next to her. Her chest panel was open and her reset button was blinking, so I pressed it.
A soft beep, then her head jerked slightly to the left, her eyes still staring in no particular direction, her voice flat and emotionless: "ANTRHOTEK FEMALE ANDROID, MODEL TYPE JAIME, UNIT 0156 INITIALIZING..."
Anthrotek? Were they the ones that built her, I wondered?
"...VAGINAL REPAIRS COMLETE, ALL SYSTEMS ARE FUNCTIONAL. LOADING PERSONALITY AND KNOWLEDGE-BASE FILES... ...ACTIVATING JAIME 0156..." Her head jerked back to the right a bit, her eyes fluttered and another soft beep came from her as Jaime's chest panel slid closed. She opened her eyes and said, in no particular direction, but in her normal voice:
"Hi! I'm Jaime!"
Hmm, I thought, that must be some sort of default greeting she says when you power her up.
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Standing from the chair, she focused her eyes on, and wrapped her arms around me. "Hey, sleepy-head! I was beginning to wonder if you'd ever get up!"
"Me?" I asked, slightly pushing out of her hug. I was still a tad rattled by all this. "How can you be walking around all normal. After last night, I thought you were damaged, you know... down there." I said, confused.
"When my batteries finally charged and I had reactivated, you were hard to wake up, so I just made the repairs myself and thought I'd surprise you with some breakfast, that's okay, isn't it?" She looked almost as if she thought I'd scold her.
I responded, "Oh yeah, of course that's fine! I just have a lot of things I'd like to know about where you come from, or who built you, or whatever... I mean, it's not like there are a lot of fembots like you out there running around. You don't run into one every day after all..."
Jaime smiled and embraced me once again. She said, "I'll tell you all about where I came from, after you eat your breakfast. Right now, I have a surprise for you!"
"Another one? I don't know how much of this I can take right now," I said, half joking, but half not.
"I used some of the connections I've made acting, and got you a personal assistant job with a pretty successful film producer this morning!" She said, beaming.
"Ummm... okay. But, how did you know I was looking for that kind of thing?" I asked.
"A female robot knows these things!" She seemed proud of herself. "Actually, you left your computer on and I saw the job searches."
"That's great, but I still want to know a bit more about you, and..." I started, but she cut me off.
"Oh, wait - I told the producer you'd be at his place in 15 minutes! I completely forgot about the time - hurry and finish your breakfast, this paper has his address, phone and name. He's expecting you, so he'll probably already have some little jobs for you to do. I think he said something about product placement." And with that, she thrust the paper in my direction. It had an address in the hills, and a phone number below the guy's name, Peter.
I tried to protest and get more info out of this interesting little woman, machine, whatever she is, but she wouldn't budge. Apparently, she thought this could be a great job opportunity for me. And hey, if it was I wasn't about to argue.
Jaime helped me get straightened up a bit, and pushed me out the door with the producer's info, with a: "See you later honey, I'll call you in a bit!"
I could have done with a little more prep time, but you do have to hustle in this town. The producer's "place" turned out to be a rather expansive mansion in the hills. Intimidating in fact. I parked off to a side area of the driveway, and walked up a long winding path through gardens along a fenced wall. Several huge attack dogs came barking up to the fence, causing my heart to just about jump out of my chest... though luckily they were on the other side of the wall.
When I got up to the door and rang the bell, the producer was almost waiting for me, or had to be, because my finger barely left the button when the door flew open. He was all in a flurry of activity, saying he was running late for some budget-related meeting for his new project. He apologized for the frenzy, seemed like a nice guy, but a nice guy you don't want to cross.
I was taken on a very quick tour of the house, given a few tasks to do for the day, as he was halfway out the door. The producer said something about how his girlfriend would probably help me with the press packets and video tapes later, but I didn't catch what her name was, or when she was coming by. Then he threw me a copy of the house keys and ran out the door. I heard the revving of a high-powered german car of some sort and the squeal of tires as he sped off down the hills into the urban jungle below.
"Me?" I asked, slightly pushing out of her hug. I was still a tad rattled by all this. "How can you be walking around all normal. After last night, I thought you were damaged, you know... down there." I said, confused.
"When my batteries finally charged and I had reactivated, you were hard to wake up, so I just made the repairs myself and thought I'd surprise you with some breakfast, that's okay, isn't it?" She looked almost as if she thought I'd scold her.
I responded, "Oh yeah, of course that's fine! I just have a lot of things I'd like to know about where you come from, or who built you, or whatever... I mean, it's not like there are a lot of fembots like you out there running around. You don't run into one every day after all..."
Jaime smiled and embraced me once again. She said, "I'll tell you all about where I came from, after you eat your breakfast. Right now, I have a surprise for you!"
"Another one? I don't know how much of this I can take right now," I said, half joking, but half not.
"I used some of the connections I've made acting, and got you a personal assistant job with a pretty successful film producer this morning!" She said, beaming.
"Ummm... okay. But, how did you know I was looking for that kind of thing?" I asked.
"A female robot knows these things!" She seemed proud of herself. "Actually, you left your computer on and I saw the job searches."
"That's great, but I still want to know a bit more about you, and..." I started, but she cut me off.
"Oh, wait - I told the producer you'd be at his place in 15 minutes! I completely forgot about the time - hurry and finish your breakfast, this paper has his address, phone and name. He's expecting you, so he'll probably already have some little jobs for you to do. I think he said something about product placement." And with that, she thrust the paper in my direction. It had an address in the hills, and a phone number below the guy's name, Peter.
I tried to protest and get more info out of this interesting little woman, machine, whatever she is, but she wouldn't budge. Apparently, she thought this could be a great job opportunity for me. And hey, if it was I wasn't about to argue.
Jaime helped me get straightened up a bit, and pushed me out the door with the producer's info, with a: "See you later honey, I'll call you in a bit!"
I could have done with a little more prep time, but you do have to hustle in this town. The producer's "place" turned out to be a rather expansive mansion in the hills. Intimidating in fact. I parked off to a side area of the driveway, and walked up a long winding path through gardens along a fenced wall. Several huge attack dogs came barking up to the fence, causing my heart to just about jump out of my chest... though luckily they were on the other side of the wall.
When I got up to the door and rang the bell, the producer was almost waiting for me, or had to be, because my finger barely left the button when the door flew open. He was all in a flurry of activity, saying he was running late for some budget-related meeting for his new project. He apologized for the frenzy, seemed like a nice guy, but a nice guy you don't want to cross.
I was taken on a very quick tour of the house, given a few tasks to do for the day, as he was halfway out the door. The producer said something about how his girlfriend would probably help me with the press packets and video tapes later, but I didn't catch what her name was, or when she was coming by. Then he threw me a copy of the house keys and ran out the door. I heard the revving of a high-powered german car of some sort and the squeal of tires as he sped off down the hills into the urban jungle below.
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Well, a moment of stillness finally, I thought. The big house was quiet, clean, and lavishly decorated. I was supposed to put together a few thousand press packets for some festival he was working on, but that sounded easy enough to put off until later. The first thing I planned on doing was to erase a bunch of old VHS tapes for the marketing trailer he wanted to send out for possible product placement vendors. I sat down on the couch with a pile of tapes on one side of me, the TV in front, and one of those high-powered electromagnetic tape erasers in hand...
Grab a tape, BZZZZZZ! BZZZZZZZZ!, repeat. For about a half hour, until I realized I needed some water. I had my own water bottle, but it was long empty. So I started exploring the house, seeing as I couldn't really remember any of the slap-dash tour I'd been given. I thought there was a bathroom of some sort down the hall...
I pushed the door open, and to my surprise, there was a half-naked, absolutely gorgeous blonde woman standing in front of the mirror, wrapped in a towel, but still dripping wet as though she just got out of the shower.
"AAAAH!" I yelled out of surprise,
"AAAAH!" The blonde yelled in synch with me.
"I'm so sorry! I was just looking for a sink to fill my water bottle... You must be the, uh... producer's, I mean Peter's girlfriend..." I scrambled for something intelligent and non-threatening to say...
"Yeah, Kristen. It's okay, you just startled me." She smiled, looking a little embarrassed. She stuck out her hand to shake mine, and her towel slipped to reveal a bit of her breast. Part of me thinks she meant to do it. "Oops!" She said in a cheesy manner, noticing the exposed cleavage.
"Anyway, Kristen, it's nice to meet you. I'm the new personal assistant, I guess..." I began to introduce myself, but she cut me off.
"I know, Peter told me you were coming. As soon as I get dried and dressed, and maybe toss a little makeup on, I'll give you a hand with those press packets." And with that, she walked past me to the bedroom adjacent to the living room and closed the door.
On the way, she gave me a view of one picture-perfect ass and legs! Man, these rich producers are so stereotypical, able to get any woman they want... not that I can complain with Jaime back at home. If only I could figure out why the hell she's running around with me, this complex robot roaming seemingly free.
After about another half hour or so, I was still erasing cartridges for the promos, and I hadn't seen Kristen. In fact, I hadn't heard anything coming from the bedroom except a sort of sparking sound, accompanied by the lights dimming a bit. I figured it wasn't anything serious, or Kristen would have said something. She never told me if she needed anything for the press packets or whatever. They were still on the coffee table in front of me, so I yelled to her in the next room:
"Kristen, do you need me to bring you those materials?" But she didn't reply. Maybe she's in there taking a nap. I'll just go knock lightly on the door. I walked over to the first door in the hallway off the living room, and gave it a slight knock, but it wasn't even latched. The door swung open very fluidly, and the view it offered me was another shocking one...
Grab a tape, BZZZZZZ! BZZZZZZZZ!, repeat. For about a half hour, until I realized I needed some water. I had my own water bottle, but it was long empty. So I started exploring the house, seeing as I couldn't really remember any of the slap-dash tour I'd been given. I thought there was a bathroom of some sort down the hall...
I pushed the door open, and to my surprise, there was a half-naked, absolutely gorgeous blonde woman standing in front of the mirror, wrapped in a towel, but still dripping wet as though she just got out of the shower.
"AAAAH!" I yelled out of surprise,
"AAAAH!" The blonde yelled in synch with me.
"I'm so sorry! I was just looking for a sink to fill my water bottle... You must be the, uh... producer's, I mean Peter's girlfriend..." I scrambled for something intelligent and non-threatening to say...
"Yeah, Kristen. It's okay, you just startled me." She smiled, looking a little embarrassed. She stuck out her hand to shake mine, and her towel slipped to reveal a bit of her breast. Part of me thinks she meant to do it. "Oops!" She said in a cheesy manner, noticing the exposed cleavage.
"Anyway, Kristen, it's nice to meet you. I'm the new personal assistant, I guess..." I began to introduce myself, but she cut me off.
"I know, Peter told me you were coming. As soon as I get dried and dressed, and maybe toss a little makeup on, I'll give you a hand with those press packets." And with that, she walked past me to the bedroom adjacent to the living room and closed the door.
On the way, she gave me a view of one picture-perfect ass and legs! Man, these rich producers are so stereotypical, able to get any woman they want... not that I can complain with Jaime back at home. If only I could figure out why the hell she's running around with me, this complex robot roaming seemingly free.
After about another half hour or so, I was still erasing cartridges for the promos, and I hadn't seen Kristen. In fact, I hadn't heard anything coming from the bedroom except a sort of sparking sound, accompanied by the lights dimming a bit. I figured it wasn't anything serious, or Kristen would have said something. She never told me if she needed anything for the press packets or whatever. They were still on the coffee table in front of me, so I yelled to her in the next room:
"Kristen, do you need me to bring you those materials?" But she didn't reply. Maybe she's in there taking a nap. I'll just go knock lightly on the door. I walked over to the first door in the hallway off the living room, and gave it a slight knock, but it wasn't even latched. The door swung open very fluidly, and the view it offered me was another shocking one...
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Kristen was standing, wearing only panties and a pair of black high heels, bent over at the waist with an awkward look frozen on her face. Well, it wasn't completely frozen. Her facial features seemed to twitch a little randomly, and she seemed to be muttering a distorted looping phrase.
What blew me away was that she had the same kind of charging cord in her hand that Jaime used, and it was trailing from her hand, right back up into a PANEL in her CHEST! Holy crap, she's another android! How many of these things are there in Hollywood?!?!
Plenty of other questions were forming in my mind, but my instinct was to figure out why she looked broken... Apparently she hadn't dried herself off enough after the shower when I met her... (robots can shower? I thought) and when she went to plug herself into the wall outlet, some water had gone down her hand and caused quite a spark at her fingertips, which were a singed black a bit.
I leaned in next to her mouth and tried to figure out what she was trying to say, and it sounded like a digitally distorted "...LP me - ErrOR - cHARgE maLFUNctION, voLtAGE SPIke - pLUG in unitTTTT anDddd - rEsET - HelP MMMmmmE - ERRoR..." which would repeat over and over.
I grabbed her towel off of her bed, patted her down, carefully drying her hair and the areas around the plug and open panel. I pulled the singed cord out of her claw-like hand, stuck it in the wall outlet and I heard a faint hum, like when Jaime would charge. "I wonder if this is how Jaime got me this job, but if Peter knew Kritsen was a robot, and about Jaime, why wouldn't they all just come out and tell me?" I thought to myself.
I reached into Kristen's chest panel, and pressed the blinking reset button. That faint beeping sound from within her, and a twitch of the head and she started speaking after a few seconds:
"ANTRHOTEK FEMALE ANDROID, MODEL TYPE KRISTEN, UNIT 0155 INITIALIZING..." Well, that kind of alleviates some confusion. They were built by the same company. Guess I need to try to track down this Anthrotek.
Kristen continued in that flat tone of voice, "...ALL SYSTEMS ARE FUNCTIONAL. LOADING PERSONALITY AND KNOWLEDGE-BASE FILES... ...RECHARGE IN PROGRESS: BATTERIES AT 80%, 85%, 90%, 95%, 100% ...ACTIVATING KRISTEN 0155..." Another head jerk and her eyes started that fluttering motion, almost like waking up.
Not much time to think though, Kristen seemed to be coming back to 'life.' Maybe she won't recall this little discovery, so I should leave the room just in case. And I did so. As soon as I had her door closed and I'd sat back down on the couch, I could faintly hear Kristen in the other room:
"Hi! I'm Kristen!"
I guess that is their default power-on phrase or whatever... At this point, my mind was reeling. Now I'd discovered two hot female robots in two days... What was going on? At least I could play dumb with Kristen and Peter, that is if Peter is even aware of her true nature. I wonder?
What blew me away was that she had the same kind of charging cord in her hand that Jaime used, and it was trailing from her hand, right back up into a PANEL in her CHEST! Holy crap, she's another android! How many of these things are there in Hollywood?!?!
Plenty of other questions were forming in my mind, but my instinct was to figure out why she looked broken... Apparently she hadn't dried herself off enough after the shower when I met her... (robots can shower? I thought) and when she went to plug herself into the wall outlet, some water had gone down her hand and caused quite a spark at her fingertips, which were a singed black a bit.
I leaned in next to her mouth and tried to figure out what she was trying to say, and it sounded like a digitally distorted "...LP me - ErrOR - cHARgE maLFUNctION, voLtAGE SPIke - pLUG in unitTTTT anDddd - rEsET - HelP MMMmmmE - ERRoR..." which would repeat over and over.
I grabbed her towel off of her bed, patted her down, carefully drying her hair and the areas around the plug and open panel. I pulled the singed cord out of her claw-like hand, stuck it in the wall outlet and I heard a faint hum, like when Jaime would charge. "I wonder if this is how Jaime got me this job, but if Peter knew Kritsen was a robot, and about Jaime, why wouldn't they all just come out and tell me?" I thought to myself.
I reached into Kristen's chest panel, and pressed the blinking reset button. That faint beeping sound from within her, and a twitch of the head and she started speaking after a few seconds:
"ANTRHOTEK FEMALE ANDROID, MODEL TYPE KRISTEN, UNIT 0155 INITIALIZING..." Well, that kind of alleviates some confusion. They were built by the same company. Guess I need to try to track down this Anthrotek.
Kristen continued in that flat tone of voice, "...ALL SYSTEMS ARE FUNCTIONAL. LOADING PERSONALITY AND KNOWLEDGE-BASE FILES... ...RECHARGE IN PROGRESS: BATTERIES AT 80%, 85%, 90%, 95%, 100% ...ACTIVATING KRISTEN 0155..." Another head jerk and her eyes started that fluttering motion, almost like waking up.
Not much time to think though, Kristen seemed to be coming back to 'life.' Maybe she won't recall this little discovery, so I should leave the room just in case. And I did so. As soon as I had her door closed and I'd sat back down on the couch, I could faintly hear Kristen in the other room:
"Hi! I'm Kristen!"
I guess that is their default power-on phrase or whatever... At this point, my mind was reeling. Now I'd discovered two hot female robots in two days... What was going on? At least I could play dumb with Kristen and Peter, that is if Peter is even aware of her true nature. I wonder?
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I didn't have very long to wonder though, as Kristen came walking out of the bedroom, Vavoom!, still in only her panties and high heels... I stood up, not knowing what was about to happen.
"I just wanted to thank you for helping me in there... Sometimes I'm just not too smart when it comes to electricity!" She giggled, "You know us blondes!"
"It's fine, really... Maybe you should get dressed in case Peter comes back..." I began trying to figure out ways to bring this situation back near the planet normal.
"No, I want to *thank you*" and with that, she walked up, wrapped her arms around me warmly and slid a few inches of her synthetic tongue down my throat, which believe me, I enjoyed. But then fear of Peter returning and possibly leaving me to deal with his attack dogs after he sees me making out with his girlfriend caused me to push Kristen away.
"No, really. I'm supposed to be working...." I said, trying again to interrupt, but Kristen wouldn't have it.
"I said I wanted to thank you - if it weren't for you I'd be frozen by that plug all night, and if more water had dripped into my sockets, well... I'd be one smoky pile of metal and plastic right now. Let me thank you in the only way I know best..." As she said the last sentence, she motioned up and down her body with her hands, turned around and bent over to take off her panties, and her shoes I presumed.
Aside from the paranoia that was building up in me, I also had one rock-hard erection from the constant view of Kristen's fabulous naked form in front of me. She obviously planned on doing me no matter what I had to say, so 'fuck it' I decided. I had wondered with Jaime whether *all* of these robot girls' orifices were anatomically correct, so...
While Kristen was bent over facing away from me, I unbuttoned my pants, and slid myself right up into her artificial anus.
"Oooh!" she squeeled with glee as I began to slowly pump back and forth inside her gorgeous rear. She really seemed to be enjoying it, as she started digging her fingers into the nearby chair. She began to match my pumping motion with her hips, grinding into me. After a few minutes, I was getting close and she said, "Let's move to the couch, and I'll finish you off!"
I pulled out of her and laid back on the couch, not bothering to take the time to clean all the video tapes off. A bunch of cartridges wasn't the most comfortable thing to lay on, but who cares?! Kristen was a monster when it came to sex, she had her legs all wrapped around me in ways I'd never thought of. She gave me a little blow job before mounting me on the couch.
She managed to get out between panting: "Wow!... I've never.... had anal sex.... before.... it was so unbelievably good!.... I'll have to tell Peter..... that you taught me a new position!..."
"What?! Are you crazy?! You can't tell him we had sex - he'll kill me!" I yelled out, which was a bit difficult through the waterfall of pleasure I was experiencing with her.
Kristen still had that beautiful smile on her face, pumping and breathing hard, looking very content to be banging my brains out. She said, "Oh he'll.... ..be so happy that I enjoy.... ...anal sex.... ....he won't care it was you...."
But I couldn't believe her. Being on the bottom wasn't helping me protest, so I tried to flip her over on her back so I could get up and at least not be stuck banging this producer's sex-crazed android girlfriend if he happened to come back in.
As I rolled Kristen onto her back, she was trying to tell me not to stop fucking her, and something happened. I didn't realize what at first.
As I started to pull out of her pussy, she said, "Don't stop! Please, Don't StoppPPPPP STOP STOP ST ST ST ST TOP TOP OPSTOP STOP STOP DOP DON'T DON'T DON'T STTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT OPP PSPS AB DONT DOSNPAN DNP...." As her voice started to distort and repeat itself, there was this horrible buzzing sound coming from her chest area.
Her eyes started looking around randomly, and her facial expressions seemed to switch from a frightened look to random expressions, back and forth. She started beeping feverishly, and her voice had distorted to where it was just a droning, low pitch static-filled sound.
Freaking out, I grabbed her and sat her up on the couch, and the buzzing immediately stopped. I looked down, and she had laid directly on top of the video tape eraser, triggering it's 'on' switch. 'Oh my god!' I thought, I've just erased or scrambled everything on her hard drive, or memory, or whatever this fembot has insider her, and when Peter gets back, I'm going to be screwed!
'Maybe if I could reset her again, she'll be okay,' I thought to myself... The only problem was that Jaime and Kristen had always had their chest panels open already when I used the reset button... I had no way to figure out how to open it myself. Frantically, I started feeling all over her body for anything that looked out of place, like a button or recess or whatever.
Kristen was still making unintelligible sounds, and slightly twitching her limbs under me, which was still giving me quite a thrill, despite my fear of being fed to the dogs outside. As I felt behind both of her ears, there seemed to be a mosquito-bite-sized bump behind her left ear. I figured it had to be something, why would a robotic woman get a bug bite? So I pressed it, and BINGO! her chest panel slid right open, and her limbs froze. I reached in and pressed the reset button.
"I just wanted to thank you for helping me in there... Sometimes I'm just not too smart when it comes to electricity!" She giggled, "You know us blondes!"
"It's fine, really... Maybe you should get dressed in case Peter comes back..." I began trying to figure out ways to bring this situation back near the planet normal.
"No, I want to *thank you*" and with that, she walked up, wrapped her arms around me warmly and slid a few inches of her synthetic tongue down my throat, which believe me, I enjoyed. But then fear of Peter returning and possibly leaving me to deal with his attack dogs after he sees me making out with his girlfriend caused me to push Kristen away.
"No, really. I'm supposed to be working...." I said, trying again to interrupt, but Kristen wouldn't have it.
"I said I wanted to thank you - if it weren't for you I'd be frozen by that plug all night, and if more water had dripped into my sockets, well... I'd be one smoky pile of metal and plastic right now. Let me thank you in the only way I know best..." As she said the last sentence, she motioned up and down her body with her hands, turned around and bent over to take off her panties, and her shoes I presumed.
Aside from the paranoia that was building up in me, I also had one rock-hard erection from the constant view of Kristen's fabulous naked form in front of me. She obviously planned on doing me no matter what I had to say, so 'fuck it' I decided. I had wondered with Jaime whether *all* of these robot girls' orifices were anatomically correct, so...
While Kristen was bent over facing away from me, I unbuttoned my pants, and slid myself right up into her artificial anus.
"Oooh!" she squeeled with glee as I began to slowly pump back and forth inside her gorgeous rear. She really seemed to be enjoying it, as she started digging her fingers into the nearby chair. She began to match my pumping motion with her hips, grinding into me. After a few minutes, I was getting close and she said, "Let's move to the couch, and I'll finish you off!"
I pulled out of her and laid back on the couch, not bothering to take the time to clean all the video tapes off. A bunch of cartridges wasn't the most comfortable thing to lay on, but who cares?! Kristen was a monster when it came to sex, she had her legs all wrapped around me in ways I'd never thought of. She gave me a little blow job before mounting me on the couch.
She managed to get out between panting: "Wow!... I've never.... had anal sex.... before.... it was so unbelievably good!.... I'll have to tell Peter..... that you taught me a new position!..."
"What?! Are you crazy?! You can't tell him we had sex - he'll kill me!" I yelled out, which was a bit difficult through the waterfall of pleasure I was experiencing with her.
Kristen still had that beautiful smile on her face, pumping and breathing hard, looking very content to be banging my brains out. She said, "Oh he'll.... ..be so happy that I enjoy.... ...anal sex.... ....he won't care it was you...."
But I couldn't believe her. Being on the bottom wasn't helping me protest, so I tried to flip her over on her back so I could get up and at least not be stuck banging this producer's sex-crazed android girlfriend if he happened to come back in.
As I rolled Kristen onto her back, she was trying to tell me not to stop fucking her, and something happened. I didn't realize what at first.
As I started to pull out of her pussy, she said, "Don't stop! Please, Don't StoppPPPPP STOP STOP ST ST ST ST TOP TOP OPSTOP STOP STOP DOP DON'T DON'T DON'T STTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT OPP PSPS AB DONT DOSNPAN DNP...." As her voice started to distort and repeat itself, there was this horrible buzzing sound coming from her chest area.
Her eyes started looking around randomly, and her facial expressions seemed to switch from a frightened look to random expressions, back and forth. She started beeping feverishly, and her voice had distorted to where it was just a droning, low pitch static-filled sound.
Freaking out, I grabbed her and sat her up on the couch, and the buzzing immediately stopped. I looked down, and she had laid directly on top of the video tape eraser, triggering it's 'on' switch. 'Oh my god!' I thought, I've just erased or scrambled everything on her hard drive, or memory, or whatever this fembot has insider her, and when Peter gets back, I'm going to be screwed!
'Maybe if I could reset her again, she'll be okay,' I thought to myself... The only problem was that Jaime and Kristen had always had their chest panels open already when I used the reset button... I had no way to figure out how to open it myself. Frantically, I started feeling all over her body for anything that looked out of place, like a button or recess or whatever.
Kristen was still making unintelligible sounds, and slightly twitching her limbs under me, which was still giving me quite a thrill, despite my fear of being fed to the dogs outside. As I felt behind both of her ears, there seemed to be a mosquito-bite-sized bump behind her left ear. I figured it had to be something, why would a robotic woman get a bug bite? So I pressed it, and BINGO! her chest panel slid right open, and her limbs froze. I reached in and pressed the reset button.
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Kristen chimed in with her flat voice: "ANTRHOTEK FEMALE ANDROID, MODEL TYPE KRISTEN, UNIT 0155 INITIALIZING..." Thank God, I thought. I might get out of this okay after all
".....ALL SYSTEMS ARE FUNCTIONAL. LOADING PERSONALITY AND KNOWLEDGE-BASE FILES..." There was a soft beep from within her, followed by a louder dissonant beep "...ERROR.... UNABLE TO LOCATE PERSONALITY AND KNOWLEDGE-BASE FILES... ...UNABLE TO ACTIVATE KRISTEN 0155... ...POWERING DOWN...." and with that, another soft beep and Kristen's body went limp.
"Oh, fuck!" What do I do now? I have no idea how these things work, other than the reset button and if you plug them in they recharge... I was seriously starting to consider jumping in my car and leaving for Mexico before Peter came home, when my cell phone rang. Who could that be?
It was Jaime... Maybe she'll have some advice, being a robot and all. I answered, and barely said hello before she started talking.
Jaime said: "Don't worry, everything will be all right. I'll be there in five minutes." And she hung up. 'Okay,' I thought, 'maybe this isn't so bad... at least I'll have some sort of clue as to what's going on here.'
Four minutes and 59 seconds later, Jaime was knocking at the door. I let her in, and started babbling about what happened...
"She insisted on having sex after I helped her recharge, but then she rolled over on the tape eraser, and I think it erased her personality and other files and stuff, and...." I was starting to freak out, looking at the naked, inert damaged fembot on the couch.
Jaime placed a finger on my lips, "Shhh, I know all about what happened. I'll take care of it."
"You know? How?" I asked.
"Kristen and I share info all the time, we're connected wirelessly by modems inside us. She and I are sort of like sisters. How else did you think I got you the job?" Jaime explained as she sat down next to Kristen.
"Okay..." I accepted. "But how are you supposed to get all of her data back?
"Each of us has a very well-protected DVD-R backup that's updated every 30 minutes inside us. That way, in cases such as this, where extreme magnetism, cold, heat, or electricity wipe out our more volatile hard drives, we have a backup." At that, Jaime ran her index finger down the center of Kristen's torso. A much larger panel opened in Kristen's stomach, and out of a metal box-looking object heavily-wired and welded inside her, a DVD came sliding out, as though someone hit 'eject.'
Jaime skillfully removed the DVD from the slot it came out of, and placed it into another, slimmer metal slot up higher, just below Kristen's chest. The motion of her hand and arm removing and re-inserting the DVD-R reminded me of the way assembly robot arms move in car factories. It was very precise and fluid, not natural at all. But then again, why would it need to be?
Lights all throughout the blonde's torso began blinking, and we heard another series of those muffled beeps, only they were clear now. They seemed to come from her CPU, which looked to be situated up around her metallic 'spine' (which really looked more like some crazy erector-set construction from the inside) and was now quite active.
Her head began twitching again, though not like when she was malfunctioning. It looked kind of like someone trying to read a lot of fast-scrolling pages of text in their field of view, her mouth barely forming word shapes. More beeps, now faint as her stomach panel was closing. Then the seams around her front and in her chest disappeared without a trace, as before.
Kristen's 'activity' finally seemed to slow to a stop, her eyes closed and her limbs all relaxed. After a second, her whole body stiffened, and gave me a start. She sat bolt upright with her eyes open and alert-looking. In a flat voice, she said:
"PERSONALITY AND KNOWLEDGE-BASE FILES RESTORED... COMPENSATING FOR MISSING MEMORY RECORD... INTERNAL CLOCK RESYNCHRONIZED... ...STARTUP RESUMING... ...ACTIVATING KRISTEN 0155..." and the old beep and jerk, and she continued in her 'normal' voice that I hadn't heard since our ill-fated bump-and-gear-grind (sorry, bad pun, couldn't help it) on the couch:
"Hi! I'm Kristen!" She said straight out into the room, before looking and focusing her eyes on the two of us. "Hi Jaime! What's going on? When did you get here?"
"I just stopped by to help him with your PKB files. You had a couple of bad accidents in a row, sis." Jaime explained all matter-of-factly, as if the two fembots had had this conversation dozens of times. Perhaps they had.
I chimed in, "Yeah, ummm, I accidentally erased you, and you had shorted yourself out earlier. But Jaime here seemed to be on top of the situation..."
Jaime interrupted me again. Man, these synthetic women sure like to steer the conversation! She said, "Kristen will need us to fill in the last half hour or so of her memory... Speaking of being on top of the situation, she won't remember the great sex you had before I came over. Kristen, you used your anal sex program for the first time, and you *loved* it!"
"Hey, before it gets too late, or too weird, while I've got both of you here," I barged in, "I've got some questions for both of you... not that I mind Jaime being so cool with me having sex with Kristen, but,... who the hell is Anthrotek? How many of you robots are out there? Why am I meeting all of you so quickly?!?!
"Calm down, there'll be plenty of time to fill you in on whatever you want to know in a little while." Kristen said, placing her hand on my shoulder, pulling me down next to her on the couch. She snuggled her warm, still naked body up against mine.
"Right now, there's another program that neither of us have tried out before..."Jaime purred as she sat down next to me on the other side. I just now noticed that she was wearing a raincoat, which she slid out of as she sat down on the couch and snuggled equally close, placing a hand around my back. Under the raincoat, she had only been wearing her high heels, white panties, and a matching choker of thread. "It's a combination of our threesome and 69-position programs. We know our frames are flexible enough to pull it off, and we think you'd love it...."
Oh man, oh man. Here we go again.
".....ALL SYSTEMS ARE FUNCTIONAL. LOADING PERSONALITY AND KNOWLEDGE-BASE FILES..." There was a soft beep from within her, followed by a louder dissonant beep "...ERROR.... UNABLE TO LOCATE PERSONALITY AND KNOWLEDGE-BASE FILES... ...UNABLE TO ACTIVATE KRISTEN 0155... ...POWERING DOWN...." and with that, another soft beep and Kristen's body went limp.
"Oh, fuck!" What do I do now? I have no idea how these things work, other than the reset button and if you plug them in they recharge... I was seriously starting to consider jumping in my car and leaving for Mexico before Peter came home, when my cell phone rang. Who could that be?
It was Jaime... Maybe she'll have some advice, being a robot and all. I answered, and barely said hello before she started talking.
Jaime said: "Don't worry, everything will be all right. I'll be there in five minutes." And she hung up. 'Okay,' I thought, 'maybe this isn't so bad... at least I'll have some sort of clue as to what's going on here.'
Four minutes and 59 seconds later, Jaime was knocking at the door. I let her in, and started babbling about what happened...
"She insisted on having sex after I helped her recharge, but then she rolled over on the tape eraser, and I think it erased her personality and other files and stuff, and...." I was starting to freak out, looking at the naked, inert damaged fembot on the couch.
Jaime placed a finger on my lips, "Shhh, I know all about what happened. I'll take care of it."
"You know? How?" I asked.
"Kristen and I share info all the time, we're connected wirelessly by modems inside us. She and I are sort of like sisters. How else did you think I got you the job?" Jaime explained as she sat down next to Kristen.
"Okay..." I accepted. "But how are you supposed to get all of her data back?
"Each of us has a very well-protected DVD-R backup that's updated every 30 minutes inside us. That way, in cases such as this, where extreme magnetism, cold, heat, or electricity wipe out our more volatile hard drives, we have a backup." At that, Jaime ran her index finger down the center of Kristen's torso. A much larger panel opened in Kristen's stomach, and out of a metal box-looking object heavily-wired and welded inside her, a DVD came sliding out, as though someone hit 'eject.'
Jaime skillfully removed the DVD from the slot it came out of, and placed it into another, slimmer metal slot up higher, just below Kristen's chest. The motion of her hand and arm removing and re-inserting the DVD-R reminded me of the way assembly robot arms move in car factories. It was very precise and fluid, not natural at all. But then again, why would it need to be?
Lights all throughout the blonde's torso began blinking, and we heard another series of those muffled beeps, only they were clear now. They seemed to come from her CPU, which looked to be situated up around her metallic 'spine' (which really looked more like some crazy erector-set construction from the inside) and was now quite active.
Her head began twitching again, though not like when she was malfunctioning. It looked kind of like someone trying to read a lot of fast-scrolling pages of text in their field of view, her mouth barely forming word shapes. More beeps, now faint as her stomach panel was closing. Then the seams around her front and in her chest disappeared without a trace, as before.
Kristen's 'activity' finally seemed to slow to a stop, her eyes closed and her limbs all relaxed. After a second, her whole body stiffened, and gave me a start. She sat bolt upright with her eyes open and alert-looking. In a flat voice, she said:
"PERSONALITY AND KNOWLEDGE-BASE FILES RESTORED... COMPENSATING FOR MISSING MEMORY RECORD... INTERNAL CLOCK RESYNCHRONIZED... ...STARTUP RESUMING... ...ACTIVATING KRISTEN 0155..." and the old beep and jerk, and she continued in her 'normal' voice that I hadn't heard since our ill-fated bump-and-gear-grind (sorry, bad pun, couldn't help it) on the couch:
"Hi! I'm Kristen!" She said straight out into the room, before looking and focusing her eyes on the two of us. "Hi Jaime! What's going on? When did you get here?"
"I just stopped by to help him with your PKB files. You had a couple of bad accidents in a row, sis." Jaime explained all matter-of-factly, as if the two fembots had had this conversation dozens of times. Perhaps they had.
I chimed in, "Yeah, ummm, I accidentally erased you, and you had shorted yourself out earlier. But Jaime here seemed to be on top of the situation..."
Jaime interrupted me again. Man, these synthetic women sure like to steer the conversation! She said, "Kristen will need us to fill in the last half hour or so of her memory... Speaking of being on top of the situation, she won't remember the great sex you had before I came over. Kristen, you used your anal sex program for the first time, and you *loved* it!"
"Hey, before it gets too late, or too weird, while I've got both of you here," I barged in, "I've got some questions for both of you... not that I mind Jaime being so cool with me having sex with Kristen, but,... who the hell is Anthrotek? How many of you robots are out there? Why am I meeting all of you so quickly?!?!
"Calm down, there'll be plenty of time to fill you in on whatever you want to know in a little while." Kristen said, placing her hand on my shoulder, pulling me down next to her on the couch. She snuggled her warm, still naked body up against mine.
"Right now, there's another program that neither of us have tried out before..."Jaime purred as she sat down next to me on the other side. I just now noticed that she was wearing a raincoat, which she slid out of as she sat down on the couch and snuggled equally close, placing a hand around my back. Under the raincoat, she had only been wearing her high heels, white panties, and a matching choker of thread. "It's a combination of our threesome and 69-position programs. We know our frames are flexible enough to pull it off, and we think you'd love it...."
Oh man, oh man. Here we go again.
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