The Co-Star

[LongTimeLurker]

More tales from the "one-off* robosmut" series.

* OK, not one-off

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Will sat across from the newest member of the cast, still trying to work out who she might be. It didn’t matter that the cameras were rolling — according to the script, this café was the first place his character had met hers, and ‘Ted Harden the trillionaire playboy you loved to hate’ would just as curious as he was.

She was a shockingly gorgeous woman, Asian, with milk-white, flawless skin and dark, inviting eyes. Her red petal lips were held in a shy half-smile, her glossy black hair brushing her shoulders as she coyly looked down at her coffee before meeting his gaze once more. If the role of a coquettish geisha for an Asian actress seemed hackneyed to him even by the dwindling standards of this long-running show, he couldn’t imagine what she must be thinking — but she was still playing it to the hilt. When her smile broadened to reveal a row of perfect white teeth, Will realized he had missed his cue.

“Don’t be nervous,” he said magnanimously, “This isn’t an interrogation, just a… chance for us to get to know one another.” With skill he attributed to years of stagecraft, he did not pull a face when he took a sip of his burnt coffee. “And I’d like you to see that I’m not the villain the stories make me out to be.”

“I place no faith in rumors, Mr. Harden,” she said playfully, her words decorated by a faint accent.

“Please,” he responded, flashing a wolfish grin. “Call me Ted.”

“Of course… Ted,” she cooed, leaning back in her chair. Her white sweater over black leggings was further evidence that wardrobe was locked in the twenty-tens, but with anatomy like hers Will imagined she could make a trash bag look fashion forward. Despite the thickness of the sweater it did little to hide her stupendous bust, and he found his mind wandering once more. Why had the producers been so cagey about introducing her to him, the star of this damn show? Was she someone’s wife? Mistress? He realized he had missed another cue. “You haven’t touched your coffee,” he ad-libbed, trying to refocus.

The improvised line apparently threw her for a loop, and while she maintained her smile, it now seemed artificial. She raised her steaming cup haltingly, her eyes glassy and empty.

“She’ll fry her circuits!” cried a voice from the crew.

“Cut! Cut!” the director shouted, rushing to the table. “Kimiko — put the coffee down!”

As she complied her face recovered its more natural expression, and Will turned to the director in disbelief. “A robot? Are you fucking kidding me?!”

“You weren’t supposed to find out yet…” he muttered before asking the crew, “She OK?”

“She’s green,” answered one of the techs. “But if you’re gonna have her drink anything, it needs to below one-seventy-“

“That wasn’t in the script,” the director sighed, looking at Will.

Will pushed away from the table. “You know that by casting a robot you’re violating Guild law, right?”

“Not if the actroid is playing a robot!” corrected the pedantic line-producer.

It took a moment for Will to process what he was hearing. “So Kimiko, the defector from the rival pharma company, is inexplicably a robot.”

“Twist?” offered one of the writers.

Will ground his teeth. “And you thought I would be too dumb to notice what she was?”

“You gotta admit,” the director said, patting Kimiko’s head while she smiled pleasantly, “she had you fooled.” He paused, “Actually, we’re really gonna need you to admit she had you fooled. With your testimonial we get a huge discount, and our new starlet here does not come cheap!”

Will massaged his temples and stalked toward the break room, muttering, “This fucking show...”

“Alright everybody, take twenty,” the director shouted just before Will managed to slam the door behind him.

The line-producer approached the director, tapping her tablet. Before she could say anything, he tried to head her off with, “We’ll get Roger to endorse her.”

“Roger’s not the star of the show”, the assistant said tersely. “Plus he’s an idiot. Either we get Mr. Leading Tantrum to say he couldn’t tell she was an actroid or we crate her up and ship her back to-”

“You can’t!” the director barked, then winced at his own outburst.

The line-producer’s face paled. “Phil, you didn’t… did you?” She lowered her voice, but the anger was still plain. “Did you void her return policy!?”

“C’mon Angie, she was fucking built for it!” pleaded the director. “Look, it doesn’t matter… Will’s gonna give that testimonial.”

“You had better hope so,” the line-producer said evenly, walking away to undoubtedly draft the email that would end the director’s career.

“Alright!” the director exclaimed with forced enthusiasm and turning to the still smiling Kimiko. “You need to go into that break room and show Will just how ‘human’ you can be. Look, I don’t care what he asks you to do, what… ‘protocols’ or whatever he violates, just so long as he comes out of there singing your praises. OK?”

“OK!” Kimiko said with a sly giggle. Standing from the table, she straightened her sweater and strode confidently toward to the break room.

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Will turned at the sound of the door opening, expecting Phil armed with a non-apology — instead, he saw the actroid wearing that same coy smile. She leaned back against the door, pushing it shut before crossing her shapely legs, her weight on the heel of one of her fur-lined calf-high boots.

“Oh — it’s you,” muttered Will, downing his third scotch of the morning.

“Yes… it’s me,” she said, tapping the toe of her boot. Will hated to admit it, but whoever had put her together had done an amazing job. The public had laughed when the Screen Actors Guild launched its all-out PR war against robotic actors. Nobody believed one of those stiff, awkward, plastic-and-rubber automatons would be a threat to flesh-and-blood actors, but the Guild understood it was only a matter of time. Today, Will felt like he was staring at the inevitable end of his career — and the fact she was excruciatingly hot didn’t make it any better.

“Why are you here,” he asked, pouring himself another drink.

“I want to show you that you were not a fool to mistake me for human.” A hand slipped behind her back and he heard the lock click. As she stepped forward, her curvy hips ticked side-to-side in her slow advance. Will hated the way she seemed to take his desire for her for granted, her smile seeming more smug than coy. Of course, robot or no, he did find her intensely desirable… but this was about principles!

“I’ll give you that you’re the most convincing bundle of circuits I’ve seen… but the reason they kept you from me is that they knew you couldn’t pass under any real scrutiny.”

“Oh?” she asked, reaching out to take his drink from him, setting it aside as she leaned in closer. “I think I can be pretty convincing…”

He put a hand on her chest to keep her at arm’s length, the cushion of her bust squeezing tantalizingly against his palm. Those former ‘principles’ suddenly seemed far less important, but he still pushed her back and said, “You couldn’t drink that coffee.”

That vapid, glass-eyed smile returned as she stared at nothing for a moment. Recovering, she took the wrist of the hand that held her at bay and urged his hand further against her sweater and the lush breasts beneath. “Coffee isn’t important…”

“Sorry doll, but coffee seems to be all I can think about!” He pushed past her and punched in his usual on the break-room’s dispenser, then ordered a second. When she was at his side again, he pressed the coffee into her hands.

“To actors,” he said, ‘clinking’ his cup against hers. He took a large sip of the steaming freeze-dried swill, breathed a satisfied sigh, then looked at her expectantly. “Your turn.”

She glanced between him and the cup before finally bringing it to her lips. He was surprised when she tilted the cup and downed the entire thing, mimicked his sigh, then tossed the cup over her shoulder. “Satisfied?” she asked playfully.

Will wasn’t exactly certain what he expected to happen by having her drink, but he expected it to be more than ‘nothing.’ He was wondering what his next move would be when he noticed wisps of smoke rising from beneath her sweater.

“Oh… it’s very… warm in here…” she sighed, pulling off her sweater and revealing a lace camisole stretched taught by a pair of cream-colored breasts. With a mechanical click, vents opened on her décolletage and the white smoke began to thin.

Will shook his head disapprovingly. “Those vents — not very human of you.”

“O…oh,” she said, and they slid shut. Something inside her spun up to a high-pitched whine.

Will flopped into one of the padded break-room chairs and sipped at his coffee. “Tell me about your very human hobbies, Kimiko.”

“My ho… my hobbies?” she asked, smoke beginning to seep from lips no longer pressed into that shy smile of hers.

“Sure — what do you do when you’re not pretending to be a robot who’s pretending to be a human?”

She walked toward him, her hips still swinging but her balance unsteady. She cautiously put one knee on either armrest, easing her waist down above his lap, her breasts at his eye level. “I… I-I like swimming...” As she swayed in front of him, he couldn’t resist reaching to remove her camisole, and she lifted her slender arms as he pulled it free, her tits jostling in their white-lace bra. “Swimming at the b-beach…” she repeated, leaning forward to introduce Will’s face to her cleavage.

“Why is that your hobby?” Will asked, stopping her once more.

“What-t-t?” she stammered, her knees slipping between the armrests, her hips bouncing into his lap. Heat coursed from her waist and chest, and Will observed that her flawless skin was also bone-dry.

“Swimming — why do you like it? “

“I… I-I am neutrally buoyant,” she managed, her hands fumbling ineffectually at the waist of her leggings.

“Very persuasive,” Will chuckled. “And since you got here, how many times have you taken a swim?”

“Z-zero,” she whined, grabbing his head and burying his face in her tits. He allowed himself a quick nuzzle, taking in her floral perfume and marveling how tremendously real they felt.

Managing to pull himself away, he said, “If you haven’t done it, you can’t really call it a hobby, can you? That’s not an interest you have, that’s programming. Not very convincing.” She gave a groan in protest and fell back with her head listing to one side, twitching, while her eyes fluttered behind a veil of white smoke. Suddenly she seized one of his wrists, slapping his hand across her shapely backside. He obliged her with a squeeze, the sheer fabric of her leggings taught and smooth over her firm posterior, and she recovered slightly, smiling once more. “H-help me out-t of these and I’ll show you h-how c-convincing I am.”

“Alright, assume we ignore any hobbies or interests of yours beyond the realm of fucking…”

She nodded urgently, eyes clenched shut, biting her lip as she still struggled to slide her waistband over her rump.

“Even within these constraints-” he ran a finger along the cup of her bra, teasing her stiff nipple to solicit a delighted squeal. “-you’re still not convincing me. You’re hot to the touch, panting like you’re in heat, but you haven’t even broken a sweat?”

“Ahhh… ahh… fluids reserved for in-t-terior liquid c-cooling… ahhh!”

“Exactly what a human might say. By the way, you can detect sarcasm, right?”

“Nnngh!” she groaned in protest, and her exposed skin was quickly covered in a wet sheen. Her bra was quickly soaked as rivulets ran down the valley of her trembling cleavage.

“I’m impressed!” Will said, and pulled down her leggings, his hands sensing even greater warmth coming from her sweat-drenched synthetic flesh as she kicked and stretched to lose her boots, then the leggings themselves. She ground her soft haunches against his lap, and his hands returned to her posterior. One hand slid between her cheeks and along the fabric trail of her thong, stopping just before her heat-flushed sex.

“Yes…” she pleaded. The top of her head was nearly invisible behind the cloud of white steaming from her mouth, nostrils, and ears.

“Alright, you’ve convinced me,” Will grunted, slipping his fingers inside of her.

She squealed again, her body trembling as she cried, “S-sing my p-p-praises!”

“Of course, that was sarcasm,” he amended, still working her increasingly overheated sex.

“I-I w-what?” Through the smoke he just barely read her face scrunched in confusion.

“Or maybe that was sarcasm?”

Suddenly her body became very rigid, her pitch elevated. “Warning, th-this unit-t-t is s-s-suffering from mmmultiple ohhhh! Ahh!”

“No wait, that one there was definitely sarcasm,” he said sarcastically, his fingers moving even faster.

Her legs tightened against him as she squealed, “Th-this unit c-c-context errrorrrr c-c-cannot determinnnne c-c-coffee s-s-swimming humannnnn fluid overheat core overheat core praises ahhhh!” She fell forward, her wet breasts splashing against his face. “Warning error overheat hob-b-bies sex sex sex I am convincing sing singgggg myyyyy ahhhhh!” He felt a wash of heat from her and a sudden surge shook her entire torso, something inside her breasts humming madly before her body seized up completely. With a long, lingering sigh, her components audibly spun down, and she slumped against him, her floral perfume mixed with the smell of burnt electronics.

After taking a moment to once again savor the defunct robot’s exquisite rack that buried his face, Will pushed her aside and noticed that her head was now hanging behind her back, connected by a thick bundle of cables. Seeing her like this made it hard for him to think of her as a threat to his career, and began to wonder if she might be repaired.

Leaving the break room, he saw the set was nearly empty save for one anxious-looking director. Will waved him over and said, “I’ve got good news and bad news, Phil. The good news is that I’m no longer mad at you for this escapade of yours, and I think I’m ready to work with an actroid.”

The director looked at him suspiciously, then past him, his eyes widening in shock.

“The bad news is-“

“I am in n-n-need-d of servicing,” an electronic voice called, and Will turned to see Kimiko staggering from the break-room, her face fixed with a serene smile, her head slightly askew on her neck.

“Kimi-baby, what happened?” the director gasped, stepping away from the sparking actroid.

“He s-sang my p-praises,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss Will on the cheek, then succumbed to an electrical twinge. “Un-l-l-less that was s-sarcasm?”

After careful consideration, Will took her by the wrist and pulled her back toward the break room. “That testimonial you wanted? I think I’m gonna go give it to Kimiko directly.” He pulled her close, adding, “In earnest.” The door shut once more, followed by the clicking of the lock.


(Continued in The Audition)

[PowerDroid5000]

Great one! Here's hoping to see a sequel!

[RoxxyRobofox]

Awww, he likes her after all. Maybe. It's ambiguous.

WHY IS EVERYTHING YOU WRITE SO AMBIGUOUS

Still love it tho! As always, looking forward to what you do next.

[Spaz]

Very good read after a long day at work!

I particularly like when stories explore some of the more realistic and potential legal issues that could crop up with artificial people, such as unions not allowing android workers who could work overtime or whatnot.

[LongTimeLurker]

Thanks everyone!

WHY IS EVERYTHING YOU WRITE SO AMBIGUOUS

Because I'm pretty crap at conveying any theme or message

[TW]

Remorse? Acting? Or just horniness?

I really liked the way this ended, and I'm glad to see something new from you!

[DollSpace]

It's been awhile since I've read a good malfunction story. Then again, time is weird for me so I may have just read one.. but congratulations on this one

[Svengli]

I really enjoyed this. My favorite of the last few months.

[BA2]

Good stuff - very enjoyable!

[tectile]

I like this idea and I liked the story.

I would have liked to see Kimiko act a little more human longer and the seduction scene expanded before you got into the malfunctions.

[LongTimeLurker]

Thanks again!

I would have liked to see Kimiko act a little more human longer and the seduction scene expanded before you got into the malfunctions.

I agree, it was a bit abrupt. I'll see if I can't expand it when I move it over to the wiki.

[Uhoh]

I think Will and Kimiko are gonna do fine for that production... of course the director might want a mechanic on hand until the premiere
Great story!

[D.Olivaw]

I agree with Tectile, my only gripe is that it ended too quickly. Other than that, great malfunction scene and I quite liked the ambiguity in the male lead's behavior and statements.

[DZiegler]

Sooooo good! Keep it up!

[DollSpace]

I agree with Tectile, my only gripe is that it ended too quickly. Other than that, great malfunction scene and I quite liked the ambiguity in the male lead's behavior and statements.

Agree with Tectile and you, it ended too quickly, but that may even be a plot device if Sam decides to something else to her, like bring her home, or learn how to repair. But this great story was a quick burst of sunshine on a sky full of clouds.

[LongTimeLurker]

Thanks again! Very kind words.

Agree with Tectile and you, it ended too quickly, but that may even be a plot device if Sam decides to something else to her, like bring her home, or learn how to repair.

I was going to rework the story a bit, but I ended up starting on a follow up showing their 'working relationship' down the road. Spoilers: Involves robosmut. Should have it up 'soon'!

[MalcfunctionCrazyfor]

That's awesome LTL. Big fan of your work. Can't wait for the next installment!

[ANDROID69]

Longtime, great story man you hit my two top fetishs in one blow lol Female robots & a hot Asian LADY keep this going please!!!!!!