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G. Jane
By D.B. Story
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
A special thanks to Mulligan, VW, Gorgo, Saeger, and Deryk Bramwell for their excellent and much appreciated proofreading.
G. Jane looked down at the man who was finishing his business between her loins. While she was concerned to be sure that he got all he'd paid for, he had no apparent concern for her at all. That seemed often the case with humans. Many didn't even know, or bother to learn, her proper name.
Some thought the G in her name stood for Gynoid. While an accurate term—now fading in popular usage in favor of the more widely recognized fembot—that wasn't it. Neither was Girlfriend correct. Fred, a much nicer customer than this current lout, once told her it must stand for Guiltless, since that was the intent of her existence. When Jane told him with a smile that he was incorrect, they'd spent the next hour laughing as he playfully offered every other likely G-word from Guilt-free to Gorgeous, to her amusement.
G. Jane's full name was "Gigolo Jane Mark III-27513", indicating that she was a rather popular model. She preferred, however, to just be Jane, when allowed. She represented the distaff side of the surprisingly popular Gigolo Joe line. The man between her legs this moment hadn't bothered to learn even that much however. He was wrapped up in his attempt to achieve orgasm before he lost his erection entirely—not that any of that could be attributed to Jane. Neither this man, Jane's owner, nor even Fred, yet recognized that her sense of humor and amusement was already far advanced over others of her model type; nor that Jane's mind was far more perceptive and analytical than when she'd rolled off of the assembly line.
If he hadn't had so much to drink first, Jane thought to herself, this would have been a whole lot easier. Even if he is a lout, he still could have made this more fun for both of us.
Not that Jane was complaining—exactly. She was always able to enjoy a man's attentions to any of her sexual areas; for Jane, her whole body qualified as one big sexual area. But this man's idea of sex seemed very limited.
Jane would like to have drawn some more attention to her firm breasts with their sensitive, erect nipples. However, this man had just gotten down to business the moment he got her into the cheap hotel room Jane used when nothing better was available. The instant their arrangement had been completed and money exchanged, he'd pulled her miniskirt up and his pants down. Jane felt it was good that the hotel was so close, else he might have just taken her in the first alley they passed. She didn't mind alleys and the thrill of possible discovery, but for this man even the most carefully orchestrated performance on her part was having trouble satisfying him.
As Jane lay back to receive him she had removed her top and bra to offer up the rest of her body to his attentions. He ignored it. While not disappointed—exactly—Jane felt neither of them was getting the full deal. In their current ad hoc lovemaking position she couldn't even rub herself up against his chest.
Jane realized she'd like to reach over and at least squeeze one of her receptive nipples herself, but that wasn't allowed without explicit permission. She did pull her forearms in on the sides of her breasts to push them even higher, and wiggled her torso like an expert exotic dancer in the hope that their motion would catch the man's attention, but he seemed too focused on his own sex act.
Finally—and this certainly didn't take that much longer—he finished with a grunt. Jane timed her climax to finish just after his, although it took a little fakery on her part on this occasion. She could certainly climax properly with her programming, but it wanted her to be as much like a real woman as possible for realism's sake.
The man withdrew out of her, then snatched for the remote control on the chain around Jane's neck. As he thumbed down her Command button, Jane expected to be ordered to suck him off as a finale to his pleasure, which was actually okay with her.
But he must have already given all he had to this assignation because he surprised her with his command.
"Now gimmie back my money," he commanded gruffly.
This request was not a surprise to Jane, just its timing. It was a standard hazard in her line of business. The man was already on her jerk list, but now she promoted him to the top of it before letting her face go blank and replying in a monotone voice devoid of all the richness it normally held.
"Unable to comply. That command violates my programming integrity constraints."
"Damn you!" he cursed.
Twice more he tried to give her the same command without success, before throwing the remote across the cheap room and storming out amidst a cloud of invective.
* * * *
Jane waited until she was sure he was gone. Technically he still had several minutes remaining on their agreed-upon contract and could return to claim them with her, but he didn't.
Jane finally got up and retrieved her remote, placing it back around her neck for all to see, and for her next customer to easily access. That illusion of control was part of the deal. It wasn't that Jane wasn't subservient to her remote—but rather that her loyalties were programmed elsewhere and she couldn't be easily commanded to go against them by use of her remote alone.