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Copyright ©July 2009 by Faye Draco
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I Adora You
By
Faye Draco
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Chapter 1
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Why did it have to be gray? Wasn't the whole point of this little venture to cheer their lives? Wouldn't it have been better to paint the inside of the room yellow or something? Instead it looked like an industrial warehouse. Huge gray walls made of either concrete or metal. It would be hard to tell without touching them. Ceilings nearly as high as the sky. Even the floor was bland. Some kind of rubbery tile like he'd seen in a million schools and supermarkets. And there was a dull hum coming from somewhere. It sounded like a big fan or tired motor. There must be a rule that industrial buildings like this one required a dull hum in the background. They always seemed to have one. But then even this fact bored him. Bored, bored, bored. If the room had been painted a color he may not have noticed it anyway. His whole life had become colorless. Washed out like a noodle that was cooked too long. Pale. Bland. Mush.
Swift spotted the desk. It sat like a tiny gray island in the vast gray ocean of the room. It was small and square and one of their people sat behind it on what looked to be an uncomfortable little swivel chair. He could always spot their people. This one was a woman, and to him she looked as bland as the room.
"Are you here for the android placement?"
"Sure, might as well," he answered.
"Name?"
"Swift." It wasn't his real name. He could hardly remember his real name anymore, but he liked this one. It had a sort of zing. Anything for a little zing, right?
The secretary, or whatever she was - like he cared - got up and walked towards a back door. He followed. It was painted black and had 'Everlasting Labs' printed on a sign. Cute. Swift supposed it was for the humans.
The woman opened the door and they went inside.
At least this room wasn't gray. Though it too lacked cheer. A nondescript carpet crushed beneath his feet. The walls were beige, several mannequins lined one wall and a large, heavy desk sat opposite the door. A man sat behind it and greeted him with a smile and outstretched hand. The woman left.
"So, Swift was it?"
"Yep."
"I'm Andrew Banks. Let's fill out some info on you and we can get you placed."
Swift sat and nodded. He didn't have high hopes for this program. But what the hell. He didn't have anything else to do either.
Andrew Banks fired up his computer, ready to accurately fill in Swift's information.
"Last name?"
"No."
"Fine, just Swift then. You would like to keep the name?"
"Yeah, sure."
Andrew Banks typed it in, the keyboard going clackity clack.
"Age?"
"Shit, I dunno. 2000 and something."
Andrew Banks raised an eyebrow. "My, only 2000 and you're already here? Most Adora don't sign up for our extras programs until they're around 10,000. You sure you don't want to try something milder for starters? This is a 24/7 commitment."
Swift picked at the frayed edge of his faded jeans. "Naw, I need this now. If I don't, I think I'll just stop my heart and be done with it."
"Well we wouldn't want that. So this is a relationship program. I take it you're not currently involved?"
"Nope."
"Date of last relationship?"
"Is it important?" Swift pushed his long blonde bangs out of his eyes.
"We have to put it on the form."
Swift let out a heavy sigh. "Jeez. I don't remember. Maybe 300 years ago."
"Ah huh," Andrew Banks replied as if this were a perfectly legitimate and common answer. It was common for an Adora. He typed it in.
"Female?"
"Yes, female. Don't be putting me with any dudes. I don't swing that way."
"No problem, Swift. Merely part of the process. We have to feed as much data in as possible so you and your human are properly matched."
"Will she get to see me before I go there?"
Andrew Banks tapped one thick finger. "Noooo," he said, drawing out the word. "We find it better if they put their likes and then we deliver you more as a surprise. Most are exceptionally pleased. Well they should be, shouldn't they? Adora are beautiful people! It's no wonder they can believe us to be androids. But then that's part of the fun for us, isn't it? Makes it all more exciting."
"Is it really exciting?"
"Our clients say so. As you know, after a very long existence it can all just start to look like creamed corn after a while. We've lost more of our people from boredom than anything else. That's why we have offices similar to this set up around the world. Of course we have many programs available. Are you sure you want to do the android program? It's very demanding."
Swift made his perfect lips into a thin line. "Good. Demanding is what I'm after, okay?"
***
Sondra looked at the number again. Should she call? It all seemed so insane! Did they really have androids now that could do all that? The strange ad came into her email box and she'd clicked on it. It showed absolutely gorgeous males vacuuming, giving massages, taking girls out to dinner, cleaning the cat box, the works! It even implied that they were FULLY functional. Technology certainly had come a long way. Still, it all seemed too good to be true. Or did it? The fee was beyond costly. Outrageous, in fact. Though she could afford it and then some. And she had no one. No one. Parents dead. Friends. What friends? She'd given up friends for a career. She was the tops in the corporate world. She didn't need friends. Lovers? Sure, there'd been some, but not for a while. She didn't even want them. Well....that was not entirely true. She wanted a lover. Maybe even a boyfriend. But she'd have to change for him and she didn't want to change. Wasn't that always it?
Sondra was a beautiful woman in her late 30's, but she knew if she was going to have an actual relationship she'd have to change many of the things she liked best about herself. She'd have to employ manners or the guy would think she was uncouth. She'd have to burp like a lady. Sorry, but after three beers she wanted to belch like a guy and not have to apologize for it. She'd have to make sure her kitchen was clean. If she left a spaghetti pot soaking in the sink for three days it didn't bother her - but it would bother him. Not that she'd do that, but she knew if she wanted to do it now she could without hearing about it. And then there were the other things. Like how he'd mention that she might have gained a few pounds since he'd seen her in the same bikini last year. Was there a woman alive who didn't have to hear how fat she was from her man? She doubted it. Even if the woman was just this side of anorexic, she was sure the guy would tell her how she'd gained a few. And what about the socks? You know the ones. The ones that always end up on the bedroom floor. His socks. It was like men shed socks! And hair in the tub drain and the toothpaste tube that was squeezed in the middle and the cap left off. Sure, she could stop doing these things, but she didn't want to. And what about the times when she just wanted to listen to her favorite hard rock band at volumes and sing along? She didn't need a boyfriend telling her how crappy she sounded or how she got the words wrong. Besides, it was too late for a relationship now anyway. Way too late. She looked at the number again and punched it in. It rang.
***
"Alright, Swift, you've had your two week training and everything should be in order. I just want to go over the key points one last time before you leave," Andrew Banks said.
Swift stood in a plain black shirt and black jeans. His blonde hair was short in the back, but long on top, and his bangs still hung over his silver gray eyes.
"When do you speak?"
"When I'm asked a question."
"Good," Andrew Banks said. "And what is your response to any request?"
"Always in the affirmative. I'm to perform any task required of me as long as it will cause no permanent damage to myself or my owner."
"Correct. And remember to mention your programming from time to time. If something is beyond you or you're having a hard time, inform your owner that you must go in for reprogramming. This is required in their contract, so there should be no problem."
"What about sex?"
"Wasn't that covered in the training?"
Swift scowled. "Yeah, but they just said to do it when asked. What if she's completely unattractive to me? How am I supposed to perform?"
Andrew Banks paced around the room. "I told you our advanced courses might be a bit much. It's all part of breaking the boredom, isn't it? Use your brain, Swift. Use your control. If she doesn't turn you on this could be a new exciting avenue for you. You'll have to think of something that does turn you on, or you can try and talk your way out of it. And if you're too turned on you'll have to control that too. A human doesn't expect an android to be aroused when she's bending over the table or taking out the trash in short shorts. These are the elements of control and stimulation that the program is for. At the very least you should not be bored."
Swift shifted on his feet. "And what if I am?"
"Then for God's sake call us, boy. Don't just stop your heart and put an end to it. There's always a solution besides that. We'd hate to lose a wonderful Adora like you."
***
Sondra saw the van pull up on the street below with Everlasting Labs painted on the side.
Well, he/it was here. She looked in the mirror. Her dark hair hung loose around her shoulders and she wore a blue tank top and jeans. Should she have put on a little makeup? God, Sondra what are you thinking? It's a machine.
Her buzzer sounded and she pressed the button.
"Everlasting Labs," a low male voice spoke into the box.
"Right," she said and pressed the button to release the door below. She was on the third and top floor of this building and had the entire floor to herself.
A few moments later her door buzzer rang and she opened it. Two really hot guys in coveralls and dark caps held a large rectangular box on a dolly. Now she wished she would've put on some makeup. These delivery guys looked good enough to eat!
"Ma'am?"
"Oh, sorry, bring it in." Idiot. She must have been staring. Ah well, why not? Life was for living.
"Anywhere in particular?"
"Ah, right here is fine, I guess."
One of them handed her a clipboard. "Sign for delivery."
She scribbled her name and handed it back.
They both turned abruptly, their dolly empty, and headed for the door.
"Wait! Wait! Aren't you gonna take him/it out for me?"
"Just delivery, Ma'am. All you have to do is open the case," the one said, tipped his hat and shut the door behind them.
Whoa, helpful much? She thought. And there stood the large black rectangle with silver hinges. He/it was inside. Gulp. Did she really want to do this? What if it short circuited and killed her in her sleep? But then she shook her head and grinned. Yeah, what if? She shrugged and reached for the silver latches and flipped one and then the other. She opened the door. And there he/it was. The company had refused to give her photos beforehand. She got to choose eye and hair color and height, but beyond that it was supposed to be a surprise. It was.
His/it's hair was blonde, as requested. He had longish bangs. She couldn't see his eyes yet because they were closed. But his mouth was gorgeous! Soft, pouty lips. Wow. The artist had done a good job with that mold. And his hands were beautiful. They must have done a plaster cast of a male model's hands for those. It made her wonder what other parts of him had been cast really well. She wanted to tug on his waistband and have a peek. But he just looked so real she didn't think she could do it.
He was holding a thick manual in his hands that rested on his chest. Everlasting Labs was splashed across the front in red and black letters.
She plucked the thick book from his hands, but he still didn't move. She poked at one of his fingers. It felt cool to the touch. Almost like touching the surface of a kitchen table or cool countertop. Though it was soft like flesh. Amazing.
Sondra opened the manual.
'Congratulations on your purchase of the K5900 series android. Please follow all safety precautions listed below before using your K5900 series android.
1.....'
God! Did every electronic gizmo in the world have a manual like this? Get to the good stuff! Ah, here, quick start guide.
'To turn on your K5900 series android for the first time, simply speak his or her name. The name of your K5900 series android will be on a tag around the android's neck.'
Okay. Seemed simple enough. She tossed the manual to her couch and went to him/it. His/it's shirt was black and the first two buttons were open. He was wearing a thin necklace with a little pendant attached. Swift, it was engraved. That's a name? Maybe she could change it later.
"Swift," she said aloud.
It opened it's eyes! She took a step back. Holy crap!
"Is your name Swift?"
"Yes," he/it said. His/it's voice was really nice. Smooth and melodious. The engineers did good on that one.
"You wanna come out of the box?"
"Yes." But he/it didn't move.
"Shit! What am I doing wrong here?"
"Nothing," he/it answered.
"Smartass, hey?"
"Yes," he answered again.
She glared at him/it. "That was a rhetorical question." She flopped onto the couch and picked up the manual again, her face buried inside, trying to find the section on commands.
Swift couldn't be more pleased. He looked around while his new owner was trying to figure out the manual. He'd had a peek at it himself. They'd specifically had it translated by the Chinese so it would read like most ultra confusing product manuals. People were used to this and it would make them feel more comfortable. It had sputtering phrases, sections missing, and it was in three languages. English, French, and Spanish. This way you had to look at various columns and turn way too many pages just to get to the next English section. If he were allowed to laugh he would. And he definitely was not bored.
"Okay, here it is," the woman harumphed. "Give specific commands. Your K5900 series android will adapt over time with its A.I. positronic brain to follow more non-linear commands the longer it is with you. A.I.? Shit!" She turned through the pages, trying to find an index.
Swift studied his surroundings some more. Really nice. Lots of light. Big windows. Nice views. Classy furniture. She must be rich.
"A.I. Oh. Artificial intelligence. Do you have artificial intelligence?"
"Yes," he answered, looking right into her eyes.
"Wow, and killer eyes, too," she said. She stood and walked to him. She put her face right in his and looked right at his eyes, like an inch away. Swift could feel her heat. And she smelled good. Like flowers and soap. She pulled his eyelids open.
"I said silver gray, but damn! Those boys do good work." She let his eyelids go and turned around, reading some more in the manual.
Swift blinked a few times. Nope, not at all bored yet. He wished he could smile. Actually smile! He hadn't done that in a while. It might really be fun to play a big doll for 30 or 40 years, or until she died. And he was genuinely looking forward to the role.
"Specific commands," she mumbled. "Okay, might as well get this show on the road. Swift, get out of the box."
Swift stepped forward and stood in front of her as casually as any human.
"Hm, you're kind of intimidating. Maybe I should've picked one with light brown hair and green eyes. A little shorter or something. You're like...Zang! Right there! Gonna have to get used to you, I suppose. But it won't take more than a year," she laughed heartily at this, but he couldn't understand why. "The contract said no returns unless you really fuck up, so I guess I'm stuck with you. I never went out with a hot guy like you look like. Real guys don't much look like you."
Yes, he knew that. Still, it seemed strange that this woman would settle for anything less. She was almost as beautiful as an Adora female. Just another perk. He wished again that he could smile. But holding it back was almost as good. Nope, not a bit bored.
"Well, what am I going to do with you? Wait! That was rhetorical again. Damn. Gonna have to watch my mouth. You know what rhetorical is, right?"
"Yes," he/it said.
"Where's your luggage?"
"No luggage."
"So you've only got what you're wearing?"
No response.
"Swift, do you have any other clothes or things?"
"No."
"Gee, you're quite the conversationalist. Worth every penny. Maybe I should've gotten a dog." Sondra slumped onto the couch and drifted off to sleep, forgetting all about her new toy.
Swift was puzzled by her actions, but decided to take the time to explore. He'd be living here, after all, he might as well get used to it.
The place was huge. The entire top floor of the building. And everything in it was beautiful and feminine. Soft white curtains, throw rugs, lots of eclectic art. Sculptures, a fountain, three spare bedrooms and a bath for each, plus the master suite. He looked at her closet. Hm, lots of business suits hanging up. High heels, briefcases. Corporate mama, huh? The dresser had stuff like she was wearing now. Casual clothes. Jeans, t-shirts.
He didn't notice any photos around the place. Family? Friends? A boyfriend? Nothing. People usually had some pictures up. Maybe she sold her soul for corporate wealth? He could hear her stirring in the other room. Better get back.
She opened her eyes and seemed confused for a moment. She looked at the empty box and then at him.
"God!" she jumped, clutching her hand to her chest. She seemed to recover quickly though. "You scared the hell out of me. I forgot you were here. Sorry about the nap. I get a little tired sometimes." She shook her head and mumbled, "Great, now I'm apologizing to a machine." She shook her head again. "Hey, Swift?"
"Yes."
"Are you really attached to that name?"
"Yes."
"Hm. Okay, I guess. If I really hate it later I can change it, right?"
"Yes," he said.
"I don't mind it really, but if I take you out in public it might be embarrassing. Hey Tom, this is my friend Swift. Just sounds kinda weird. Like you're a soap opera star or something. Ah, I guess it doesn't matter. So, do you like to shop?"
"No," he said honestly.
Sondra flipped furiously through the manual, scanning its tiny print. "Well too bad, boy toy, it says here that you have to do what I say. Your black clothes are nice, but you can't wear the same thing every day. So we're going to go shopping. Do you drive?"
"Yes."
"Ha! Trick question. Too bad again. I'm driving," she said and picked up her keys from the counter by the door. She grabbed her purse too and tugged him on the arm. "Come on, Swift, let's get you some nice hot clothes to go with your hot body."
Nope, not bored at all.
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Chapter 2
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Okay, still not bored, but a little frustrated. She was making him do a fashion show with all the new clothes she'd just bought him. All he'd been wearing for the last fifty years was worn jeans and t-shirts. All of this was just not necessary. But she insisted on jeans, polos, dress shirts, sports jackets, ties, dress shoes, tennis shoes, not to mention tennis clothes, leather jackets which he kind of liked, swimwear, boxer shorts, and khakis. He'd burn the khakis later. He hated them.
He was currently walking through the living room in the third pair of boxers to model so far. No shirt, no shoes. Just boxers. She seemed to be enjoying herself a little too much. She was on her third beer and was no longer looking at his face. He was having a hard time not getting hard. All part of the game.
Sondra watched his tight ass walk across the living room again. God almighty! She was gonna cream her jeans. Too bad he wasn't real. Still, he was the next best thing.
"Can you drink?"
"Yes."
"Can you get drunk?"
"Only mildly."
Sondra let out a loud burp and didn't say anything.
"Try on the red pair now," she said at last, reaching for another beer.
Swift was as good as his name and was back modeling quickly.
"Ooh, I like those," she pointed at him now, taking another long swig of beer. "Stay there."
Swift stopped and watched as she came over to him. She came right up to him and kissed him softly once on the lips. She tasted like beer, but it was really very nice.
"Are you fully functional?" she slurred her words a little.
"Yes," he said, watching her. She kissed him once again and he could feel himself starting to get hard. What was he supposed to do? Did he grab her and fuck her? He wanted to. But he thought he should let her take the lead.
Instead she looked at the clock. "Damn! Is it that late already?"
"Yes," he said.
She scowled. "Thanks, Rainman, that was rhetorical again. Jeez, I hope your A.I. kicks in pretty soon. Look, are you strong?"
"Yes."
"Groovy. Take your box and put it in the guest room next to the master suite. And take all your clothes in there too and wait for me there."
Sondra left and went to the bathroom. It was time for her shot. She swayed a little from the beers, but managed to get the syringe ready. She jabbed herself in the arm, cringed a little at the pain, and threw the syringe away.
By the time she went to the guest bedroom Swift had the box moved and he was standing beside it. He was still wearing the red boxers.
"Hm, you're really sexy in those. Maybe I'll have you go sans clothes most of the time," Sondra giggled. "So here's the deal. I'm not comfortable with you wandering yet. The manual says you can sleep in your box, so at least for tonight that's what we're going to do. Is that okay with you?"
"Yes," he said.
"Okay. Come and give me a kiss," she said.
This surprised him a little, but he chalked it up to her being drunk. He walked to her, took her lightly around the waist and kissed her softly. She moaned a little in the back of her throat and he released her.
She blinked at him. "Good kisser. Damn. Okay, Swift, get in your box. Goodnight."
He settled himself in the crate and said, "Goodnight."
She closed the lid and locked him in.
Nope, definitely not bored.
Swift lay in his box all night. It was stuffy and totally dark. He didn't need to breathe or eat or even sleep to survive. Adora could get along fine without any of that. But it was more comfortable to do so. Air in the box was getting low, but sleep was plentiful, so he took it. He hoped she wouldn't keep him in the box every night.
The sound of the latches being flipped awoke him the next morning and he opened his eyes. The woman was looking down at him. Was it the same woman? She looked all different in a dark navy suit with her hair pinned up. And she was wearing makeup too. She was really shockingly pretty. And then he realized that he didn't even know her name yet.
"Hello, Swift. I'm glad to see you made it through the night. Work day today. You're waterproof, right?"
"Yes," he said, laughing on the inside.
"Good. I'm glad to know you're not like the tin man or anything. I expect you're a bit dusty from your travels. So take a shower and put on one of your new suits. I'm taking you to work with me today. We've got a half hour before I have to leave so be like your name and get a move on, okay? You understand all of that?"
His eyes blinked at her. "Yes."
"Great. I'm gonna make breakfast. Do you eat?"
"Yes."
"Wow, we really need to work on your vocab. Ah, later. Anyway, just have your shower, get dressed and meet me in the kitchen."
The woman made a quick exit and he watched the split in her skirt move as she walked. This didn't seem like it could possibly be the same woman who drank four beers and made him prance around in his boxers last night. She was all business this morning. Maybe she had a split personality. That would be interesting.
But he did as she asked. He didn't want to be stuck in an empty apartment all day. He took a shower and put on a dress shirt, jacket and tie. His was also in navy blue. It made his light hair stand out in contrast, but he figured at least this way they would match. And he looked damn sharp if he did say so himself. Very male model, like in those shiny mags at the grocery store checkout. His gray eyes stared back at him from the mirror, his blonde bangs skimming their lashes. Why, his eyes even had a little sparkle in them. Excellent!
The woman was sitting at the kitchen bar eating a piece of whole wheat toast and reading a newspaper when he came in. There was a plate with scrambled eggs, sausage and toast waiting for him along with OJ and black coffee.
She looked up at him. "I don't know how you like your coffee or anything. There's milk in the frig and sugar in the cupboard."
She went back to reading. She didn't say anything about how he was dressed or anything at all.
Swift put some milk in his coffee and began to eat. It was really good. There was something in the eggs. Mushrooms? Maybe. They were good whatever. He was only about half done when she said,
"Ready?" while looking at her watch.
He wiped his mouth and stood. "Yes."
She rolled her eyes and grabbed her briefcase.
They drove several miles through city traffic and to a high rise with glass walls. She worked here? Yikes!
She took him up to the sixteenth floor and got out of the elevator.
"Just stick with me and don't talk to anybody else, okay?" she asked.
"Okay."
"Well, I guess it's better than 'yes'," she mumbled.
He was getting a buzz from her irritation. Not that he was supposed to irritate her. But her natural reactions to his 'androidness' were pretty funny. And NOT boring.
The floor that they were on was all cubicles. The light gray portable walls filled with miles of computers that sucked the life right out of humans. But the woman didn't stop in one. Several people called good morning to her as they walked by and she nodded briefly to them. Several more gave him odd stares. He supposed they weren't used to seeing someone like himself in this environment. They were probably wondering what kind of work she was doing with him.
They made their way to the back office now. It was huge. One of the largest private offices he'd ever seen. Not that he spent alot of time in offices, but when you live to be over 2000 you get to see a few regardless. And she had her own secretary in the outer office too. The big cheese, apparently.
"Not gonna miss this," she said softly, taking her seat behind her massive desk. The name plate on the desk read 'Ms. Thorp'. Well, at least he knew her last name now.
"Swift, just bring a chair around and sit by my side, please."
He did as she asked, watching her.
"Sorry about this. It's my last week. I couldn't leave them hanging. They've been good to me here and everything. You probably don't want to be here, but it just seemed weird to leave you home so I hope you don't mind." She looked at him sideways like she was thinking. "Do you have likes and dislikes?"
"Yes," he said, knowing the short answer would drive her up a wall.
But she didn't appear to be bothered. "Programming?"
"Yes," he said again.
She took out a clipboard and a pen and handed them to him.
"Great. Write out a list of your likes and dislikes for me. Everything from food to clothes to recreation and anything else you can think of."
Ooh, she was a smart one. She'd get the info out of him without playing twenty questions. He supposed that was why she was in the big office.
Ms. Thorp started making phone calls and doing things with papers while he began his list. It sounded like some kind of corporate banking? He didn't know. He'd never had a job like hers. He'd never had many jobs at all. Hey, put a few bucks in a bank and let it sit there for enough centuries and you didn't need jobs.
He found his eyes straying several times to the split in her skirt. Her legs were really nice. Long, slender, and smooth. He wondered what they would feel like wrapped around his waist. He also briefly wondered why this was her last week at this job, but he dismissed it. Back to the list.
She worked through lunch. Not that it bothered him, but she was a bit thin and looked like she could use the calories. But whatever. By the end of the day he'd finished his list and they were on their way back to her place. He was glad. The office was no place to cure boredom.
She seemed really tired on the drive back. Her eyes had tiny little shadows beneath them. He wondered what it would feel like to be that tired. He'd never experienced anything like that. Kind of nice to experience it through someone else. And he'd also found out her name. Her secretary called her Sondra. Sondra Thorp. Nice name. Classy, like her. Her name definitely had zing. Sondra Thorp.
He followed her up the steps to the apartment and he wondered too why she didn't use the elevator if she was so tired. She flung her keys on the counter, kicked her shoes off, literally. They went flying several feet. Pulled her hair down and threw the bobby pins on the counter too, and then flopped face down on the couch. She didn't move. At all. This worried him a little. Should he do something?
"Would you like a massage?" he asked.
"Huh? Wait a second. You said something besides yes," she spoke into the cushions of the couch and it came out all muffled.
"I am programmed to engage in conversation if my owner requires something."
"Do I look like I require a massage?" she said again into the cushions.
"Yes."
"Back to yes now. Well, it was nice while it lasted. I must look really bad for you to break your one word rule. Okay, big boy, give me a massage then."
She didn't look bad at all. She looked good. Great, in fact. Her backside looked super sexy in the little skirt she was wearing and he really wanted to touch her. After smelling her soapy, floral fragrance all day and watching her legs in that little skirt he could use a little touching. Alot of touching. A whole lot of touching.
She leaned up and took off her jacket, then flopped back down again. Now she was just in a thin white blouse. He could see her bra through the material. Keep it together, Swift, remember what Banks told you. Control. You're going to be here for a while. Enjoy the newness while it lasts.
He sat beside her and began to rub her shoulders, working the knots from her muscles. She moaned softly into the cushions and the sound shot a jolt right to his groin. Oooh yeah, he was in trouble.
"Hold up, big boy," she said. Did he do something wrong?
She leaned up again and stripped off her shirt. His eyes got big watching her, now only in her lacy little bra.
"What?" she asked.
He blinked at her and swallowed.
"Nevermind. You probably don't understand the question. Just continue the massage," she said and laid back down.
Her skin was like velvet. He gently worked the muscles until she was making little happy noises. Then he couldn't resist and he unhooked the back of her bra. She jumped a little, but didn't say anything. He was a bad, bad android. Now his hands could roam free across her back. And he let them, he let their movements become more sensual and he might have moaned a little. Oops.
She sat up and her bra fell away from her shoulders, leaving her topless, her hair tousled, and a dreamy look on her face.
His eyes traveled to her breasts. They were lovely. Just a little smaller than average and creamy with pink nipples. They looked delicious and he was already getting hard. Shit.
He reached out and cupped one of her breasts and played with the nipple, twirling it gently and watching her face. She let her head drop back, exposing the long, smooth column of her neck. She was a beauty. Then she moved forward and kissed him. Really kissed him. Her soft lips pressing into his own, and her tongue finding his and twirling with it. He pulled her closer to him. God, his cock felt like it was going to rip his pants open!
"Suck my tits," she told him. Oh, yes, Ma'am! He could definitely do that. He laid her back down on the sofa and began to kiss and lap and suck on her until her nipples were hard peaks of desire and she was holding his head to her, making little whimpering noises.
* * * *
Sondra hadn't felt this good in ages. Swift's tongue was like magic and she was ultra hot and ready. She could feel the moisture pooling between her legs and she wanted him. All of him. Now. But then he moved up, nudging his hips against hers and he was hard and he felt really, really big. And the thought that this was not a human being stopped her. She just couldn't do it.
"Stop, Swift," she said in a breathy voice.
He stopped.
"Sit up, okay?"
"Okay." He did.
She pulled on her top and buttoned it. She didn't put on her bra though and the top was so sheer than he could still see her nipples. Control, Swift.
"Sorry, K5900, I'm not ready to cross the great divide yet. Call me old fashioned. That iron rod in your pants might actually be an iron rod. Not sure if I wanna go there just yet." She looked down at his pants. "How does it get hard anyway?"
Swift schooled his features into blandness. Or what he hoped was blandness. It was difficult with her looking down at him like that. "I am programmed to respond to your desire through a series of observations. Your heart rate, breathing rate, dilation of pupils, pheromones in the air, and body language."
Sondra scowled and looked again at his crotch. Easy boy.
"How romantic," she said. "You should be programmed to say something like, 'I get turned on when you get turned on.' I feel like I'm back in science class here." She got up off the couch and walked towards the phone and he could see her breasts jiggling beneath her sheer blouse. She turned back to him and she looked like some sexy stripper with a corporate woman costume on. Holy hell.
"You like pizza?"
"Yes," he croaked.
She crinkled her brow and shook her head. "Hope your voice isn't going already. I'd hate to have to send you back to the shop so soon."
"My voice is fine," he said in a smooth, mellow tone.
This seemed to satisfy her and she nodded, then called in an order for pepperoni pizza.
"Listen, boy toy, I'm gonna take a shower. When the pizza gets here take some money from my purse and pay the guy. You know how to count money, right?"
"Yes," he said.
"Fine. Then put the pizza on the coffee table and wait for me. Don't leave the apartment. Think you can handle all that?"
"Yes, Sondra."
Her eyes got huge and she took a step back. "Thanks," she whispered and retreated quickly down the hall.
He chuckled under his breath. Still not bored.
* * * *
Sondra winced as she stuck the needle in. Damn stuff. She threw the syringe in the waste basket, stripped off her clothes and stepped in the shower.
The hot spray felt excellent. But not nearly as good as Swift's hands and tongue on her. Wow, the boy knew how to kiss too! Wait a second, he wasn't a boy. He was just hard wired to be that way. HARD wired. She had to laugh at her own joke. Still, he was hot! And she was hot now too.
She put her fingers on her clit and found herself wet and slick. She twirled her fingers a little, thinking of what might be in his pants. It was obviously big. Was it as beautiful as the rest of him. She was betting it was. Wow. She glided two fingers inside herself imagining it was Swift and she came, her little noises lost in the spray of the shower. Oh yes, that was good. She let her head rest against the tile wall, enjoying the calming rush of a good orgasm. If she could get her courage up, next time she'd use the real thing. She owned him/it afterall. This made her smile.
She finished washing, dried down and wrapped the towel around her hair, walking nude to her bedroom. This was normal for her. What wasn't normal was Swift sitting on her bed.
His silver gray eyes got their fill before she could grab the towel from her head and wrap it around her body.
"I told you to wait for me," she said, walking past him towards her dresser, her cheeks tinged with blushing.
"I am waiting for you," he said reasonably.
"I meant in the living room."
He leaned back on the bed like he owned it. "You did not specify. My programming told me to wait for you where you would be."
She cocked her head at him, her wet hair swirling around her face. "You really are a smartass, aren't you?"
"Yes," he said.
She shook her head and faced the dresser again. "Damn, it must've been something on that questionnaire. I must've colored in the wrong block on question C37 or something. Guess I better be more specific." She turned back to him again and this time she deliberately let her towel fall to the floor, exposing herself to him fully. From her pink nipples to her little nude pussy. She brushed through her hair like she had all day. "Okay, Swift, go sit on the couch in the living room now and wait for me to join you."