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Lisa’s Tale: A Courtesy Suite Story © August 2009 D.B. Story
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Lisa’s Tale:
A Courtesy Suites Story
By D.B. Story
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
This story was written as a follow-on to EHY's original Courtesy Suites story. EHY gave me permission to explore his idea further. Small details may differ since Courtesy Suites is a chain of ultra luxury hotels offering the ultimate in personal service and not a single establishment. The original Courtesy Suites story and additional adventures there as well as other of EHY's writings in this area (and one of my own currently) may be found on the web-site: http://www.p-synd.com/auc/androids.htm .
A special thanks to Gorgo, Mulligan, and VW for their excellent and much appreciated proofreading.
Chapter 1—Day 1
Matt unconsciously held his breath as he walked through the ornate door and across the beautiful reception area of the Courtesy Suites Hotel. He barely appreciated the intricate inlaid designs beneath his feet as much as the high domed, glass-topped, atrium that currently was showing the night lights of the city outside.
This is going to work, he thought to himself, as he approached the reception desk.
A very attractive woman with short auburn hair looked up to him as he approached the desk. Matt noted the name—Traci—on her blue name badge.
She smiled up at him the most inviting smile Matt could ever recall receiving from such an appealing woman, then asked in a warm contralto, "Yes, Sir. May I help you?"
For a moment, Matt forgot his carefully rehearsed lines for this situation, but quickly recovered.
"Yes, you may. I'm Matt Samuels. I believe you have a room for me?"
The woman briefly looked down at the computer screen embedded in the counter and tapped a couple keys with a perfectly manicured red nail, then looked back up and flashed an even warmer smile. That was all for show, since Traci had no need to consult the hotel's reservation's system in such a manual manner. She had a more direct interface available to her.
"Yes. Here it is. Arranged and prepaid by The Towers Hotel."
The tension Matt had been holding since entering suddenly released, leaving him almost needing to catch the counter to steady himself as a wave of weak relief rushed through him. He grabbed at his emotions instead, took a quick deep breath, and looked back up to see the same, even hazel eyes gazing at him as though nothing at all had just happened.
"If you'll just sign here," she continued, handing him a stylus and indicating the electronic pad on the desk.
"Uh, thank you...Traci," Matt got out, and then quickly scribbled his name across the pad. Signing one's name these days was a quaint touch that added to the sense of quiet elegance that surrounded him here. He reached back toward her with the stylus and felt her cool fingers deftly take it from his hand.
Matt waited for the automatic request that didn't come. Finally he asked, "Don't you need to see my credit card?"
This got a small smile at the corner of the mouth from Traci. She quickly hid it however, lest it make this guest the least bit uncomfortable.
"Is this your first visit to Courtesy Suites, Mr. Samuels?"
"Uh, yes. I mean no. What I mean is, I was here once before, but not as a guest. I was visiting a friend...coworker...who was a guest...at the time..."
Traci broke into Matt's confused recitation with, "I understand completely. I don't need to see your credit card because your room has been prepaid. At Courtesy Suites the room rate is all-inclusive. There are no additional expenses to be concerned about, hence no need to run your card."
That left Matt very relieved. No additional expenses to need to justify to the accounting weasels back home. He'd considered even not reporting any additional expenses and just eating them himself, but as a still single man saving towards escaping from his small apartment, extravagant spending was the last thing he wanted to indulge in on this trip. Courtesy Suites, on the other hand, was exactly what he wanted to indulge in at the moment.
"I will, however, need your thumb print," Traci said, reaching gently out to take his hand and guide it towards the electronic pad. "To access the elevators and unlock your room door," she added, sensing his confusion. "Our security—and privacy—here are very strict."
Her touch was gentle, affirming, and Matt suddenly realized he hadn't asked the first question that should have come to mind.
"Excuse me, but, uh, are you a...you know...a..."
"A robot?" she finished for him. "Yes I am." She smiled back to him, yet again. "All hotel staff members with blue name badges are robots—or fembots, if you prefer that term. We never confuse our guests about what we are unless..." she looked at him with a positively mischievous twinkle in her eye that must have left some programmer very proud of his results, "they want to be confused."
"I'm happy to hear that," Matt replied, realizing that Traci was still holding his hand—and that he didn't mind that at all.
He might have stood there all night, quite enchanted with realizing that if he couldn't tell Traci was a robot until she told him then the rest of the hotel's staff would be equally convincing. His previous brief experience here had left him thinking that would be the case, but it was much better when actually confirmed. But then she gently gave him back his hand saying, "I guess that just about completes check-in. Your room is 9104 on the ninth floor. The elevators are just around the corner and your luggage will be waiting for you there when you arrive."
Matt mumbled a thank you. He was already turning towards the indicated elevators when he realized he'd forgotten something very important. He turned back to inquire, "Excuse me again, but do I arrange with you my, uh, services..."
Traci pulled up another of her dazzling array of smiles as she replied, "Any member of the staff can make arrangements for you at any time. Most guests prefer to make their choices from the comfort and privacy of their rooms after they get settled in."
That sounds good to me, Matt thought to himself, before adding to her, "Thanks, Traci." While it seemed strange to thank a machine for doing its job, Matt didn't see her that way. And besides, she seemed to genuinely appreciate his courteousness.
"You're welcome, Mr. Samuels. Have a nice stay at Courtesy Suites."
* * * *
Matt walked down the hall, still not believing this was actually happening. Expecting someone to call out his name at any moment and tell him there'd been a mistake. That he'd have to go back to his stuffy, technologically challenged, regular business hotel.
A couple of young women were coming the other way down the hall towards him, caught up in some mutual secret that they were laughing over, not paying any attention to the rest of the world. Matt stopped and moved to the side to let them pass. They looked up at the last moment to see him and he caught the flash of blue badges.
Astonishing. Even with each other they act like real girls.
As he stood there for a moment in the hall, realizing what he'd just seen, there was a light brush on his shoulder and a soft, "Excuse me," as a man brushed past on his way down the hall. Did he have a blue badge too? If he did he certainly wasn't a fembot. Just what is the proper term of address for a male robot?
Just ahead was 9104. The little silver plate with the illuminated amber oval beside the door rewarded the touch of this thumb with an almost inaudible click as the room door smoothly opened, and just as smoothly closed behind him.
* * * *
My own room at Courtesy Suites.
That had been the primary goal, which was now achieved. The result of the careful arranging of a room at a busy business hotel on a trade show weekend; guaranteeing the room through his corporate credit card; and then asking for late changes to a much in-demand No Smoking room with a single king bed. Lastly, arriving late and trusting that they were overbooked. The feigning of disappointment—while pointing out that they had a responsibility under their room guarantee to get him a room somewhere—and the suggestion that his business appointments over the next four days required him to be housed in the immediate area.
When they offered to arrange a room at the nearby Courtesy Suites—because your company does a lot of business with us, they explained—at no additional charge, and provide transportation to the hotel, it had been hard to show the right degree of quiet resignation to that fate—since that had been Matt's carefully crafted plan since his last trip to the city nearly four months earlier.
* * * *
The room was beautifully modern and spacious. A proper suite in an all-suites hotel. But Courtesy Suites was known for the service of their staff above all else. The only question was, how does one get those services started? That turned out to be no problem at all.
The luggage, as promised, was already waiting in the room. Fast service, and no one waiting to grab a tip.
In the center of the otherwise dark, full-wall television screen was a red dot labeled: "Start Here." Next to the bed was a keyboard and wireless pointing device. Matt picked up the pointer, aimed it at the dot, and clicked.
The screen immediately brightened into quadrants labeled: City Information, Movies & Entertainment, Audio Programs, and Hotel Services.
Clicking on Hotel Services brought up choices for: Hotel Information, Meals, Staff Services, and Direct Assistance.
Not sure where to go next, Matt clicked on Direct Assistance. The screen dissolved to show another attractive woman wearing a blue badge proclaiming her as Stephanie, looking directly out from the screen.
"Yes, Mr. Samuels. How may we be of assistance?"
This was a bit unexpected.
"Can you see me?" Matt asked, suddenly embarrassed.
"No, Mr. Samuels. The vision connection is one-way only."
"Then could I have you call me Matt?"
"Certainly, Matt. How may I assist you?"
How do I ask for it? Bob made it seem so easy. Well, it's now or never.
"There was a...woman...I wanted to meet. She was a member of your hotel staff."
"Ah, yes. Do you desire her personal service tonight?"
"Yes. That's it. I would, I mean."
"Then it is my pleasure to assist you in arranging for any of our available staff to meet your needs. You may either tell me what you wish, or return to the previous screen and select Staff Services to review each member of our staff until you determine which of them will best meet your requirements."
Stephanie paused to allow Matt to determine how he wanted to proceed. Her information screen had informed her that Matt was a first-time guest at Courtesy Suites, and until they had spent some time interacting with him and building a profile of his particular desires her best course of action was to present alternatives and let him make all the choices. The fact that she even used an information screen when working with a guest—like Traci had done at the front desk—was merely another human touch to help the guest feel comfortable. Stephanie could have just as easily used her internal wireless connection to the hotel network for all her information requirements. But studies had shown that a beautiful woman who just seemed to pull the answers out of thin air was daunting to many guests. Courtesy Suites was, if anything, painstakingly meticulous in how they created and maintained their staging of guest/staff relations.
Matt hesitated for a moment. Although he knew what he wanted, it still might be fun to look over the catalog otherwise, just to see what else might be available. There was a short tug-of-war between those alternatives, until he realized he'd be here for the entire long weekend. There'd be plenty of time to look at other options if the first one didn't pan out as he hoped.
Matt turned back to the TV where Stephanie was patiently waiting and said, "Actually, I do know what I'd like for tonight. There was a tall woman here by the name of Lisa, with brunette hair and..."
"I know who you mean," Stephanie broke in with, "And," she continued, looking down briefly, "Lisa is currently available. Shall I send her to your room?"
"Yes. In about twenty minutes would be perfect."
"She'll be there. Do you have any special requests for her?"
Matt thought for a moment and then told Stephanie how he'd like Lisa to appear.
* * * *
Lisa received her activation signal down in the storage hall below the main floor where she waited between assignments. Unlike some of the other fembots—her preferred term for herself—Lisa did not routinely fill in at regular hotel duties between assignments as some others did.
Sometimes—actually quite often—a guest would ask for time with the first fembot he met at the hotel. This was usually whoever was working at reception. Or perhaps the guest would meet one of the staff in the halls returning from another assignment. When that happened, another fembot would be activated to take over the required duties to keep the hotel running smoothly and the guests served. Lisa was enough out of the feminine norm, however, that she was seldom tapped for those duties. The pool dome was another popular unstructured meeting place. If Lisa hadn't been with any guests for a few days she might be given pool duty, which was much more fulfilling than just standing around powered down waiting.
Lisa opened her eyes to determine what had changed since she had gone dormant in the storage hall. The lighting was dim, however her enhanced sight could see clearly even in this light.
She noticed her friend Darci was not in the storage hall. She could have queried the network for Darci's assignment, duration, and location—however that was not germane to her current task. Often there were requests for both her and Darci to meet a guest together. Tonight the request was just for her.
Lisa shifted her weight slightly. Her normal resting posture was standing in a natural pose with one leg pushed slightly forward. She stepped down from the wooden forms that supported and contoured her beautiful feet at the same angle as when she was wearing her typical three-and-a-half inch heels. At an inch over six feet tall, Lisa was the tallest fembot at this Courtesy Suites hotel, and was perfectly balanced in heels up to four inches tall. At this moment though she was barefoot and only wearing a white sheet. All her fine clothes and accessories were kept clean and waiting in the wardrobe until she needed them next.
Satisfied that she knew the lay of the room, Lisa walked towards her wardrobe to prepare for her next assignment. Rather than make her attire choice based on what the hotel knew of this guest already and the probable activities she might expect at this time of the evening, she would don what this guest had specifically selected for her.
* * * *
Matt was nervous about seeing Lisa again. He paced around the room, taking sips from the glass of wine that was part of his request for this evening. That had been delivered to his room moments after he'd requested it. He kept thinking back to four months ago when Bob, the top salesman in the company, invited him and the rest of the engineering team to come over and spend the evening with him at Courtesy Suites.
Matt had to deal with a last minute technical glitch in their demo unit first and had arrived later than the rest of the group. By the time he'd arrived the party was in full swing.
Bob was celebrating the closing of the deal—and his sizable commission, no doubt. He was also paying back the people who'd made it all possible for him in this way. His junior sales partner, the four other engineers, and a couple of the customers, were already in the room when Matt arrived. The suite was full of food, music, loud talk—and four of the most beautiful women Matt could ever remember seeing.
Suzie looked like a little—and very well-built—curvaceous French maid with black curly hair and a figure too lush for the small maid's outfit she wore—or half an outfit, since it had no back on it at all. She was working behind the food tables, and was handling both food and bar service. She was short, barely five-feet-four, and had the cutest giggle each time she was pinched. And each time any of the men went over to get more food or another refill they pinched her.
Sharon was a perfect five-foot-seven-inch tall honey blonde in a very short dress and skimpy top who was sitting with two of the engineers and the sales partner, all involved in some sort of drinking game that seemed to involve the answers she was giving to their questions.
Darci was the absolute center of attention. She would have stood five-ten barefoot, and was perched on four-inch heels. Her bright blond hair, and a dress even shorter than Sharon's, showed her figure to perfection. And it was a figure to appeal to any engineer who worked with figures all day long. Forty-DD breasts. The thinnest waist. And legs that seemed to stretch forever. In fact, what she looked most of all like was a very popular girl's doll grown to life-size. Darci stood in the middle of the rest of the group that was laughing uncontrollably about something just as Matt came in.
It took a moment to see what had just happened—and several more to fully understand it. As Suzie pressed a drink into Matt's hand, Matt was watching Bob, who had his TV remote in his hand. Except that the TV wasn't turned on, and every time Bob pressed a button the men started laughing again.
Matt finally realized that each time Bob pressed a button, some part of Darci stopped moving. Like an arm, or a leg. Then he'd press it again and she could move it once. The men surrounding her—along with Darci herself—were finding this uproarious.
As Matt figured out what was happening—if not why—and walked over to get a closer look, Bob started doing combinations of the buttons. He'd ask Darci to fetch him something, or shake hands or kiss one of the other men, then freeze several parts of her and watch how she tried to accommodate his request. The rest of the group was just about falling off their feet now. Curiously, Darci seemed to be having as much fun with it as the men were.
Then Bob announced loudly, "Now watch this."
He then told a bawdy old joke about a one-legged seaman, a mermaid, and an octopus, that would be absolutely unrepeatable to any audience and probably get anyone else fired if they ever repeated it back in the office. While the men laughed, Darci wrinkled up her noise in the prettiest possible expression of distaste—just as any woman would. Bob then pressed a button that Matt saw was labeled BACK 2, and Darci froze for a moment, then tried to move an arm that hadn't worked a couple minutes ago.
"How'd you like that joke, Darci?" Bob asked with a leer.
"What joke?" she queried him back with a confused look.
"What did I tell you, guys? How many times in your life have you been with a pretty girl and suddenly realized that you really wanted to take back what you had just said or done in the last two minutes?"
The sounds of assent were unanimous.
"Well here you can have exactly that," he finished with a flourish to loud applause.
Now that Bob was finished with his demonstration, everyone else wanted to try it out on her as well. While they fought over the remote—which was obviously not the TV wall remote—Bob wandered over to the bar to harass Suzie. Matt took that opportunity to inspect now what he'd only glimpsed before in the rest of the crowded room. And there she was, sitting alone, looking far too good to be part of this crowd.
* * * *
Lisa looked elegant even sitting in the corner. Long dark brown hair. A face and figure that was the definition of Supermodel, rather than that of Darci's extreme sexuality. And a quietness about her that set her apart from Darci's party girl appeal, Suzie's flirtatiousness, or Sharon's approachability. Matt walked over to get a closer look.
As he approached he wondered if she was frozen too. Then she rose smoothly from her chair to stand on stylish rather than trashy three-inch heels. Even so, she topped Darci. In fact, her deep, clear brown eyes looked directly across to Matt's own. At that height himself, Matt seldom met a woman at such a convenient viewing angle.
How long that look lasted Matt couldn't say afterwards, but it was broken when Bob came over and slapped him on the shoulders in greeting.
"Finally made it, I see. Everything okay?"
"Sure, Bob. It was just an adjustment that had slipped. I reset it and locked it down tightly. She's humming like a kitten now."
"Glad to hear. Got to keep the customers happy. I see you've met Lisa. Lisa, this is Matt."
"Pleased to meet you, Matt," the tall woman said in a warm contralto.
She extended her hand, which Matt took a moment later after moving his glass to his left hand. It was warm and soft in contrast to his cold, wet grip of the moment. This woman didn't seem to mind that, however.
"Matt's a loner, like you I guess," Bob added unhelpfully, before wandering off to check on the drinking game. This was his party to keep moving along.
With the moment broken, Matt could take a moment to look at the rest of Lisa beyond her eyes. Unlike the other women, Lisa was wearing a full-length, silky white dress with a slit up the right side clear to her hip. Her fashionable black heels, which were little more than soles with thin straps and a spike at the rear, were the only things she needed. The dress softly hugged her slim figure, showing just a hint of nipples from what might be B-size breasts nudging the fabric at chest height. They were such a difference from Darci's ample double-D chest that held everyone's attention. Somehow this was far more elegant and sexy to Matt. He noticed how the slit, which had somehow managed to fall open at the moment, showed a length of shapely leg to rival even Darci.
"You're new here, aren't you?" Matt heard her ask him.
"Uh, yes."
Lisa reached down and picked up a control from the table like the one the group around Darci was fighting over. "May I explain to you how these work?"
"I don't, uh, think that will be necessary. I've already seen Bob's demonstration. But can I ask…"
"Yes?" she prompted, lowering her eyes in a way to become even more intriguingly mysterious.
"Does it, uh, hurt?"
Lisa eyes snapped open again as she looked up and directly at him once more in apparent surprise. It was as though this was the last question she had expected him to ask.
Then she laughed a beautiful, natural laugh. "Of course it doesn't hurt. We are explicitly designed and manufactured to be able to respond to our controllers without damage. And to any reasonable guest's request as well."
This was just extraordinary. Now don't think Matt was dumb. He knew—everyone knows—what Courtesy Suites was all about. It's just the reality of it is so very different from that previous, theoretical, understanding.
Lisa sensed his confusion. Most guests were quite taken aback by their first full-on encounter with a Courtesy Suites staff member. And taken even more aback by her than by most of the other staff. Lisa was at the far end of the curve for the staff, being the tallest, along with having certain other special qualities that added to her ability to daunt others. Fortunately one of those special qualities was her ability to adapt her behavior modes in several ways to break the ice with new guests.
"Would you like to dance?" She asked softly.
Matt only trusted himself to nod yes. That worked just fine as Lisa flowed into his arms for a sensuous slow dance that made up for all the long hours of the project in an instant. The moment might have lasted forever except that a strong tap on Matt's right shoulder soon rudely interrupted it. Fred had left the drinking game—from his looks and steadiness, either the winner, or loser, depending—to stagger over to Matt.
"Mind if I cut in?" he slurred.
"I suppose not," Matt replied, lying through his teeth.
Fred was a good six inches shorter than Matt. Lisa looked him over, then gracefully reached down and slipped out of her heels before taking him into her arms.
Damn! Matt thought to himself. That's how it always happens. You find someone beautiful, available, and willing. And once you've proven that she's approachable, everyone else who was too timid to go near her before now feels free to horn in.
Matt noticed that Fred wasn't going to be able to finish his dance with Lisa before the junior sales assistant was going to take his shot, so he wandered back towards the rest of the group. There was still a crowd around Darci and Bob seemed to have taken Fred's place with Sharon. That seemed to have degenerated into a strip poker game with Sharon's top already off. Sharon was very lovely with perfect pointed breasts, but after his brief encounter with Lisa, Sharon seemed just another pretty girl. She was also at a distinct disadvantage since she was required to play all her cards face up so that everyone else could see them.
Matt wandered over to Suzie just to talk, and learned that these services were common at Courtesy Suites. Everything Bob had arranged for this party was covered by the basic room rate for this room—a Prince Suite—and that Suzie had seen much wilder parties than this one as recently as this week.
Did anyone ever just have a quiet evening with a staff member? Of course. In fact, it was surprisingly popular to have a member of the staff drop by just for the guest to have someone to talk to, or get a massage from. Courtesy Suites catered to a wide range of guest requests. Whatever the guest wishes, they'd do their utmost to provide. And Suzie confirmed that, "Yes, Lisa is one of our nicest staff members."
Too soon, however, the party started to break down. It was clear what Bob had in mind for the rest of his evening, while the junior salesman was clearly staking out Sharon and the couch. Suzie started cleaning up the remains of the food and drink. And while Lisa looked over longingly at him once, she was continuously double and triple-teamed by the remaining men now. It was time to go back to the strictly business lodgings that the company had gotten for the rest of them.
How Bob had pulled this off—getting a room at Courtesy Suites—would remain one of those mysteries in life. Bob just went out and did things, and as top salesman it never seemed questioned. As Matt fell asleep that night however, a glimmering of a plan was already hatching in his mind.
* * * *
As Lisa walked down the ninth floor hallway, she was pleased with her choice of clothing. The long white gown moved easily and felt great, and the waist high slit kept flashing the entire length of her elegant tanned leg. The black three-inch heels were her favorite, the thin straps leaving her feet almost nude, while giving the best shape to her legs. Although she hadn't worn this outfit in a while, this guest had asked specifically for this particular outfit. Little else was known about him. His thumbprint proved he had never been a guest at this Courtesy Suites before.
A new guest was always a challenge, particularly for Lisa. Her tall, elegant looks often intimidated guests. They thought they wanted her until they actually met her. One of Lisa's hidden qualities was that she was the most intelligent member of the entire hotel staff. Although any smart woman soon learns to hide that part of her mind, for Lisa it somehow always seemed to come across to the disquiet of many a guest.
It wasn't that she wasn't willing to do her best. Like any other member of the professional staff, Lisa would do exactly what the guest asked of her to the absolute limit of her ability. Also she carried with her the standard remote that would let the guest override many of her systems at will leaving them in full control of her. Such control has been a part of robots from the beginning, although Courtesy Suites had refined it to a level not seen elsewhere after discovering it was what so many of their guests desired. As such, Lisa shouldn't have been able to intimidate a fly—but she did.
Lisa and Darci were both special. Most of the staff was built on a standard platform that allowed for an acceptable variation in height and appearance. But for Darci and Lisa, an extended chassis was needed to give them their full height and to provide the extra power necessary for them to gracefully move their larger mass. With that extra space and power reserves, some additional processing capabilities were included beyond what the standard model incorporated.
Machine intelligence isn't like human intelligence. The creative spark that fires human thought is hard—some say impossible—for robots. Robots do excel, however, in fast accurate retrieval and cross-referencing of data. As such, the standard staff member of Courtesy Suites was able to come across as having an HEIQ—Human Equivalent Intelligence Quotient—of about 135 points in most areas of human interaction, using their fast memory to make up for the difficulties of original thinking. Darci's extra abilities put her at about 147 HEIQ points, although she somehow knew how to keep it to herself. Lisa topped out at 154 points.
For some reason that Lisa could never quite fathom, Darci was very popular with all the men and even many of the women, while Lisa—who got invited to a lot of the same parties because people would ask for Darci and a similar friend—seemed to click with far fewer of them. While this wouldn't seem like something a robot should even be concerned about, some of Darci and Lisa's increased abilities had been tasked with constantly improving their interactions with their guests. Tips and tricks they learned could then be incorporated into the standard models who were less likely to figure them out for themselves. Maybe someday someone would explain this discrepancy between herself and Darci to her.
As Lisa arrived at room 9104 she paused a moment to be sure everything was exactly in place. First impressions mean so very much. Then she tapped lightly on the door which, while actively soundproofed given all of the parties and other activities that went on at Courtesy Suites at all hours of the day and night, also incorporated special circuitry to transmit actual knocks through to the inhabitants inside.
The door opened moments later, and she was faced by a tall man who looked straight across into her eyes.
* * * *
This was a great first impression for Lisa. The fact that he was tall boded well. And that he was smiling was even better.
While Lisa would do her best to fulfill the requests of any guest, she always felt bad when she felt she'd failed despite it being no fault of her own. Humans, in her experience, were completely unpredictable in their responses.
For example, while many significantly shorter men had requested her company and ordered her to appear in her highest heels, more often than not they appeared afterwards to greatly resent her for it.
Some spent the entire night freezing her in awkward positions—which was completely fine—yet not seeming to enjoy the experience—which wasn't so fine. They would order her to remove her heels to not be so tall. Some asked for her to crawl to them, never having her head above their own. Some, no matter what she did or how hard she tried, still weren't happy afterwards.
Once a couple of foreign men froze all but her head and thought processes in a standing position, ripped off her lovely clothes, and the spent the whole night walking around her screaming obscenities at her in three different languages. While no member of the Courtesy Suites staff ever takes any guest's behavior personally, none of the other fembots had ever recorded this type of treatment.
When things weren't appearing to go well, Lisa would often try to suggest that there might be a better staff member for this particular guest. After all, the hotel had more than enough staff for every guest to find what they wanted. Why ask for, and spend time with, someone who doesn’t make you happy? That was hardly logical.
Overall though, despite what she considered an unacceptable number of less than optimal encounters, the hotel appeared to remain happy with her abilities on the job. Her evaluations were always top notch.
Tonight, happily, things looked like they might be off to a more promising start.
As with any new guest, first things came first. And the first thing after being invited into the room was to give him the new guest introduction since the records told her he hadn't yet heard it from any of the staff. Lisa reached for her controller and started to speak.
* * * *
When he heard the knock and opened the door, Matt looked at the woman in the hallway and immediately had to catch his breath. It was like being punched in the stomach. She looked exactly like he remembered. No, she looked better, despite his overly active imagination filling in the gaps in his memory and setting an impossibly high bar for her to meet in person. At least tonight there wasn't a crowd of mostly drunk fellow employees around to spoil things.
As he just looked at her she spoke. "Hi, I'm Lisa. May I come in?"
Matt nodded as she walked in and closed the door behind her. Then she removed one of those TV-type remotes from around her neck and handed it to him saying, "This controller will let you take direct control over any aspect of me that you wish. By pressing these buttons, you can freeze…"
Matt interrupted her.
"Lisa, don't you remember me?"
* * * *
Those words interrupted Lisa's welcome routine. While memory files are kept on all guests, those files are locked away. Overall experiences—good and bad—are retained for learning purposes, but the specifics of which experiences apply to each guest are removed from the robot's mind when not in the presence of that guest. This preserves every guest's privacy, which is of utmost importance at this hotel.
Matt Samuels had never been a guest at Courtesy Suites, so Lisa hadn't uploaded any memory files of previous encounters with him. He was brand new to her at the moment. But now it appeared that he'd met her already, so she sent an urgent priority request to the archive computer for a list of possible matches.
Just under two seconds later a list of five most likely matches was uploaded and she matched the correct one to the man in front of her.
While she was getting her answer he turned on some music. Then reaching over he took the controller out of her hand and placed in on a table. Lisa looked up, smiled, and asked, "Would you like to dance, Matt?"
* * * *
By the third song she'd slipped out of her heels and was nestled against his shoulder at the perfect height for a man to look down into the eyes of a beautiful woman. While she could have kept her heels on, and had been told to wear them initially, it had been her own decision to slip out of them now. This was the kind of thing that Darci might have figured out to do, but the standard Courtesy Suite's staff member would have waited until being told to remove them by her guest.
As the music slowed, Matt reached around and stroked the length of her bare back down the narrow oval cut in the back of that dress. It was positioned such that no woman could wear a bra in a dress like that. The dress's message was a not-so-subtle announcement that there was only that thin, silky fabric between Matt and Lisa's very female breasts. Her skin was so soft, smooth, and warm that Matt was left wondering for a moment if she was actually a real woman only pretending to be a fembot?
Then the music paused at the end of the song. Matt paused as well, and might have held her forever like this, but she stepped back just enough to break the intimate contact. Then looking at him from the great distance of six inches, Lisa softly asked, "Is dancing the only thing you want to do with me?"
Matt's immediate thought was simply Wow! He was left thinking how often in life do you ever get such an open invitation from any woman—let alone a woman who looks like this?
But her question flustered him as well. Yes, he did have all kinds of things planned that he had really wanted to do. All those months worth of planning that had led up to this point. Now those thoughts had just kind of floated away on a warm haze while he'd been dancing.