Brisket Part XII: Now Serving Brisket
by Sol Oliver aka solovn

Most nights Laura would be nervous on the subway ride home, but it beat walking. It was only about twenty blocks from her job at the diner to her one-room apartment, but the route went through some rather unsavory areas. Sure, on nice afternoons she'd walk it, but never at four in the morning. There was only one reason why a young, pretty woman like herself would be on those streets, and even if she wasn't selling herself, it would stop anyone who was looking to party. And weighing in at little more than 100 pounds didn't help. Sure, she carried mace, but that could only do so much.

But tonight was different. Tonight she breathed easy as the subway car jostled her home. Tonight she was not alone.

"Just two more stops, Brisket," said Laura to her new (though probably temporary) companion. The large blonde android sitting next to her gave a small smile--aside from introducing herself, she hadn't said a single word. Laura wasn't sure what to do about this beauty that had latched onto her, but for the moment she was thankful for the safety an android's company could bring.

Another human-'droid couple entered their car at the next station; they'd been alone up to that time. Laura could tell right away that the man didn't own his android either. Judging by his clothes and the way he carried himself, there was no way he could afford the late-model bombshell that followed him in. And the redhead's racy clothes left no doubt about why they were on the train together late at night.

Laura glanced at Brisket. Was this why the android had been waiting behind the diner all night? It would explain why no one had ever come to claim her. But there were only other 'droids back there, waiting for their owners to finish eating -- no opportunity to find a trick. Sometimes the manager would have to chase prostitutes (robotic and human) away from the front of the diner, but never in the year she'd worked there had he run one out of the waiting area. 

Now Brisket was looking over at the couple at the other end of the car, expressionless. To Laura, it seemed to confirm that the poor 'droid was sent out each night to make its owner money. And look at the condition she was in! It looked like she'd been tossed out a window.

"Don't look at them, honey," said Laura, patting the 'droid's thigh reassuringly. "One more stop."

While she didn't consider herself to be an activist, Laura did have sympathy for Synthesized Intelligent Beings, as the more radical elements termed them. But who knows; if her acting career ever took off, she might have the money to support SIB rights. For now, it broke her heart to think about what Brisket might have gone through in her short life...

It wasn't likely that whoever had tried to kill her had already given up. Brisket was certain that they were watching her old house, and her "owners" Donna and George, but she still felt compelled to return. Part of it was a tie she still felt, but mostly it was the best place to try and find clues. 

She would need time to prepare, and a place to lay low. And as she walked down a ragged street on the second night after leaving the human who'd fixed her, she found her solution in a diner window.

A pretty girl with a tired look in her eyes, rushing back and forth to serve the odd mix of late-night people that gathered in the small restaurant--club hoppers, neighborhood regulars, slumming theater-goers grabbing an after-dinner bite. Brisket's mind knew how to read people, and this woman fit the profile she was looking for: probably single, living alone, and not likely to know anyone of importance. Probably lonely. Perfect. 

She watched several patrons (the ritzier ones) arrive with androids, and saw that the robotic companions were directed around the side. The place just wasn't big enough to waste space on those who didn't eat. Perfect.

Brisket joined three 'droids waiting behind the little diner, the cast of characters changing every forty minutes or so. The way they sized her up made her circuits glow red--these shiny new 'bots in clothes more expensive than most humans could afford to wear--but she had to maintain a low profile. She stood in a corner against an adjacent building, silent. Every now and then the pretty waitress girl would come out to dump trash, or would call out a 'droid's name to tell them their owner was ready to go.

"...Veronica?..."

"...Peter?..."

"...Mandy?..."

After a few trips out back, Laura did notice that the 'droid in the corner had been there a long time. She was pretty sure no patrons had been at a table that long. At the end of her shift, when there were no diners in the joint, she pointed out the lone robot to the manager/cook.

"Sometimes people just dump 'em," he said as he made himself a burger. "They're expense to buy, expensive to maintain, and it ain't even cheap to dump 'em." 

"That's just wrong!" said Laura, frowning.

"Sorry, toots. It ain't nice, but..."

The cook shrugged and turned his attention back to the grill. The message was clear: it was up to Laura to deal with the abandonded 'bot, because he didn't give a fuck.

Fine. But Laura did care, though she didn't know why. Having grown up in a small town, she'd only ever seen 'droids on video until she moved to the city. Still, she saw the way people treated them, which was often worse than animals. 

But why should it bother her? She knew they weren't human. Maybe it was because she felt like she herself had been abandoned. Her high school sweetheart was a year older than her, and headed off to college on an athletic scholarship before Laura's senior year. His phone calls became more and more infrequent, and when he decided not to come home for the summer, she knew it was over. Laura was a popular girl--a favorite of everyone in the community, a cheerleader, and involved at church--but she'd built her whole future around her boyfriend. She didn't care that Bill had taken her virginity; she enjoyed the things they'd done. But Laura's pride had been bruised, and she held the whole town accountable. So it was that after graduating she left for the city, certain that she'd be welcomed with open arms.

Of course she was wrong, but was too proud to admit it to anyone back home. There were thousands of girls as pretty as she was. Or prettier. Or taller. Or with bigger tits. Or with more talent.  And now, two years since leaving home, she was reduced to being a pretty little waitress in a pretty little apron, standing at the back door of some greasy spoon diner, looking at a beat-up android and seeing only herself.

"Hey, you," she called to the android, who looked up at her timidly. "It's okay...I won't hurt you." Laura felt silly saying it, but the 'droid really seemed scared. She walked into the back ally as she took off her apron. The 'droid shrank back into the corner. Even if a bit battered, she was very pretty. Her blonde hair was a bit of a mess, and her dress looking like it had come off of a scarecrow, but Laura could tell that she'd been quite expensive when knew. That body...wow. She found herself staring at the 'droid's curves, feeling...jealosy? Curiosity?

"Hi...I'm Brisket," said the 'droid, who just managed to look her in the eye. Her expression had some pleading in it. Like she wanted help. Laura pulled out her phone.

"Don't worry...I'll help you get home."

Panic filled Brisket's blue eyes, and she lunged forward and swatted the phone out of Laura's hand. Trembling, she eased back into the corner. Laura was startled by the swiftness of the android's action, but the pity she felt for her overcame the fear.

"Okay, okay...I won't call anyone," she said, picking up and pocketing the phone. Now what? "Are you all alone?"

Brisket nodded.

"Do you need a place to stay."

Another nod. Laura bit her lip. What would her landlord say if he saw her bring in a 'droid? How would she take care of her? If she needed service, there was no way she could afford it. And she knew nothing about techical stuff. But she couldn't leave her there. She seemed so *real*. And who would the next person be to find her?

"Do you want to come with me?"

A slow, shy nod.

"Well, come on then...."

The subway train screeched to a halt, bringing Laura back to the present. The lights went out, though there was a dim glow from the station just ahead. So close! Laura felt Brisket's hand grip hers.

"Don't worry," said Laura, giving it a squeeze. "This happens a lot on this line."

In the dim light, Laura saw movement at the other end of the car, and then heard a zipping sound. The head of one silhoutte began bobbing in the other shadow's lap. Slurping sounds. It seems the man didn't want to wait to get home. 

"Gross," said Laura, glancing at the next car...empty. "Come on." Laura led her new friend into the next car and they sat back down. Over an electric hum, she could hear the man moaning his pleasure. Laura noticed her android companion look in his direction. "I'm sorry about that, baby," said Laura. Then the train lurched forward, sending her bouncing off of Brisket's chest. Laura blushed at the firm, warm feeling. Lights still off, the train creeped into the station, where the man and his hooker 'droid exited. The doors closed again, and a voice crackled over the train's speaker.

"If anyone's still on this train, it'll just be a few minutes. Hang tight."

Laura noticed that the 'droid was squeezing her hand a little more now. "Is something wrong?" The lights flickered on for a few moments, and Laura nearly jumped out of her seat. Something was tenting up the android's dress from out of her lap. Laura looked at Brisket's pretty face, which looked frustrated. "Oh my god...you have a...you have a penis?"

A slow nod. The lights flicked out again, and the electric humming stopped. Laura wasn't sure what to do. The sight and sound of the man getting a blowjob must have triggered the 'droid's programming, and now she had the biggest hard-on she'd ever seen. In the diminished light from the underground station, Laura could see it bob up and down. Brisket squeezed her hand, and then she saw the dress slide away. It glistened in the half-light. 

"You're HUGE..." said Laura, marvelling at the organ. Brisket whimpered. "Ohhhhhh no...no way..." said Laura, who took the meaning of the 'droid's pitiful sound. The humming came up again, the lights flicked, and Laura saw a look of excruciating frustration on Brisket's face. The lights died again. Laura froze.

What harm would it do? It wasn't a real penis. Just some kind of fancy plastic or something. And the poor thing was clearly suffering. But it was silly -- giving a robotic woman a blowjob in a subway train! She'd never be able to look anyone in the eye again--especially not when 'droids were nearby.

Brisket was staring at her through the half-dark. Her hand released its grip, and she began to gently stroke Laura's cheek and hair. She'd had some encounters with men in the city since moving, but nothing so gentle. It made her feel wanted. Needed. The train lurched forward again, lights still off. The hand massaged the back of her head, making a suggestion. 

Laura let the hand guide her head down into the 'droid's lap. Now she was face to face with it. It was more than a mouthful for her. She looked up at Brisket. Her eyes were intense. She was already panting.

"I hope you appreciate this," said Laura, closing her lips around her head.

Brisket did enjoy the feeling of the sweet little thing's mouth enveloping her. Three days was a long time for her to be without any kind of sex, and her frustrated look had been all too real. She'd thought about just throwing the girl down and taking her, but it was too risky. She needed an ally. And judging by the way the girl worked her tool, she'd picked well.

Despite herself, Laura was getting excited as she bobbed her head up and down over the hot, throbbing shaft. After all that this poor, gentle creature must have been through, it appealed to her emotional instincts to give pleasure. The hand on her head told her how fast to move, though in an improvisational moment she slid her lips away, cradled the 'droid's plump sack in her hand, and kissed hard at the place where shaft and balls met.

It was a pleasant surprise to Brisket, and it sent her over the edge. With a throaty yell she let go, having just enough presense of mind to hold the girl's head still.

Laura was caught by surprise as hot liquid hit her square in the face. For what seemed a long time the globs splattered against her, until she felt the shaft knock against her nose and chin as it fell. The hand let go of her head and she sat back up, wiping her face with her apron. She looked at Brisket, who looked bashful once more as she smoothed her dress down over her lap.

"You could have given me some warning," said Laura with annoyance. Brisket whimpered and looked away. Dammit! "HeyHey...it's okay. You couldn't help it, right?" The 'droid nodded just as the train pulled into the next station. "This is it...come on."

It seemed to Laura that the android had a strut to her step as they walked the two blocks to her apartment. Rather than be annoyed, Laura felt proud. It wasn't a talent she wanted to sell, but was glad to have all the same. Entering the second-story room, she turned on the light and swept her arm in front of her.

"Well, this is it," she said, surveying the twin bed, desk, chest of drawers, and small kitchen area that were, along with a bathroom as small as the closet, her apartment. "We'll have to figure out where you're going to..HEY!"

Brisket had made a beeline to the bed, lying down on her back heavily, body going limp. Hands on hips, Laura sighed. Did androids even need sleep? She honestly didn't know. "You can rest there for a moment, but I'm gonna need some serious sleep after I'm cleaned up for bed."

Laura went through her routine as usual, taking extra time to wash up her face. Thankfully her hair had been pulled back when Brisket hosed her down--she would shower in the morning, as usual. As she changed into a loose-fitting pair of shorts and t-shirt, her body began to itch with nervous excitement. Truth was she'd been at annoyed at Brisket not for decorating her face, but because she'd done nothing to relieve the fire that had begun to well up inside her. It scared her a little, the size of her penis, but not as much as it excited her. 

But was it wrong? Isn't this exactly the treatment the 'droid was running from? Unknown. Maybe it was like the cook had said -- that she'd simply been abandoned. And why shouldn't she have the pleasure? She was still commited to making sure the 'droid was going to be okay.

When she turned back to the bed after brushing her teeth, her decision was practically made for her: as she seemingly slumbered on her back, Brisket's cock pointed straight up. Laura blushed as her mind flashed with ideas.

"Brisket?"

No answer. Sheepishly, Laura shed her shorts. Already wet, she diddled herself gently, staring down at the 'droid and her huge prick. As she slipped one and then two fingers inside herself, she pictured the womanly figure on top of her, entering and fucking. At last she felt ready, and she crawled onto the bed, gingerly.

Brisket's face seemed angelic as Laura looked down at it, and she almost wished she was awake. No...it was easier this way. Laura crawled atop Brisket so that her heiny was perched just above her hard shaft. Reaching back, she grabbed hold of it and rubbed the head between her slickened lips.

"Mmmmm...." she moaned, savoring the anticipation. She felt herself deepen, along with a desire to be filled. Laura lowered herself, holding the penis still as she achieved penetration. Concentrating, she kept herself relaxed as she took the 'droid's penis inside her, bit by bit. There was pain; she'd never been stretched this way before. But her whole body was screaming for her to get into motion, and she reached under her shirt to massage her small but pert breasts. Impaled by half of Brisket's shaft, she slowly began to rise up and down, feeling the ripples and rushes wash through her. So consumed by the ever-rising waters was she that it took a few moments to notice that the penis had started doing her work for her. Hands grabbed onto her waist.

"Wha...?"

Laura opened her eyes and looked down. Brisket smiled up at her, confident lust on her face.

"Shhhhhh..." she said soothingly before--JAB!

"OH!" shouted Laura, grimmacing. Brisket had slipped herself up into her a little more than she'd been ready for, but now she continued the slow, comfortable fuck. Laura kept still and let the android slide, rotating her hips as the hands suggested. Up she rose over higher and higher waves. "Faster please...faster."

Brisket withdrew most of the way, savoring the pleasure and begging on the woman's face, quickly replaced by satisfaction and pain as she slid up into her. "Oh god...oh FUCK--" shouted Laura as the penis encroached even deeper into her--and then it was back and in and ramming and faster and slick and pushing and pushing and changing and charging. "Ah!--fuck--AH!--Oh God--"

Making sure of her grip, Brisket sat up, rocked forward and kicked her legs back behind her. Now the woman was under her, and her arms reached around her back and held tight. Brisket backed out and entered her again in a long, slow thrust, making the girl hiss. 

The gates in Laura's mind had been splintered apart, and she was no longer shouting out words--only disjointed sounds and grunts. The andoid she'd taken in was giving her the fuck of a lifetime, her penis touching off sensations previously unknown and unsuspected. Impossibly, there was always MORE of her, just when she thought she could be stretched no further. Her little body quivered under Brisket's she fucked her to greater heights. Voices in her head screeched and shreiked...the penis WOULD NOT STOP...faster it went...faster...a slight change of angle...a slap against her ass.

"WHOOAAAHHHH!"

She held tight as the penis seemed to meld completely with her body, slamming her mind into an infinite chasm. She opened her eyes and marveled at the beautiful face that had given her such whole pleasure. Brisket's eyes scanned hers, and a look of pleasure and satisfaction swept her face. Laura rose up and kissed at her lips, which accepted the gesture even as she slid her meat out. Laura could feel fluids leaking out of her, and ground herself against Brisket's softening penis to steal a few extra lapping waves.

Without thinking the switched positions so that the much larger Brisket lay on her back, with pretty little Laura draped across her. The woman kissed the hefty android woman's neck. "I'll do everything I can for you...everything...."

Brisket smiled with satisfaction and thought "I know you will." She'd picked her host well, and would now have not just a place to make her plans, but a new toy to play. A marvelous new toy who would have to beg for her cock by the time she was through with her.

All in good time.