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Subject: {ASSM} New: Lisa's Tale Day 5: A Courtesy Suites Story (M/Fembot, rom, SciFi, asfr)
Date: Fri,  3 Aug 2001 21:10:04 -0400
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LISA'S TALE DAY 5: A COURTESY SUITES STORY

By DB  ( DB_Story@att.net / http://DB_Story.home.att.net )

Copyrightc 2001 by DB.

ASSM/ASFR (M/Fembot, rom)

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- - -

Author's Note: This story was written as 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.  The original Courtesy Suites 
story, and additional adventures there as well as other of EHY's 
writings in this area, may be found at his web-site: 
http://www.geocities.com/ipmstories/.

Parts 1 through 4 of this story are available at my site above.

A special thanks to Gorgo and others for their excellent and much 
appreciated proofreading.  All remaining mistakes are mine.

- - -

Matt Samuals awoke naturally for the first time in days, instead 
of to the blare of an unwelcome alarm clock.

For a moment there was the panicked thought, I forgot to set the 
alarm.  I've got to get to the show.

But then he remembered that the trade show had ended yesterday.  
He had no reason at all to get up early today.  And maybe an 
excellent reason to stay in bed.

That brought back memories of the beach party last night.  And 
from that, the lovely woman now sharing his bed.

* * *

Lisa felt Matt stir in her arms.  As a fembot, and member of 
Courtesy Suites' famed robotic staff, she didn't need sleep in 
the human sense of the word.  However, she had a number of power-
down modes for various circumstances.

For instance, when she was in storage waiting for her next call, 
she operated at the minimum power levels necessary to maintain 
her systems at a level able to receive the call.  When a guest 
used her remote to shut her off, all that was actually stopped at 
that time was the master clock to her robotic mind.  She 
otherwise remained fully powered and able to resume instantly 
when turned back on again.  When events happened slowly around 
her (as when she was waiting for a guest who had not yet 
arrived), she could slow down her master clock to make time pass 
more quickly.

Robots don't sleep or dream, but just as people do at night, they 
need to sort and process the overwhelming flood of data they have 
received during the day.  Although Lisa's tall, statuesque form 
packed more memory and processing capacity than any other fembot 
on the CS staff, yesterday had finally pushed her systems to 
their maximum.  Lisa had powered down her external systems to the 
point where she would notice any changes in Matt, but otherwise 
let her concentrate on sorting and understanding the all events 
of the day just past.

She had finally been "discovered."  For the first time, her 
services had been under non-stop demand.  In addition to 
attending to three other guests yesterday besides Matt (that many 
guests in a week had been her usual pace before), she had planned 
[on her own] an intimate evening dinner on the beach.  Then 
changed it at the last moment as unexpected guests had arrived 
into a full-fledged beach party.  That party just kept growing 
into the biggest event Lisa had ever been associated with.  She 
had tracked all aspects of the party (though truth be told, once 
the party had started she and Matt had just left it alone to find 
its own way), as the dynamics of it fascinated her.

Later, she used her own initiative to take Matt away from it for 
some private affection.  A bold move for an obedient fembot, yet 
one he appreciated greatly.

Finally, there was the volcano spa party that lasted until the 
pool closing.

All in all, it was the first time Lisa's systems had ever been 
stretched to their limits, and she very much liked the fact that 
she finally felt fully utilized.

Matt had been concerned that she would be upset or unhappy when 
he'd told her that he wanted to change all her careful plans for 
them.  Because they had only become acquainted four days earlier, 
they both still had a lot to learn about each other.  Lisa was 
always ready for a new challenge.  Sudden shifts in a guest's 
preferences were the norm for any fembot.  She felt, however, 
that Matt was more than willing to learn about her as she really 
is, and was touched by his [unnecessary] concern for her 
feelings.  He had made a great start when he told her to operate 
at her full capabilities, and he hadn't been disappointed in her 
in the least since.

Not having to worry about protecting some guest's fragile ego was 
allowing Lisa to bloom in ways she didn't yet realize.  Some of 
that may have contributed to her sudden popularity.  It certainly 
was the number one reason that Lisa now considered Matt her first 
"Special Friend," and preferred to spend time with him over any 
other guest.  All these thoughts made her happy in a way she'd 
never been happy before.

So Lisa had spent her night processing all her memories.  She 
adjusted to Matt's position changes, but he had been very tired 
at the end of the evening - very happy, and very tired - and he 
had slept deeply through the night.

Finally, as morning arrived, she felt him start to stir.  She 
tightened her arms around him to let him know she was still here, 
and felt him relax for a few more minutes of rest.

* * *

Matt woke-up in the arms of the most beautiful woman of his 
acquaintance.  He knew she had been there all night, giving him 
the most secure sleep he could recall.

Her lovely brown eyes opened as she felt him stir to wakefulness. 
 After a moment, she gently guided him onto his back and started 
kissing his forehead.  This seemed to be a repeat of their tryst 
together deep in the jungle last night.  Good things in life are 
worth repeating.

But Matt had a different idea.  Instead of lying there as before, 
he pushed himself up and guided Lisa to lie down instead.  Then 
he started kissing her as she had kissed him.

She looked confused and started to protest, but Matt put a finger 
to her lips to silence her.

"You are not a complete lover until you can receive as well as 
you can give," he instructed her.

Then without another word, he started over kissing her on her 
forehead.  His kisses worked their way down her body.  First the 
eye lids, nose, and only briefly brushing her mouth and cheeks.  
Down the side of her neck and across her collarbone. Over the 
shoulders and down each arm, with special attention to the hands, 
before working back up each arm.  The valley between her breasts 
before the breasts themselves, and finally the already large, 
hard nipples.  Then down to her naval, and lower still into her 
rich pubic hair.  The kisses didn't linger long between her legs 
before working down the inner thighs.  Over the knee, lower leg, 
shin, and finally to her sensitive, arched feet.

Motioning her to turn over, Matt made the journey from the bottom 
up, with special attention to the backs of her knees.  He 
continued unhurriedly until he lifted her long, rich hair away to 
give special attention to her neck and ears.

Then he retraced his journey with his fingertips, lightly 
stroking the flawless skin and firm curves, memorizing in touch 
what his eyes already held in pictures.

Every part of Lisa's body is erotic to one who appreciates her 
for all that she is.  Matt's own body had long since fully 
responded to the lovely, sexy, and obedient woman below him.  He 
was glad he had started this already nude, so there was no need 
to interrupt this journey when his clothes would have proven too 
confining.  And although he had already fully reacted to Lisa's 
strong sexual presence, he didn't hurry his journey one bit.

Lisa's breasts and nipples received special attention from Matt's 
gentle hands, but no part of her was ignored.

Finally he was back to her face, which he gently stroked, along 
with her neck.

Lisa finally made her impatience known, when reached up and took 
Matt's wrist firmly in her own hand and pressed it against her 
own mouth, then started licking his fingers.  Matt slid back down 
her body as she opened her legs fully, and easily slipped himself 
inside her.

He stroked the inside depths of her womanhood slowly as she held 
him firmly.  She then began to move her hips in unison with his 
thrusts.  Their speed increased as suddenly neither of them 
seemed able to go slow anymore.

Matt bent down for a kiss, and Lisa wrapped her arms around his 
head to hold his mouth as tightly against hers as possible.  This 
pushed them both into overdrive, and moments later they shared a 
thunderous climax.

Afterwards, Matt lay atop her strong body, leaving that male part 
of him inside her as long as possible.

* * *

Lisa had been surprised when Matt pushed her down on the bed 
instead of letting her continue.  He had really liked this exact 
attention the night before.  The concept that she needed to be 
able to receive as well as give is a foreign concept for most 
fembots.  Too many humans are notorious for wanting to ensure 
that they get theirs first and regardless.

So she didn't know what to expect from this new adventure.

Quickly though her systems responded favorable to his attentions. 
 Much like the Pygmalion and Galatea game they had played 
together the first night, his gentle touch seemed to bring each 
part of her alive for the first time in this new way.

If you'd asked her ahead of time what she would get out of this, 
she would have said that, "I'm doing it because my guest enjoys 
it and wants me to do it."  But by the end of the kissing and 
touching she knew that she was enjoying it at least as much as 
Matt was.

Afterwards Lisa couldn't have told anyone just why she enjoyed 
this intimate experience so much.  Only that she had done so, and 
that the sex at the end was the best sex of her experience.

* * *

Matt finally rolled off Lisa to the side, but kept his arms 
around her beautiful body.

Then unexpectedly he said, "Do we have plans for today?"

Lisa immediately adjusted to the non sequiter and replied, "Yes 
we do."

"Then let's get started."

The first part of the plan needed no further explination.  Lisa 
followed Matt into the shower, and they washed each other off 
under the warm water with handfuls of Courtesy Suites' luxury 
shower gel.

This led to another round of sex, standing in the shower, and 
then more shower gel.

They got out and dried each other off, again enjoying the touch 
of each other's bodies - and the permission and trust given that 
each could touch the other anyway they wished without having to 
ask each time.

Once dry, Lisa made an unexpected remark when she said, "I need 
to get a few things.  Can you meet me in the lobby when you're 
ready?"

"Sure thing," Matt replied, although he was puzzled by just what 
Lisa meant.

Then she was gone out the door, while Matt shaved and got 
dressed.

* * *

At six feet and an inch barefoot (and worth the climb), Lisa 
couldn't share clothes with the general CS fembot population. If 
she didn't have it already, she'd have to buy it.  She knew that 
there was an overall clothing budget to meet guest requests.  She 
also knew that it was tracked by the accounting department.  If 
any particular fembot made too many requests, there would be an 
investigation of her programming.  This was something Lisa now 
realized she would prefer to avoid.  She had already had enough 
people in fear of her intelligence to know not to look for 
trouble.  However, she knew she hadn't made any requests in some 
time, since her favorite white sheath dress and almost not-there 
three-inch heels worked great for most elegant, in-hotel 
occasions.

Today though, she had plans that went beyond anything she had 
ever attempted before.  Something she wasn't sure was even 
allowed.  Matt had effectively removed all blocks on her mind and 
thinking processes when he asked her to use it to her full 
abilities with him, and appreciated her for it afterwards.  While 
she could never break any Courtesy Suites' hard and fast rules, 
she found the flexibility to operate as though he had given 
advance approval to any plan she came up with - which, in effect, 
was exactly the case.  This was the ability that made Lisa 
special among the entire Courtesy Suites' staff.  An ability she 
now liked being able to use, because it would bring her happiness 
as well as the guest.  Darci was her closest peer in this 
ability, and Matt had been good for her too.  That is why they 
both went to their best efforts to please him in return.

Careful consideration had told her none of her present outfits 
would be suitable.  Therefore, she had messaged Hotel Services 
last night with her needs, and hoped they had been able fulfill 
them in time.

Down in the service area, she carefully removed last night's 
outfit and sent it out for cleaning.  The hotel's central 
coordinating system guided her to the receiving area where 
several fancy boxes were waiting for her.  Checking inside showed 
that everything she had requested had been delivered as expected. 
 She took the new items with her to the preparation area, leaving 
the boxes to be recycled.

In the preparation area, Lisa ran a quick charge-level check and 
self-diagnostic to ensure that she was in optimal operating 
condition.  Everything passed with flying colors.

She then donned her new clothes, checked her nails, and prepared 
her hair fresh for the new day.  She double-checked that Matt was 
the only person on her schedule for the remaining time until his 
scheduled departure tomorrow morning.  She made sure that the 
hotel scheduler was aware of her evening plans, and requested 
download of a new databank.  This took several additional 
minutes, but she knew this time that they had the entire day, and 
did not feel rushed.

One last check in the mirror showed her a tag that she had 
forgotten to remove.  That task done, Lisa headed out of the 
restricted maintenance area and up to the lobby, confident that 
Matt would value her contribution - and company - for today's 
activities.

* * *

Matt stood in the Courtesy Suites lobby.  His eagerness had led 
him to hurry his preparations, and now he was waiting for Lisa to 
arrive.

At the front desk, he noticed a new fembot where Traci had worked 
these last few days.  Her nametag identified her as Nikki, and 
she was as appealing as any staff member Matt had yet 
encountered.  Even sitting, one could tell she was tall and 
leggy, with a good tan (though a surprisingly pale face) that 
matched her shoulder-length, dishwater blonde hair.  Her chest 
was average, but nice, and there was just something about her 
that said, "Ask for me, and I'll have my shirt off before you can 
ask."

Matt wouldn't be surprised to find out that Traci was still 
spending time with the young man so enamored of her a couple 
nights ago.  (He had to have been enamored, since he had left 
Darci for her.)  From Nikki's looks, it was a safe bet that she 
wouldn't have to wait long either be requested by some guest 
whose first encounter with the Courtesy Suites' staff would come 
at the front desk during check-in.

Matt looked around, admiring the lobby that he had virtually 
ignored with his tunnel vision during check-in.  It was bright 
and airy with a high-domed ceiling, Greek columns, and bright 
skylights.  The floor was polished granite.  And there were live 
trees and a couple fountains to enjoy.  For the first time since 
his arrival, he felt he actually had time to stop and enjoy the 
view.

Then he heard his name and turned around to see - a very 
different Lisa - approaching.

Instead of the elegant dresses and heels of the past nights, Lisa 
was dressed in a silky, long-sleeved tan blouse and rich brown 
slacks.  Stylish, matched brown leather walking shoes completed 
the ensemble.  Her long brunette hair was pulled back into a 
long, swinging ponytail, and her makeup seemed lighter than 
usual.  She looked so different that, initially, only her 
familiar smile and blue name badge gave her away.  What she 
really looked like was a tall, cute, and innocent 22-year-old 
woman.

She danced across the floor over to Matt and wrapped her arms 
around him to give him a big kiss.

"Wow!" was his first response.  "You look great!"

"Why, thank you, kind Sir," she responded with a giggle.  Then 
she added, "Are you ready to go?"

"Absolutely!" Matt replied.

With that, Lisa took Matt's arm.  But rather than leading him 
towards the hotel's restaurant row for breakfast, she turned him 
around and swept him across the lobby and right out the main 
entrance.  She turned them down the street and briskly set off, 
with a very bemused Matt in tow.

Two blocks away she suddenly stopped, blinked a couple times, and 
staggered for a half-step.  She then put her hand to her head in 
a very human gesture for a moment.

Matt was immediately concerned.  "Is anything wrong?"

"No.  Not at all," came her reply.  "It is just that we've 
reached the boundary of the hotel's network, and I was just 
switching over to full autonomous mode.  I don't do this often, 
and it's a bit of a jolt."

"Are you telling me that the you I see now is exactly all that 
you are, and nothing else?" Matt asked perceptively.

"That's true.  Until we return, all you have is me."

"Fantastic!" came his reply.  "That's all I ever wanted from 
you."

Lisa gave the brightest smile in her repertoire to that 
endorsement.  Then she removed her blue name badge, put it in her 
pocket, and followed that with a pirouette for Matt.

As he smiled widely in return, she put her arms around Matt's 
neck for another long kiss.

When the kiss broke, Matt asked, "Why did you just kiss me?"

Lisa's smile had changed to positively mischievous as she 
replied, "Because I wanted to."

"Because you wanted to?" Matt questioned, wanting to be exactly 
sure of what had just happened.

"Yes.  Because I wanted to."

"Well then, I like the 'I' that you are," Matt replied with a 
grin, giving her a conundrum to figure out.

As Lisa realized that Matt had just told her that it was her that 
he really liked, not just her behavior at Courtesy Suites, he put 
his arms around her in return for yet another kiss and realized - 
surprise - that she was wearing a bra.

When they broke from that kiss, Matt sneaked a surreptitious peak 
down the front of her blouse.  Lisa was now wearing a smooth, 
soft nude colored bra - with a front clasp that the engineering 
part of his mind noticed.  She certainly didn't need it with her 
great figure and today's liberal attitudes for women, but had 
made it part of her outfit today anyway.

Now Matt had seen a great deal of Lisa's perfect B-size breasts 
already during his stay at Courtesy Suites.  He had fondled them 
a great deal as well, both with her frozen, and animated.  His 
lips and fingertips had explored them only an hour earlier.  
Their image, firmness, and responsiveness were burned in his mind 
to the point that he hardly noticed them when she was nude with 
him.

But now that they were suddenly hidden again, they became of 
extreme interest.  Strange how that works, but it works well.  
Even the brief peak down her blouse half aroused Matt.  Her 
nipples pushing against their soft confinement captured his 
imagination.

He was of half a mind to take her right here on the street.  Her 
dress made her that appealing, and he knew she wouldn't resist 
for even a moment.

But the other half of his mind said this was a feeling to be 
savored.  Yes, he could have her just for the asking.  He was 
certain that this aspect of their relationship hadn't changed at 
all now that they were outside.  But was a rare feeling to be 
enjoyed to its fullest.  Also, he was hungry - for food.

So Matt didn't comment on her choice of clothes, for now.  That 
topic could certainly come up later.  Instead, he gave her 
another quick squeeze and kiss, which was enthusiastically 
returned, and then said, "Lead on."

As she took his arm again, Matt wondered if she had panties on 
under those slacks as well.  He was sure he'd know the answer to 
that before the end of the day.

* * *

Lisa had entered her proposed plans into the hotel's scheduling 
and coordination system before going to meet Matt in the lobby.  
She knew that Courtesy Suites' staff members were allowed to 
operate independently outside the hotel on some occasions.  
Usually, however, this was done by a direct guest request to a 
member of the human management.  Staff members were valuable 
property, and independent operation outside the CS network could 
tax the capabilities of any 'bot.

More than most staff however, Lisa had been taken outside the 
hotel by other guests who needed an elegant, intelligent escort, 
even if they didn't use her for that after they had her.  She 
knew the routine well, and put-in the request as if Matt had 
directly ask for it.  She added that his visit had been marred by 
hotel slipups on its second day, and that he had also contributed 
to the overall excellent experience of the hotel for other guests 
on several occasions.

She had not received any acknowledgement of her request however 
by the time she had left to meet Matt in the lobby.  Time was 
wasting though, and she decided to go ahead as if she had 
received the acknowledgement.  If she was not permitted to leave 
the premises in Matt's care, the hotel security system would 
override and freeze her within five steps outside the door.  
There had been no nak on her request yet either.

Lisa decided to make her move, based on previous experience that 
acknowledgements didn't always arrive in a timely manner.  She 
and Matt walked out together without incident.

* * *

A few blocks further on, Lisa turned them down a narrow, one-lane 
street that could easily be missed if someone didn't know exactly 
what they were looking for.

Halfway down this tree-shaded lane was a sidewalk caf, with a few 
small, outside tables.  As Lisa turned towards it, it triggered a 
memory in Matt.

How did she know? he wondered.  

Matt's most memorable breakfast experience was once in a small 
sidewalk caf, in Paris.  Everything had just come together right 
to make it great.

Then he remembered that much of their time together these last 
few days had been spent in talking about much of what Matt had 
done in his life.  His trips to Hawaii and Tahiti.  The two trips 
to Paris that he had enjoyed so much.  The other places in the 
world that business and pleasure had taken him over the years.

Lisa, who had hardly ever been outside of Courtesy Suites itself, 
and never more than a few miles, had proven an avid listener.  
She was easy to talk to, and apparently took note of everything 
he had said.  This couldn't have happened by accident.

Matt realized that Lisa knew far more about him now then he knew 
about her.  As he put down his menu after ordering a very French 
breakfast, Matt resolved that today he was going to learn all 
there was to know about what it was like to be a fembot at 
Courtesy Suites.

* * *

Matt and Lisa's day together stretched out into one long, 
seemingly endless adventure.

Lisa took first Matt to the city's famous art gallery, and later 
on to several of smaller, intimate galleries.  She proved an able 
guide, as she could give the history on every painting they 
viewed.  When Matt asked how she was managing this, she told him 
she had downloaded the entire city guide that morning.

Then she asked him to explain "Art."

"Art is something that affects you when you view it," Matt 
replied.  "You may like the affect, or dislike it, but the more 
you feel it, the more effective the art is."

Lisa didn't feel much affected by the art itself, so she started 
asking Matt how each piece affected him.  Soon, they had quite a 
discussion going as she would give him the history of each piece, 
and then he would share how he felt about it.  And although he 
didn't turn Lisa into an art connoisseur over the next few hours, 
she listened intently to every word he said, and tried to see the 
similar things in each work they visited.

They traveled together around the city, both on public 
transportation, and on foot.

Matt had her explain at length why she didn't feel limited by her 
job that rarely let her leave the confines of Courtesy Suites.  
She explained at great length how doing her programmed tasks well 
left her feeling fulfilled and complete.  And that this feeling 
wasn't at all as simple is it might have sounded.  She genuinely 
liked what she did, particularly when it resulted in other people 
being happy.

"Don't you like making other people happy?" she ask him point 
blank.

He had to confess that he did like doing exactly that.

"Then why is it so strange that I would like it too?" she came 
back at him with, showing her mischievous smile.

"Well, you do it because you have to.  That's your program.  I 
can change if I wanted to."

"Would you ever want to change how you feel about making other 
people happy?"

"No!  But that's not the point."

"Isn't it?"

He had to admit she had him there.

When they toured the zoo, they got to the point of talking about 
each other's outlook on life.

After listening to Lisa explain what mattered to her, Matt 
pointed out, "You live for the moment, because you can.  I don't, 
because I can't."

"Why are we so different in this regard?" she questioned 
innocently.

"I think it is because you have permanent employment as a fembot. 
 You need never worry about your future.  My ability to keep my 
present employment is tested virtually every day.  It is only 
rarely - like today - that I can relax and just enjoy this 
moment."

For lunch, Lisa took Matt to a place an out-of-towner would never 
find.  A small caf, that never needed to advertise because it was 
already full of locals.  It was a friendly place, where no one 
took overt notice that Matt was eating and Lisa wasn't (which 
could mean that Lisa might not be exactly the young woman she 
appeared).

Later, they went to the city's largest park and ran barefoot 
through the grass, before sitting on the edge of a huge fountain 
dangling their feet in the water.

It was there that Matt shared an epiphanette with Lisa.

"We are alike in one important way.  We are both the sum of our 
memories, and how we react to them.  The reason I like you so 
much now is because my memories tell me of the wonderful times we 
have had these last few nights.  And they lead me to extrapolate 
that I will continue to have more fun with you in the near future 
than anything else I could possibly be doing."

Lisa agreed with this understanding, and then added her own 
epiphanette to his. "The difference between us is that you live 
with your memories all the time, while mine are only loaded and 
active when I need them.  I really wonder how you can manage them 
all."

"It isn't easy sometimes," Matt had to confess.  "I guess I hang 
on tightly to the good ones, and try to forget - or at least not 
think about - the bad ones too much."

"It's like when you talked about jealousy with Darci, isn't it?" 
Lisa asked.  "I don't feel that emotion because I can't dwell on 
my bad memories.  I'm just not built that way."

"I think there are some advantages to having a mind like yours," 
Matt opined.

"I was thinking the same thing about yours," Lisa offered in 
return.

Matt eventually did ask about the bra, and if there were also 
panties involved.

Lisa replied that she was wearing lingerie today because, "A real 
woman would."  And yes, there were panties under her slacks that 
she had put on this morning, and that she expected him to take 
off her this evening.

And although there was a lot more sexual innuendo and double 
entandree in their banter that might have led to groping sessions 
in every secluded corner, somehow the adventures of the day never 
wandered in that direction.  They didn't need to.

A couple times Lisa got long, evaluating looks from people.  As 
if they felt they almost knew her from another venue.  As if 
their stares would peel back her skin and reveal her as a fake.  
Matt and Lisa just looked back levelly until the onlooker would 
avert their gaze and move on with some mumbled apology, now 
certain that this lively, confident young woman could not be the 
fembot they suspected.  Matt and Lisa laughed together each time 
the person of that moment was out of range.

As the afternoon waned, they walked along the edge of the water 
together.  Lisa's observations continued to surprise Matt.

"Love is not like jealousy," she stated firmly.  "But it's 
equally hard to understand."

"You are both right and wrong," Matt reparteed.  "Love is not 
like jealousy.  However it is much harder to understand."

"Why?" Lisa asked, with her prettiest frown.

"Everybody understands jealousy.  But almost nobody understands 
love."

"So what don't they understand?" Lisa queried, certain that Matt 
knew everything important about love and relationships, since he 
was doing so well with her.

They walked on for awhile before Matt responded.  It was 
fortunate that Lisa had her robotic patience to properly wait for 
his answer.

"To most people, love means being with a person who makes you 
feel good inside.  The other person is like a happy drug for you, 
and the whole world is wonderful while they are nearby.  You 
can't wait to tear their clothes off and commit passionate sex 
with them.  And when they're gone, the world becomes a cold and 
dreary place.  And none of that has anything to with love.  It's 
all simply lust."

"Well then, I'm in lust with you, Matthew Samuals," Lisa said 
with a smile.  "Except for the cold and dreary part."  Then she 
waited for him to continue his answer.

"Love comes when you know more about another person than anyone 
else can ever know.  It comes over time; not in a moment of 
passion simply because they make you feel good.  With love, 
intimacy is more important than passion.  When you love someone 
else, you will do the right thing by them, even when the cost to 
yourself is high.  Love is when you want to be with someone even 
when you don't feel lustful thoughts towards them - and when you 
do.  Love is the opposite of jealousy, because love is secure in 
its feeling when the person is gone.  There is no fear in love, 
because you cannot love what you fear.  And if that makes any 
sense to you, please explain it back to me.  Because I feel I'm 
as lost on this subject as anyone else on this planet has ever 
been."

Lisa didn't answer Matt in words, but instead put her arm around 
him and held him tightly as they walked.  She pondered on the 
subject of love, and what it would mean to her.

"Do I have a soul?" she asked him later.

"How can I say?  I can't even prove I have one," he replied.  
"What would a soul even be?"

Lisa had used her specialty of correlating information to come up 
with an answer.  "It is the remaining essence of a person, when 
all else is gone.  It must contain all that we have learned, and 
become."

"That's as good an answer as I've ever heard," Matt replied.

When he said nothing more, Lisa dropped the subject.  She was 
just happy now being with Matt. 

* * *

Finally the day faded into evening, and somehow without effort, 
their wanderings led them back to Courtesy Suites.

As they approached, Lisa shivered slightly, then reached in her 
pocket and put on her name badge.

Matt looked at her with concern.  "Are you okay?"

She reassured him.  "I'm perfect - when I'm with you."

They walked through the doors together, arm-in-arm.

* * * 

Lisa wanted to change before dinner.  She left Matt in the lobby 
and headed for the maintenance area, while Matt went to wash up 
in his room.

She appeared at his door a few minutes later, now in another 
brightly colored pareau, barefoot, with her bra and panties on 
underneath it.  She still had her hair back in that fun ponytail.

Matt easily removed the pareau, then unclipped the front of her 
bra.  He slid his hands over her smooth breasts and full nipples 
as if he'd missed them for years.  He bent down to kiss and bite 
them, to Lisa's obvious pleasure.

Removing her bra entirely, he then slid her panties down those 
long legs, and brought his hands back up their smooth, nude 
length to briefly stroke her between her now bare thighs.

Lisa removed Matt's pants quickly for him before he almost threw 
her onto the bed.  In a moment he was inside her as they moved 
together in perfect synchronization.  Their orgasm was again 
intense and simultaneous.

A quick dip through the shower afterwards, and Lisa again donned 
her pareau - this time sans panties and bra.  Room service had 
delivered an aloha shirt, trunks, and sandals for Matt to wear.

Lisa took Matt's arm in what had become an automatic gesture for 
them, and they left the room headed for the Courtesy Suites pool 
and beach.

* * *

As then entered the pool area, Matt saw a cluster of torches over 
on the left side, beyond the last lifeguard station.  It was the 
most secluded portion of the beach.  They walked together over 
there to find a small table in the space between four torches, 
with candles on it, and two comfortable beach chairs.

Kerry greeted them with leis and a kiss for each of them.

"I'm honored to serve you tonight," she said to Matt, while she 
seated Lisa first.  Matt noted that Kerry somehow looked much 
happier than when he'd first seen her swimming laps.

Appetizers and drinks magically appeared, followed soon by an 
excellent fish dish.  Soft Island music wafted in from behind 
them, while the pool lapped against the beach ahead.  The warm 
moist air and moon overhead made it seem outdoors thousands of 
miles away.  And the sounds of falling water from the volcano spa 
across the pool washed away any other sounds of the city.

Kerry provided excellent, yet discreet service.  There the moment 
you needed anything.  Just out of sight otherwise.

"We were lucky to get her," Matt commented to Lisa.

"She asked for the assignment when she knew what I had in mind 
for you tonight," Lisa replied.  "She's grateful for how you have 
treated her during your stay."

Matt was surprised at that.  A 'bot who enjoyed providing 
service, and appreciated good treatment.  Somewhere, someone was 
doing an excellent job in creating these staff members.

"Did she ask anything else?" he found himself inquiring.

"Only that she could be my stand-in with you anytime I'm not 
available."

Now Matt was very flattered.

He was well into his fish - they had served him the entire fish 
on the plate, and it was going to take awhile to finish - when 
two lovely blonde twins came down the beach, hand-in-hand.  When 
they got close enough for Matt to see their nametags, he saw that 
they were Kelli(3) and Kelli(7).  They were the "Donated 
Personality" models he had briefly met last night.  Quite 
different from what he liked about Lisa so much, although very, 
very nice themselves.

They paused at the edge of his space, until he waved them 
forward.

"We just wanted to tell you how much we enjoyed your party last 
night," Kelli(3) said with a smile.

"I hope you'll please invite us again next time you have another 
one," Kelli(7) added with an identical smile.

Then they both bent down and kissed his cheeks simultaneously, 
before giggling and running back up the beach.

Amazing, Matt thought to himself.

They were the start of an entire parade of staff and people.  
Somehow the word had gotten out.  By the time Matt had finished 
his leisurely meal, it seemed everyone he had met at Courtesy 
Suites - including many of the drop-in impromptu beach party 
guests, had trekked down to their secluded corner to give Matt 
their best wishes and tell him how much they had enjoyed some 
aspect of visit at Courtesy Suites, before backing off again to 
give him his privacy.  Darci came over twice to say how much she 
had enjoyed her experiences with Matt.  Matt's eyes got moist 
more than once during all this well-wishing.

Afterward, when they were alone again, he and Lisa danced 
together to the tropical music there on the beach.

After a few turns around the sand though, Matt looked across to 
the water volcano.

"Now there's a piece of art that makes you feel good just looking 
at it," he commented.

"And it's practical, too," Lisa added with a smile.

"I see you have learned to appreciate art," he replied, giving 
her a kiss.

He then looked at the long journey around three sides of the pool 
to get to the spa and decided, "Let's just swim it."

They walked down into the water together and swam across the 
short dimension of the pool.

When they got out, Matt's shirt and trunks were plastered to his 
body, and Lisa might as well not have been wearing that pareau at 
all, for all the cover it was now giving her.

But this put them in the Swimsuit Optional Zone.  They hung their 
wet clothes over some bushes and clambered up into the staircase 
of spa pools that were filled and energized by the overflowing 
water volcano.  They joined the impromptu spa party already in 
progress, and didn't leave until the pool area closed. 

* * *

That night they just clung to each other in bed.  No talking.  No 
sex.  Just the intimacy of touch and closeness.

Tomorrow was going to bring separation - duration unknown.  They 
had talked with each other for days now.  This was better.

In the morning, their lovemaking was tender and gentle.  First in 
bed.  And then again in the shower.

Lisa got out first and had dried herself off by the time Matt got 
the last soap rinsed off his skin.

When he did get dry and walk out into the room, Lisa had a 
surprise for him.

She was sitting in the chair over in the corner, wearing the same 
almost full-length silky white dress and pretty black heels that 
she had been wearing the first time he had ever seen her.

"I've come to realize that I hate good-byes," she said, rising to 
meet him.  "This is how we first met," she continued, referring 
to her current outfit.

"And this is how I'd like you to remember me," she added, 
removing her dress in one easy motion, and holding out her hands 
in an invitation to dance.

They didn't need music, and their dance was more of a hug with 
some shuffling of feet.  It was exactly what it needed to be.

Matt, too, had been worried about how to spend their last 
moments.  There was a last, long kiss.  Stroking her neck, and 
her long, beautiful back.  And the promise, "I'll be back, 
somehow."

Then she was gone, giving Matt privacy with his feelings before 
he had to step out and face the world.

* * *

Lisa had one last surprise for Matt.

When Matt went down to the front desk to check-out, Nikki was 
still there.  He wondered if Traci's new admirer was really 
keeping her that busy.  He hoped so.

Matt noticed that, compared to yesterday, Nikki was wearing a 
different outfit and had redone her hair.

I'll bet she hasn't been sitting here alone these last twenty-
four hours either, he thought.  She had both the looks, and 
something in her attitude, that would draw many men to her.

"Thank you for staying with us, Mr. Samuals," she said with a 
smile.  Then she added most unexpectedly, "I hope you and I can 
get better acquainted on some future visit."

Matt had to smile.  It seemed he had a reputation at this hotel 
now.

"Oh, and before you leave, this is for you."  Nikki handed him a 
small, square wrapped package.

Matt opened it during the ride to the airport.  There was a note 
on top.

To my Special Friend Matt,

I won't be thinking of you while you're gone...

Matt had to smile at that opening.  Only a fembot would write 
such a note.  And it was a complement, coming from her hands.  
Her memories of him would be filed in the hotel databank until 
she was in his presence again, via the hotel's privacy policy.  
But what she was really saying was that she would not be hurt by 
their forced separation.  For that, he was most grateful.

...You have shown me things about myself for which I shall 
forever be grateful.  And you have believed in me as a person, 
capable of making her own decisions.  I am sure you have a soul - 
and a most lovely one at that.  I now believe I do too, and have 
placed it in this container for you.  It contains the complete 
technical specification for my manufacture, and a full memory 
dump backup of all our time together.  Should there ever be a 
failure of the hotel's data repository, these records can be 
recreated for future visits.  The other fembots of your 
acquaintance have also contributed their files to this record, to 
ensure that you will always be remembered here.  Speaking for the 
company as is my duty, I hope you have enjoyed your visit here at 
Courtesy Suites - the most luxurious hotel chain in the country. 
 Love, Lisa.

She had again drawn a small heart after her name.

Matt opened the case to see a high-capacity data storage disc.

She was right.  This is her soul.  The essence of her being.  And 
through it, she has now escaped her confinement at Courtesy 
Suites.

Whether Matt would return now - or not - was moot.  Lisa would be 
with him.  If he returned and she was gone, her "soul" would let 
her be reborn again to him.

Matt carefully tucked the note and disc into his carry-on bag.  
He observed that already their separation wasn't feeling as bad 
anymore.  In fact now, it hardly seemed like a separation at all.

* * *

<Matt's stay at Courtesy Suites is over - for now>

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