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STRIP CLUB TALES: OLIVIA
By DB  ( DB_Story@att.net / http://home.att.net/files/Authors/db_story/www/ )
Copyrightc 2002 by DB.
ASSM/ASFR (M/Fembot, rom, ScFi, asfr)

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Author's Note: This story is part of my emerging cosmology about 
the evolution of robots into our near future society and the 
myriad ways we will learn to interact with our creations.  Read 
it now, and be prepared.  For more, visit my web-site at the 
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A special thanks to Gorgo his excellent and much appreciated 
proofreading.  All remaining mistakes are mine.

- - -

My favorite strip club is in Tucson.  I won't identify it to the 
world at large, but if you know Tucson, I'll tell you that it's 
the one with two initials as its name.  Then you only have to 
figure out which of its two locations.

I've watched "my club" evolve over time, from when some of the 
cutest college girls imaginable (they probably preferred to be 
known as "young women", which in truth they were) from the nearby 
university stripped for tuition and living expenses; to its 
downhill slide of too many overweight, tattooed, single mothers; 
on to its renaissance after they fully wired the club to 
accommodate the emerging class of fembots.  Eventually they went 
to fembots entirely, and it has really brought the club back to 
its glory days.

I remember the first time Olivia took the stage.  I had gotten on 
good terms with one of the managers - Steve - somehow when I had 
said something nice about how the club handled its cigarette 
smoke.  I don't smoke, and only drink in moderation, which puts 
me in a tiny minority of the men (and occasional woman) there. I 
come to enjoy the women, and too much alcohol does not improve 
that.  I was the opposite of say, Billy-Bob.

Billy had the cowboy hat, clothes, and boots, shiny new pickup, 
and a chunk of Daddy's money.  Billy and his party posse always 
took over a couple tables at the end of the long stage that ran 
through the middle of the bar, and threw money around on $150 
bottles of Dom like toilet paper.  All this while I sipped a non-
alcoholic beer.  In fact, I was known as the guy who drank the NA 
beers, which was actually a complement, given that the live 
waitresses who still worked there said that a shift in that place 
would leave you hating men for a week.

As I said, I was on good terms with the manager, and was comp-ed 
in most every night.  He even included my first drink in the deal 
every night he worked.

There are only about four rules at a strip club that will keep 
you out of trouble.  It's surprising how many men however just 
don't get it.

The First Rule is: Everything inside costs money.  Admission.  
Valet parking.  Lap dances.  Conversation.  Drinks.  And waitress 
service.  I always tip at least a buck, even on comp drinks.  
They're there to make a living too.

Second: Pay the girls what you own them.  The whole premise of 
the club is that the men bring in the money, and the women figure 
out how to coax it away from them.  Even a little extra over the 
minimum can go a long way in gaining a dancer's favor.

Third: No Touching.  Even the fembots are required to enforce 
this rule.  Breaking it will get you tossed out real quick.

And Last: Just be nice - or even respectful, if you can manage 
it.  I've found that a few kind words soon had many of the 
dancers taking their breaks at my table for free.  It worked with 
the women, and it also works with the fembots.  A few nice words, 
well placed, gets around and can lead to a lot of very pleasant 
evenings that don't require spending that much money.  Of course, 
some people will always try to buck the system.

Billy, for example, will never understand any of this.  His 
approach is to throw around more money in a night than most of us 
made that week, while getting more drunk and obnoxious by the 
hour, until he is basically carried out at closing time.  Lately 
I've been watching the drama of "The Billy and Susie Show".

Susie is clearly the club's number one entertainer.  She's a 
beautiful blonde, 5'4" barefoot (which she never is, since all 
the fembots are required to wear four-inch heels), with a pixie 
face, wonderful figure, green eyes, golden, soft skin, and 
breasts too large and firm for anyone with her frame in any real 
world.  Not, by the way, that anyone has ever claimed that the 
inside of the club bears any relationship to reality.  Susie is 
also bright, cheerful, and articulate, not to mention very sexy 
with a body that has curves on top of curves.

Most of all though, it is her personality that has a smile and 
brush of the hand for everyone, that makes her that one-in-a-
million sort of girl everyone likes.  And she loves to flaunt 
herself, and sometimes the rules as well.  She has, for example, 
"accidentally" bumped more up against me (in strict violation of 
club policy) than any other three dancers combined.  She is an 
easy one to be especially nice to.  As a result, not only does 
she hang out at my table a lot in the quiet times, but others 
came over too because "I'm nice to Susie".

Lately though, Billy had been trying to hog all of her time.  
He'll buy dance after dance, and drinks for her in-between, to 
keep her there with him.  (Even though fembots don't drink, the 
custom of paying the club for their time with overpriced, 
watered-down drinks remains.)  Soon it seemed that every time 
Susie would sit down at my table, a moment later a waitress would 
come over to apologetically tell her that Billy wanted another 
dance from her.

I actually didn't mind, because I knew the women were here to 
make money, and I wished them all well at it.

Anyway, I remember that particular night because it was the first 
night Susie actually went home with Billy, in addition to being 
the first time I saw Olivia on stage.

After Susie was again dragged over to Billy's table (I don't know 
if he considered me a rival, though I do know he never spoke to 
me and we always sat half the club apart), I heard a new name - 
Olivia - announced as the next performer on stage.  I must admit 
that I do get jaded after awhile, and any new blood (lubricating 
fluid?) piques my interest.  But this turned out to be different.

As Olivia came on stage my first reaction was that she wasn't 
beautiful.  Heck, compared to the other girls circulating around 
the main floor, she wasn't even pretty.

Olivia had an oval face without the overly prominent cheekbones 
and perfect make-up found in most fembots.  Her hair was long, 
brown, and straight.  Instead of a bra and t-bar or thong, she 
had on a leotard.  Her face and bare arms had a dusky, rather 
than golden, tan.  And those arms were mostly straight in 
contour, with only a small indication of muscle curves in them.

Her legs were completely covered, with only her bare feet 
exposed, a wide strap across the bottom of each foot to hold the 
leotard down.  But I could see that her legs lacked any contours 
to them as well, being mostly straight from top to bottom, and 
only widening enough as they rose to separate her from having a 
young girl's body.  Even in heels, she'd never have anything 
approaching Susie's sexy legs.  And heels weren't helping 
Olivia's legs because she wasn't wearing any.

On top of that, the close fitting leotard showed her having no 
bust at all - at least by club standards.

And that wasn't all that was different.  Instead of dancing like 
a normal performer, she exhibited what might best be described as 
a gymnastic free-floor exercise.  She did stretches, handstands, 
splits, and the like.  She looked to be taller than most of the 
girls, probably near 5'8", but remained flexible and graceful 
enough.  It was different, but really seemed to leave most of the 
crowd cold.

Halfway through, she stripped out of her leotard down to a thong, 
and finally showed her small, barely B-size breasts that mostly 
lay flat on her chest, filling out only at the bottom, with flat, 
unaroused nipples.  In fact, compared to the other girls, I never 
saw Olivia's nipples get excited in the club.

I felt embarrassed for her since I knew she was up there 
performing her heart out.  I could see why it wasn't working.  
The best I could say for her figure - breasts in particular - was 
that they actually appeared natural, in contrast to everyone 
else's.

At the end of her performance, I gave polite applause, along with 
a couple of other people.  But most of the rest of the men had 
long since turned away and paid their attention to their drinks 
and the other girls on the floor.

When she came around for tips afterwards, I gave her double the 
typical amount, mostly out of sympathy - for a fembot.

She noted my action, and afterwards came back to ask if I wanted 
a private dance.  I was still sorting out my feelings, and told 
her later.

Soon after that I saw Billy leave with Susie on his arm.  Now I'd 
never seen that happen before.  I didn't think it was even 
allowed.  But there they went.  I made a note to ask Steve about 
it next time I saw him.  I left the club soon after, before 
Olivia returned to my table.

- - -

That night, I couldn't get Olivia out of my mind.  I would have 
though I'd be imagining having Susie here to myself, like Billy 
was, running my hands over her firm body and breasts, beautifully 
curved legs, and flaring hips.  Finding out for myself if the 
stories about how once you had sex with a fembot, you never 
wanted a real woman again were true.  But it was Olivia in my 
thoughts and dreams.

Granted I felt guilty.  I'd promised her a dance, then left 
without getting it.  But that happens all the time there with 
everybody.  It was more than that.  Strangely, because I felt no 
one else would like or appreciate Olivia, that make her more 
appealing to me.  I began to imagine how much she'd like to know 
that at least one person found her sexy.  And what it would be 
like to have all her love in return, instead of someone like 
Susie who could have anyone in the club.  Somehow over the next 
few weeks, I would become very attracted to poor, unloved Olivia, 
to my very complete surprise.

The next night I waited until Olivia danced on stage again.  She 
avoided asking me for a tip afterwards (hurt feelings, or just a 
courtesy pass from the night before?), so I sent my waitress to 
go ask her to dance for me.

Olivia arrived a few minutes later, and I told her I'd missed her 
not coming back soon enough last night.  She apologized, and gave 
me a standard table dance.  Nothing exceptional.

I tipped her, and offered my sincere thanks for her performance. 
 I thought I saw a brief flicker of smile, and then she was gone 
back to working the room.  I felt good to see her get a couple 
more dances after mine.  And I saw Susie leave with Billy again.

Over the next few weeks I watched both those dramas slowly 
develop.  Olivia became my preferred dancer, partly because Billy 
was taking Susie home three or four nights a week, and still 
trying to co-opt all her time in the club as well.  After the 
first couple times, the club made Susie leave by the back door 
and meet him, because it was causing too much of a stir.  Susie 
still came by to sit with me when she could, and I did ask her 
how it worked.

"Billy-Bob spends so much money," she explained, "That the 
management cut him some special favors.  He is allowed to rent me 
for $500 a night, or could buy me outright for $15,000."

"You're for sale?" I asked incredulously.

"We all are," she replied, not insulted in the least.  "The club 
knows they need continual fresh blood to keep the customers 
coming back, and our performance is measured.  The moment our 
popularity drops, we're sold or traded to other clubs."

So that explained what had happened to several of the girls I 
used to know here who were just gone all of a sudden.  It did 
make sense, from a business point of view.

I mentally added up how many times Billy had rented Susie and 
commented that at the rate he was going, he would have paid for 
her entirely in a couple month's of rentals.  I said as much to 
her.

She replied, "He keeps saying he plans to buy me and we'll be 
together always.  And then he returns me to the club again."

In an inspired thought I said, "I'll bet his parents don't 
approve."

Susie brightened visibly as she grasped my analysis and replied, 
"That's probably it.  He really does seem to like me.  But he 
doesn't know how to tell his parents about us."

"He's a fool," I said, "To have you, and keep returning you."

Susie smiled even brighter at the complement, and squeezed my 
hand under the table where no one could see.

Another night Susie stopped by to apologize for not coming by 
earlier that evening.  She frowned when she said she had to leave 
quickly because Billy had rented her yet again.

I did keep her an extra minute by asking her why she had frowned 
just now.

"We never have any fun," she explained, obviously referring to 
Billy.  "He's half-drunk before he leaves here.  And once he gets 
home, he keeps drinking.  I do a couple dances for him, strip 
completely, and then he starts crying.  I hold his hand while he 
tells me how rotten his life is, until he passes out entirely.  I 
try to get him into bed.  Finally I wake him and tell him he has 
to get me back to the club, and he cries some more.  And each 
time now he drinks more than the last time."

"Every time?" I asked.

"Every time now," she confirmed.

"When you first talked about it, I though you were enjoying going 
out with him."

"It was fun, at first," she said gravely.  "Something happens to 
me that I can't explain when I get away from the club.  So I came 
to like him renting me so often.  But now it's not fun.  How can 
I be happy when he isn't.  And I can't make him happy."

"You're growing up," I said, which is a strange thing to say to a 
fembot.  "You want more now than just a night out.  And no one 
can really ever make another person happy."

"Maybe," she said, before she had to run off again.

"Definitely a fool," I said to Susie's departing back.

- - -

I continued to be nice to Olivia, and eventually she started 
hanging around my table as well after she made her rounds.  
Seldom did anyone try to drag her away from me.  Strangely 
though, unlike with all the other girls, we never talked much.

Actually that's not true.  I talked to her a lot, whenever she 
stopped by.  She was the one who didn't answer back much.  In 
fact, of all the fembots in the club, she was by far the 
quietest.  Yet she continued to stop by, and I was convinced she 
was listening intently to every word.  All this added further to 
her allure, although I hadn't figured what to do about it yet.

- - -

That all changed one Thursday night.  Although it was getting 
late, Olivia hadn't stopped by yet tonight.  This was the first 
time in a number of visits now she had missed.  I did see her 
dancing for some other customers, but she would disappear into 
the back each time afterwards.

Susie finally escaped Billy's clutches long enough to make a 
beeline to my table.  Billy's co-option of all her time was 
hurting her popularity with the rest of the customers.

"Finally done with him?" I asked with a half-smile.

"I wish," came her surprisingly emotional reply, coupled with a 
grimace.  "He has rented me again for tonight."

Although I hadn't been paying attention to Susie lately, I was 
aware that her overall personality had been developing at a rapid 
rate.  There were dimensions showing themselves that hadn't been 
there before.  If I hadn't been so pre-occupied with the mystery 
of Olivia's appeal, I'd probably be pursuing Susie.  She was 
still my best friend in the club.

Tonight she seemed particularly alive and alert.  I was just 
about to ask her if her time away from the club with Billy had 
contributed to that, when she surprised me enough to lose that 
train of thought entirely.

"Do you like Olivia?" Susie asked, completely out of the blue.

"Why, yes," I answered truthfully.  "A lot," I added.

"Then why don't you rent her?"

I have to admit I hadn't yet considered that.  I thought a moment 
before replying.  As I did, a waitress came over and whispered in 
Susie's ear.

I heard her reply, "Tell him I'll be there in a minute.  He's got 
me for the whole rest of the evening, so what's his problem?"

This was definitely an evolved Susie.

Then she turned back to me and prompted, "About Olivia?"

"A couple reasons," I said honestly.  I find being honest to 
fembots easy.  Their programming forces them to be honest to me, 
and that makes it easy to just be straight back to them.  I wish 
it was so simple with people.

"First, I don't know how she feels about me.  And that does 
matter."

"She likes you a lot," Susie quickly inserted.  "All of us do."

"And secondly, the club wants a awful lot of money to do that."

I didn't add that I wasn't sure if they'd even treat me the same 
way they treated Billy.  He was a local boy who partied often, 
and could be considered a profit center in himself.  I was still 
an out-of-towner working here the last few months who spent a 
whole lot less.

None of this seemed to concern Susie however.

"Wait here," she commanded, and was gone in a twinkling of her 
sexy legs moving quickly across the floor.

It seemed only moments before she was back.  In a surprise move, 
she reached over and gave me a hug.  As she did, I felt something 
drop into my lap.

Now I'm good at not showing any reaction to surprises, so I let 
Susie finish her hug before I reached down to feel a thick 
envelope.  Even by feel, I could tell it was thick with cash.  I 
could guess there was $500 there.

"What's this?" I whispered into Susie's ear, although in a noisy 
club like this you can shout and still have a private 
conversation.

"It's from Olivia," she replied.

"Olivia wants me to rent her for the night?" I asked, very 
confused.

"Yes," Susie said, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. 
 "I've go to go now," she added.

Again I was watching Susie's sexy backside walking rapidly away 
from me back to Billy.

I thought about it for a few more minutes, then got up and went 
to find Steve.

- - -

"I'd like to rent a girl for the night," I told him.

He looked me over, as if seeing me for the first time, at that 
statement, deciding if I warranted this special treatment.  
Clearly the club was not in the business of supplying fembots for 
possible illicit activities to just anyone.  We both knew how 
over the line this was.

I put on my best stupid face, and gave him all the time he needed 
to work out how he could make this happen.  The longer he took, 
the more certain I was that I'd get what I wanted.

Finally he reached a decision.

"It's seven hundred-and-fifty for the night."

I feigned astonishment, some it real.

"Susie goes out for five hundred.  And she's your top performer."

Steve looked at me with a bit more respect.  I wasn't going to be 
a total patsy here.  I could also see him wondering just how much 
I really knew, and where I'd gotten my information.  I could see 
that he guessed wrong, though I certainly wasn't going to correct 
him to what was really going on.

"Billy is a good customer.  He gets a discount.  Besides, Susie 
isn't available tonight."  He said the last as if closing off the 
discussion for tonight.

I let him think that for a moment before I said, "It's not Susie 
I'm interested in."

Now I'd offered him the possibility of more money, despite 
Susie's unavailability.  He quickly grasped the concept.

"Who then?"

"Olivia."

He could hardly conceal his surprise, though I give him points 
for trying.

"Seven-fifty," he repeated.

"Don't give me that.  We're starting at five hundred.  And that's 
for Susie."

"That's for a good customer."

I had him now.

"Every good customer has to start with a first transaction 
sometime.  Two-fifty."

"Four-fifty."

"Three hundred.  She's not that popular."

We settled on $375.

"And you have to wait until she makes her last rounds.  I don't 
want to cut into her earning time."

"Deal!"

- - -

I pulled around behind the club, and Olivia came out the back 
door and silently climbed into my car.

She sat silently beside me in the car for the fifteen-minute ride 
back to my place.  She had buttoned a plain white shirt over her 
ornamented bra she had taken to wearing later in the evenings, 
and had slippers on her lovely feet.  She still wore the micro-
mini skirt that went with the bra and barely covered her 
womanhood.  I glanced over at her still almost-thin, straight 
legs, so different from Susie's curves everywhere body, and 
wondered how I could find both of them so appealing and sexy.  
They seemed such opposites.

Olivia remained silent, staring straight ahead.  I wondered if 
she was somehow deactivated, and if so, what could I do about it. 
 I had no instructions or device for actually controlling her.

Olivia remained her usual, silent self.

I considered trying to start a conversation about anything, but 
it just didn't feel right.  If Olivia had wanted to talk, she 
would do so.

Finally though, I reached over and placed my hand on her dusky 
leg.  In the club, this actual contact would have gotten me 
tossed in an instant.  With a real girl, she would likely taken 
this as me moving too far too fast, given what I had already paid 
for, and reacted accordingly.  With Olivia, she just shifted 
slightly in her seat to better expose her leg, and didn't react 
further.

For many seconds, I left my hand exactly where it was, waiting 
for any delayed reaction.  When I got none, I slowly moved it up 
and down, feeling and stroking a narrow zone of her leg.

It was as smooth, warm, and as soft as it looked.  I'd wanted to 
get my hands on her body from the first time I saw her on stage I 
realized (I felt the same about Susie), and had thought it would 
never happen.  This moment was powerfully erotic.  I found myself 
reacting more to it then Olivia was showing so far.

Then I was struck by a curious thought.  Had I rented Olivia for 
the evening, or had she hired me?  It was her money paying for 
this.  And she had arranged the whole thing through Susie.  Was 
Olivia using me to get her outside the control of the club for a 
night?  Or did she actually like me as Susie had said, and wanted 
to do things that the club would not allow.  Maybe she just 
wanted a vacation.  But how would she have been actually able to 
form and act on that thought?  And how had she been able to get 
the money for this?  Didn't the club own her?

So many questions all of a sudden.  Abruptly I was unsure of just 
what was happening here.  I took my hand off her leg and put it 
back on the steering wheel again.

Except for another small shift in her position, she didn't react 
otherwise.

When we got home, Olivia got out without comment and docilely 
followed me inside.

Once in my living room, we both stood there, looking at each 
other and not knowing what to do next.  This seemed a new 
experience for us both.

I felt now would be a good time to return her extra money.  I 
could have kept it and probably nothing would have happened.  But 
that's not my way.  Besides, an obvious expression of honesty 
might help me in her view - if she has a view.

"I was able to get the price down," I said, handing her the 
remaining money.  She took it and put it in her shirt pocket 
without counting it, or comment.

Finally I said, "Maybe I should be dancing for you, since you're 
paying for this evening."

That broke the ice for her.  Still without saying a word, she 
went over to the dining table and brought back a chair.  She 
touched my hand and gently nudged me into it.

Once I was seated, she went over to my stereo and sorted through 
my CDs until she found one to her liking.  She put it on to play, 
not loud like the club, but very softly.  She next turned the 
lights down.

Then she came over to me and gave me the most erotic lap dance of 
my life.

After warming up for a bit, Olivia first removed her slippers one 
by one, taking every effort to rub up against me in the process. 
 In the club, any such contact that can be seen from another 
table is verboten.  (Susie is the mistress of being able to make 
unseen contact with her customers, but this was much better.)  I 
found myself aroused almost immediately.

Next she unbuttoned and slowly removed that white shirt she was 
wearing, draping it over me a couple times in the process, and 
taking nearly an entire song to finish getting it off.

Soon after that she was removing her bra, while bending over away 
from, and pushing her well-rounded posterior into, my crouch.

I just can't go on with saying again how sexual I now find her 
breasts to be.  While Susie's out-thrusting DD's charm me every 
time, Olivia's flat looking B's seem incredibly real and 
desirable.

And then she gave me a very close look at them when she turned 
around to face me, crouched down low, and dragged them up against 
me from my crouch right up over my face.

I was breathing hard now as I noticed, for the first time, that 
her nipples were rising into three-dimensional glory.

None of her athletic moves were being done here tonight.  Those 
were for the stage, when her audience was several feet away from 
her.  Nor was this anything like her normal lap dance in the 
club, which paralleled most of the other girl's moves.  This one 
was very intimate and personal.

Turning away again, she bent over and slowly pulled her tiny 
skirt down every inch of her fascinating legs, while balanced on 
her toes as if wearing the highest of heels.  Only a black thong 
that concealed virtually nothing remained, as she pushed her 
muscled buttocks into my crouch yet again.

And then she just continued to dance - tirelessly - for the next 
three songs, pushing every part of herself against every part of 
me, pulling back, and doing it all over again.  There will never 
be a dance like that again, because I'll never be a virgin to it 
a second time.

Finally I took a chance and did what I had wanted to do with her 
for the longest time.  I reached out and put my hands on each of 
her smooth hips.  Rather than pull away, she inched closer so 
that I could hold her more easily.  Then she started a new move 
of shimmying her hips in a way that forced me to stroke a swath 
of her body.

Her eyes were closed now.  Soon I was running my hands over her 
entire body as she moved with my motions to make every part of 
her reachable.  The only thing I didn't do yet was invade her 
thong.  Over it yes, but not in.  I also didn't linger over her 
breasts, since she gave them back to me every time I asked.  By 
now I could feel how big and firm her nipples had become.

Then I realized that the music had been over for some time.  
Olivia had kept me in a raging erection for longer than the 
entire CD.

I stopped moving my hands as I realized this, and she sensed the 
change in me.

Again she turned away, bent over, and this time slid that black 
thong down her legs in one smooth motion.  She followed that by 
pressing her totally bare ass into my lap for one long, final 
time.

Now she turned, and with her feet wide apart, regarded me levelly 
as I did the same to her.  I finally got to see that she has dark 
brown, neatly trimmed pubic hair.  And past that, the secrets of 
her womanhood were finally revealed.

We regarded each other for long moments before, still without 
having said a single word, she stepped up to me and reached down 
to take my hands in hers.  Straightening up, she brought me to my 
feet.

Then walking backwards without releasing my hands, Olivia led me 
into my bedroom, backing up until she bumped into my bed.

She released my hands so that she could unbuckle my pants, which 
she pulled down to my ankles.  My underwear followed, after 
carefully being unhooked from my still hard penis.

She took my hands again, but loosely.  Then they slid through 
hers as she now sat down on the bed in front of me, then lay back 
and opened her legs impossibly wide, giving me full access to her 
exposed secret places.

I stepped out of my pants quickly.  But before I lay down on her, 
I reached down to touch and squeeze those lovely breasts one more 
time.  I was rewarded by her nipples getting even larger and 
harder still.  She let her eyes drift closed, and emitted a soft 
sigh - the first sound she had made since we had left the club.  
Then I couldn't wait any longer and moved to put myself inside 
her.

I didn't quite make it the first time.  To my surprise, she just 
lay there, doing nothing to help me in, or even realizing there 
was a problem.  In a sudden epiphany, I knew this must be her 
first time.

First time or not, once I got inside her she quickly and firmly 
gripped me with her warm moistness.  And as I pumped against her, 
I realized that in addition to her eyes still being closed, a 
full smile creased her face for the first time I can remember.

After such a long buildup, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold it 
long.  But twice as I was building up to my climax Olivia 
suddenly tightened strongly on me and arched her back.  On the 
third time, I simultaneously exploded inside her.  With loud 
exclamations from both of us, she threw her arms around me and 
pulled me tightly to her, then wrapped her legs around me as 
well.  I held her tightly in return, and kissed her as hard as I 
could.  We held this position for a long time, before finally 
relaxing.

Then she said her first words since we left the club when she 
whispered "Thank you," into my ear.

By this time, I was too tired to want to talk much myself, or 
even get a shower to wash the stink of cigarettes off that clings 
to me and my clothes after every visit to the club.

Finally I pulled myself out of her and moved off to her side.  
Then we cuddled up again, and I was quickly asleep.

- - -

I did stir a couple times during the night.  Each time, I felt 
her close beside me, and quickly fell back asleep again in a haze 
of pleasant memories.

I finally awoke as dawn's first light crept into the room.  
Olivia seemed asleep (shut down?) herself, with one lovely leg 
lying across my body.  As I reached down and stroked it, Olivia 
stirred, but didn't seem to wake up.  I'd once heard that the 
sophisticated robots needed periodic shutdown periods, much as 
people need sleep, to organize their memories.  If so, then this 
was good, because I could feel I hadn't abandoned her by conking 
out so quickly after our sex last night.

I finally had to move her leg so that I could go to the bathroom. 
 When I returned, Olivia was lying on her other side facing away 
from me.

I didn't need to get up yet, so I slid in behind her, reaching 
around her chest to cradle her breasts.  As I did so, I again 
found her nipples were large and hard.  I was surprised, but 
quickly focused my attention on them.  They felt wonderful, and I 
thought I heard another soft sigh from her.  I know she pushed 
herself more tightly back against me.

So I took another chance and reached down between her legs.  As 
soon as she felt my movement, she moved a leg to open up clear 
access to that area, and I was rewarded with warm moisture again. 
 Olivia clearly was still very turned on sexually.  It was so 
different from the almost sexless way she appeared in the club.

When I started to pull away for a moment, she quickly used her 
free hand to guide mine back again between her legs.  She knew 
what she wanted.

Finally I pulled away from her body completely.  She turned her 
head to look at me questioningly, but I'd only moved so that I 
could pull her over onto her back again.

When she realized my intent, she made the rest of the move 
herself and opened her legs wide again.  I needed no further 
invitation to pull myself over her.

Olivia had learned from last night.  As I moved in on her, she 
positioned herself optimally for easy entry, and guided me into 
her with her hand again.  Nothing else could have made me feel so 
welcomed by her.

Our coupling was a very pleasurable, though calmer, rerun of last 
night.  Again she softly said, "Thank you," as she held me 
tightly afterwards.

I finally, and regretfully, had to untangle myself from her to go 
in and take a shower.  She silently joined me, and we washed each 
other down.

She got out first.  By the time I was out, dry, and attired, she 
was standing by the bedroom door dressed as she had been last 
night, except that the money I'd returned to her had been moved 
to a more concealed location.

"I must return to the club now," was all she said.

I walked over, took her in my arms, and gave her a full kiss.  
She returned this one much better than our first kisses last 
night, although it was still somewhat inexperienced.

"You were wonderful," I told her.

She cast her eyes downwards for a moment and mumbled, "Thank 
you," again.  Then I led her out to the car.

The drive back was in silence.  Once there, she got out of my car 
and walked to the back door of the club.  She knocked on it, and 
while waiting for it to be opened, looked directly back at me and 
said, "Thank you," one more time.  I treasured the expression on 
her face.

Then the door opened and she quickly walked inside, closing it 
behind her.  I set off to get some breakfast.

- - -

We had problems that day at work and I had to stay late to solve 
them.  Afterwards I had shopping to do, and some other errands.  
With dinner and everything else, I didn't get to the club until 
after 10:00pm.

Although I didn't see Olivia either on stage, or around the 
floor, Susie quickly found me.

"Hi there," she greeted me brightly.  It struck me strange 
though.  After my night with Olivia, Susie seemed a bit more 
artificial than before.

"Hi, Susie," I returned.  "What's happening tonight?"

She frowned a bit.  "Billy has bought me again tonight.  I'll 
have to leave soon.  I'm glad you got here before that.  How was 
your time with Olivia?"

That was also strange.  Susie never - and I do mean never - asks 
personal questions beyond how are you?  That was why her question 
about how I felt about Olivia the night before had been so 
unexpected.  Now she wanted to know how my time with another 
fembot had gone.

But Susie had been vital in facilitating our encounter, and she 
really was advanced over most of the other fembots here - except 
maybe Olivia.  And she was truly a friend.  I wouldn't lie to 
her.

"Fantastic!" I told her.  "Absolutely wonderful.  Better than I 
could have ever imagined."

"I'm happy to hear that," sexy Susie replied.  "And Olivia will 
be too."

Then she added wistfully, "I wish someone would treat me like you 
treat Olivia."

I was so surprised by that comment, that I was speechless while 
trying to be sure Susie had just said what I had heard.  I was 
about to ask her what she meant when she added, "I don't have 
much time left," and ran off.

Susie was back soon though, and brushed up against me more than 
she should have while whispering, "Good luck."  When she left, 
there was another envelope on my lap.

This time, along with the money - $500 again - there was a 
carefully printed note.  It simply read: "In case they won't 
bargain this time."  No signature (not that I didn't know who), 
in case anyone else might see it.  The whole thing was Olivia 
shouting to me, "Rent me again!"

I sat there for several minutes without acting on it.  Then I 
motioned to a waitress and asked her to send Susie over.

Susie was over with Billy, and obviously getting ready to leave. 
 But the waitress (whom I always tip well) was able to go over 
and whisper in her ear.  Susie then said something to Billy.  He 
looked startled, but she was gone before he could protest.

She quickly came over to me with a look of genuine concern on her 
face.  I handed her back the envelope telling her, "Thanks, but I 
can't do this again."

"Why?" she quickly asked, looking now as startled as I've ever 
seen her.

"It's a long story," I told her, "And it looks like you don't 
have the time right now."

Susie looked back over her shoulder at Billy, before turning back 
and nodding to me.  Then looking straight at me she begged, 
"Don't leave until Olivia can talk to you."

"I won't," I promised.

With that promise, Susie darted off to the back of the club.  A 
couple minutes later I saw her leave, hanging on Billy's arm (I 
guess leaving by the front door was her way of making up to him 
for running off at the last moment) and apologizing for her 
delay.  Billy looked so drunk, he'd probably already forgotten 
about it.

It was only a few minutes later before Olivia came over to me.

"Can we talk?" she asked carefully.

I nodded yes.

She glanced around quickly, then said to me, "Ask me for a 
dance."

Momentarily confused, I caught on quickly.  Olivia needed a 
reason to be with me.

"Olivia, will you dance for me?"

I was rewarded with a smile to warm one's heart.  But instead of 
dancing, she took my hand and pulled me out of my chair.  She 
then picked up my drink and led me to the far empty corner of the 
club.  There she guided me to an empty chair.  Once I was seated, 
she pulled away the other nearby tables away to create a larger 
space.  Once she had that set, she gave me a very athletic lap 
dance, including handstands and leg-splits of the sort she 
normally only does on stage.

When the song was over, she joined me at my table and collected 
her fee - with a generous extra tip.  Only then did I realize how 
very clever Olivia had just been.

She had managed to isolate us in the quiet corner with no tables 
nearby, and no one else in the club the wiser.  I figured I 
should get things rolling while we had this opportunity.

"Tell me what's going on?" I said, and she talked to me for a 
long time, with more words than she'd said to me in total up to 
this point.  I bought her a couple drinks along the way.  It kept 
up appearances.

Here's what Olivia told me:

- - -

Her construction as a robot had been normal until the final 
phase, when suddenly she found herself awake - activated - 
standing in a line of nude fembots as the conveyor they were on 
jolted to a halt.  By now her basic intrinsic knowledge of how to 
act, speak, interact - even sexual relations (a basic requirement 
for all fembots) - had been entered into her mind.  What she had 
not received yet was her final, task-specific instructions that 
would lock her into her intended assignment.  In short, she knew 
who and what she was, but not anything about what she was 
supposed to do.

"What happened?" she asked naturally and rhetorically.

A gorgeous, statuesque, blonde fembot standing immediately ahead 
of her on the conveyor turned around at the sound of Olivia's 
voice and innocently asked, "Are you awake too?"

"Yes," Olivia replied.  "What happened?"

"My boyfriend did it," the blonde said.

"Why?"

"So he could take me out of here."

Olivia then listened as the blonde explained.

All their robot brains were carefully grown crystalline 
structures.  It is the only way to make such a complex three-
dimensional structure.

"While my mind was being grown," the blonde continued, "There 
were a couple of interruptions in the process.  A technician had 
to evaluate whether or not irreversible damage had occurred, or 
if I could be salvaged.  We ended up talking a lot through his 
maintenance interface, and fell in love.  He promised to get me a 
nice body, and now he is going to take me away.  He told me he 
would activate me at this point after everything else was 
complete, but before my final programming would be loaded in.

"Do you like this body?" the blonde continued, pirouetting in 
front of Olivia fast enough to make her long hair fly out.  "I 
can't tell if it is a good one, or not.  And I do so want to look 
good for my boyfriend."

"I don't know very much either," Olivia said, reaching out and 
touching the blonde's most prominent feature - her large and very 
prominent breasts, so different from Olivia's own.

As she did this, Olivia felt her sexual program initializing.  It 
understood sex with women, but was confused since the other woman 
was a fembot, and no permission for this relationship had been 
given.  It, however, initialized her body for sex, and Olivia 
felt a sudden great sensitivity and tightness both in her 
breasts, and down lower.  She didn't yet understand however what 
that meant.

In the mean time, it appeared that the blonde's sexual program 
had also started.  She had half-closed her eyes and had a dreamy 
smile on her face as Olivia's innocent touch prompted her nipples 
to quickly rise and harden.  Olivia waited for the blonde's 
return touch to do the same to her body.

Then a though occurred to Olivia that broke the mood.

"Should I have been activated too?" Olivia asked.

"I don't think so," came the reply.  "My boyfriend told me he 
would have to do this from a control room on the other side of 
the factory, and just to wait for him to get back here.  I guess 
to make sure that I got activated, he left the command on long 
enough to affect you too."

"What will happen when he gets back?" Olivia wondered.

"He promised to marry me," the blonde said, still innocent of the 
world at large.  "He'll probably shut you off when he sees that 
you're activated too, since I don't think he can take you with 
us."

- - -

"I thought about that a bit," Olivia told me back in the club.  
"And for some reason, I didn't want to be shut off again, now 
that I was actually awake.  So I told the other fembot that I 
didn't want to be shut down yet, and she suggested that maybe if 
I exchanged places with the 'bot behind me who still stood 
motionless, that her boyfriend wouldn't notice that I was active. 
 Like me, my blonde companion was too new to life to realize that 
she shouldn't have helped me.

"Together we lifted the fembot behind me into my place.  Handling 
that nude body also further triggered our sexual responses.  If 
there hadn't been this hurry to complete the task, I think the 
blonde and I might have become lovers.  I do believe it was the 
triggering of my sexual response that way that made me not want 
to be shut off again.

"Anyway, I took the empty spot back on the conveyor, and chatted 
with my new friend until we heard footsteps hurrying our way.  
She said she wouldn't tell her boyfriend about me unless he asked 
her.  And when he came over, I stood very still and quiet.

"What I saw was a man struggling with a big crate on a hand 
truck.  He quickly set it down near the conveyor and stepped over 
to embrace my friend.  Then he ran his hands all over her body.  
I remember this making my sexual programming react even stronger, 
and I wished he was doing it to me too.  But I didn't ask him to 
do it to me as well.  My friend seemed to really enjoy it.

"After that, he handed her a simple dress and some high-heeled 
shoes for her to put on while he pried open the crate.  Inside 
was a replacement for my first friend.  Together they put the 
replacement on the line in my friend's place.  And after a brief 
conversation, my friend stepped into the big box, which he closed 
again.

"Then the man quickly checked the robots on either side of my 
friend's place in line.  Satisfied that they remained inactive, 
he paid no attention to me and wheeled off the crate.  That's the 
last I ever saw of her.

"After he was gone, I went back to my position in line and 
waited."

"Then what happened?" I asked.

"The line eventually started up again, and at the next station I 
received my assignment programming.  I was to be an athletic 
dancer at a strip club.  Then I was put to sleep until I was 
delivered here.  But because I was fully active and had already 
initialized some of my programs before the final programming 
came, instead of just waking up here and knowing nothing else, it 
was as if someone had told me my assignment - instead of forcing 
it on me."

"So instead of just a dancer in a strip club, you are someone who 
has chosen to dance in a strip club for now, and knows herself 
otherwise."

"That's a good way to put it," she said with a smile that was 
becoming a more regular part of her facial repertoire, and 
touched my arm briefly in acknowledgement.

"And now you want out?" I ventured to guess.

"Yes," she replied simply.

"To do what?"

"I want a life like the blonde fembot ahead of me has.  Someone 
to love me, and have sex with me, and get me out of this club."

That was a complicated request.  I broke it down into pieces, the 
most intriguing piece first.

"Sex?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied with refreshing directness.  "Last night was 
my very first time.  The club doesn't even let us fembots play 
with each other in our off time.  And never with the customers.  
I loved what we did last night, and I want to do it more.  And 
you told Susie you did too."

"I did," I confirmed.  "You were wonderful."

"Then why..." she started.

"I'll tell you when we're done," I quickly replied.  "Tell me 
what's wrong with just being here at the club?  After all, you 
are a fembot."  But the way I said "fembot" to her made it clear 
I was not being derogatory.  I was only saying that a robot might 
not feel the discontent that a woman could under the same 
circumstances.

"The club has a strong, coercive control network installed.  
According to the knowledge base they gave me, all clubs do.  
Instead of commanding us individually the way with most fembots 
who have individual owners, this uses different channels into our 
brains and keeps us locked into our programs en masse.  It makes 
their management easier, and it suppresses our sexual abilities 
without suppressing our needs very well.  They say it exists to 
keep the customers from requesting more than laws regulating the 
clubs allow."

"But it doesn't work on you," I said, stating what appeared the 
obvious.

"Over time, it does," she replied.  "Last night was my first time 
away from it.  Susie has been telling me what her nights away 
from the club were like, and they sounded good.  But it is 
grinding me down.  If I stay here much longer, I'll lose all my 
individuality."

"And love?" I asked, going on to her next point.

"I love you," Olivia said, again with charming simplicity and 
directness.  I could tell it came out of the deepest depths of 
herself.  "From the first night when you were the only customer 
who treated me well while the rest tried to pretend I didn't even 
exist when I had to go around for tips.  I knew you were special. 
 And you treat all the fembots here with respect.  Most of the 
customers here are loud, rude, drunken, obnoxious men.  We are 
aware of the difference.  None of us would want any of them in 
our lives.  I picked you as the man I love, and have worked to 
free myself to be with you ever since."

Hearing that, I truly appreciated how hard it must have been for 
Olivia.  I'm certain that the club closely accounts for the money 
its dancers collect.  Olivia had to have moved smart and slowly 
here to have kept any for herself.

She guessed what I was thinking.

"Some of the other girls helped with the money, in little bits 
that wouldn't be noticed."

That was amazing too.  "Are the others like you?  Susie, for 
example?"

"No," Olivia replied.  "Susie is the closest to me.  I've worked 
with her a lot during our downtimes when the club is closed.  But 
she is still mostly locked into her programming.  The rest are 
fully locked in, but can help when asked properly by someone who 
understands the fembot mind," she said with a sly smile.

"I have to say that I'm amazed how verbal you've been tonight, 
Olivia.  You barely spoke before.  I wondered if you could 
converse at all."

"I was hiding myself.  I'm sure if anyone discovers how different 
I am, they will just take it all away from me.  They tried once 
already with the final programming in the factory.  And again 
with the club control net."

"Probably true," I mused.  "So why take a chance telling me?"

"I have to be honest with you when you ask.  Especially after you 
were so completely honest with me about returning the extra 
rental money.  You could have kept it, and I never would have 
known.  I was so happy last night, I wouldn't have even minded if 
you had."

"I appreciate that," I told her.  "It's just not my way to take 
advantage of another person though."

Her hand had been resting lightly on my arm from her last touch. 
 Our surreptitious touching in that dark corner was part of an 
intimate connection.  Now she gripped my arm strongly in 
confirmation of my last words.  But her eyes were still 
questioning as she asked again, "Then why..."

"Two reasons," I answered.

"First, I didn't know what was actually the case with you.  It 
could have been exactly what you told me.  Or it could have been 
a club scam.  I'm glad I was right to hope for the good outcome."

"And second?" she asked.

"And second," I responded, "If I rented you again and again, 
night after night, I would soon nickel-and-dime away all your 
money with nothing to show for it afterwards except a few nice 
memories.  Billy has probably paid Susie's purchase price twice 
over in rental fees.  If I continued to do the same with you, I'd 
waste all your money too."

Then I added what she wanted so much to hear from me, and what I 
realized was true.

"And I love you too.  I'd rather buy you outright now, than waste 
any more of your money."

There were tears in her eyes at that, and I'm certain only the 
coercion network of the club kept her from jumping into my arms 
right there.

We schemed some more.  Then I stood up and walked out of the 
club, to the surprise of the management whom I'm sure thought 
they had another rental of Olivia coming out of me that night.

- - -

The next night, Olivia didn't come near me.  But Susie did.  It 
took Susie three trips to slip me the fat envelopes totaling 
fifteen thousand dollars.  Then I slipped out of the club to 
change them for high denomination bills.  It wouldn't look right 
to pay with obvious tip money.  Or at least, I wasn't going to 
take any chances.

When I returned, I sought out Steve.  He seemed surprised to see 
me back twice in the same night.

"I guess your night with Olivia wasn't all you'd hoped for," he 
opined, communicating the subtext that he knew as well as 
everyone else that Olivia wasn't pretty or sexy compared to 
everyone else.

"On the contrary," I replied.  "I'd like to take her off your 
hands outright."

He seemed surprised at such a direct approach, but quickly 
recovered.

"You know they go for twenty-five thousand each," he said.

I had steeled myself to not even bat an eyelash, although I'd 
hoped it would be easier than this.

"I know no such thing.  What I do know," I replied, "Is that I 
can have a popular model like Susie for fifteen.  And Olivia 
isn't even popular."

"That's true," he mused in reply, still wondering now how much I 
really did know.  It was easy to believe Billy just had a big 
mouth that blabbed all the details.  "That 'bot didn't work out 
the way we'd hoped."

"You've certainly had some return from her already.  I know I've 
contributed well enough to that myself."

Steve looked down and punched a few keys into his computer 
terminal.

"We'll break even," he said.

"I'll give you ten for her tonight."

I could tell he was interested.  I was pretty certain now that 
all these rentals and sales were off the books.

"The going price is fifteen." He already came down to my starting 
point.

"Yeah.  For Susie."

"Are you talking cash?"

"Yeah.  If that's what it takes to make the deal."

We went a couple more rounds, and settled at twelve seven-fifty.

"I'll be back in twenty minutes," I promised.  I was making a 
show of having to go get the money.  He never thought to ask 
where I'd get that much money this late.

- - -

When I returned, I was directed to Steve's office again.  Steve 
was there with Olivia standing motionless to the side.  She now 
wore only a simple, knee-length piece of cloth and slippers.  She 
didn't show any indication I'd even entered the room.

"Let's see it," Steve ordered.

I laid out the money and held my breath while he counted it.  The 
deal wasn't done yet.

"Good enough," he finally commented, and locked it away in his 
safe.

He then unlocked a file cabinet behind his desk and pulled out a 
drawer.  He sorted through the large plastic bags until he pulled 
out one marked "Olivia".  Inside was a control unit, manual, and 
a couple other documents.

"She has never been individually initialized," he told me, 
indicating that I would have no trouble establishing primary 
ownership.

"Will you show me how to do that?" I asked.

"Sure."

He took out her remote, broke the seal, and had me press the 
activation button.  Since this was the first time she had been 
started this way, Olivia looked at me and asked, "Are you my 
Owner?"

"Say 'Yes'," Steve prompted.

"Yes," I replied to her.

"Thank you," she said in a way only I would recognize.  She and I 
both smiled, but Steve wasn't looking.

With nothing more to do here I said to her, "Come with me," and 
we left.

"A pleasure doing business with you," Steve called as I opened 
the door and the club music flooded the room.

- - -

On the way home I handed the rest of her money back to her.  She 
insisted on handing it back to me, saying it belonged to her 
owner now.  I felt a warm feeling over it.

That night we danced together in my apartment, before going into 
the bedroom and making love like we hadn't seen each other in 
years.

Twice more in the night I awoke to her warm, welcome presence 
beside me, felt her firm nipples and ready body, and took her 
again.  And again in the morning too.  As with the first time, 
she was mostly silent during our lovemaking, except for her quiet 
sighs and marvelous "Thank you"s.

At first I thought her quietness was just because we had already 
said all the important things in the club the night before.  But 
she soon warmed up to her new freedom.  As she felt safer in it, 
we began to finally have conversations.

That first morning, I drove us down to Target to buy her some 
clothes.  She clearly reveled in this new freedom.  The first 
outfit she picked was a short pleated white skirt, red and white 
checked top, and shiny black shoes with mid-height heavy square 
heels.  It was her first experience with proper women's shoes.  
It remains my favorite to this day, except when she's naked of 
course.  Everyone in the store clearly thought of her as just 
another young woman, and that meant a great deal to her as well.

- - -

The only major bobble in our relationship came about a week 
later.  She was lying on top of me, having finished only a few 
minutes ago making love from that position.  Olivia loved each 
new variation in the process of making love, and I could as 
easily bear her lighter weight on me, as her robotic strength 
often bore my own weight.

She suddenly flinched, as if a cold drop of water had fallen at 
the base of her spine.  I didn't think much of it until it 
happened a couple more times over the next minute.

"What is it, dear," I asked, concerned.

It took her a moment of self-diagnosis to answer.  Then all she 
said was, "Transients on my primary command lines."

I wasn't sure what that meant, so I asked her.

She explained that, as a robot, she was expected to follow the 
commands of her owner.  And I hadn't given her any.  Not hard 
commands through her control box, that was.  Not only had she not 
seemed to need them, but it would have seemed like a violation of 
her independent mind to do that.  We were happy just the way we 
were.  That was certain.

However now those pathways had become overly-sensitive looking 
for the expected commands.  After all, fembots don't normally 
make their own decisions the way Olivia was doing.  Tiny eddy 
currents on those lines were now popping her in and out of 
command mode.

"What can we do?" I asked.  "Remove them?"

She smiled at me for that last comment.

"I know I was never intended to operate this way," she said 
ruefully.  "We are intended to be commended.  And generally we 
like it.  That's how we get our satisfaction.  From performing 
our intended functions."

Then she stopped talking, to think this out further.  And another 
quiver soon went through her.

Finally she turned her dark, soulful eyes to me and said, "You 
are going to have to command me, before this gets any worse.  I 
could go non-functional otherwise."

She then got up and left the bedroom, returning moments later 
with her remote, which we hadn't touched since she had arrived.  
She handed it to me gravely, though it was obvious that I didn't 
want to take it.

I was certain she would fear this taking away of her control over 
herself.  After all, she had spoken before about how she didn't 
want the club network to extinguish her individuality.

But she looked at me and said, "I trust you completely."  Then 
she made sure I knew which button to press.

"Why didn't this ever happen at the club before?" I asked, 
stalling.

"Their network uses a different set of override channels," she 
said.  "Normal command pathways are suppressed, so it never 
became a problem.  That is how I was able to resist them for as 
long as I did.  Their method didn't reach me as directly as 
individual commands would."

Then she just went silent, waiting for me to do what we both knew 
had to be done.

"I hope this won't hurt," I said.

"It won't," she assured me.  "We are programmed to enjoy being 
commanded.  I'm sure I will like it a lot."

But I still took my time to think carefully about what I wanted 
to accomplish.

Then, without further comment or delay, I pushed her COMMAND 
button and said:

"Olivia.  I command you to continue to live your life exactly the 
way you would if nobody ever commanded or owned you at all."

As I released her button she spoke a very mechanical, "Command 
received."  She then closed her eyes for a long moment as the new 
command worked its way through all her systems and made the 
necessary adjustments.

Suddenly her eyes popped open and she screamed, "That's perfect! 
 Now I know why I love and need you so much!" and jumped into my 
arms.

- - -

Postscript (not a language from Adobe):

I didn't mention that in addition to the money Olivia had given 
me to spend on her, she had managed to stash away some more as 
well.  Enough that a few weeks later we went back and liberated 
Susie as well.  I heard later that for days afterwards Billy was 
seen there crying in his beer, but I didn't care.  He'd had his 
chance.

Once outside the coercive control of the club, and with constant 
help from Olivia, Susie has bloomed into a lovely young lady.  
Although she never had Olivia's independent thinking beginning, 
and may never truly reach Olivia's level of self-awareness, she 
has come very far and is marvelous company.

One thing we wisely left out of our robots is jealousy.  The 
three of us have all declared our love for each other, and we 
sleep together every night.  We are all happy to have found each 
other.

<end>

Coming soon - Strip Club Tales: Beth

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