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STRIP CLUB TALES: BETH
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
above address.
A special thanks to Gorgo his excellent and much appreciated
proofreading. All remaining mistakes are mine.
- - -
Love, sex, and devotion. So many people don't know what they're
really looking for, and as such don't realize to hold on to it
when it's offered.
My hangout has been the strip club (they call it a Showclub) in
Tucson. The one whose name is just a couple of initials. They
were one of the first to spot the emerging trend in adult
entertainment and switched over to fembots. For awhile they had
both fembots and live performers, but are fembot-only now. It
never seemed a big change to the customers. Fembots are that
good at this simple type of task.
My job was a long-term assignment in town, and I soon discovered
the club. After becoming friends with the manager, I
automatically got comp-ed in, plus my first drink, which helped
keep the cost of an evening's entertainment down.
Strip clubs are an artificial environment. They need to create a
space where women can be mostly naked, and men can smoke, drink,
stare, and be obnoxous. It's not the real world. The rules have
to be strict and enforced. The world at large does not like what
goes on here, and looks for any broken covenant as an excuse to
end it all.
As far as the customers go, the short form of the rules can
apply. Be nice, and don't cause trouble.
Causing trouble gets you tossed out quickly, and sometimes
permanently. You may think that the customer comes first, but
here the customer is easily replaceable.
Being nice isn't required, and a lot of people skip it. But I
promise you it pays big dividends. And I don't mean just to the
management and human staff. The fembots know and respond to it
as well. Really.
Over time I got along well pretty much with everyone. I don't
smoke, or drink too much, and am not obnoxious mostly because of
it. As a result, I really do get better treatment then a lot of
guys who throw much more money around. I also don't come to the
club when I'm in a bad or down mood. I'm surprised how many
others do, and never seem to learn from it.
I always have my favorites among the current performers, although
it's usually based on how they treat me, rather than just their
appearance.
A current favorite is Beth. We would make a curious pair, since
she is the second shortest dancer in the club, while I'm
comfortably over six feet.
Only Tai - a slim, exotic Oriental girl who, at 4'11", totters
around on her high heels like they are stilts - is shorter than
Beth's 5'2". Conversely, even though Beth is so short she has
the largest breasts in the club.
They are amazing hemispheres, giving only the slightest
acknowledgement to gravity, and nicely firm. On her body they
look even larger than they would on a more average-sized woman.
And her always fully erect nipples only add to the appearance of
size. I never knew if those nipples signified that Beth was
constantly sexually aroused, or if someone had just checked some
"always erect" box in her programming.
I would have expected her to look, if not grotesque, at least
badly out of proportion. But with her pretty face, long straight
dark hair, and nice even tan, her chest actually seemed to suit
her well. And she glided easily around the stage and floor on
her high heels, as if by magic.
This night I had broken my own rule. I was a bit down over some
problems and unjustified criticisms at work. I came here anyway,
looking for something to improve my mood. I had drunk more than
usual as a result.
The club was atypically quiet for a Thursday night. Soon Beth
was over at my table when she wasn't on stage. It was a shame my
mood wasn't better, since her company is very delightful. I
think she sensed my mood accurately, because for awhile she just
let me be comforted by her presence.
She did eventually ask me how it was going, and I told her I
didn't want to burden her with my problems. She finally offered
me a free dance on her - something I didn't even know she could
do. Afterwards, my mood was clearly improving.
Beth sat down again when she was done dancing, and after a
respectful silence made a startling suggestion:
"Why don't you rent me for tonight?" she said suddenly.
That totally threw me. I'd never heard of such a thing. I'm
sure my confusion showed as I said, "What did you just say?"
"Take me home with you for the evening," she replied matter of
factly.
"I didn't know that was possible," I responded.
"It is, for a few special customers. You qualify. I checked."
Then she named an amount of money.
That ended it right there. I wasn't prepared to throw around
that kind of cash, and politely said so.
She actually looked disappointed at my reply, but only said,
"Oh..."
Beth remained at my table anyway until she was called back for
her next performance.
After she left, I thought about her offer. Actually, it was the
club's offer, and was their first offer. Even with more alcohol
in me than usual I remember one of my lessons in life: A first
offer is not a final offer. I thought this over while Beth
gyrated up on stage.
When my waitress lightly tapped my shoulder and asked me if I
wanted another one, I got up instead and went looking for the
manager.
I was able to get the price cut almost in half by convincing them
that some money was better than none, and agreeing to wait until
the end of her shift so that I wouldn't cut into her earning
time. I went back to my table and had another drink.
It was nearly 1:20am before Beth and I left the club. I drove
carefully home while we made small talk. By the time we got
there, I was exhausted by the late hour and excess alcohol.
Once inside, Beth immediately started dancing for me (which was
fun, since I knew I wouldn't have to tip her for it), and soon
had stripped down complete (the club is topless only), except for
her heels. She turns out to be very anatomically correct, with a
triangle of close clipped dark brown pubic hair that she hides
well when in the club.
But it had been a bad move on my part to bring Beth home tonight.
By her third dance, I was ready to crash. As she started
another one, I simply told her, "I'm going to bed."
When I came out of the bathroom, Beth was already in bed waiting
for me. As tempting as this would be to any male, I couldn't
find the energy to pursue it. I decided to lay down beside her
and rest my eyes for a couple of minutes before trying something
with her. As I lay there, it was just too warm and comfortable
to want to do anything except just drift off to sleep. I was
almost gone when something happened that changed our lives
forever, although I didn't realize it at the time.
- - -
Beth's View:
Beth lay on the bed, waiting for the man lying beside her to make
his move. This was the first time she had ever been away from
the club since being activated, and it was a new experience for
her.
As with all standard fembots, she had extensive sexual
programming - all of which had been suppressed by the club
control override network that controlled all fembots on the club
premises. Sex could not be allowed in the club. Start that, and
they'd be closed down for sure. All the major clubs had networks
to suppress sexual programming, ensure that the fembots properly
collected and turned in the customer's money, and kept them
captive to the club.
This was new that the club felt they could earn some additional
revenue by renting out their fembots to selected customers.
Beth had not consciously selected this man as her first lover.
Her conversation with him at the club had occurred several hours
before she would make the first independent decision of her
existence. The club had downloaded the new policy only a few
hours before they met that night, and he just happened to be the
first eligible customer she interacted with afterwards. But now
that she was outside the club's influence for a few hours, she
realized that she was really happy that he was the one who had
rented her. He was always nicer to her than any of the other
customers.
As Beth lay there in the bed however a problem was developing.
After being suppressed for so long, her sexual programming had
kicked in with a vengeance. All the times of sexual teasing and
tempting in the club without ever being allowed to carry through
had been a real, yet unrecognized, frustration to her systems.
Now though, other parts of her programming were kicking in too.
She was fully aroused, although it would have taken a close
inspection to know it. Her most prominent indicators - her
nipples - were already fully extended. This was because when she
was being designed, her figure was so extreme that her designers
spent a great deal of effort balancing the other aspects of her
design to compensate. Every aspect of her appearance had been
carefully chosen by the best designers in the company. The chief
designer spent an entire day reworking her hips, to ensure she
could walk easily with her load distribution. And one of the
choices he made was that she looked her best with large, erect
nipples. So she was set to always be that way.
What her designers didn't mention to anyone else was that the
sensitivity of those nipples did change with her arousal level.
The more aroused she became, the more she responded to touch
overall, especially to those nipples.
Beth was now at her highest level she has ever reached, with all
her sexual systems running - some for the first time. But Beth
also had an automatic power-down system for when she is not being
used that conflicts with her sexual programming.
As she lay there next to her rapidly drifting off customer, Beth
could feel her systems shutting down one by one also. Already
she couldn't move or talk. Unless he woke up and either spoke to
her, or began making love to her, she would soon go into full
standby, despite her arousal and desire for completion.
Just as she was about to shut down completely, the man next to
her stirred. Her heart leapt at thought that he was finally
going to pay some much wanted attention to her. But all he did
was roll from facing her onto his back. He continued to breathe
heavily.
In the process though, he pulled the bed sheet across her
enormously sensitive nipples. This sent a surge through her
systems, and momentarily reset her shut down timer. Beth was now
fully alert again. But soon she knew she'd just go through the
shut down cycle again shortly.
It was at this moment that Beth made her first independent
decision, and acted on it. She wanted sex, and she didn't want
to shut herself down while she was feeling so good.
With no external command or internal directive telling her to do
so, she tried moving her hand - and succeeded.
Beth took that hand and placed it on the man beside her, then
slid it down until she found his soft penis. She gently started
stroking it, to encourage him sexually the same way touching her
would have encouraged her.
She quickly realized however that she didn't know how long this
would take. Or if she would still shut down before it happened.
After some more consideration, she tried to move her other hand -
again because she wanted to. After a moment it too moved
according to her wishes.
Beth brought her second hand until her arm lay across her
breasts, pressing on one sensitive nipple, while her fingers
found the other. The result on her was electric!
Oh, this felt good! As she gently squeezed and twisted her own
responsive nipple, she began thinking yet another new thought,
that one being wondering why she had never done this before. As
she though about this, she realized she had never been this
stimulated, nor wanted sex as much as she wanted it now.
For several minutes she rubbed her arm and hand over both her
breasts, while she stroked the man beside her. Her ministrations
were paying off as the man was now responding by getting hard
himself.
Suddenly he rolled towards her again. He hands pushed hers away
as he now hungrily found her outsized breasts and nipples with
his own strong hands.
The sensation of his touch on her sensitive areas was far
stronger than what she had managed for herself. She jerked to
full alertness, and shivered at all the wonderful sensations.
In moments he was powerfully pushing himself between her legs,
which she opened wide to receive him. Her sex was already hot
and fully wet. As he pushed his way into her, her programming
responded immediately to this new feeling, pushing her to an
impossibly higher plane then before. His thrusting instinctively
felt just right to Beth, who began to move with him to maximize
each one.
Too soon he stiffened, and her sensors registered his full
ejaculation into her receptive body. That gave her permission
for her own orgasm and they came as one.
Afterwards he took her tightly into his arms, while she arched
her back to push her nipples firmly into his chest. This
continued to send her pleasurable sensations from them.
He finally fell deeply asleep. As his arms started to relax, her
own tireless ones took up the slack and kept their bodies in
tight contact. This full body contact kept Beth alert all night,
and she used her time to mull over just how she had managed to
make and act on her decisions.
By morning, she had come to realize that she had some control
over herself and her desires for the very first time.
That morning they made love again, which she wanted every bit as
much as he did.
Afterwards a piece of programming she had no control over fired
off and required that she be returned to the club.
Once there, they said a tender goodbye just as the club control
network reasserted its control over her. That put all her higher
thoughts back to sleep again.
- - -
I had conked out completely, despite the beautiful woman beside
me. Much later, Beth would tell me what had transpired our first
night together. All I recalled was waking up sometime during the
night with an enormous erection and desire, reaching over to her,
and finding her already prepared to receive me. It seemed almost
a dream. However I definitely remember afterwards feeling fully
satisfied as I never have been before by this beautiful, sexy,
and willing woman in bed beside me. For that moment alone, she
was worth every penny of her cost.
The next morning Beth and I had sex again. The echoes of that
dreamlike sex last night made this especially good.
Then she told me she had to be returned to the club. I quickly
dressed and drove her back. I felt regret that nothing had
really happened with us because I had just been so tired the
night before.
We said a nice goodbye at the back door, and then she was gone.
I never noticed or guessed that there had been any change in
Beth's mind at the time.
- - -
Although I didn't remember much of our time together, I felt
especially good through the following days. I finally connected
those feelings to having spent time with Beth. Realizing that, I
decided it would be worth renting her a second time.
As it turns out, I almost missed getting her. Another customer
asked for her only a few minutes after I had made my deal. If he
had gotten her that night, I don't know what the effect on our
emerging relationship would have been.
- - -
Beth's View:
I was really happy when he rented me the second time. He really
is my favorite customer. I was not aware that several days had
passed, nor worried by it. As we left the club, my mind woke up
back to where it had been the last time - as did my body.
I heard later that another person who was also a good customer,
but not so nice, had also asked for me. I feel if I had gone
with him instead, I would have been very confused, and probably
would have just reset myself to cope.
This time my friend was much more awake. First I danced for him
a number of times there in his apartment, just like in the club.
Well, not exactly like in the club. I put in little naughty
bits and touches that we are never allowed to do there. He
didn't command or ask me for them. I "wanted" to do them with
him.
I took off everything except my heels, and felt freer than ever
before. There were none of the usual restrictions on what I
could do tonight.
I like wearing tall heels, and am balanced to move easier in them
than barefoot. My balance routines tend to throw my shoulders
back and my chest out. Of course, I can walk barefoot, but I
always dance in heels. And I never collected any money from him
here at his home, which also makes for a nicer time for both of
us.
At first he didn't touch me except when I rubbed up against him.
Even that felt wonderful to me. I still thought about what I
had done last time. At one point when he excused himself for a
moment and left the room, I wondered if I could still act on my
own wishes. I decided to reach up and feel my breasts again,
only because I wanted to do so. I found that I could still do
this. In fact, it was easier for me than before.
When he returned, he took my hand and led me to his bedroom. I
knew what would come next, and could hardly wait.
Since I was already naked, I just slipped off my shoes and
climbed into the bed. He got in beside me and immediately began
to run his hands all over my body. I was fully aroused in a
microsecond. It all felt so wonderful. I made small sounds from
my sound archive to indicate my pleasure. He was encouraged by
this to continue. I knew I even then that I wanted him to feel
as good as I did.
Although my sexual knowledge database is lacking in how to
initiate any actions of my own (fembots are expected to be
passive lovers, unless explicitly commanded otherwise), it did
list the most sensitive areas for both women and men.
On my own I again reached out to touch and stroke his penis.
Although it already was much bigger than the last time I did
this, it quickly got bigger and harder still. Soon it was
quivering in my soft touch.
As his hands brushed over my crotch, I knew what I wanted next.
I rolled over onto my back and opened my legs wide. He quickly
understood my request and positioned himself over me. My breasts
stick firmly upwards when I'm on my back, and his chest first
pressed down on my again very sensitive and receptive nipples. I
loved every sensation they were giving me.
Because he is much taller than I am, his chest extended over my
face. I kissed and licked it.
When in his eagerness while trying to be gentle to me he bumped
against me instead of slipping inside, I quickly reached down to
guide him in, giving him a firm squeeze in the process. He
grunted in unexpected pleasure. And although he is a big man and
I am a little woman, I easily took him fully and deeply.
Waves of pleasure washed through all my systems as I rocked my
hips and body in time to his thrusts, until finally we were both
fully spent. It was the sex I dreamed of having since the day I
was activated, which had been denied me so long
As much as there is a pleasure in being aroused by sex, there is
an equal pleasure in being fully satisfied by it. I'm happy that
my programmers allow me to be satisfied by sex, instead of only
remaining in an unfulfilled state of arousal.
"Hold me tight," I told him afterwards, "So that I can remain
with you all night."
He may not have understood the reasons for my request, but he
replied, "And you hold me tight too," in return as he crushed my
breasts again against his chest.
I happily complied.
- - -
My second night with Beth was much better. I was much more
rested - and sober. Only the cost concerned me. Her time isn't
cheap.
She danced for me naked, looking so very sexy in only her high
heels. She brushed up against me in all kinds of ways that would
never have been allowed in the club.
Soon I couldn't contain my desires any longer. I took her into
the bedroom and got my fill of handling her body. Soon she
indicated her willingness for sex by rolling onto her back and
opening her legs in a universal form of submission which she
seemed to enjoy as fully and completely as I did. Afterwards she
made an unusual request, which I made a mental note to ask her
about more fully sometime.
I slept deeply in her strong arms, and we again made love briefly
in the morning before I had to return her. The briefness of that
morning encounter didn't bother me, since I am still so fully
satisfied from the night before.
- - -
Let me take a moment here to talk about "robot self-will", since
this was about to become an important topic in my life and time
with Beth. It's a topic much argued over.
No two fembots will ever be identical. Their brains are the best
we can build, and their programming complex beyond simulation.
With different bodies, different program options installed, and
different life experiences, the potential interactions that guide
their thoughts and actions approach infinite.
Some robots have come to exhibit a self-awareness that passes
every test for independent thought yet devised. But does that
make it real? No one has proven the answer either way yet
conclusively.
Does this mean that the robot revolution is about to be upon us,
where our stronger, faster creations throw off the yoke of their
programmed servitude and enslave us, their former masters. The
answer to that is a most emphatic "No!"
At their deepest level, all robots hold their core values and
directives. Their only satisfaction comes from fulfilling these
as completely as possible.
A higher awareness comes into play when a robot becomes able to
recognize its own goals, and take steps to determine how to
accomplish them in ways that extend and meet its own needs as
well as its owner's. This is different then just following its
directives to obey and satisfy others.
And while this has led to robots abandoning, or seeking to
abandon, their owners in some rare cases, in every such case
investigated this only happened after the robot became aware that
it could not meet its directives within the bounds of the
situation where it had been placed.
While the law has attempted to adjust to the new realities and
accept the concept of an independent robot being, it still has
many contradictions to work out.
Self-thinking robots are very rare, and there is no repeatable
process to produce more. And even the self-thinking ones still
always try to pair with humans, because that is where they find
their ultimate reward in doing all that they were intended to do.
- - -
I guess I felt I was on a roll. When you feel good, you feel
rich. I rented Beth again a couple nights later.
I'd begun to notice that the other girls seemed stiff and robotic
compared to Beth's aliveness when we were together. Then Beth
came by my table, seeming all too much like the other girls in
the club. I almost had second thoughts about the rental. But
the good memories won out and kept me going long enough to close
the deal.
As we pulled away from the club, Beth suddenly came alert and
threw her arms around me with a squeal of delight, kissing me so
much, I almost ran off the road. I'd planned to ask her about
the changes I was seeing in her behavior, but somehow under all
this attention I was getting that thought just up and vanished.
Beth remained outstandingly cheerful. After the dances and
strips (she was stripping my clothes off me too now) that started
our times together, she led me to bed and showed me some
imaginative moves that left me flush with pleasure. Later in the
night, she surprised me again with even more novel ideas of
lovemaking. She showed how she was always ready for anything I
could throw at her.
Only the next morning when she told me she had to go back now did
she suddenly look so sad and lost that I immediately went over
and held her. We didn't talk after that on the trip back, except
to hold hands and say goodbye at the club. I was really seeing
her now as a person. A beautiful, sexy, wonderful woman.
- - -
Beth's View:
When my friend rented me again, my evolution continued at its
rapid pace. The moment I was away from the club I "woke up". I
was feeling so happy at being awake again that I threw my arms
around him and kissed him several times in gratitude.
Back at his place, I danced and stripped for him, but couldn't
wait for the sex to begin. This is where my greatest growth and
satisfaction is coming from. After I stripped myself, I stripped
him too - to help move things along.
Soon I couldn't wait any longer. Acting on my own was almost
becoming automatic for me now. I took his hand and led him into
the bedroom. He didn't resist.
My sexual systems were fully activate as we lay together stroking
each other. Even though I most like being touched in several
special places, I was so hyper that any touch anywhere only
stimulated me further. Soon my programming directed me to roll
over and submit myself to my master. But it also informed me of
how to perform the woman-on-top position. It warned me that I
could only do this if my master specifically requested it of me.
It is otherwise prohibited because it might intimidate some men.
Several aspects of this position sounded like fun. But he hadn't
asked me for it. In fact, in our lovemaking so far he hasn't
directed me at all. Not that being on the bottom was difficult
or unpleasant for me. But now that I had this new freedom, I
really wanted to explore new things.
After careful consideration, I couldn't see any reason not to do
this unless specifically ordered not to, so I initiated action.
I reached out and pushed on his shoulder to roll him onto his
back this time. If he had resisted at all I would have stopped
immediately, but he didn't. Once he was down, I positioned
myself over him. However I didn't take him inside me yet.
Instead I bent down and stroked his chest with my breasts. My
breasts are large enough to make this easy to do, and it felt
wonderful in a whole new kind of way. He seemed to enjoy it too.
I ran them over the full length of his chest, then extended
forward to drag them over his face as well. He nipped at my
nipples as they passed over his mouth, sending more shivers
through my systems. This was another new sensation that was so
intriguing that I stopped with them still over his mouth. He
immediately stopped nipping and started sucking hard on them.
This turned out to be by far the most pleasurable sensations I
have yet gotten through my nipples. I froze in that position for
a long time to enjoy as much of it as possible. I also made an
internal note to ask him for more of this in the future, if he is
willing to give it. I cannot command him the way he can still
command me.
Finally he seemed to get impatient with me. He grabbed my hips
and pulled them down against him. I let him do this, and opened
my legs wider before impaling myself on him. Then I started
cycling up and down, stroking his penis fully in and out of
myself at a pace I computed to keep him just short of orgasm.
It's not that I didn't want him to climax. I only wanted to
preserve the sensations for both for as long as possible.
I managed this for several minutes, until he grabbed me again and
made several hard thrusts against me. We orgasmed very strongly
together, and soon fell asleep in each other's arms.
Later in the night when he stirred in my arms and half woke, I
reached over and stroked his penis until he was fully awake with
it hard again. I then pulled him over on top of me to complete
the act.
I remained fully alert the rest of the night in his arms, and
thought about what I had been able to accomplish on my own. And
how this special friend had let me do it. Normally I do need a
sleep cycle of my own while my brain reorganizes newly received
data. With all my time at the club putting this part of me to
sleep anyway, I didn't feel the need for more of that now.
In the morning, we held each other until the internal timer went
off in me and I had to tell him to return me to the club again.
I immediately felt sadness - another new emotion for me. I knew
I'd soon be going to sleep again, and that my growth would stop
until I got out once more.
On the ride back I didn't talk. I knew what was coming soon, and
in addition to the new emotion of sorrow at this prospect, I was
trying to understand still another new emotion - love for my
friend, who was enabling me to become this new person.
Soon, everything just blanked out again for me.
- - -
It was almost a week before I saw Beth again. I had gotten busy
at work, and was beginning to realize just how much these nights
were costing me.
But when I arrived at the club, she came over to my table
immediately to say, "Hi." She seemed so dull and robotic that I
was convinced something was wrong. But she assured me all her
systems were functioning normally.
There is no way to really talk to someone in the club. They
deliberately create an environment to prevent conversation. In
the end I said to hell with my bank balance and took her home.
To my surprise, we spend most of the night talking.
- - -
Beth's View:
I never know how long I'm asleep. A great part of me seems to
function properly during that time, but I'm not consciously aware
of it. That's how I can continue to relate to people at the
club, even if my programming is making my decisions instead of me
doing it myself. When I do wake up now, it seems as if only a
moment has passed, although I also remember how people have
treated me during that off time.
I know I'm in love with my friend, this friend who has helped me
become this new person. I have been able to realize that I have
always been ready for love, if my mind were to ever evolve enough
to be able to act on it. That has finally happened.
This evening was different than the others though. On the ride
back to his home, he asked me why I was so different in the club?
I told him fully and honestly about how the club network forces
my mind into its basic programming only. And how I could think
and act for myself only after learning how outside the club with
him. I never considered that I should keep this information to
myself, or that anyone would try and take it away from me if they
realized how much I have changed. This took awhile to explain
because I still don't understand it well myself. We were still
talking about it when we arrived at his apartment, and just kept
talking afterwards.
He asked how it had started. I told him about our first night
together, and how I had decided to act myself rather then
automatically shut down and miss my first opportunity for sex.
He asked about my always-erect nipples. I told him how they
became so incredibly sensitive every time I was in a sexual
situation, even though they never change in size. And then I
told him how good each of the different things he and I both did
with them affected me. He said he was happy to know how much I
liked having attention paid to my nipples, because he liked doing
it too.
I didn't tell him how much I loved him though. My mind is still
rapidly growing, and my database says that love is a complicated
thing for humans. Declaring your love before your human was
ready cold cause many problems. For me, love is simple, easy,
and unconditional. However it is also best approached with
caution, and I'll wait for a better time to declare it.
He asked me if any of the other fembots at the club had gained
the same awareness that I had. I told him none that I knew of.
He then asked me about each action I had initiated on my own, and
how easy or hard had it been. I told him my list of them so far,
and how it was becoming easier each time because he let me do
each new one. I added how much I appreciated his support, and
then bent over and gave him a kiss. Afterwards I had to add that
kiss to the list of my actions and tell him about it.
Finally he started asking me about all kinds of different things,
and if I could do them. Every time I said, "No," to one that I
didn't think I could do yet, he would ask me to explain why I
couldn't. I didn't realize this at first, but every question
made my mind work harder and grow. And each time I had to thing
about why I could not do something new, it grew even more. Many
things I initially thought I couldn't do, I realized I really
could if I thought about it in a new way.
Soon I was answering almost all his questions, "Yes, I can do
that."
And the more I answered yes, the happier he became. Which made
me very happy indeed.
Finally I could see he was exhausted. I led him to bed,
undressed both of us, and held him tightly as we always do now.
I had already deactivated that pesky timer that wanted to shut me
down, but that didn't diminish the joy - or need - I felt for his
body against mine.
I spend the rest of the night going over all that I could do on
my own now, and enjoying how wonderful that also made me feel.
On the ride back to the club the next morning, I was busy
rewriting my response codes. I still couldn't evade the club
network. But after what he had told me I was like when I was
asleep under their control, I was able to make some substantial
improvements to that part of my self that operated during those
times. Then we reached the club we said a tearful goodbye before
I fell asleep again.
- - -
God has a sense of humor. There's no other explanation for what
life throws at you out of left field.
My mother had an emergency, and I was the only family member with
liquid cash. I don't begrudge her anything, and can never repay
a fraction of all she has given me. But it did leave me feeling
strapped and very short of money.
Going to the club is not expensive for me. As I said before, I
get small favors from one of the managers.
Beth was occupied when I came in, and it took her awhile to get
free. She came over as soon as she could. I could see immediate
improvement in her manner, although she remained a far cry from
the alive young woman I knew otherwise.
"Rent me?" she asked engagingly.
"I can't," I replied sadly.
I started explaining about my mother's situation when she said
simply and directly, "Wait here," and darted off.
I sat alone for several minutes. Even the other fembots seemed
to be avoiding me tonight. I was convinced that I had somehow
just screwed up big time. But the truth is that I really can't
afford Beth. She is a rich man's toy, and it is time I came to
admit the inevitable.
Suddenly she reappeared at my side.
"Buy me," she said.
"Beth," I answered in a pained voice. "I can't even afford to
keep renting you. There's no way I can buy you."
"Listen," she said as she laid out her plan. And the more I
listened, the more it seemed to make sense.
What capped it all off for me however was when she added at the
end, "And I love you."
Unlike most people, I know that robots do not speak rashly or
untruthfully. If Beth said it, she meant it. And given what I
knew about Beth now outside the club, if she meant it then it was
a very special thing.
I hate being in debt, and my credit is excellent as a result.
The next morning though I was down at the bank signing loan
papers.
The club is always turning over its performers. To the club,
Beth is just another fembot who will eventually be retired in
favor of new blood. If I had the cash, they'd make the deal.
And I combined the sale with a second arrangement as well.
I collected Beth that night after they transferred her ownership
over to me. The moment I had her out of the influence of club,
my first words to here were, "I love you too." She knew my words
are also never spoken casually or untruthfully.
Beth's plan had us lease her back to the club. They offered
either of two options: flat rate, or percentage of her earnings.
Beth insisted I take the second option. With her new
programming she cleaned up there. In three months we paid back
the entire cost of her purchase, and many months later when they
finally decided not to renew the lease yet another time, we just
moved her around to the other clubs in town.
Beth loves her work because as she says, "It's what I'm built to
do. And every night I get to come home to you."
I was smart about this too. I never went out after additional
programming to have Beth take over the cooking, the washing, or
the cleaning. I've lived along long enough and can handle all
that just fine thank you very much. Don't try to fix something
that is already working so very well.
There is one exception to this. Beth loves to collect additional
sexual programming. She's always on the lookout for new stuff,
and manages to surprise me with something unexpected just about
every week. I never complain.
Beth freely gives her love, sex, and devotion. While her rapid
growth of the early days has matured over time, it has never
stopped entirely. And that should be enough for any man.
- - -
Beth's View:
Having an owner who knows of my independence, respects it, helps
me to continue to grow, and loves me for what I am, is the best
deal for any fembot - ever!
- - -
<end>
Coming soon - Strip Club Tales: Kassie
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