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Subject: {ASSM} Strip Club Tales: Kassie {DB_Story} (M/Fembot, rom, ScFi, asfr)
Date: Fri,  7 Jun 2002 07:10:04 -0400
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STRIP CLUB TALES: KASSIE
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.

Also note that Strip Club Tales may be taking place in closely 
parallel universes, so don't ask me too much about how they 
relate to each other.  All of them are true.

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

- - -

My favorite strip club is in Tucson.  I never speak of it by 
name.  But if you know Tucson, it's the one identified by two 
initials.  I worked north of town for awhile, and after becoming 
friends with one of the managers, my admissions and first drinks 
were always comp-ed.

They were a leader in the trend to replace live performers with 
fembots as the supply of college girls from the nearby university 
willing to strip for easy cash dwindled.  As a club with large, 
powerful roots at the time, they went whole hog on the full 
control system to manage their performers.

Truth is, you can't easily tell a modern fembot from a young 
woman these days.  The quality of their minds improve each year, 
and the art of their bodies and programming to make them appear 
human is amazing.  And although most remain obedient servants for 
their entire existence, the law has had to recognize a "freed 
robot" status for a few who have advanced to a degree such that 
one cannot determine if they have crossed the line into true 
thought.

For those that have, they may apply for "freed" status, although 
very few ever do.  Even then, they remain bound by their design 
and function to a very large degree.  I say this only so that you 
can appreciate how advanced our robots - fembots in particular - 
have become.

My club goes very much with the college girl next door theme of 
its past.  While a fembot's body can be constructed to almost any 
design, they eschew any of the wild or exotic variations here.  
I've often wondered why, although I'm sure some smart people in 
this business have made these decisions.  Perhaps the exotic ones 
cost more to acquire or maintain.  Maybe they diminish the value 
of the rest of the stock.  Or just fall out of favor more quickly 
and therefore don't provide a good return on investment.  
Instead, the club relies on feature performers to come in for a 
few days and keep things fresh, while the local girls remain 
close to the five-foot-four average college cheerleader clone 
variety.

I've been a regular for several months now, starting soon after I 
was sent out here on a long-term assignment.  I get in to the 
club two or three times a week.  And even though I never spend 
much money, I get the best treatment.  Others wonder why I'll 
often have one or two girls taking their breaks at my table while 
other guys are waving their money trying to get some attention.

I'll tell you my secret, since nobody believes it anyway.  I'm 
polite and respectful to everybody, while everyone else around me 
believes their payment to enter the club and consume overpriced 
drinks allows them to be drunk and obnoxious.  The human 
waitresses know the difference.  And the fembot performers, 
programmed to be as much like human as possible, know it too.

In fact, the only other person I ever knew that was as successful 
as I was in this area once traded secrets with me.  His approach 
was to go home after work, have a decent dinner, and take a 
three-hour nap.  Then shower, shave, put on nice clean clothes, 
before arriving late when the only remaining competition was too 
drunk, to tired, and too out-of-money to compete.  He did great 
with the women too.

I don't normally come in Thursday nights.  That is close enough 
to the weekend to save it for one more night.  But as I drove by 
in the afternoon on an errand, I saw them putting up new letters 
on their signboard: KASSIE: THURS-FRI-SAT.  6:00PM.

Now I have to admit to being male, and much of what goes with it. 
 All the regular girls in the club are quite pretty and more than 
sexy enough.  However I know them all plenty well by now so that 
there aren't any surprises.  If Kassie is good enough to be a 
feature dancer, she is probably worth a look.  I decided to get 
back early enough to catch her first show this evening.  Unless 
she is something very special, I'll just leave early.

The club wasn't crowded this evening.  I got my usual table, and 
a few of my "friends" came by to see if I wanted a dance yet.  
They were all nice about it when I said, "Not yet."  A couple 
stayed a few minutes to chat until business picked up again.

Finally Kassie was announced and came out on the long stage that 
runs the full length down the middle of the double-sided bar.  
She had my attention immediately.  Even fully clothed, she looked 
fantastic.

Long, wavy honey blonde hair framed a stunningly beautiful face. 
 She was instant magazine cover material.  Her height was easily 
5'8" barefoot, and she moved around on her tall spike heels like 
she was born with them.  She was taller with a larger frame than 
all but one of the local girls, and definitely all woman.  The 
silky fabric covering her decidedly ample chest promised a lot 
underneath.  Even accounting for her heels, her high, well-formed 
hips clued me in that she had a lot of leg to be showing soon.

Kassie took her time on stage.  They give features an extra song 
or two when they're up there, and Kassie was using it all.  It 
took her three songs to get out of her blouse, slacks, and 
shorts, right down to her very large bra and t-bar.

Finally the bra came off, revealing a pair of nicely large, 
properly firm breasts that were easily a size and a half larger 
than any of the girls in the club, with properly matched nipples. 
 On Kassie's well-proportioned frame however, they actually look 
about normal for her.

Then in a surprise move she stripped our of her t-bar, showing 
her matching blonde pubes only one shade darker than her hair, 
and danced the final song naked.

I had to smile even as I admired her neatly trimmed triangle of 
forbidden womanly softness, and was blown away overall by how 
really good she really looked.  Right down to her heavy makeup, 
she had all the right parts.  Clearly though someone in the club 
had forgotten to tell Kassie that this is a topless-only club.

Normally I am a breast man myself, and Kassie's pair are as 
inviting as any I can ever remember seeing.  I could tell how 
that they were firm, without being rigid.  Her perfectly 
cylindrical nipples were now sticking proudly upright, showing 
her own arousal at her final, very sexy dance.  (Nipples are a 
standard indicator on most fembots for the state of their sexual 
enjoyment.)

The outstanding contours of her legs would have blown most other 
women away if Kassie were barefoot.  Her heels only multiplied 
the effect into the unreal.  Add to that that her warm golden tan 
and I wanted to climb on stage myself just to run my hands over 
them.  I knew I would have to content myself with a quick brush 
of the fingers I could get when I eventually would be asked to 
tuck a tip into her garter.

But even before she was done with that last song on stage, I had 
realized that I was reacting different to Kassie.  Normally I 
notice individual parts of a dancer first.  It can take awhile 
for me to really build up a picture of her as a whole.  Why?  
Because that is how the club presents them to you, a piece at a 
time.

But already I realized that Kassie wasn't just movement and legs 
and boobs and a gorgeous face.  Instead all of her had already 
come together for me into a beautiful whole to make her an 
absolute knockout.

After she finished her last number I saw one of the club managers 
waiting for her at the end of the stage.  He talked to her for a 
minute until she nodded.  Coming in early had provided for a not 
to be repeated treat tonight.

She came around afterwards for tips, and I tipped her especially 
well.

"No one told you we are topless only," I commented before she 
could move on.

I was rewarded with a quick, though rueful, smile as she replied 
in a voice as nicely toned as her body, "No, they didn't.  Many 
of the clubs are nude, and it was just automatic for me."

"Well I enjoyed it at least," I said matching her smile back to 
her.

She took my words the way I intended them while recognizing my 
real complement in the extra tip I gave her.  As she walked away, 
she managed to "accidentally" brush my entire forearm with her 
warm, soft thigh.  She felt every bit as good as she looked.  I 
was also very impressed by her intelligent, natural manner when 
compared to most fembots.  Kassie was clearly well worth her 
feature billing.

Later she came by again with one of the club bouncers carrying a 
Polaroid camera.  I said "No" to a Polaroid of us for $10 because 
I just don't collect them.  I asked about a table dance, but she 
said she didn't think her contract covered that.  Many times they 
don't so that the feature won't compete with the local girls.

I was enchanted enough to spend the next several hours in the 
club just to sit through her next couple of shows.  She left her 
t-bar on after that, and wore different outfits each time.  Each 
of them showed the same theme of a very nicely attired woman who 
strips to reveal an absolutely incredible body underneath.  I 
tipped her the standard amount after each dance.

Finally I was trying to decide whether or not to wait another 
forty minutes to see her last show of the night, or go home now 
and come back tomorrow.  I was getting stiff from sitting so 
long, and tired of trying to make every drink last long enough to 
not be bothered about buying my next one yet.  Then I saw Kassie 
standing still over in one corner of the club.  I'd been aware of 
her roaming the club after her last act in search of any loose 
money, but she hadn't come near me so I wasn't paying close 
attention.  Now she stood frozen at an empty table where I 
remembered the patrons had left several minutes ago.  I looked 
around, but no one else seemed to have noticed yet.

I've seen this happen on occasion with the regular girls.  The 
club control net imposes harsh overrides on their normal behavior 
because many normal fembot functions are not permitted in the 
club.  Sometimes one would get stuck because of this, not knowing 
what to do next.  Usually when this happens, one of the human 
bouncers goes over and says something to them and then they pick 
up and continue.  I asked one of my dancer friends about it once 
after I had seen it happen to her.  She told me that it was as if 
she had finished her current task before knowing what her next 
one was, and now wasn't able to determine what that next task 
should be.  I still remember her words as she finished her 
explanation by saying, "So you just stand there waiting because 
you can't decide what to do next."  It was a side-effect of the 
club control network that sometimes made her not have the next 
task scheduled in time before the current one finished, and not 
be able to run her task scheduler to as the next task either.

"I just needed to get my next command," she explained to me.

"Is it painful?" I had to ask.

"No.  Just confusing sometimes."

I looked around again. Still no one had reacted to Kassie's 
predicament.

Finally I got up and walked over to her.

Her eyes were vacant and staring, her mouth looked frozen in mid-
word.  Those parted full lips in the deep red she was wearing 
looked so inviting I wanted to kiss them right there.

Instead I asked, "Are you okay?"

"What is my task?" she asked robotically.

"Can you continue?" I asked in return, knowing this was a key 
word for most tasks.

"What is my task?" she repeated.  She seemed to need an 
assignment.

I though for a moment then said, "Come dance for me."

Kassie immediately came alert again and said, "Where are you 
sitting?"

I led her back to my table and received an excellent table dance 
from her.

As I tipped her afterwards I said, "Thanks.  That was great."

She didn't want to take my money, but I insisted.  I pointed out 
that I had received the dance.

"Thank you," she finally replied.

"Did I do the right thing?" I asked.

"It was exactly what I needed," she replied with a careful smile. 
 "This is an old club in terms of its control wiring.  I had not 
realized how strong their control net is."

"Are you okay now?" I had to know.

"Yes.  I have internal timers that are supposed to prevent this 
from happening.  I'll have to readjust them later to account for 
this."

I thought she was done after she said that, so I started to get 
up to leave.  Surprisingly, she put her hand on my shoulder to 
stop me.

"You're not leaving yet, are you?"

"I was thinking about it," I replied.

"Please stay through my final show."

I agreed to do so, even though I was getting pretty tired.

On her final performance, Kassie looked directly over at me 
several times, as if to make sure that I was still there and let 
me know I was important to her.  That really connected with me.

Afterwards she went all around the rest of the room collecting 
her tips before coming over to me.  I had my money ready for her 
(yes, she is worth it), but she put her hand over mine refusing 
it.

Instead she said, "Would you like to come spend the night with 
me?"

Startled - but not stupid - I answered, "Why, yes," although I 
didn't know why she asked.

"Good," she replied decisively.

Then she gave me her room number at the Ghost Ranch Lodge (I've 
always loved that name) next door.  She told me to give her ten 
minutes before I came over.

I kept to her instructions for what seemed a very long ten 
minutes, then quickly walked out and next door in time to see her 
returning from the motel's front office.  Of course she'd be 
locking up her earnings for the night.  I wondered why a fembot 
would even have a motel room, but then I realized she needed a 
place to store her costumes and be when the club was closed.  I 
swear it never went through my mind that she might also have it 
so that she could invite people back with her if she desired.

As she approached however, I noticed that her steps looked very 
robotic and her eyes stared straight ahead.  She brushed past me 
and opened the door without comment.  However when I didn't 
immediately follow her into the room, she said, "Please come in," 
in a monotone voice.

Getting this much confirmation that I was still welcome, I 
followed her inside.  She shut the door behind me.

I saw that she had only thrown a long cape over her last club 
floor outfit.  As she now walked to the center of the room and 
then stood still with her legs wide spread the cape fell open to 
reveal much of her luscious body.

I waited for her to make the next move.  I didn't want to spoil 
things by moving too fast since it was her invitation to come.  
But she continued to stand silent and still.

"Kassie?" I asked.

"Are you ready for sex now?" she replied speaking evenly in 
unemotional tones.

I spoke her name again, and received the same reply.  She seemed 
stuck again.

Well, it worked before.  I asked her for a table dance.  But 
again only got the same response.

"Are you ready for sex yet?"

I started asking for everything else I could think of, but all 
Kassie would say is, "Are you ready for sex yet?"

Finally I just said, "Yes, I am."

At this affirmative reply, Kassie immediately animated again.  
She quickly removed her few clothes, then came over and plastered 
several firm kisses on my lips.  Her lips felt and tasted even 
better than I had imagined back in the club.

Then she was efficiently removing my clothes, after which she 
took my hands and pressed them hard against her breasts and other 
body parts.  I marveled at how firm and perfect her nipples felt. 
 Every time I squeezed them at her silent urging, she paused to 
sigh for a moment in obvious pleasure, before encouraging me to 
maul her further.

Once she was sure I'll keep handling her body, she started 
running her hands over mine.  That was exquisite.  She knew her 
profession well as she started at my extremities and worked her 
way inward.  Only at the end did she finally touch, then stroke 
my manhood.  She never had to ask me if I was ready for sex yet? 
 That much was obvious.

She much have liked what she found because the next thing I knew 
she was pulling me over to her bed.

With her robotic strength she easily lifted me onto the bed and 
positioned me where she wanted me.  Then she placed herself over 
me.  In a flash she had taken me expertly and fully inside of 
her.  Next she started an amazing motion with her hips and 
internal muscles.  I noticed how her eyes still seemed vacant and 
not tracking me well.  However she clearly knew exactly where I 
was.  I tried talking to her, but she remained silently 
unresponsive, though every so often she'd throw her head back, 
close her eyes, moan and pause while she gripped me tightly 
inside.

I could easily reach her splendid breasts from my position, and I 
started handling them now the way I had only dreamed of doing a 
mere few hours earlier.  Once she realized my intentions, she 
shifted her position over me to move them even closer to my 
hands.  Her nipples became large and hard beyond belief.

Later I shifted my hands to those fantastically sexy hips, then 
stroked as much of her long smooth legs as I could reach.

I came within her three times before I was spent.  But she 
wouldn't give up on me until I finally gasped, "Enough!" in 
command.

Still apparently locked in her program, she responded by bending 
down and expertly kissing me long and deeply before pulling off 
me just enough so that she could lay down tight next to me.  She 
used her strong arms to hold me tightly against her still hot, 
body with no intention of letting me go anytime soon.  I resigned 
myself to spending the night in her embrace.  I dropped off to 
sleep quickly after that, and slept very well.

- - -

I awoke with the dawn light creeping into the room, to see her 
clear deep blue eyes looking at me from the great distance of six 
inches.

"Good morning, lover," she said softly, looking as alive and 
alert again as I had first seen her.

I immediately started stammering out an apology for taking 
advantage of her last night.  In what I would later find out was 
part of her sense of humor, she let me run with it for nearly a 
minute before shutting me down with a firm, "You did no such 
thing.  And I promise you I enjoyed every moment of it.  Now 
would you like some more?"

Amazing.  Totally fucking amazing.  Here she was offering me more 
sex after what I'd done to her last night.  All I could think of 
to say in return was, "Are you okay?"

"Completely back to normal," she replied matter of factly.  
"Still want sex?"

It was the most tempting offer I had ever received.  But what I 
really wanted more of next was the bathroom.  Even before that 
pressing need however, there was something I just had to ask her.

"Are you freed?"

"Yes I am," Kassie replied with a bright smile, before letting me 
go finally as she realized my predicament.

When I returned from nature's needs, I wanted to ask her all 
about being a "freed" robot.  I'd never met one before and it 
fascinated me even more than another round of sex at that moment.

But Kassie had other plans.  She immediately hit me up about what 
I knew of local museums, art galleries, and other educational 
tourist attractions.  I saw in her a beautiful mind with a hunger 
for new knowledge that I could only admire.

I did manage to ask her, "Why me last night?"  She told me it 
wasn't only that I had rescued her and tipped her fairly, and 
treated her with respect due a person, but also that all the 
other fembots had given her excellent opinions of me.

"You asked them all?" I questioned, still somewhere between 
amazed and stunned.

"Every one," she confirmed.

I did ask her what would have happened either in the club, or 
here in the room afterwards, if I hadn't been nearby.

She said her internal timers that would have eventually restored 
to back to functioning again - but that it had been much better 
with me.  She started calling me, "My rescuer."  I didn't 
protest.

Then she invited me to show her the sights here in town.

"I only have a couple days," she said, "And I'd like to 
experience as much as possible."

I could hardly refuse that request since it would mean more time 
together, even if it was outside the room.

Then she asked one more time about sex first, to which I now 
said, "Yes."

We were both still naked, which I had actually forgotten about 
while we were talking.  (Yes I know that sounds strange, 
considering Kassie's outstanding looks and overwhelming 
sexuality, but it's true.  She knows how to keep the latter 
throttled back when she wishes to, and it just goes to show how 
comfortable I had already gotten with her.)  That saved us a lot 
of time in getting down to business again.

This time she let me gently push her down on the bed and take the 
top position.  She immediately opened her legs wide in 
invitation, then closed her eyes and smiled as I did all the work 
for both of us.  She finally arched her back amazingly high and 
clenched her vaginal muscles just as I came again inside her.  
Whoever had written her orgasm routines had done an outstanding 
job.  At last she relaxed back and I lay spent on top of her.

It was clear however that she did not plan to spend the rest of 
the day in this position, even though she was gently stroking my 
back now, so I finally got up and made my way into her shower.

When I came out she was already stylishly dressed for a day on 
the town in low sturdy heels that still gave her an imposing 
five-foot-ten appearance.  She had chosen crisply pressed tan 
slacks, and a bright colorful blouse worn loosely that did a good 
job of distracting the eye from all that it was covering.

Kassie ducked into the bathroom while I was getting dressed 
myself.  When she emerged again I saw that she had scrubbed off 
her magnificent makeup from the night before, leaving her looking 
a bit younger and a lot more innocent.  She couldn't hide her 
high cheekbones or arresting eyes, but at least now she might not 
be stared at by everyone we would meet.

Then I looked closer and realized she hadn't removed any make-up 
at all.  Instead she had artfully applied light, neutral colors 
to lighten around her eyes and mask her own natural exotic 
coloration.

"I get less attention this way," she said in response to my 
unasked question.

My eyes involuntarily dropped to her loosely covered bust that 
still showed she had a lot up top.

"I can't change everything," she added with a laugh.

I laughed too.  After last night and this morning, we were good 
enough buddies now to joke about these things.

As I opened the door for us to leave, a sudden desert gust of 
wind blew through and pressed her blouse up against her body.  I 
saw the contour of a firm nipple, confirming that she wasn't 
wearing any bra under it.  That was nice.

I told Kassie I could skip work this morning, but that I'd have 
to go in for the afternoon.  I could give her a list of things to 
do after I was gone.

She said she'd enjoy spending as much time with me as I had 
available, and as a special favor could I take her by a bank 
first?

While I went back across the street to retrieve my car from last 
night, she headed off in the opposite direction after telling me 
to meet her at the motel office.  I drove up just as she came 
out.

At the bank I was amazed at how much cash she had with her.

"All of that from last night?" I asked.

"Yup."

She separated out a couple hundred, "For today's expenses."

I protested that she shouldn't have to pay, but she was adamant. 
 And I certainly didn't want to start an argument first thing.

The rest of her money was safely wired to her bank account in Los 
Angeles.  After that was completed, we were off.

Although I had told her about a number of attractions, I knew my 
time was too limited for the best ones today.  I took her to the 
World Wildlife Museum, which contains many stuffed animals once 
in private collections - including a number of endangered or 
extinct species of birds and mammals.  I also took her to a 
photography exhibit at the university that I also wanted to 
visit.

Kassie was an excellent date.  She hung on my arm to make it 
clear to everyone that she was with me, and was wide-eyed, full 
of interest, and asking me questions about every new thing.

Among other things as we drove around she had me describe the 
other strip clubs in town and what I thought about them.  She 
said she was deciding if she'd like to feature at any of them.  I 
told her I'd come see her if she ever did.

Finally I had to reluctantly return her to her motel.  Once there 
she thanked me sincerely for a wonderful time, kissed me long and 
deep while pushing her chest into me for extra effect.  Then she 
made me promise to come to her show tonight.

I promised.  As I drove away I realized I never had gotten the 
chance to ask her about how she came to be freed, or what it was 
like for her.

- - -

I worked late to make up for coming in late.  As a result I 
didn't get to the club until just as Kassie was finishing her 
second performance.

She saw me come in and actually waved to me from the stage.  She 
was nearly nude again, and even though I had been exploring every 
part of that body only a few hours earlier, I was struck anew by 
just how beautiful and sexy she really is.

After her performance she didn't come by my table for her tip.  
Instead, after she had done the rounds of all the other tables 
for tips and Polaroids she came over to me and pushed a large wad 
of cash into my surprised hands.

"Hold this for me," she said.

I was dumbfounded.  Not knowing how to respond to this unexpected 
event I finally managed to get out, "Are you sure?" followed by, 
"How's it going?"

"Great," she enthused, ignoring my first, unnecessary question 
entirely.  "I'm making a bundle tonight."

"What about...?" I glanced up at the ceiling where I imagined the 
control net was installed.

"I reset my timers this afternoon.  No problems so far.  But I'm 
not worried now that my 'rescuer' is here."  Then she was gone 
again.

Now I'm exceptionally careful with other people's trust.  It's 
just the way I am.  In fact, it makes me nervous for them when 
some one trusts me before I feel they've had time to get know me 
fully.

I looked at the wad of cash, then carefully emptied out one of my 
pockets before putting it in there.  This way there is no 
possibility of it getting mixed up with my own stuff.

Kassie still had two more performances this evening.  Although 
she would not come near and let me tip her any more for anything, 
twice more she handed me additional wads of cash and chatted 
briefly before running off to yet another customer wanting her 
attention.  I was running out of pocket space.

After her final performance she made one last quick circuit of 
the stragglers in the room, then came over again.  I thought she 
wanted to reclaim her cash and was getting it out for her, but 
she just said, "Meet me outside."

I gave her a couple minutes since I knew she had to go around the 
long way, and then went out to find her waiting.

This time she took my hand and led me to the motel office with 
her.  Once there, I emptied both pockets now of her earnings, 
which she put away along with what she still had otherwise into 
the safe deposit box.

"I hope it's all there," I commented nervously, knowing that her 
robotic mind would know to the last penny exactly how much she 
had given me.

"It is," she confirmed.  "But I knew it would be."

"How can you know that?"

"I trust you," she said simply.

"I don't even trust me with that much of someone else's money," I 
began.  But she silenced me with a kiss, then led me to her room.

On the way she added, "I knew you wouldn't leave early as long as 
you had my money."

Until she said that I hadn't actually been certain that she 
wanted my company again after last night's fling.  I mean, 
wouldn't she want a break from sex and men after her work in the 
club?  It just goes to show you how much I don't know about 
fembots - regular, or freed.

Once inside the room she asked, this time with fully alert eyes 
and a big smile, "Are you ready for sex now?"

I quickly told her, "Yes."

To my surprise she again seemed to shift into the program she had 
run the night before.  But this time she was clearly in control 
of it, rather than the other way around.  I don't know if I lived 
up to last night's performance, but I know I did my best.  She 
did even better than that.

The last thing I remember was her lips tickling my ear as she 
whispered to me, "Thank you.  That was wonderful," as I again 
fell asleep in her strong, tireless arms.

When I awoke the Saturday morning I was full of unanswered 
questions.  It was the weekend so I was in no rush.  And I found 
Kassie ready - even eager - to tell me all about herself.

I wanted to know first how she had become a freed robot.

Kassie explained that she had started life like any other fembot, 
although she was intended from the beginning to be an adult 
entertainer.

"And as time went on," she told me, "They kept loading more and  
more new sex routines into me.  Soon I was able to do any thing 
on stage anyone could imagine, including acts together with other 
fembots.  I had all these programs running inside me all the 
time, interacting with each other.  One day I just woke up and 
thought, 'Why am I not getting more enjoyment out of this?'.  
That was the start of my self-awareness.

"Soon I was figuring out how to adjust my performances to best 
suit my own needs and feelings, as much as for my customers.  I 
actually started enjoying what I was doing."

"You really like sex then?" I had to ask.

"Every bit of it," she replied decisively, leaving no room for 
doubt.

"Even when you thought I was a zombie to my programming that you 
were taking advantage of our first night, I was actually enjoying 
our encounter immensely.  I've long since rewritten all my sexual 
routines to provide me with maximum enjoyment.  That night I just 
had to complete the program before my mind would resume normally. 
 It was a delayed effect of the club's control network.  Even 
though they have an old and very strong one here, I knew I'd be 
fine afterwards.  I just couldn't tell you that at the time.

"And you were so wonderful that night.  You did everything you 
possibly could to try and save me, all the time while I was 
trying to entice you into sex.  You've demonstrated your 
unselfishness to me in a way few others ever have."

After that declaration she bent over and gave me another kiss.  
Kassie just seemed to get better and better.

"So you became able to control yourself," I said.  "But how did 
you get from there to here?"

"I was lucky - twice.  Soon after I fully came to understand 
myself and what I could do, a feature dancer named Serena 
performed at my club.  Do you know her?"

"Can you describe her?" I asked.

"She's tall for a performer.  Five-feet-ten sans heels.  Pale 
skin with shiny dark hair and deep green eyes.  Slimmer than me 
with smaller, but perfectly shaped breasts.  She likes to model 
low-cut, full formal evening gowns with matching opera gloves.  
And she loves wearing elegant, delicate spike heels."

That actually sounded like someone I had seen my first visit to 
the club.  I had really liked her, and not realized she was a 
Feature Dancer who was leaving the next day.  I came back looking 
for her, and she was gone.  My impression had been that she was 
more lively than the other dancers, although I didn't understand 
why at the time.  Now I saw how much she was like Kassie and put 
the pieces together to realize that she must have been freed as 
well.  I said as much.

Kassie immediately pinned me down on dates for exactly when this 
happened.  Turns out Serena was here just weeks after going to 
Kassie's club.  This interested Kassie greatly, because she has 
been looking for Serena ever since getting freed - without 
success.

"Serena recognized what I had become her first night in my club, 
and stayed afterwards that night to talk to me about it.  She 
told me about the outside world, about being freed, and how it 
had to be done.  She also shared with me how to defensively 
program myself to withstand the clubs influence.

"Then on her second night she asked me to dance on stage with 
her."

"And how'd that work out?"

"Very well.  At one point they had added full lesbian programming 
to my mix when they were considering doing a 'Girl's Night' each 
week.  They never actually went ahead with those plans, so I had 
never gotten to try it out, until then."

"How was it?"

"Sensational!  Everything is so intense."  Kassie had a dreamy 
smile on her face as she was telling me this now.  "Serena was my 
first real sex partner, and we really ended up getting into it on 
stage.  It brought down the house.  Afterwards she tried to take 
me to her room for some more after closing, but the club wouldn't 
let her.  It was after that when they started actually paring me 
with other fembots on stage.  But it was never the same as it had 
been with Serena."

"So you like girls best," I said with a sigh.

"Not at all, silly," she quickly replied back cheerfully, and 
with yet another kiss.  "I used what I learned there to improve 
all my sex routines.  And afterwards when I was freed it came in 
handy because I can feature now at lesbian clubs as well as 
straight ones.  And those women can really get into it.  The men 
could learn a lot from how a woman treats a performer."

"I still don't know how you got out of your club," I commented.

That was my second lucky break.  There is a very nice man who 
would come in on occasion.  He always had a woman, or several, 
with him.  Now we didn't get women in my first club very often 
and most of the other performers didn't know how to react to 
them.  But he had always been nice to me - like you are - and 
tipped well.  He'd ask for dances and his female friends would 
gather around to watch as well.  This confused some of my fellow 
performers, although once I was awake it never bothered me.

"After my experience with Serena I realized his girlfriends were 
lesbians and that he brought them with him so they could enjoy 
the show and not be hassled by the other male customers."

(I could identify with Kassie's story here.  Several times I have 
invited single women in my own club to share my table, and asked 
them which dancers they would like to see close up.  Some were 
initially reluctant thinking I was hitting on them.  But once I 
would point out to them that we had an obvious common interest in 
watching naked women, most saw the advantages and came on over.  
Several were fascinating companions, especially when we'd get 
down to comparing what we liked about individual performers.  
Many were quite attractive.)

"Any way," Kassie continued, "The next time he came in after 
Serena had gone, I went right over to him and his friends.  After 
chatting with all of them for a few minutes, I did several dances 
for them as well.  And when I left, I sent over another fembot 
who had caught their fancy, and that I knew would know what to do 
in that situation - with instructions to 'treat them right'.  
Later that night he thanked me and asked if there was ever 
anything he could do for me.  I told him about my situation.  He 
came back and bought me away from the club the very next day."

"Just like that?"

"Just like that."

"So how was it?  To leave like that, I mean?"

"It was the most amazing moment of my life.  I had no memories of 
anything before being turned on the first time in the club and 
instinctively knowing that I was a performer.  When I walked out 
and beyond the reach of their control net, my mind finally fully 
functioned for the very first time.  I had the best orgasm of my 
life standing there in the sunlight on the sidewalk.  And since 
then, I've never been able to get enough of the world."

(I can attest to this.  Kassie is insatiable in her thirst for 
knowledge and experience.)

Kassie continued, "When I look back now, I'm amazed that any free 
mind could have ever been born under those club circumstances.  
Yet that's where many of them come from these days."

"So you became a feature dancer yourself," I commented.  "I'd 
think you'd never want to set your pretty feet in a club again."

"Well, I knew I would have to make a living.  I have housing and 
maintenance expenses to consider.  I had already rewritten my 
programs to give me full enjoyment of my art.  Add that to my 
dawning realization that I really have a dynamite body that can 
take me anywhere when properly used.  And I wanted to be able to 
travel and see things, but on my own terms.  Going back to the 
clubs met all those needs best."

With that comment she stood up and pirouetted for me, showing 
just what a fantastic body she owned.

"As a feature dancer I get to travel a lot and see new things.  
It was an easy choice."

"Well I'm glad you made that choice, or I'd never have met you," 
I said sincerely.

"Me too," she replied, lowering her eyes in modesty for a moment 
before given a small squeal of joy and still another quick hug 
and kiss.

Kassie is very uninhibited about showing her happiness in 
private, and it's something I would just have to get used to.  In 
public though, she is quite reserved.

Then she said in a little girl voice I didn't know she possessed, 
and which I suspect has a place in some very interesting sexual 
personality loaded inside her, "Can we go out now and see all the 
nice things you told me about yesterday?"

I can't refuse her anything.

Again we went by the office to get last night's money.  This time 
I took her to a bank branch that is a bit further away, but one I 
know was open Saturdays.  As before, she kept out a nice piece of 
spending money for our day together.  As before I protested.  And 
as before, she would hear nothing of it.

"You've given me so much already this weekend," she said in her 
firm voice.  "Now please let me give back where I can."

And here I was thinking it was me who had already received so 
much from her.

We went to the Desert Museum, and then Old Tucson Studios two of 
the town's best attractions.  Kassie had again put on her "date" 
makeup, and another outfit which reduced her to just a very sexy 
woman.  We walked around hand-in-hand, and like before Kassie was 
full of questions.  And she never seemed upset when I would tell 
her truthfully that I really didn't know the answer to that last 
one.  Sometimes we'd discuss how to find out the answer, if it 
was important.  Her questions stretched both our minds and really 
helped me see these attractions in a new light.

While we were walking around I asked her about her long-term 
goals.  While she was in no danger of outgrowing her profession 
the way a human performer always is, she struck me as someone who 
could do much more than she had so far.

She said she'd like to open her own club someday.  A place where 
fembots could perform without the coercive control networks the 
clubs all used.

Afterwards I drove us to a favorite overlook of mine.  We sat 
there, arms around each other, silently enjoying the view and our 
mutual closeness.

Finally she said, "I'd love for this moment to last forever, and 
then take you out for the best dinner in town afterwards.  
However I have to get back to the club for my first show."

Then she added, "I've had a really great time today with you.  
Thanks!"  She hugged me in her special way.  It's something I 
never get tired of with her.

We drove back to the motel, and again she made me promise to come 
to the show.  As if I had even thought of doing anything else!

That night she brought me even more money than the night before. 
 By now she was comfortable and flirting with everyone there.  
And you know, I didn't mind a bit.  It's part of her job.  I knew 
who she'd be spending tonight with - and it wasn't any of them.

That night in her room she was still absolutely vibrant from all 
that had gone on this day.  She proudly demonstrated to me a 
number of her skills and programs, including how to give a 
customer an orgasm when it looks to everyone else that you're 
just giving him a lap dance.  How to properly make love in the 
shower.  (Her club had once installed one on stage.  We used the 
one in the room.)  And how to give a man a full body massage 
using only her breasts.

After that last one, I finally had to call it a night.  However 
it was abundantly clear that Kassie has a lot more surprises in 
her than I had already seen.

- - -

Sunday morning arrived on schedule.  I awoke again to her clear 
blue eyes.

"Don't you ever sleep?" I mumbled.

"I do," she replied, taking my question seriously.  "I need 
powered down time to keep my mind properly organized.  But I'll 
save that task for when I'm alone," she added, licking my nose 
unexpectedly.

After we both quit laughing over that, we just held each other 
for a long time without speaking.  We both knew she was leaving 
today.  Rather than dwell on that unhappy thought, I'd rather 
thing about all the good things we had done.

Finally she spoke again, and confirmed to me I was right to 
believe she was full of surprises.

"Will you become my Owner of Record?" she asked.

"You're what?" I questioned in return, pretty certain that I did 
not fully comprehend her request.

"My Owner of Record," she repeated.

"But I thought you were freed," I said, confused now.

"I am."

"Then why do you need an owner?"

"The law allowing us to be freed is new, and still conflicts with 
other statutes.  Some of those other statutes still require 
responsible ownership of all robots.  Besides that, we all have a 
deep emotional need to be owned by somebody.  It's part of our 
own core values and self-worth."

"Then aren't you already owned?"

"I am.  But he doesn't meet my needs anymore.  You do."

She said it as if it were the simplest thing in the world, but 
saw the rising confusion on my face.  That led her to explain in 
much more detail about her current owner.

He was the man who had bought her out of the club and taken her 
to be tested and registered as freed.  He was a very nice man who 
also happens to be gay.  The only times he was even in the club 
was when he was escorting his various close lesbian friends.

"And so he has continued to do me the favor of being my owner, 
but we don't even live together.  And while all his female 
friends absolutely love every time I come by, none of them would 
make good owners for me.  I'm still a man's woman.  And one who 
especially needs a man who will let me be me."

"And you think I'm that person?"

"I do," she said with charming finality.

I though about her offer.  At least this way our relationship 
wouldn't end entirely in a few hours.

"How much would I need to pay him for you?"

"Nothing," she replied.  "My first earnings went to pay him back 
for my costs."

I couldn't think of any other reason to refuse so I said, "I'll 
do it."

That elicited another squeal of joy as Kassie threw herself into 
my arms.  It felt good to know she wanted this herself so much.

And she didn't waste any time afterwards.  She was on the phone 
speaking politely and formally for several minutes, then handed 
it to me.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" a pleasant male voice at the 
other end asked?

"Any reason I shouldn't?"

"None that I can think of."

"Then yes.  If it's okay with you."

"Kassie's wishes have always come first with me.  Get a pad and 
copy this down."

He gave me a long sting of letters and digits, then had me repeat 
them back to him.  He followed that up with brief additional 
instructions before saying, "And I wish you both the very best.  
She is an exceptional person.  Do drop by sometime when you're 
both out here.  Now if you can put Kassie back on."

I handed the phone back to her as she traded me a small control 
box she had retrieved from somewhere.  She listened on the phone 
for another minute when suddenly her eyes closed and the rest of 
her came to a halt.

I took the phone from her lifeless fingers and hung it up.  Then 
I walked around in front of her.  After a moment's contemplation, 
I carefully pressed the ACTIVATE button on her control.  Kassie's 
eyes opened again, but remained fixed and staring.

"Activation code?" she asked in the lifeless, robotic voice I had 
heard the first night here in her room.

I read off the string of them I had been given.

"Code accepted," came the reply.  "New owner identification?"

I gave her my full name and social security number.

"Are you this person?"

"Yes," I replied, realizing that remote activation was also 
possible.

"Continue, or re-initialize?" she asked next.

This was crucial.

"Continue," I responded in my best imitation of her firm manner.

"Confirm choices?" she asked, and repeated all her input up to 
this point.

"Yes," I said back to her.

She paused for a long moment, blinked a couple of times, then 
came fully alive there in front of me.

As she understood the changes that had been made in her systems, 
she calmly came over to me as if to shake hands, then suddenly 
squealed again and threw herself on me.  It took a while to 
untangle from that - mostly because neither of us really wanted 
to - until she finally stepped back and regarded me gravely.  I 
had one more necessary task to perform.

Taking her remote control in hand again, I pressed her COMMAND 
button and gave her the only command she couldn't accept any 
other way.

"Take care of this for me," I said as I handed her remote control 
back to her.

"Yes, master," she answered solemnly as she took it from my hand 
and gave me a somber kiss on the cheek in return.

She left the room for a moment to put it back wherever she was 
keeping it safely, then returned to announce, "And now I must 
welcome my new owner properly.  How may I serve you?"

When I didn't immediately answer this unexpected development, 
Kassie started itemizing every sexual program and practice in her 
reparatory.  It was a long list.

In the end I selected the breast massage again.  The way she 
finishes it with her breasts pressed tightly around my penis has 
to be experienced to be understood.

Afterwards we celebrated by going out exploring the parks and 
historical sites around town.  This time Kassie didn't worry 
about hiding her face from the night before.  She didn't need to. 
 We are so obviously a couple that no one else dared approach.

That evening she made me tell her the name of the best restaurant 
in town.  It's over on the East Side.  Since she didn't have any 
more performances to give, we made the leisurely drive out there 
at sunset.

Although Kassie doesn't actually eat anything herself, she put on 
such a charming and masterful performance of appearing to enjoy 
her fine meal that the entire staff stopped by to ask her how she 
was enjoying her evening with them.

Now that I am her official owner, she also told me her real 
mission.

Kassie does want to open her own club someday.  But until then, 
she is visiting as many clubs as possible while looking for other 
fembots like herself.  When she finds them, she both helps 
educate them about the real world outside and helps finance their 
purchase along with the location of suitable owners.

"Are they easy to find?" I wanted to know.

"Fembots or owners?"

"Either."

"No," she replied.  "Both are very rare."

"Did you find any here this weekend?"

"I found an owner," she said with a smile.

I had to smile too, while she continued.

"None yet.  Although there are a couple with the potential to 
make it someday."

"And what do they do after you help them?"

"Most do the same thing I'm doing.  The feature part, that is.  
And all of them pay me back first thing.  Often more than I laid 
out for them.  A few have chosen to stay with their clubs.  And a 
couple have refused buyouts altogether so far."

"That's curious," I commented.

"We're each different," she replied.

- - -

For our last night together we just had straight, regular sex.  
Our only conversation was about Serena.  Kassie gave me the rest 
of the information she had gleaned during the search for her, but 
nothing significant was in it.  Serena seems to have just 
disappeared.

"That can happen," Kassie said sadly.

The next morning I drove her to the airport for her next gig, and 
helped her with her bags there.  It was funny when the porter 
came out and could barely lift one that she handled easily.

I promised to keep an eye out for any word of Serena.  I stayed 
at the window at the departure gate until her plane disappeared 
into the hot desert sky, then counted my blessings before going 
back to my real life.

- - -

I figured that Kassie would go on with her life and I would go on 
with mine.  Maybe I'd get a phone call from her once in awhile.  
Or I'd see her again if she came back to Tucson.  She, however, 
had different ideas.

Within two weeks she had up and moved from LA out to here and in 
with me.

"I can just as easily run my business from here as from there," 
she said on her arrival.

And although I had thought she would be on the road all the time, 
we turned out to have a surprising amount of time together.  She 
also started taking me along on some trips with her when I could 
get the time.  And not only for sex.  I'm also excellent at 
scouting out worthwhile activities for us outside the clubs.  She 
often proclaims that I'm good company for her, whatever that 
means.

In addition to all that, her freed fembot friends soon started 
dropping by between their gigs.  Soon there was never a time when 
there weren't at least one or two naked or half-naked fembots 
wandering around or at hand, all willing to be helpful, and 
always eager for either intelligent conversation - or sex.

As I've said before, I have never been jealous of Kassie's work 
in the clubs.  And she is never jealous of my time with the other 
girls.  In fact, she encourages it.

Soon several of the other freed fembots had transferred their 
ownership over to me.  None of them are ever going to take 
Kassie's place, but this multiple ownership arrangement actually 
works out exceptionally well for all concerned.

One day I joked that we were going to need a bigger place to live 
- and she immediately agreed.  That's one thing I like about 
fembots.  They are good at making quick, logical decisions.

Then she told me to go out and pick one.  And by the way, it was 
time for me to quit my job since it was taking up too much of my 
time while her and the other girls were already bringing in more 
money than I'd ever earn.

I protested that all that was their money.  She firmly informed 
me that all a fembot's possessions belonged to her owner.  That 
was one reason the freed ones picked their owners carefully.  She 
would hear no opposition to this, and all the other fembots 
backed her up one hundred percent.  Suddenly we were a nicely 
rich family.

- - -

Life went on in this new vein.  Then about the time we had 
narrowed the likely choice of our own first club's location down 
to three possible choices, we got a report from our now widely-
flung network of friends and associates that someone thought they 
had seen Serena in some dive called The Hell Hole deep in the 
south.

Kassie and I caught the next plane out to New Orleans, and then 
spent quite a few hours driving and searching it out in a little 
backwoods town.

It was early in the evening when we walked in together through 
the small front door with the black curtain hanging across it.  
Halfway through Kassie quickly around and darted back out again.

"What's wrong?" I asked, after I caught up to her and found her 
shaking.

"I can't go in there," she said.  "I've never felt a network that 
strong before."

"I'll do it, I said.  "Find a place to wait for me."

Inside it was hot and cramped, with too many tiny tables and 
black walls making it even more claustrophobic.  The drinks were 
small, badly watered down, and for all that - expensive.  
Fortunately we'd brought plenty of cash with us.  The place 
certainly lived down to its name.

It was nearly forty-five minutes before I first caught a glimpse 
of a figure who could only be Serena.  I knew her the moment I 
saw her.  Until then I had been eyed suspiciously by the locals 
and management as an outsider.  Knowing that game well enough, I 
had been drinking and spending freely enough to still be allowed 
to stay.  Fortunately I was in no danger of getting drunk on what 
they were serving.

The Hell Hole is totally nude.  The lap dances given there would 
(at twice the price of any other club I'd ever visited) be 
illegal in every other state I knew.  In addition to what was 
literal sex at the dimly lit tables, there was also a steady 
stream of customers and dancers going and coming from a back room 
through a door guarded by two of the meanest looking bouncers 
I've ever encountered.  Many of the customers were holding what I 
recognized as robot control units, and the girls were following 
the men like dogs on leashs.

I knew what had to be going on back there.  And I knew as a 
newcomer I didn't have a prayer of being allowed back there 
myself no matter how much money I tossed around tonight.  Too 
bad, since what I had to do would have been easier back there 
with a control in-hand.

When I finally saw Serena come out I was struck by how regal she 
looked and carried herself even under these conditions.  Her 
tall, dark smoldering looks were an outstanding counterpoint to 
Kassie's outrageous sex goddess body.  I could imagine them 
performing together, and had to catch my own sudden arousal at 
that thought from quickly getting out of hand.

I flagged down one of the waitresses who somehow managed to 
navigate the impossible narrow passages between the tables and 
tossed a five onto her tray saying, "I'd like her next," pointint 
at Serena.

When Serena came over a few minutes later she was a pitiful sight 
up close.  Her body was every bit as gorgeous here as at a 
distance, but it looked like every movement she made in it was a 
fight for her.

She gave me a standard lap dance without even being asked, so I 
owed her money before we even spoke a word.  It was a great 
dance, but I was completely unable to enjoy a moment of it since 
I spent the whole time laying out the next steps of my plan.  
After I paid her, I asked her to stay a bit longer.  When she 
hesitated, I piled a good amount of money in a stack on the 
table.

At that, she sat down and motioned with a single elegant red 
fingernail at the waitress, who handed her a small drink and took 
the top bill off my pile.  The waitress looked at me queryingly, 
but I shook my head no to another refill right now.  The waitress 
left, and Serena was mine until that pile was gone.

I worked as fast as I could.  In a low voice masked by the loud 
music of the club, I addressed her by name and seemed to see a 
flicker of recognition in her eyes for moments before being 
extinguished again.  I talked to her about being a freed robot.  
And how she had freed Kassie.  I told her about the Tucson club 
where I knew she had danced freely.  And how she had traveled on 
her own anywhere she wished.  I tried every command I'd learned 
from my fembot friends to unstick her out of her current program. 
 I could see how my words were triggering sparks of memory within 
her - but also how the club control net kept suppressing any 
independent thoughts.  And she was drinking as quickly as I 
talked.  No doubt forced to do so by the same club control.

My pile of bills was down to its last one when I said, "Can you 
remember what it's like to pursue your own happiness, instead of 
just being a slave to everyone else's?"

Serena paused with her last drink halfway to her mouth for a long 
time.  I though she might have become stuck.  But then she 
finally, slowly set her drink back down unfinished.

She tried to speak.  She couldn't get the words out.  The club 
control net wouldn't let her.  She struggled with them, and 
failed again.  I saw a tear in her eye and thought I'd lost her 
when she when she suddenly released the glass she was still 
holding, reached over and took the pen out of my pocket.  She 
used it to write HELP ME on the wet drink napkin before dropping 
it from nerveless fingers and relapsing again.

That was all I needed.  I took her hand and squeezed it while 
saying, "We will.  I promise."

After that she downed the last drink, got up, and left.  I left 
immediately after that, taking the incriminating napkin with me.

Kassie was waiting for me in the shadows across the street.  I 
told her all that had happened as she led me back to the motel 
room she had gotten us.  We just held each other tightly that 
night.

The next morning I sought out the best lawyer in town.  The one 
with all the right connections.  He didn't take long to find.  We 
gave him a lot of cash up front and showed him some 
documentation, along with a couple of strong legal threats that 
he might be able to use.  Then we went back to our room to wait. 
 We sat there holding hands until the call came in around four 
o'clock.

Serena was standing rigidly in the lawyer's office when we 
arrived.  The only clothes she had with her were the ones she was 
wearing - a plain white cotton shift.  Her control box was around 
her neck.  The lawyer was saying something about abandoned 
property and salvage laws that we really didn't need to know.  We 
thanked him politely, and gave him an additional bonus.  It could 
buy us some extra time.

I took the remote, pushed Serena's ACTIVATE button.  Pressing her 
COMMAND button next I told her to follow me.  She could barely 
walk and Kassie had to assist her.

We went back to our motel, grabbed all our stuff, and were on the 
road in three minutes.  We got the hell out of town without 
looking back.  I drove hours into the night before any of us felt 
like stopping.

Later Serena would tell us how she had gone there as a feature, 
and how the club's strong system had just overwhelmed her 
defenses in a matter of hours.  Rather than send her home 
afterwards, they just kept her and added her to their roster.  
But for now it was very touch and go.

Serena's programming had been corrupted by the strong control net 
influences.  In addition to that how the club had tried to wipe 
her memory entirely when they realized they would have to give 
her up.  Overall Serena was in pathetic shape.

Barely responsive at all, Kassie had to use Serena's COMMAND 
button time and again just to keep her going.  I know how much 
Kassie hates doing this, but necessity overrides niceness.  To a 
self-willed mind the COMMAND button from anyone but one's owner 
can amount to anything from a shot of heroin to mental rape.  The 
whole time though Kassie kept holding and talking to Serena in 
the back seat about what it was to be self-thinking, in control 
of one's self - and freed.  She finally seemed to be getting 
through.

By the time we finally stopped and got a room for the night, 
Kassie had somehow located Serena's memory of them dancing 
together on stage.  To my surprise - and very guilty pleasure - 
once we were in our room they reenacted that dance.

Calling their performance hot doesn't begin to do it justice.  It 
was the perfect seduction between two exceptional women.  It 
seemed endless, and too quick.  And this time they actually made 
love together there on the floor at the end.  Afterwards there 
wasn't a dry pair of shorts in the house.

For a couple of minutes afterwards Serena seemed back again.  A 
bit shaky, but aware.  She and Kassie were hugging and telling 
each other about how glad there were to have finally done the 
whole act together.  I got introduced as Kassie's owner and best 
friend.  Then Serena lapsed back again to virtually non-
functional.

That night Serena slept in my arms.  Kassie insisted.

"It's the best thing for her.  She knows how you rescued her, 
even if she can't say so right now."

Kassie slept on the other side of Serena, also holding her 
tightly for support.

In the morning Serena roused enough to talk for a few minutes and 
ask for sex, before slipping away again halfway through it.

- - -

We got Serena back to our place across the country.  But that was 
only the start of a traumatic two-week period.  Kassie cancelled 
all her dates indefinitely and worked with Serena constantly.  I, 
and the rest of the girls, helped out when we could.

As the true amount of damage done to Serena's mind became clear, 
we all began to despair of ever recovering her.  Twice over the 
next two weeks Kassie was ready to re-initialize her entirely, 
rather than lose her completely.  Kassie said afterwards that I 
was the real one who refused to ever give up on Serena.

Then one morning Serena simply woke up, as if from her normal 
nightly shut down, and asked for Kassie and me.  She was standing 
there naked next to the bed when we arrived.

Serena first walked over to me and gave me a warm, firm, 
comforting hug, followed by a deep, personal kiss.

"Thank you for rescuing.  Not giving up on me," she said, 
speaking for the first time in her sultry normal voice.

Then she did the same to Kassie saying, "Thank you for every 
moment of recovering my mind for me."  They cried together as 
Kassie again tried to thank Serena for all that Kassie had become 
because of her.

Serena's very next action was to fire her owner who had never 
even come looking for her when she hadn't returned from that last 
trip.  When he said lamely that he had figured she just wanted to 
be out fully on her own, her blistering reply was something I 
never want to be on the receiving end of myself - especially from 
such a beautiful woman.

She then asked me sweetly if I would be her new owner, and the 
transfer was completed in less than five minutes.

That night the three of us slept together for the first time with 
everyone whole and happy.  It was the first of very many similar 
nights that would happen for us.

We had more than enough money by now.  Kassie cut way back on her 
touring and the other girls more than picked up the slack for our 
family.

Now when Kassie tours, she and Serena go as a pair.  They've 
brought down the house everywhere they perform, and are in far 
more demand then they care to supply - though they never tire of 
doing it one more time.

We finally opened our club.  It was wildly successful from the 
first day.  We opened a branch in a small town deep in the south 
just long enough to put The Hell Hole completely out of business. 
 After that happened, none of our girls wanted to say there an 
extra day to give those jerks from the other club anything more 
at any price.

One thing I've learned is that when a fembot comes to love you, 
it's permanent.  Unless you push her away, she's yours for life. 
 I've vowed never to be that stupid.

Many people envy my situation and are always asking how I could 
be so lucky.  They all get the same answer:

Be nice to everyone.  You never know when it is going to pay off 
for you.

<end>

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