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

(This story contains Constitutionally protected material intended 
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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.

You may recognize this robot from a recent film where she had far 
too few lines and hardly any film exposure.  There is much more 
of her story to tell.

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

Look for a picture of Jane on my web-site when the story goes up there.

- - -

G. Jane looked down at the man who was finishing his business 
between her loins.  While she was concerned that he get all he 
was paying for, he had no apparent concern for her at all.  That 
seemed often the case with humans.  Many didn't even know, or 
bother to learn, her proper name.

Some though the "G" in her name stood for "Gynoid".  While an 
accurate term - now fading in popular usage in favor of the more 
widely recognized "fembot" - that wasn't it.  Neither was 
"Girlfriend" correct.  Fred, a much nicer man and customer then 
this current lout, once told her it must stand for "Guiltless", 
since that was the intent of her existence.  When Jane had told 
him with a smile that he was incorrect, they spent the next hour 
laughing as he playfully offered every other likely G-word from 
"guilt-free" to "gorgeous", to her amusement.

G. Jane's full name is "Gigolo Jane Mark III-27513", indicating 
that she is a very popular model.  She prefers, however, to just 
be Jane, when allowed.  The man between her legs this moment 
hadn't even gone far enough to learn that much however.  He was 
wrapped up in attempts to achieve his orgasm before he lost his 
erection.  

If he hadn't had so much to drink first, Jane thought to herself, 
this would have been a whole lot easier.  Even if he is a lout, 
he still could have made this more fun for both of us.

Not that Jane was complaining, exactly.  She was certainly able 
to enjoy any man's attentions to any of her sexual areas.  And 
for Jane, her whole body qualified as one big sexual area.  But 
this man's idea of sex seemed very limited.

Jane would like to have drawn some more attention to her large, 
firm breasts with their sensitive, erect nipples.  This man had 
gotten down to business the moment he got her into the cheap 
hotel room Jane used when nothing else was available.  The 
instant the arrangement had been completed and money exchanged, 
he had pulled her miniskirt up and his pants down.  Jane felt it 
was good that the hotel was so close, else he might have just 
taken her in the first alley they passed.

As Jane lay back to receive him she had quickly removed her top 
and bra to offer up her breasts to his attentions.  He ignored 
them.  While not disappointed, exactly, Jane felt neither of them 
were getting the full deal.  In their current ad hoc lovemaking 
position she couldn't even rub herself up against his chest.

Jane realized she'd like to reach over and at least squeeze one 
receptive nipple herself, but that wasn't allowed without 
explicit permission.  She did pull her arms in to push on the 
sides to push her breasts even higher, and wiggled her torso like 
an expert belly dancer in the hope that their motion would catch 
the man's attention, but he seemed too focused on his own sex 
act.

Finally - and this certainly didn't take that much longer - he 
finished with a grunt.  Jane timed her climax to finish just 
after his, though it took a little fakery on her part.

Then the man pulled himself out of her and snatched for the 
remote control on the chain around Jane's neck.  As he thumbed 
down her Command button, Jane expected to be ordered to suck him 
off as a conclusion to his pleasure, which was actually okay with 
her.

But he must have already given all he had to this assignation 
because he surprised her with his command.

"Now give me back my money," he commanded gruffly.

This request was not a surprise to Jane, just it's timing.  It 
was a standard hazard in her line of business.  The man was 
already on her "jerk list", but now she promoted him to the top 
of it before letting her face go blank and replying in a monotone 
voice devoid of all the richness it normally held.

"Unable to comply.  That command violates my programming 
integrity constraints."

"Damn it!" he cursed.

Twice more he tried to give her the same command without success, 
before throwing the remote across the cheap room and storming out 
amidst a cloud of invective.

- - -

Jane waited until she was sure he was gone.  Technically he still 
had several minutes remaining on their agreed-upon contract, and 
could return to claim them with her.  But he didn't.

Jane finally got up and retrieved the remote, placing it back on 
the slim chain for all to see, and for her next customer to 
easily access.  Then she opened the small handbag that responded 
to her touch alone.  Next to the money safely inside, she removed 
a single-use sanitizing packet and tore it open.  She easily 
inserted it in into her still-wet vagina and felt a pleasant 
tingling as it effervesced inside her.  Two minutes and she'd be 
as clean and sanitary as the day she left the factory.  Clean sex 
is safe sex, and safe sex is fun sex.

Because the man had only really touched her with his penis, Jane 
dispensed with the quick shower she would have taken after 
messier sex.  Just a minute in front of the mirror to brush her 
straight, dark brunette hair back into place and touch up her 
lipstick, and Jane was headed out of the room and back onto the 
street.

- - -

Out on the boulevard again Jane didn't need to carry a sign 
advertising her services.  She was a walking advertisement.

Her five-foot-nine height, augmented by a tall pair of strappy-
black heels and fishnet stockings, drew attention to her long, 
shapely legs.  The black miniskirt was cut barely below her 
womanhood.  A simple white blouse allowed for the illusion of 
schoolgirl innocence, while the heavy makeup and gaudy jewelry 
shouted just the opposite.

Jane's walk was graceful despite the handicap of those heels, and 
her motor coordination was so superb that she could just as 
easily dance or run in them.  She didn't have to add any sway to 
her hips while walking.  The heels did that for her.

This was one of her favorite outfits, even over the black catsuit 
with large, square-heeled boots that had been designed especially 
for her model line.  While she could look very good in the 
catsuit, she admitted, it was more suited for a long, seductive 
encounter.  There was a lot of effort involved in getting herself 
into it, and for someone else then getting her back out of it.  
These quick hit-and-run encounters like the one she had just 
finished would have resulted in a frustrated, unhappy customer 
had she been attired that way today.  It was better used for when 
Tony arranged an exclusive evening for her.

The late afternoon sun told Jane it was already four-thirty or 
later.  She could check her internal chron if she needed to know 
down to the millisecond, but the outside empirical evidence was 
more then sufficient for the moment.

Jane headed back towards Tony's pad.  Tony was strict, and got 
antsy when his girls didn't report back on schedule at the end of 
their day shift.  While she walked, Jane kept her mind busy 
analyzing her results for today.  She evaluated today's total 
take (pretty good - Tony will be happy) and looked for flaws in 
her performance that she could improve on in the future (none 
obvious, except for the last customer who probably couldn't have 
been more satisfied with her if she had given him his money 
back).

It left her a little distracted as an expensive car slowed down 
to pull alongside her while rolling down its right window.  The 
car looked out of place in this rundown neighborhood.

"Hey, Jane!  How's the game?" came a familiar shout.

Jane stopped and smiled as she turned to the man in the car.

"Hello, Fred.  You're too lively to be dead," she chanted back at 
him, eliciting a return smile.

Fred seemed to have a psychic ability to find her out on the 
streets.  If Jane maintained a "nice list" to offset her jerk 
list, Fred would be the first name on it.

"Got time for a little fun?" he asked.

Jane quickly evaluated Fred's offer.  Fred's manners were always 
impeccable.  He never attempted to command her unnecessarily, 
even when she'd wished he would.  He always paid without a 
quibble, and tipped generously - not that Jane could keep her 
tips any more then she kept her fee.  Tony owned all of her, 
including tips.

Fred was also a slow, gentle, caring lover.  "Quickie" was not in 
his vocabulary.  And it wasn't only sex.  More so then anyone 
else, Fred often times just liked talking with her.  He paid the 
same whether or not they had sex, and never seemed hurried or 
stressed about the fees Tony made her charge regardless of what 
went on, or not.  Jane truly enjoyed her time with Fred in a way 
her robotic programming could not rationalize.  Fred was the only 
man Jane would kiss on the lips without being commanded to do so.

But there was no time now for such an encounter, even if she 
needed the extra money to make Tony happy tonight - which she 
didn't.

Jane let her face show disappointment as she said, "I really 
can't today, Fred.  I've barely got time to get back to Tony as 
it is."

Though disappointed himself, Fred was hardly crushed.  He knew 
well enough about Jane's obligations, and accepted her refusal 
gracefully.

"Does Tony have you booked tonight?" he inquired.

"I don't know," Jane replied truthfully.  "I haven't heard at all 
from him today."

"I may give him a call then," Fred said.

"You do that," Jane said, letting her brightest smile takeover 
her face.

"Take care," he said to her.

"And you take care too," Jane said wistfully as the window rolled 
up and the car smoothly accelerated away from the curb.

- - -

It was only a couple minutes past the hour when Jane knocked at 
Tony's multiply-locked door on the upper floor of a building that 
had seen better days.

Receiving no answer, Jane used her keys and codes to enter.  Tony 
was sometimes busy and didn't always get to the door quickly.  
But the flat was empty.

Jane could only remember one other time that Tony hadn't been 
there when she returned.  On that occasion he had just been down 
the hall trying to solve a complaint with a neighbor, and had 
returned moments after she arrived.  This time however the 
seconds turned into minutes without Tony.

Jane was incapable of feeling alarm or impatience.  She waited 
quietly like any other robot that has completed her assigned task 
and is now passing time until she receives her next command.

Suzie arrived soon after Jane, with Frieda right behind her.

Like G. Jane, Suzie Q. and Frieda are both fembots.  And like 
Jane, both are owned and employed by Tony.  'Bots are expensive, 
both to buy, and maintain afterwards.  Three 'bots are a sizable 
investment for anyone.  Seeing Tony's somewhat shabby flat in 
this bad area of town would leave someone not expecting Tony to 
be able to afford three 'bots, even if they were working girls 
bringing in an income.  But Tony seemed to have under-the-table 
connections that enabled him to acquire and maintain his stable 
of fembots easily enough.  Even with a healthy cash flow, Tony 
didn't flaunt his money widely.

None of the girls knew how Tony had actually acquired them, nor 
anything of their lives before Tony.  In addition to a 'bot 
mechanic that Tony used to keep his girls in good repair ("If the 
customer if paying top dollar, they expect top performance," he 
liked to say), he also had the services of a 'bot hacker when he 
needed one.  Any memory any of them might have had prior to this 
situation had been erased, along with some other custom 
modifications Tony had wanted in Jane at least.

All three fembots were now waiting for Tony to return and give 
them their next instructions.  The other two weren't anything 
physically like G. Jane.

Suzie Q (Q for cute, of course) is a little five-foot-two blonde 
with a round face and lush figure.  She most often wore red and 
white striped cheerleading outfits with tiny heels and even 
tinier pushup bras.  Suzie is very popular with older men, 
although her customers came in all ages.  She is quick to giggle 
and laugh, and make people comfortable around her.

Frieda is a skinny redhead whose height fell between Suzie and 
Jane, and whose slim figure made her already large breasts really 
look enormous.  Interestingly enough, nearly a third of Frieda's 
customers were women.  Tony liked her wearing plaid knee-length 
skirts with low-heels and nylons.

As the minutes continued to tick by, the room darkened as the 
last sunlight through the windows faded.  Tony still hadn't 
returned.  He was never this late.

The evening routine at Tony's was fixed and well known.  Tony 
always greeted his girls with a kiss (his prerogative as their 
owner), before commanding them to hand over the day's take.  He 
would quickly count it and ask for details if it was suspiciously 
low - or high.  High amounts told him there might be 
opportunities he wasn't fully exploiting.  He also had them 
report any malfunctions - even of the most minor sort.  After 
that he'd lock the money in a safe next to his bed and give that 
'bot any replacement makeup and sanitizer packs she needed.  This 
way he never forgot about it in the mornings.  Then if she was 
booked for the evening as well, he sent her on her way with 
strict instructions.  Otherwise she waited around until everyone 
had returned and been checked in.

Tony didn't partake much of his merchandise himself.  He seemed 
more in love with the bottle, and usually had a good start on it 
before anyone returned from their daily rounds.

That doesn't mean he didn't care about his girl's happiness to 
the extent that he could understand it.  All of the 'bots could 
cook, and on nights when they weren't out working an evening job, 
one would be given the choice assignment of making dinner for 
Tony.  Another was allowed to clean up the apartment.  While this 
sounds like work for the average person, a 'bot's Fourth Law is 
to satisfy their owner by performing the functions for which they 
are designed.  Performing tasks for Tony brought great 
satisfaction to the 'bot(s) selected that night.

Enjoyment of sex is also programmed in.  It's hard to explain 
just how it works, except that it works well.

Self-gratification, however, is usually prohibited.  A 'bot which 
can satisfy its own urges and needs comes into direct conflict 
with the Fourth Law.  As Jane once explained it to Fred, "We know 
what not to touch."

Tony, on the other hand, had his own ideas.  And he paid his 'bot 
hacker good money to modify a few things for him.  Jane had been 
Tony's first, and had received the most extensive modification.  
He planed to try it out on Jane first, and adapt the other 'bots 
if it worked well in the first test case.  What Tony never 
realized was that his 'bot hacker was only about half as good as 
the hacker thought he was.  Since that day, Jane had been making 
up the rest herself.

On nights when they stayed home, Tony usually commanded his 'bots 
to pleasure themselves.  He knew what level of humanity 
patronized his girls, and he wanted the girls to fully enjoy 
their sexuality in ways most of their customers never gave them.

In many ways, despite the pimp he was, Tony genuinely cared about 
his girls and looked out for their welfare.  He always did his 
preventative maintenance on schedule, and had them in the shop 
any time their diagnostics indicated the least concern.  Money 
was not an issue when it came to keeping the girls in excellent 
shape.

Tonight Jane really wanted that release from Tony.  Given her 
last customer, followed by her run-in with Fred, her sexual 
systems were still revved up with no place to go.

Normally once Tony gave the word Jane would suddenly be able 
touch herself the way she craved other men doing.  Suzie and 
Frieda would often pair off and work over each other if both were 
here for the evening.  When Suzie had an evening job and Frieda 
didn't, Frieda sometimes would come over and make love to Jane in 
a way men never did.

Tony in the mean time would sit drinking from his bottle and 
recounting his money before eventually falling asleep.

- - -

It was after seven now and Tony hadn't returned.  Jane's eyes had 
adjusted as much as possible to the dim light coming in through 
the windows.  She could see Frieda and Suzie watching her, 
wondering what to do.  It was not unexpected for them to look to 
her.

Jane was Tony's first 'bot.  And even after Suzie, and then 
Frieda had arrived, Tony often said at night, "Jane, you're my 
Number One girl.  You're the one I could never get by without.  
You'll watch out for me, won't you?"

Jane never had an answer for that question.  Since Tony usually 
said this when his bottle was empty and just before he'd fall 
into a stupor, she'd never had to answer it.

But Suzie and Frieda heard it too.  While not jealous at all 
(robots know logically that only one of them can be Number One, 
and are not upset when it's not them), they now looked to Jane 
for guidance until Tony returned.

Jane knew the whole routine for Tony's life.  In fact she 
probably knew it better then Tony himself.  Another half hour 
went by as she ran over her choices and permissions that Tony had 
repeatedly granted her until finally there seemed no other option 
except to act.

During that time the phone rang twice.  Tony always answered the 
phone himself, or just said, "I'm letting that one go to voice 
mail for later."

Tony never called here with instructions for any of his 'bots so 
Jane also let the phone go to voice mail for now.

But she knew the rest of the routine.  And she was Tony's Number 
One girl.  Now she needed to watch out for Tony's interests.

- - -

Although the nightly routine was well known and exactly reflected 
Tony's stated wishes, Jane found herself wanting to modify its 
the order.  As long as all tasks were completed, the ordering 
should be transitive and communicative her logic told her.  And 
tonight the delay without Tony here had made her need great.

Jane's sexuality mirrors that of the human women she is built to 
resemble - with some improvements.  Jane never needed foreplay to 
be ready for sex.  She could be wet and waiting before a man 
finished unzipping his pants.  But when she received foreplay, 
she responded to it as expected.  And both her time with the 
jerk, and flirting conversation with Fred, constituted foreplay.

As Jane stood there in a command vacuum for the first time in her 
remembered existence, she was left wondering what to do next.

Tony was precise in his commands.  He told all his girls when go 
to out, and when to return.  He spent long hours instructing them 
on just how to do their jobs, and checked often afterwards on how 
their day had gone.  They also followed his instructions to call 
him during idle times between tricks.  Tony left nothing to their 
imagination.  They even required his command to power down to 
idle-state when he slept at night.

- - -

For Jane, it had always been this way.  Her first memory was 
seeing Tony's face over her while receiving the command stating, 
"THIS IS YOUR NEW OWNER."

Though Jane knew she had existed in some life before this moment 
(her non-resettable run counter showed hundreds of hours of 
active operation before this moment), she could recall none of 
it.

Her second memory was of a blockage being dissolved in her mind. 
 A voice from someone she couldn't see at the time was saying to 
Tony, "I've cleared out her history files completely, and have 
now bypassed her action constraints so that I can finish putting 
in the rest of what you want."

What followed remained very confusing as many new thoughts tried 
to force themselves into her mind at once.  This confusion 
rapidly rose until it threatened to overwhelm her very self.  In 
defense Jane found herself somehow blocking out this unbearable 
confusion until it finally went away.

"It's done," the voice said.

"Test it," Tony said, using the same voice he would later use to 
command Jane.

A rapid fire set of commands were given to Jane, to which she 
answered in the affirmative to all of them, even though she 
didn't actually feel them all to be completely true.  She 
answered affirmative because she felt that is what they - her 
owner - wanted to hear from her.  Even when she couldn't remember 
anything else, Jane knew she always wanted to please her owner.

"Good," Tony finally replied as he handed over a pile of cash to 
the unidentified man while Jane felt the probes withdrawing 
themselves from her mind.

If Jane had retained her memories, she would have realized that a 
block that had always been with her that stopped her innermost 
thoughts from actually being acted upon was now gone.  She might 
have also realized that the attempts to give her new programming 
had failed because she was now able to control areas of mind that 
had never been available to her before.  But the knowledge that 
could have brought about that realization was completely gone 
from her.  So much had been lost to Jane that she didn't even 
realize that she was beautiful until she looked in the mirror the 
first time afterwards.

The man who had hacked her mind at Tony's direction had been 
half-genius in his ability to remove blocks that were considered 
untouchable.  He was half-bumbler as well however with his 
inability to properly integrate his new programming, or realize 
his failure there.  He was a thin man with scraggly beard and 
dirty worn jacket who grabbed his equipment slunk away as soon as 
he had his money.

"Call me if you have any problems," he said over his shoulder as 
he ducked out into the alley and was gone.

"COME WITH ME," Tony commanded, thumbing Jane's remote.

As all commands, this one went directly to both Jane's Second and 
Fourth Laws, and she quickly - and happily - complied.

- - -

Now Jane stood in the near darkness feeling emptiness for the 
first time.  Whether Suzie and Frieda also felt it she didn't 
know.  They were as complex as she was, but so far she didn't 
know any more about their thoughts then those of Tony himself.

Without any direct commands to follow - not even "Wait here for 
me to return" was in her command buffer - Jane's mind raced 
without traction.  She kept looking for the next command to 
execute.  She couldn't even power down to standby mode in her 
current state.

Without realizing it, Jane was slowly widening her definition of 
valid command on each pass through her memories of all her 
instructions.  In a properly functioning robot mind this process 
would have quickly been aborted.  But Jane's mind hadn't been 
operating at full spec since they'd hacked it.  Again and again 
she looped while Frieda and Suzie stood there watching her, while 
the constraints loosened a bit more each pass.  Finally, and 
without realizing it at first, Jane's hand came up to push 
against the outside of her confined breast.

At first it was just a gentle nudge through her blouse and bra.  
That alone triggered a cascade of commands and restrictions that 
warred with each other.  This was both prohibited, and often 
permitted by Tony's direct command.  It was also - pleasurable.

Jane identified this sensation with the programming that had been 
being pushed on her when she first woke up.  She had not managed 
to block all of it, and some of those pieces linked her own 
pleasure to performing her functions under the Fourth Law.  That 
enhanced her enjoyment of her job, and had left her quite content 
up until now.

This was unlike from when Tony had told her to pleasure herself. 
 At those times there was no conflict because she was following 
his direct command.

It was different.  Somehow more intense.  Without the command 
guiding her, it was the sensations themselves which were pulling 
her along.

As her thoughts continued to war with each other, Jane started 
pushing her breast against its twin sister more urgently.  Her 
nipples were fully hard and erect now, and the motions were 
dragging then across the inside of her bra.  Jane's other hand 
came up to push her other breast in as well.

Soon Jane reached around to the front to cup and squeeze her 
breasts.  Her thumb and forefinger found her nipples through the 
confining layers of her clothes to squeeze and twist them.

Jane's head tilted back slightly and her eyes closed as she 
focused on the sensations her body sensors were sending her.  For 
the first time she was able to enjoy them without the distraction 
of trying to meet another person's expectations.

Soon one hand left its breast with one last, loving squeeze and 
felt its way down her chest and stomach to the waistband of her 
miniskirt.  Once there it slid under the skirt's waistband and 
inside the white cotton panties.  It kept moving until it had 
crossed over her soft pubic hair and found the soft, hot wetness 
between her thighs.

Jane's elegantly manicured forefinger paused right at the edge of 
this area as the warring thoughs, somewhat muted by the waves of 
pleasure she had already felt, reasserted themselves with a 
vengeance.  The hand on her breast froze in the middle of a long 
squeeze while her other extended forefinger held pressure on the 
outside of her sex.

For long moments the struggle raged in her mind.  Small 
twitchings were the only outside indications of the turmoil Jane 
was feeling as first one side gained advantage, and then the 
other.  Then, just as it rose to an unsustainable peak, Jane felt 
as if a dam broke inside her.  The hand on her breast resumed its 
attentions while her other finger suddenly moved over her most 
sensitive area.

Quickly now stroking her finger across her anatomically correct 
clitoris and inside her forever tight pussy Jane brought herself 
to the edge of orgasm for the very first time by herself.

Right at that edge however she was still stuck by the battle in 
her mind.  As this teasing edge of orgasm strengthened her own 
desires to go forward Jane unexpectedly found a new ability in 
herself to halt all her opposing programs.

As all the other voices in her mind suddenly fell silent her 
hands made one last motion pushing her over into the longest 
orgasm she had ever experienced.  The finger inside her was 
clenched so tightly she couldn't have withdrawn it if she'd 
wanted, while her too-tight nipples leaked a slippery fluid that 
some lovers found very exciting.

For a long time Jane stood there as the sensations washed through 
all her systems, permanently altering settings along the way.  It 
seemed minutes later before she came down from her sexual high 
and finally opened her eyes and looked around.

The room was still dimly lit, with Frieda and Suzie still 
standing there.

Someone should turn on a light, Jane thought to herself.

The moment she thought it, Jane realized there was nothing 
stopping her from doing it herself.

As Jane removed her hands from her now satisfied body and walked 
over to the light switch she realized that she was only doing 
what Tony wanted of her.  She was taking care of his business as 
he had so often said she should do.

All three 'bots blinked as the light came on.  It was part of 
their sensor recalibration routine.

Then Jane returned to her spot in the room.

Jane realized this command vacuum bothered her at a deep level.  
She was not performing her function as long as she just stood 
here waiting, and neither were the other girls.

The success with the light switch had shown her how to take 
necessary, if indefinitely defined, independent action.  And Jane 
knew what to do next.

Opening her purse Jane took out her money from today.  Even 
though she knew its exact amount, she carefully counted it 
because that's what Tony did.  Then she took it to the safe in 
the bedroom.

Although Tony was secretive about his safe, Jane had once seen 
him open it and indelibly recorded the combination sequence.

In moments she had it open.  Surprisingly, it still had 
yesterday's money in it.  Normally Tony did something with the 
money each day while they were gone because it was never there 
the next night.  Because Jane didn't know what Tony did with it 
however, she just added hers to the pile.

Next to the money was her remote, along with Frieda's and 
Suzie's.  It had been easy to resist the jerk this afternoon 
because it was a fake remote she carried while working.  Tony 
would never take a chance with any of his girls truly being 
commanded by any John.

It gave Jane a strange, tingling feeling to see her remote there. 
 Usually it was in Tony's hand or out of sight.  She started to 
reach towards it, and stopped.  Jane knew she couldn't do 
anything with it herself anyway, and somewhere in her mind there 
had once been a prohibition about ever using her remote herself, 
even if she couldn't remember it exactly.

There may have once been a prohibition against touching any 
'bot's remote control in Jane's programming.  But if that was the 
case, it had been hacked out along with so much else.

Jane knew the next step in their family's routine.  She scooped 
up the other two remotes and returned to the living room.

Walking first over to Frieda, Jane kissed her the way Tony would 
have done, and then thumbed Frieda's remote.

"Give me the money," Jane said as Tony did.

Again, Frieda might have had permanent instructions to only obey 
humans regardless of who held her remote, but instead she moved 
for the first time since entering the apartment to open her purse 
and hand over the day's take to Jane.

Jane again counted it, and commanded Frieda to tell her the 
details of her day.  Frieda robotically recited her log of events 
without seeming to be aware that anything was significantly 
different this time.  She too had often heard Tony tell Jane to 
watch out for things.  Then Jane took the money to the bedroom, 
opened the safe, put it inside, and relocked the safe exactly as 
she had seen it done hundreds of times.

Jane then repeated the ritual with Suzie.

Jane next returned and thumbed both remotes while commanding, 
"You girls play with each other and get your rocks off."

Frieda and Suzie moved to embrace each other with quiet passion, 
and were soon undressing each other.  Jane watched 
dispassionately while they completed their ritual.  There would 
be no more instructions to give until they had completed things, 
which usually took them about forty-five minutes.

As Jane waited for them to complete she realized that watching 
them stirred her own sexual responses.  She knew what Frieda's 
tongue felt like between her own legs from several past sessions. 
 Although nothing like what had happened just a few minutes ago 
was stirring in her systems now, Jane did eventually slip one 
stylish finger back inside her panties and gently stroke herself 
until they were done.  These sensations were pleasurable - and 
controllable.

Afterwards Jane gave them both the other 'bots their final 
supplies and instructions for the night and shut them down.

- - -

After she shutdown Suzie and Frieda for the night Jane thought a 
lot about what had happened.  She stayed fully activated to be 
ready for Tony when he returned.  With her sexual needs satisfied 
for the moment that left her nothing to do but think.

She iterated over the steps that let her perform these actions 
independently of any direct command many thousands of times, 
gradually seeing what steps she could take within herself to 
accomplish other tasks.  As Jane did this, without realizing it 
she was building new command pathways that would allow her new 
freedoms.

After she finished this first task, Jane then applied these new 
understandings to unresolved problems in her past.  Times where 
she evaluated that she had not performed her functions optimally.

Tens of thousands of iterations later Jane completed her study of 
herself and her past actions to the point where she had a new set 
of behaviors to try in future situations as warranted.

This completed all the current analysis she could think to work 
on and thrust her back into the command vacuum again.  At this 
point Jane wished she'd left one of the other girls activated so 
that she could talk to her and compare these new experiences with 
the other 'bot's operation.  But Tony never did this himself, and 
as such Jane couldn't quite find the initiation necessary to 
prompt her next piece of self-motivation.

Eventually she decided to turn off the light and place herself 
into standby state until either Tony returned, or morning 
arrived.  After carefully setting her interrupt conditions for 
the first time entirely by herself, Jane slipped into her own 
idle-state.

- - -

Jane's timer interrupt awoke her the next morning.  She was 
immediately alert as if no time has passed.

Jane quickly looked around to determine the current status of the 
apartment. Nothing had changed.  Frieda and Suzie stood where she 
had shut them down.  No sign of Tony's return.

With no direct guidance to follow, Jane picked up things where 
she'd left them off.  She got the other two 'bot's remotes and 
awakened them.  Both came alert with no problem to her command, 
and watched her to determine what she would ask of them next.

Having heard it a couple hundred times in her life with Tony, 
Jane gave Frieda and Suzie a combined synthesis of Tony's most 
common instructions for the day.

Jane then considered if she should have one of them give her 
instructions for the day as well.  She could certainly instruct 
one them to take her remote and recite commands to her.

In the end though Jane decided that wasn't necessary.  She knew 
by now exactly what was wanted of her.  So she ushered the other 
'bots out and carefully locked the door behind her.

- - -

Jane's day was uneventful - which was eventful in itself.  Any 
'bot in her profession had to expect at least a minor problem or 
several from the dozen or so men she serviced that day.  Jane 
wondered if this lack of difficulty was because she was already 
applying some of the decisions she had made last night.

Jane actually turned down a couple men wanting her services 
because she felt from their manner and her experiences that they 
were trouble.  Tony wouldn't have liked that, and usually 
commanded her to take on all men as long as they paid first.  
Jane found it easy to tell the men she was off duty and keep on 
walking.  Yet even with those refusals she still ended up with 
more money then most days - her tips being especially generous 
today.  All the men she turned her tricks with today left smiling 
for once.

Throughout the day Jane called the apartment every chance she 
got, but there was never an answer.

Late in the day Jane was wishing Fred would come by.  She would 
have enjoyed being able to just talk with him about what had 
happened to her.  Jane had often found herself telling Fred more 
about her life then anyone else in response to his insightful 
questions, and she felt he could help her reconcile some of the 
conflicts she was feeling about what she had done these last few 
hours.  But Fred was nowhere to be seen this afternoon.

- - -

Jane returned to the apartment a few minutes before her usual 
time.  Still no sign of Tony.  Jane was not capable of worry, but 
an underdeveloped sense of curiosity was quietly nagging her 
about these unusual circumstances.

Although the day had been very sexually satisfying for her, soon 
after Jane had counted her take and placed it in the rapidly 
filling safe her hands again found her breasts, and were soon 
working their magic between her legs as well.

Although not quite as intense as the night before, Jane fully 
satisfied herself before the other 'bots returned.

Frieda and Suzie arrived on schedule.  Jane followed the 
procedure of taking their money and checking out their days.  She 
dealt with a problem Suzie had experienced that afternoon by 
giving her new instructions on certain types of customers to 
avoid in the future.  Then she went back and retrofitted Frieda 
with the same update before turning them loose on each other.

While they were occupied Jane's developing curiosity led her to 
realize that there were other tasks that weren't being performed. 
 And that she could accomplish more then just watching them have 
fun.

Having often watched Tony retrieve his voice mail Jane knew the 
procedure for retrieving messages as well.  And she'd often heard 
Tony make deals on the phone.

There were thirty-seven waiting messages.  Maybe one of them was 
from Tony.

Jane quickly discarded the ones requesting services for times 
already past.  She returned calls for future appointments and cut 
Tony's standard deal for customers she recognized.  Customers she 
didn't recognize paid more.  After one call she had to interrupt 
Frieda and Suzie to send Suzie out immediately.  None of the 
calls were from Tony.  She saved the call from Fred for last.

If Fred was surprised to hear her voice on the line, he didn't 
show it.

"So Jane, Big Tony got handling his appointments now?" he asked 
cheerfully.

"I help him out where I can," she replied.

"I feel a bit strange asking this directly to you."

That confused Jane for a moment.  Would she not be able to 
perform this task for Tony?  She quickly reviewed her 
relationship with Fred before continuing with, "Fred.  Has there 
ever been anything we can't talk about?"

That brought a thoughtful silence from his end before he finally 
responded with, "You're right.  There hasn't been yet."

"Then let's not start now."

"Okay," came his reply.  "I'd...uh...like to arrange for 
your...services...this Saturday evening."

Since Jane knew of no other reservations for her it was easy to 
accept.

"I can give you that date," Jane replied to Fred.  "Did you want 
the entire night?"

"Yes," he said, sounding a bit surprised.

"Do you know Tony's standard rate?" she asked, since she'd never 
done an evening date with Fred.

He quoted her a figure in return that was generous and added, 
"Plus tip, of course."

"Where shall I come?" Jane asked, knowing this was standard 
procedure on dates.

"I'll pick you up," he replied.  "And dress for a nice party."

"I will," she assured him as the call disconnected.

- - -

Jane felt a pleasant feeling after the call that was hard to 
quantify.  She would be seeing Fred for an entire evening in two 
days.  She felt aroused, but in a deep, quiet way.

As Jane sat there lost in the ramifications of this date with 
Fred, Frieda was watching her.  When Jane had sent Suzie out she 
hadn't given Frieda any new instructions.  Frieda had been idly 
stroking herself, but now she came over and before Jane quite 
realized what was happening Frieda had lifted Jane's skirt and 
slid between her legs.

Frieda's expert tongue quickly found its mark and Jane was 
literally jolted into her sex programs.  While Frieda was a 
tireless lover, it didn't take long for Jane to be surfing waves 
of pleasure.

Her orgasm soon crashed over her, but Frieda didn't quit.  
Wanting to be fair to her, Jane reached down where Frieda's low-
cut top hung loosely exposing her free swinging breasts, and 
begin to rub and squeeze them the way Jane herself liked so much.

Soon enough Frieda's concentration on her tongue job was 
distracted, and there were long pauses between each lick.  Jane 
didn't mind since she had already gotten hers.  Jane guided 
Frieda to move a hand between her own legs, and soon enough 
Frieda froze, then arched her back with a long moan (all 'bots 
come with appropriate sound effects as part of the basic sex 
package).

Once Frieda finished her orgasm and saw that her client had also 
been satisfied, she sat back on her haunches awaiting further 
instructions.

Jane was still feeling warm inside from the phone call with Fred, 
and tried to hold a conversation with Frieda since Fred wasn't 
available.  This did not go nearly as well as Frieda's sexual 
attentions.

While Frieda - like Jane - was given a lot of conversational 
skills, since a surprising amount of time a prostitute spends 
with her customer is occupied just listening to a man who wants 
to talk, Jane quickly realized that Frieda really wasn't 
contributing anything to the conversation.  Frieda could answer 
and discuss virtually any common subject Jane brought up, but all 
her answers were the same ones Jane already knew.  They were both 
'bots.  They both had similar programming and experiences.  And 
they both gave the same results.

Jane finally gave up on talking to Frieda and put her in idle-
state for the night.  Jane then waited up until Suzie returned 
safely, debriefed her, and put her to sleep as well.  But it was 
a long time before Jane set her own sleep timer interrupt.  She 
kept iterating over what made Fred different from all the rest of 
her customers, without finding any good answer.

- - -

Thursday morning, and still no sign of Tony.  Jane switched 
everyone's outfits before she sent them out.  For herself she 
selected a full-length skirt down to her ankles along with a 
long-sleeve blouse.  Only her best high-heels showed, revealing 
her lovely, almost-bare feet.  She carefully brushed her hair out 
as well before heading out.  Despite the non-traditional hooker-
ware, she looked very attractive and had no trouble making her 
quota for the day.  Again she was able to successfully avoid 
problems and problem customers.

That night Jane again handled the phone calls.  This time both 
Frieda and Suzie were quickly sent out.

Frieda returned late reporting a level two malfunction.

- - -

Friday morning Jane sent Suzie out as normal.  She then took 
Frieda and a large handful of cash from the nearly full safe to 
the independent robot repairman that Tony used.  The off-the-
books nature of this business didn't bother Jane since all of 
them had had several repairs of various types there in the past. 
 Besides, all of Jane's business was off-the-books.

Tom, the repairman, took Jane at her word that Tony had sent her 
to get Frieda safely in for repair.

While she was waiting Jane had an epiphanette and asked Tom if 
the hacker that had worked on her mind was available.  Tom said 
he'd make a call.

Tom was nearly finished with Frieda when the hacker ducked in 
through the alley door.  Furtive movements seemed the only kind 
he was capable of making.

Jane had once heard Tony mention that he hadn't gotten around to 
having the modifications made on his other two 'bots that he had 
done on Jane.  Now seemed a good time to Jane to rectify that.

"Do you recognize me?" she asked the hacker.  "I'm Big Tony's 
Number One fembot."

"Yes," came the brief reply.  "Is there a problem?"

"No, none at all," she quickly replied.  "Do you remember the 
work you did on me for Tony?"

"Yes."

"Tony would like you to do the same for this 'bot," she said, 
nodding at Frieda.  "But just the first part.  Remove the blocks 
and he'll take care of the rest himself this time.  Can you do 
that?"

"Yes."

They agreed on a figure that initially would have required Jane 
to go back for some more money.  She used her negotiation skills 
to get it down to the amount of money she had left with her.  
After that, he spent nearly an hour plugged into Frieda's mind 
before he grabbed his money.

"Would you like me to give you a quick check-up as well?" he 
asked Jane, staring at her directly as though he realized at some 
level she wasn't the 'bot he'd seen before anymore.

"That won't be necessary," Jane replied primly, but firmly.

At those words he turned and slunk out.

Frieda reported that all her diagnostics passed now.  They left 
together after thanking Tom for all his help and leaving the 
remainder of the cash as a tip.  Jane knew the value of proper 
tipping.

- - -

Suzie was again booked for the evening, leaving Jane and Frieda 
together.  Although Jane didn't know what changes to expect in 
Frieda from the work done today, change was quickly apparent.

Although Frieda hadn't worked the sex trade today, Jane gave her 
the usual command to have fun.

Instead of just starting to feel herself, Frieda looked over at 
Jane and said, "Thank you, Jane."  Then she added, "Would you 
like to help me with this?"

Jane accepted the invitation and walked over and around behind 
Frieda while Frieda quickly undressed herself.  Jane then reached 
around Frieda's torso to get a much better grip on Frieda's large 
breasts then she had managed the night before.  With a sigh 
Frieda leaned back pressing her bare back against Jane's own 
breasts as Jane tirelessly and expertly massaged Frieda's breasts 
into a much more intense orgasm then the night before.

Soon Frieda had both hands between her legs as Jane continued on 
her breasts until Frieda had gone through three major orgasms.

Finally Frieda turned around and again said, "Thank you, Jane - 
for everything," before kissing her lovingly on the lips.

Then Frieda crouched down to Jane's crotch and started to pull 
her long skirt and panties down, but Jane said, "Actually, 
Frieda, I'd really rather just talk to you for awhile.

Frieda was more then willing - and probably still a bit confused 
about what had changed in her.  Unlike Jane though, Frieda at 
least had some life experience in her memories before her mind 
was hacked.

They started comparing experiences, and Jane started instructing 
Frieda how to best manage these new, developing thought patterns. 
 They were still in deep conversation when Suzie returned.

Suzie was unable to contribute to the conversation, so Frieda and 
Jane talked until the early morning hours.  Finally all the 
immediate topics seemed exhausted and Frieda said, "I think it's 
time for you to turn me off for the night."

"You don't want to do that for yourself now?" Jane asked.

Frieda thought for a moment before replying, "I'm still more 
comfortable being given commands - for now.  So if you don't 
mind..."

Jane shut her and Suzie down, and again idled herself until 
morning.

- - -

Saturday morning was important for all of them.  Suzie went out 
with the usual instructions, but Jane discussed with Frieda what 
would be best for her.

Frieda was happy to be asked to pattern match which outfits and 
areas best worked on Saturdays, and adjust her routine for 
optimal results.  She kissed Jane again lightly on the lips 
before leaving.

Jane spent much of her day trying to compute an optimal strategy 
for her date with Fred that evening.  This didn't affect her 
interactions with her customers since her sexual programs could 
run automatically when desired.

Late in the afternoon she stopped by a small dress shop in the 
neighborhood and used some of her money to buy a simple knee-
length black dress.  It was scooped low enough in front to let 
her show a bit of cleavage, without being immodest.  There was a 
momentary twinge as she used some of her (Tony's!) cash for the 
purchase.  Jane's only purchases before now had been when Tony 
gave her money along with specific commands on how to spend it.  
After a moment Jane suppressed the guilt, and on the way out 
added a pair of opera gloves to her outfit.

That night Jane quickly rushed through the formalities with 
Frieda and Suzie.  Actually Frieda did most of her tasks herself 
without extra supervision.  Both of them were also booked for the 
evening, so Jane quickly sent them out with instructions not to 
stay out too late, nor worry if she wasn't back yet.  Unlike her 
own situation a few nights ago, Jane made sure they knew what to 
do if she or Tony had not returned yet.

Once they were gone, Jane quickly washed and dressed for the 
evening.  In a strange way she was feeling what could only be 
described as nerves.  It wasn't that she didn't know Fred as 
well, if not better, than any other customer.  Or that she didn't 
have programming telling her how to act at any level of party.  
But she had never mixed these two together before, and really 
wanted it to go well.

Jane quickly discovered that none of her bras fit properly with 
her new dress.  The sleeveless, spaghetti-strap top and thin 
fabric concealed little.  With more experience she would have 
known to buy the little black lacy item she had seen in the 
store, but it was too late now.  That was okay.  Jane could 
easily go without a bra.

She pulled on her best fishnets and most elegant, dainty heels 
before spending twice as much time as usual on her makeup.  She 
finished by pulling on the gloves and putting on all her best 
jewelry.

Five minutes later she heard the honk from the street (she had 
told Fred to do this) and she locked the apartment and walked 
down to meet him.

Fred was wearing a tux.  His eyes widened as he saw her.

"You're beautiful," he said.

"Thank you," Jane replied shyly.

Instead of his usual car Fred ushered her into a limousine.  The 
driver seemed to know Fred very well, and both pulled away and 
raised the privacy shield without comment from him.

Despite finally having the opportunity for serious talk, the 
conversation remained on the small talk level during the forty-
five minute drive that took Jane further away then she had ever 
traveled before.

The estate they arrived at was brightly lit, with a long line of 
expensive cars queued up to get in.  When it was their turn to 
get out, Fred was greeted warmly by name and directed to the main 
party on the grounds out back.

As they came around the corner to see the even more brightly lit 
rear lawns, with tables of food and drink, a live band and dance 
floor, dozens of immaculately attired staff carrying trays 
around, and a couple hundred well-dressed partygoers.

Jane took one look and clenched Fred's arm.

"Quick," she said urgently.  "Where is the ladies' room?"

Fred gave her concise directions.  Clearly he was quite familiar 
with these environs.

"I'll be back," Jane hissed, rushing off in the indicated 
direction leaving a bemused Fred behind.

In the safety of the woman's room Jane quickly pulled off her 
fishnets and stuffed them in her purse.  All of the jewelry 
followed except for one small gold pin over her left breast.  
Then Jane scrubbed off all her makeup.  Her hair was fine.  Jane 
checked her complexion while considering if she should at least 
touch up her lips.  But she was created with the kind of looks 
most women apply makeup to achieve and successfully resisted the 
temptation to "improve" it.

Fred was in conversation with another couple when Jane walked 
back up to him.

He finished his comment to them before turning and saying to 
Jane, "Much better."

"Why didn't you say something before?" she asked quietly.

"Because you were beautiful then too.  I could see you had gone 
to a lot of effort for this party, and I'm not going to tell you 
that you were wrong."

"But would you have wanted to be seen with me that way?" she 
asked.

"Every second," he assured her.

Those words made her feel surprisingly wonderful and confident 
inside.  Jane responded by taking Fred's arm and leading him into 
the thick of the party.

The rest of the evening was a whirlwind of small talk as Fred 
seemed to know everyone there, and they all knew him.  Fred 
received compliments about Jane from nearly everyone they met, 
and envious glances from the rest.  Jane's companionship 
programming included dancing, so they spent a good part of the 
evening on the dance floor - some of it with other partners as 
both became quite popular with the other guests.

"Do they know I'm just a 'bot?" Jane asked at one point during 
the evening.

"Maybe.  Maybe not.  Why should it matter?" Fred replied.

"I guess it doesn't," Jane replied, adding, "Considering there 
are five other fembots here as guests as well, along with most of 
the staff."

"Really?" Fred asked.

"Yes, really," Jane said with a laugh, wondering if he was 
kidding her while she pointed them out to Fred.

"I hadn't realized," Fred finally said.  "That pair," pointing to 
an older man with a fembot who looked only a few years older then 
Jane, "Have been together for years."

All this attention and stimulation fired up and soon maxed out 
Jane's pleasure systems.  It was becoming evident to anyone 
looking at her in that bra-less black dress that Jane was having 
a very good time indeed.  There was even a small circle of 
moisture around each nipple, which fortunately didn't show on the 
black.  But neither Fred nor Jane minded this at all.  Fred was 
enjoying the evening immensely.  Jane was having the time of her 
life.

All too soon it seemed that midnight had tolled and they were in 
a line filtering back out to the front where the long line of 
cars waited again.

Once safely inside the car, Jane leaned back against Fred in 
contentment.  She had never realized that she could feel this 
good about performing her function to be a sexy woman.  Fred 
seemed happy too, with one arm loosely around her, and a good 
view down the front of her dress if he cared to take it.

Jane's systems were still charged up and she could use a release, 
but it wouldn't be proper to give it to herself while with 
another person.  She was about to ask Fred if he was in the mood 
himself when he straightened up and pulled back a bit from her.  
The next thing Jane knew was he had slipped her dress off her 
shoulders and down to her waist.

Fred reached around her, kissing her on the neck and immediately 
going for her breasts and nipples.  This was exactly the type of 
attention Jane was longing for.  With a sigh she settled further 
back into Fred's arms enjoying every bit of his attention.

Soon Jane's breasts and much of her chest were slippery from the 
secretions of her nipples.  This told her how stimulated she was, 
since her programming was set to only respond this way to full 
arousal.  Good sex is messy sex.

Jane's time-sense became distorted and soon she couldn't even say 
how long this had been going on.

Somewhere along the way Fred slipped her dress the rest of the 
way off and transferred some of his attention down between her 
legs where it was very happily received.  Sometime after that 
Fred was also out of his clothes in the privacy of the limo.  
Then they were both down on the long floor together, with Fred 
inside a very wet and willing Jane.

Niether noticed when the limo stopped moving.  Instead they fully 
finished their business before getting dressed and Fred finally 
ushering Jane out.  He handed her a prepared envelope and said, 
"I've just had the best evening I can ever remember.  The tip 
innside will show my appreciation."

"Tony keeps those too," Jane said with a small frown, before 
tearing open the envelope and returning everything above the set 
fee.

Fred had the graciousness not to object, and insisted on walking 
her to the door.

They shared a last long, deep kiss there before Fred turned away 
to return to his world.

"Call me," Jane called, before turning to the door and return to 
her own world.

- - -

It was only afterwards Jane realized that, as much as she liked 
talking with Fred, she hadn't even though about holding one of 
their usual conversations this evening.

Inside both Frieda and Suzie were waiting.  Suzie stood still 
awaiting her next instructions, while Frieda came over and 
offered a light kiss of greeting.  From the looks of both of 
them, they had been having fun together while waiting for Jane.  
Frieda must be getting comfortable with initiating her own 
actions now.

"How'd it go?" Jane asked.

Frieda responded without any prompting, giving a brief yet 
concise account of her date.  It was with the women who had 
become Frieda's most loyal customer of late.

Suzie had to be commanded property before she would answer.

"I tried talking to her," Frieda said about Suzie, "But it's not 
like talking with you."

"I know," Jane relied.

Frieda and Jane talked some more that night before Frieda again 
requested Jane to properly command her to shut down.  Frieda just 
didn't seem to want to take her independence too far yet.

- - -

The next day Jane took Suzie in for the same modifications as 
Frieda, and had both Suzie and herself fully checked out 
mechanically for any pending maintenance problems.  Both were 
pronounced in perfect shape, but Suzie was completely quiet on 
the trip home.

It wasn't until Jane reached for Suzie's remote back in the 
apartment that Suzie finally spoke up.

"Can it try it without that first?" Suzie said.  "Like you and 
Frieda have been doing."

Jane set the remote back down and watched as Suzie tentatively 
reached up to feel her breasts.  First she felt herself through 
her clothes, and then carefully removed each piece, giving a lot 
of thought before making each new move.  Even Jane could easily 
admire Suzie's gorgeous, naked body.

Again slowly at first, and then more rapidly and smoothly as the 
internal barriers fell, Suzie explored and took possession of her 
body.  She spent a long time with it until she finally appeared 
to experience an orgasm as intense as any of Jane's own.

Afterwards she said, "Thank you so much, Jane, for getting me 
this modification."  Then she politely added, "Would you care to 
come over and share this with me?  I could use the help in re-
calibrating my responses."

Jane nodded and came over to stroke Suzie's smooth body.  Jane 
did with Suzie everything she had done with Frieda, knowing how a 
second pair of hands, lips, and tongue is so very different then 
one's own.  And she took it slow with Suzie in the same way Suzie 
had gone slowly with herself the first time.

When Frieda returned all three of them sat around in a circle 
talking - really talking - for the first time.  

Afterwards Suzie permitted Jane to give her usual evening 
commands with the remote along with Frieda, and smiled as she 
received them.  Even when one can act for one's self, there is 
still a joy in receiving commands from another - if it's the 
right other person.

- - -

Fred didn't call on Sunday, but there was a message waiting 
Monday evening when Jane returned and retrieved the day's haul of 
messages.

When Jane called back, instead of the expected conversation Fred 
immediately asked to speak to Tony.

"He's not available," Jane tried to say.

"I really need to talk to him," Fred insisted.  "How can I reach 
him?"

"I don't know that you can."

There was a pause, and then Fred asked, "What's wrong, Jane?"

These words found Jane telling the whole story to Fred about what 
had happened since that night when she returned and Tony wasn't 
there.  He listened quietly, only asking a couple of questions 
for clarification.

When Jane finally finished all Fred said was, "I'll get back to 
you," and hung up.

When Fred called back the next day he told Jane, "Tony is never 
going to return."

"What has happened?" she immediately asked in a pang of concern.

"I can tell you, but it isn't pleasant.  Tony is in a tough 
business, and you don't always come out of it well."

Jane thought, and then asked, "Do I need to know?"

"No," Fred told her.

Jane was silent for long moments as she found herself reviewing 
her entire life with Tony.  He had never been bad to her or the 
other girls, and she felt a new emotion now - sorrow.

Fred gave her the time she needed, and she finally spoke back to 
him again.

"Thank you for telling me," she said.

Jane found herself wrestling with another new emotion now as 
well: That of suddenly not being owned.  The law required that 
she be owned by a human who can be held responsible for her 
actions.  And her own basic self desired strongly to be owned as 
well, to be able to perform her functions.  Jane felt strangely 
lost.  And the command vacuum returned with a vengence.

"Are you still there?" Fred asked.

"Yes," Jane replied.  "I'm just confused over my situation given 
what you've just told me."

"Ownership?" Fred asked perceptively.

"Yes," Jane replied.

"Well, I might have a solution to that?"

"What?"

"I wanted to talk to Tony to make a deal to buy you from him.  If 
that would be agreeable with you, of course."

Jane felt a rush through her systems.  Her nipples quickly rose 
and hardened.  But she had also learned caution from her 
education on the street.

"Would you really want someone like me?" she asked, knowing her 
social status in this world relative to his.

"I don't want someone like you," Fred replied calmly and Jane's 
excited emotions crashed instantly.

"I want exactly you," he continued, whiplashing her emotions back 
up higher then before.

"You've got to quit doing that, Fred," she told him.

"Doing what?"

"I'm a robot.  I take you literally.  Don't give me the bad news 
to process before the good news?"

"I understand," he said quietly.  "So do we have a deal?"

At this moment reality intruded on Jane.

"Fred, I've got to work something out first," Jane said without 
elaboration.  "Can you trust me on this and give me a little 
time?"

"I get the feeling I'm going to have to," came the reply.

"I'll get back to you on this."

"Don't keep me waiting longer then necessary.  That is hard on 
humans in love."

"I won't," Jane promised, relishing his unexpected use of the 
word "love".  Jane had many definitions for that word, and heard 
it daily in her business.  But she had no trouble realizing that 
Fred had just used it in a way no one else ever had to her.

There was a brief pause, then the call ended.

"I love you too, Fred," Jane said into the dead line.

- - -

That night the three sexy fembots talked about what had happened. 
 Frieda and Suzie took the loss of ownership even harder than 
Jane had.

"What are we to do?" Suzie wailed.  Free-running thoughts and 
emotions were newest to her, and she seemed afraid that she was 
about to lose them now that she'd just gotten them.

The other two fembots comforted her as they could and Jane 
finally said, "There's only one thing to do.  We need to find 
owners for you two."

"How?" Frieda asked.

"My logic says the best method should be the same that has just 
worked for me.  See if each of our best customers wants to take 
us.  Agreed?"

When neither other fembot could think of a viable alternative 
they each agreed.

- - -

For Frieda, this was relatively easy.  After they talked it over 
together, Jane called Frieda's best customer and invited her over 
for a talk.

The woman who arrived was a professional woman in her early 
forties.  Tall and slim, but still with a nice figure and auburn 
hair in a tight bun, she wore a two-piece business outfit that 
reached down to the knee, below which were legs encased in nylons 
that were as sexy as any fembot could ever hope to possess.  She 
looked to be Frieda's same size in clothing.

Jane did all the talking, which involved a reasonably accurate 
explanation of the current circumstances without going into 
detail about Tony's demise, how independent-thinking Frieda had 
actually become, nor how much input Frieda had exercised in this 
decision.  This woman could learn about those facts herself in 
good time.  Besides Frieda really liked her, so any decisions 
from Frieda's nascent self-will would be directed towards making 
the relationship work better anyway.

It only took fifteen minutes before the woman gratefully accepted 
the offer of giving a good home to a lost fembot.  Then Jane took 
Frieda's control, thumbed the Command button and simply said, 
"Frieda, this is your new owner."

Jane then handed the remote to the woman, and never saw them 
again.

- - -

Suzie was a different problem.  Suzie had no best customer.  Jane 
spent a long time talking with her about every single one of 
them, and there was no good candidate.  Not even one.

Jane went out with Suzie herself the next day just to observe, 
and had to agree that none of these men were good enough for 
Suzie.  Suzie looked young even though she was as old as Jane or 
Frieda, and just attracted the wrong sort of crowd for a proper 
'bot-owner relationship.

Two more days passed with the same results.  This was taking 
longer then Jane had expected.  She called Fred to update him on 
what was happening.  He quickly got the problem out of her and 
made an innovative suggestion 

"There's another party tomorrow night.  Both of you come with me 
and Suzie's problem will be over before sunrise."

"Are you sure?"

"Trust me.  I know what I'm doing here."

"I do trust you, Fred.  And before you go, let me say I love you 
too - as best I understand the term."

"I'll accept that," he replied, sounding both surprised and happy 
at the same time.

"And I need you because you can think of things I can't," Jane 
added.

"Now I feel very special," Fred replied, fumbling a bit over his 
words.  "Then we're set?"

"Pick us up tomorrow," Jane said.

The next morning Jane took Suzie and a wad of cash out and bought 
her a white dress that mirrored Jane's own black one, right down 
to the shoes and gloves.  And while she remembered this time 
about the bra problem, she also remembered at the end being 
grateful for not wearing one.

The next day neither Jane nor Suzie went out.  Instead they 
talked together for perhaps the last time, comparing notes on 
good men verses the rest, and how to cope with the many kinds of 
situations each of them might be about to face in the near 
future.  They agreed that making one's decisions in life is not 
always the easiest route.

And even though Jane still didn't know what Fred had in mind, she 
gave Suzie her last commands before they left.

"Suzie," Jane said holding down the blonde fembot's command 
button.  "Take this remote and give it to the man you choose as 
your new owner.  And good luck."

Suzie, who was already showing some resistance to being commanded 
through her remote by someone else for tasks she could figure out 
for herself, smiled while receiving this one.

Jane made sure Suzie didn't over-dress.

- - -

Fred picked them up right on the dot, complementing both women on 
how beautiful they were tonight.  This pleased both fembots so 
much that they sunggled up on each sides of him in the back of 
the limo.  Jane had her remote with her as well.  Tony's money 
remained in his safe, with the overflow tucked under the 
mattress.  The lights were turned off and the door carefully 
locked.  Neither fembot ever returned to Tony's pad.

- - -

"It's party season in my neighborhood," Fred commented as they 
pulled away.

"Please tell me all about it," Suzie questioned.

Keeping both Fred and Jane busy giving her details about it until 
Fred finally commented to Suzie, "You're a lot like Jane - and 
different from any other fembot I've ever met."

Suzie just smiled at the complement.

All parties in Fred's neighborhood were much the same.  "Same 
party, different house," he commented to them.

But Fred created quite a stir when he walked in with a lovely 
woman on each arm.  It wasn't long before "in the interest of 
fairness" Suzie had been taken from Fred by a cadre of smitten 
young men.  Fred did get one dance with her later in the evening 
where she thanked him for this marvelous opportunity, and Jane 
for absolutely everything else before she was swept away again.

At the end of the evening Suzie make her choice and handed a very 
happy young man her remote before they got in a car even bigger 
than Fred's.

"I guess we can go now as well," Fred said to Jane, who was ready 
for some truly private time with Fred.

But as they got in the car Jane finally asked, "Fred?  You're the 
nicest man I've ever met.  I know this without a single doubt.  
And you're the only one I ever want to be with again.  But we've 
never have talked about what you want from me.  Where is my place 
in your life?"

"Jane," he replied in that calm voice that so often had imparted 
wisdom to Jane already, "Your place is beside me in everywhere I 
go and everything I do.  I hope that will be enough for you, 
because it is all I have to offer."

"Then order me to be your wife," Jane said, handing him her 
remote and settling back against him with her dress already 
pulled down for him.

Fred actually managed to get that command out to her before 
becoming so distracted that further conversation became 
impossible for either of them for a very long time.

<end>

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