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SAMANTHA'S TALE
By DB  ( DB_Story@att.net / http://home.att.net/files/Authors/db_story/www/ )
Copyrightc 2002-2004 by DB.

ASSM/ASFR (M/Herm-'bot, rom, oral, ScFi, asfr)

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- - -

Author's Note: This story is part of my emerging cosmology about 
the evolution of robots into our near future society and the 
myriad ways we will learn to interact with our creations.  Read 
it now, and be prepared.  For more, visit my web-site at the 
above address.

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

- - -

Samantha - she prefers just Sam - rolled her chair back from the 
keyboard as she again quickly and easily completed the tasks 
given her.  With a high probability of some free time before the 
humans brought her more work to do, her hands wandered up to idly 
tug at the top button of her already daringly low-cut top as she 
as she considered if she should re-button it - or undo a second 
button instead.  Her under utilized sexual routines clamored for 
her to do more.  They welcomed any attention at all drawn to her 
full, and now somewhat exposed breasts.  In fact, they would be 
completely happy to have her to strip nude, don high heels, and 
work in the buff until she got a better offer on how to spend her 
time.  And they would generously reward her for those actions as 
well.  Fortunately, she was able to keep them under control, for 
now.

Sam used these available idle cycles to contemplate her 
situation.  She now worked on the huge second floor of a Fortune 
50 technology company as a  moderately paid temp worker.  She 
remains on the lower end of the pay scale for data entry workers 
because she doesn't have the built-in interface to the computer 
that more specialized office worker 'bots have.  No one yet 
considers it worth the cost of upgrading her in this area.  She 
enters data the old fashioned way, through a keyboard and mouse. 
 The fact that she is robotically fast and accurate, and spends a 
good portion of her time waiting for them to deliver more work to 
her, doesn't seem to translate into having them value her any 
more highly.  She has been on this job for three days now.

This beats standing in the used robot showroom waiting for a 
seventh owner - maybe, she thinks silently to herself.

One would wonder, looking at Samantha, why she has had so many 
owners.  Or even wonder if she is a 'bot at all.

Sam stands a respectable five-feet-nine, and normally declines to 
wear heels when not forced otherwise.  Her apparent age is 
thirty-one, with slightly streaked dark brown hair falling in 
waves past her shoulders.  Her face is more squared than some 
fembots, and without the excessive high cheekbones now in favor. 
 Yet it is well-defined and attractive enough.  Thick eyebrows 
and lashes over bright eyes are one of her most arresting 
features.  Sam prefers minimal makeup on the neutral skin tones 
she was given, and actually looks her best with only a soft touch 
of blush and a bit of lip-gloss.  All of these choices have come 
as a result of real world experiences processed through her 
heuristic learning routines.  She has long striven for an 
approach that creates the least conflict between herself and 
others.

She carries her height with a more robust and rational frame than 
the wasp-waisted entertainment fembots so prevalent in the strip 
clubs - and those owned as trophy wives.  Even so, she has a 
well-defined waist over properly proportioned and rounded hips.

Sam sports a very respectable pair of breasts - teardrop C+'s 
that hang perfectly well when simply left to themselves.  However 
there are some advantages for Sam in wearing any of several bras 
she has accumulated over time.

When not required to dress to specification, Sam favors loose 
pants to go with her normally higher neckline tops, which is a 
shame since many people never get to see her strong, attractive 
legs.  Comfortable designer sneakers complete her outfit, which 
has also evolved over time to best minimize confrontations with 
humans who aren't aware of her special nature.  As such, she 
doesn't fit the typical image of a fembot, and usually has less 
problems because of it.  That's why today's choice of one of her 
few low-cut tops, and the further inviting open button is so 
atypical for her.

At the moment Sam is trying to decide whether to encourage - or 
discourage - the attentions of a thirtysomething man who seems to 
be taking an interest in her.  Dave came over to say "Hello" on 
her first day, and seems to make it a point to come down her 
aisle of low cubical walls about three times more often than 
anyone else since.  He always has a smile and a compliment for 
her when she isn't busy.  And he has been good enough to leave 
her alone when she is, showing a sensitivity she has seldom seen 
in other males of her acquaintance.

Sam is intimately familiar with male interest and flirting.  She 
knows it when she sees it.  Now it's just a question if she wants 
to take up the offer that will inevitably follow.

Although Sam's mind has slowly evolved through her unique 
construction and experiences to independent thought - meaning she 
is aware of herself as a person, and can make her many of her own 
decisions to benefit herself - she has not sought "freed" status 
yet.  She exercises her mind often to improve its abilities 
further, but has her reasons for maintaining the status quo.  She 
has been careful never to flaunt her abilities, so that even 
those who have worked closely with her have seldom guessed how 
far she has developed.

Sam is currently considered owned and employed by the temporary 
agency which arranged for her rental from the resale showroom.  
The agency then purchased an additional license for "General 
Secretarial Skills Level 9B" and loaded that software into Sam 
before sending her on this assignment.  They retained possession 
of her remote control at their offices, and will deal with any 
problems that come up with her operation during the term of her 
employment.  As corporate property, Sam is not considered owned 
by any individual.  This is an advantage for her right now.

At this moment there are several possible futures for Samantha.  
The temporary agency is entitled to get their investment in her 
back.  No question about that.  The cost of her rental, which was 
much cheaper than usual, since she wasn't a standard unit, had 
already spent too much time there, and had none of the optional 
extras that would particularly suit her for this job) plus 
additional software would take a while for her to repay.  After 
that the temporary agency would want to make a reasonable profit.

When that was complete the temp agency might decide to purchase 
her and keep her on their rolls.  Or the company itself might 
want to acquire her.  Or the assignment could finish and 
hopefully the agency will be able to place her at another job.  
They might even upgrade her systems to better perform these 
tasks, giving her increased overall value.

Or someone might try to arrange for personal ownership of her.  
Sam was not hopeful of the last option.  She's had six owners 
already, and none of them kept her long.  Owning a 'bot, by its 
very nature, often becomes a very personal relationship.  Some 
'bots have more trouble in this area than others.

Samantha learned a lot through her various owners, most of it 
being what not to do with humans.  It eventually brought her to 
the point of not necessarily wanting or looking for another owner 
any time soon, which was one of the potential problems with being 
freed.

Freed 'bots still need an Owner of Record.  And making the 
adjustments necessary to view a new owner as the most important 
connection in your existence becomes more difficult with each 
passing episode.  With her experiences Sam wasn't sure she was 
ready to deal with that complication again quite so soon.

If she still was standing in the showroom idling while her 
systems aged, she might have been more desperate to at least be 
doing something.  But this opportunity to be out and useful has 
met at least the minimum requirements for her own satisfaction.  
She managed to negotiate an arrangement with the temporary agency 
such that after they recover their upfront expenses, a small 
share of her earnings will be placed in escrow under her name.  
This could be useful in the future.

For now her job is to be the interface between the human 
employees and the computer systems.  Instead of having to deal 
with the computers themselves, members of her department just 
tell her what they need and she makes it happen.  Sam is a much 
friendlier interface than a hard plastic keyboard, mouse, and 
screen.

The only thing Sam brought with her to this new situation is a 
selection of the many outfits she's acquired along the way.  
These are stored under her desk and should take care of her needs 
for several weeks.  Although she is not required to remain at her 
desk outside of office hours, Sam really has nowhere else to go. 
 For now, she goes into a power-saving hibernation mode at 
10:00pm after the cleaning crew finishes for the night, and comes 
back online at 7:00am the next morning.  She prefers not to be 
dormant when other humans are nearby since she has secrets to 
protect.  And although she loves being touched when active, does 
not like the thought of being handled otherwise.  She remains at 
her desk at all times.

The only break in this new routine so far has been a conversation 
with one of her previous owners - a woman - who left an embedded 
directive in Sam to call her each time Sam is back out in the 
world.  This command could have been deleted once she was no 
longer Sam's owner, but Sam likes it and has chosen to keep and 
honor it.  They shared a nice fifteen-minute call during one of 
Sam's unnecessary break periods, and it made a pleasant 
diversion.  Neither Sam nor this owner are at a point where any 
reconciliation is in the cards, but it's nice that at least 
someone cares enough to want to keep up contact.

The finely-tuned analytical part of Sam's mind projected that 
Dave should come by again in the next ten plus-or-minus three 
minutes, and that she should be deciding what she wants out of 
this next opportunity.  Is her agenda to be advanced, delayed, or 
abandoned.  Her options are to pretend to be busy, receive his 
comments coolly, or continue to show some obvious interest in 
him.

Even though some of Sam's processors argue that she hasn't 
decided yet what she wants out of this possible relationship, the 
majority of her is already pretty sure.  That part had her put on 
her best push-up bra and lowest cut top - the one with all the 
small buttons down the front - last night when she selected her 
outfit for today.

Sam has several bras for different needs.  Support is not any of 
them.  Her breasts will never give in to the demands of age or 
gravity.  When compared to many fembots however she seems a bit 
under-endowed.  A couple of her previous owners added some 
cleavage enhancing lingerie to her wardrobe.

In addition, Sam incorporated some special programming that ties 
in with her breasts, making them susceptible in ways she cannot 
control even now.  As such, she has managed over time to get a 
hold of a couple of heavy-duty brassieres to protect those 
breasts from careless handling.  These are particularly useful in 
situations like this current one, since no one ever got fired for 
grabbing the boobs of a fembot, but a fembot could quickly be 
dismissed for responding inappropriately.  And this does go on in 
many corporations.  Anti-harassment programming is standard for 
all 'bots as a result, though humans receive no such equivalent 
instruction.

Sam even has a minimizer-bra for times when even what she does 
have is too much for the given situation.  There are 
circumstances where it's just not advantageous to appear too 
desirable of a woman.  Sam knows more about bras and their uses 
than any dozen other fembots combined.

Sam reaches a decision and unbuttons another button before 
carefully arranging her top to show exactly what she wants to 
show.  The right angle will now show the entire side of her boob. 
 Her sexual systems shout silent approval and have to be 
suppressed before they force a physical reaction even a blind man 
could see.

To complete the set-up, she swivels her chair to face away from 
Dave's likely route.  This will give him time to covertly view 
her as he approaches without being intimidated by the thought 
that she is aware of his attention yet.

Soon she again hears his distinctive footsteps coming slowly down 
the aisle as he takes as much time as possible for his approach.

- - -

Dave came down the cubicle aisle as slowly as one can walk 
without appearing to dawdle.  The trick is to match the slowest 
acceptable walking pace with the shortest possible steps.  To a 
casual observer he should appear to unhurriedly strolling by.  
Making things better, there aren't any casual observers here.  
Only one other cubicle across the aisle is currently occupied 
while things are getting reorganized around here yet again.  And 
that woman is seldom at her desk.

This aisle is two over from his usual path up until three days 
ago.  It was only by chance he saw a manager escorting in a new 
employee, and followed long enough to see them turn the corner 
into this row.  Then it was wait a couple of hours for her to 
settle in before traversing the aisle himself to see (hopefully) 
where she was sitting.

No one can explain attraction.  If anyone could then they would 
bottle it, make a fortune, and everybody would be happy.  Someone 
that ninety-nine percent of the world will pass by without a 
second glance can keep that hundredth person from being able to 
sleep the next night just thinking about her.  All Dave knew was 
that nothing more than seeing her tall form, long hair, and 
elegant carriage from the back was enough to set his heart 
racing.  A quick side glimpse of her face and figure sealed the 
deal.

Office romances are dangerous.  And it's more than just sexual 
harassment fears.  It often seemed that if they spent half as 
much effort on teaching women how not to be harassed, rather than 
performing the so-called sensitivity and consciousness-raising 
training that seems little more than showing people how to 
consider themselves harassed in ways they'd never known of 
before, the workplace might be a better place for everyone.  
There are harassment-proof women, and those where the simple act 
of saying "Hello" to can lead to a complaint.  And they never 
come with labels telling you which is which.

Conersely, many women claim they won't even consider an office 
romance because of the fear of having to still deal with the guy 
when it goes wrong.  Overall the office is not the place to find 
romance.  But it is also the place where you spend most of your 
working life.  Kind of one of God's little jokes.

It was worth going by to say "Hi" and get one more look at this 
gorgeous woman.  As a contracted consultant, Dave had the 
advantage of letting a prospective date know that he'd be out of 
here anyway when his job is done.  That might help with sorry-
but-I-don't-date-people-who-work-for-the-company mentality.

Within a day he knew her name was Samantha (aren't name badges 
wonderful), that she is an employee of the temporary agency the 
company uses (and which Dave isn't), and that she is willing - 
actually happy - to be friendly.

It takes him a second day to find out she is a fembot.  This 
actually works out to make her even more appealing, to Dave.

By the third day he feels they are actually holding a 
conversation, in small bits and pieces as time permits.

His first impression each time he sees her is always the same: 
She Is So Beautiful!

Right now she is looking away as he approaches.  Excellent!  It's 
good that she's not busy, since he hates to disturb anyone when 
they have work to do.  And she's wearing a much tighter, and very 
much more revealing top today compared to her previous outfits.  
He sees where a couple of unnoticed buttons have slipped open, 
giving him more of a view of her well-rounded breasts then he had 
expected.  Then she turns to face him and his guilty eyes dart 
instantly back up to her face.

"Hi, Samantha."

"Hello, Dave," she replies, cheerfully unaware that her clothing 
is betraying her.  "And when are you going to start calling me 
Sam?" she banters with an engaging smile.

"It's just that Samantha is such a beautiful name.  It fits you 
well."  That's taking it as close to the edge of giving a 
complement as one dares in today's politically correct work 
environment.

"Well, you may call me Samantha if you wish," she replies 
generously.  A real woman might have added that you are the only 
person besides my mother who still calls me that, but Sam doesn't 
have a mother in that sense.

"Are you busy?" he asks, seeing that she obviously isn't at the 
moment, but knowing this will give her an easy way out if she 
doesn't want any more attention from him.

"I've got a few minutes free," she says, knowing it will 
encourage him to stay and chat.

Small talk follows - hinting, but never quite asking outright, 
accepting without rejection - until Dave knows he needs to move 
along lest he damage this fledging relationship he hopes they are 
building together.

"Thanks for the chat," he tells her.

"Come by again later," she says in return, knowing how much it is 
exactly what he wants to hear.

Dave moves on towards his own cubicle two aisles up and three 
over.

Samantha rearranges her top more modestly before anyone else 
comes by with more work for her.

- - -

Things proceed on between Dave and Samantha at an proper 
leisurely pace until the weekend keeps them apart for two whole 
days.  Dave is not allowed in on weekends (and may not even 
realize yet that she spends her nights here as well), and Sam is 
so bored that she spends most of it in hibernation, leaving only 
a trigger set in case anybody comes by and speaks her name.  
Although not a prisoner, she doesn't feel she can risk anything 
bad happening while she's out on her own.  She is too new in this 
situation to take chances.  Complicating things further, the 
plant is a number of miles north of the city and Sam doesn't have 
any transportation - or even pocket money for the city bus that 
stops in front of the building.

On Monday things pick up as before, with Dave coming by earlier 
in the morning than usual.  Perhaps he missed her.  (He did!)

Tuesday Sam takes the initiative to nudge things along when she 
gets up during her scheduled break time and goes in search of 
Dave's cubicle.  It's not a big search, since she has known its 
number from the second day.  But she has to make two trips before 
she actually finds him there.

"Hello, stranger," she says to a surprised Dave.

"What are you doing here?" asks that surprised Dave.

"You are always coming over to visit me.  I thought I should come 
by and visit you at least once to even things out," she replies 
to a surprised, and now very pleased, Dave.

"You're always welcome here," Dave says, trying to give the best 
possible feedback to her learning program so that this might 
happen again sometime.

Samantha talks more small talk, knowing that all that really 
needs to be communicated was accomplished the moment she came to 
him.  She spends cycles determining which more provocative outfit 
to wear next.  Maybe a nice tight skirt.

Wednesday she calls him at his telephone extension, just to say 
"Hi."

Thursday he comes past her cubicle at twice his normal rate, 
maybe because she has a long tight skirt on for the first time 
and he hopes to get a glimpse of leg.  She lets him see one bare, 
elegant ankle.

Friday afternoon she determines that the time is optimal to take 
the plunge with Dave, although this is still a big risk for her. 
 But she doesn't tell him until next Monday.

- - -

Monday morning Dave comes by as expected, but they have just 
dumped a pile of work on her with a tight deadline.

"I'm busy," she tells him sorrowfully.  "But I'll have this done 
by early afternoon, if they don't give me anything more."

"I'll let you work," he tells her, being ever so careful to never 
even hint at doing anything that could cause her trouble.  He's 
been here a number of months now, and is much more concerned 
about her security than his.  He knows most new people are very 
nervous about their new job, until they get settled in and can 
finally relax.

She very much likes his solicitous attitude towards protecting 
her and her interests.  It's something her ideal owner would 
have.

Sam is done with everything by one-thirty, but Dave doesn't get 
over until nearly four.  He's trying to give her as much space as 
possible, since many people react angrily if you keep bothering 
them after they've told you they are busy.  'Bots aren't ever 
this way, but Dave's experience with them is still very limited.

His obvious care for her at the expense of his own obvious 
interest seals the deal for her and she makes her move.

"So when are you going to ask me out?" she says directly, 
brushing the small talk aside.

"When are you available?" he asks in return, having not fumbled 
the most important sentence in their entire relationship, while 
deftly placing the ball back in her court at the same time.

"Most every evening," she replies, having carefully maneuvered 
this entire situation to occur on a Monday were their only 
options for a first date will be either a short few weeknight 
hours (as opposed to an entire weekend, which is entirely too 
long for any first date), or a long wait until the weekend.  If 
he wants to wait for the weekend, this will probably not be the 
relationship she is looking for - for a couple of reasons.

"How 'bout tonight?" he says, having seen his opening, and not 
willing to take any chances that anything can come between it if 
at all possible.

"I'd like that," she says, in the most inviting acceptance she 
knows how to give.

"When are you off?" he asks, already knowing whatever her answer 
is, it will be too long from now.

"I can leave at six," she says, ensuring that everyone in her 
department will be safely gone before she leaves.

"I'll see you then," comes his confirmation.

- - -

At 5:59:30 she is ready to go, wearing loose pants tonight, and 
her most protective bra under a long-sleeved high-neck blouse.

At 6:02 they walk out of the building together past the ever-
present guards.  He takes her hand as they walk through the large 
parking lot towards his car.  She grips his firmly in return to 
let him know not to let go anytime soon.

"I didn't know you could do this," he says to her, meaning that 
he didn't know she could leave the building on her own.

"My contract only requires me to be present during office hours," 
she replies to him, knowing that he can figure out from this 
answer how many more opportunities will exist for them to be 
together.  "I have no further commands regarding the rest of my 
time."  A possible oversight by someone she muses, but not her 
concern.

"What do you like to do?" he asks, still not really knowing 
anything about her, or how to date a fembot, but willing to try 
as best he can.

"Anything that keeps me out of that building a while.  Have you 
eaten?" she asks, knowing he probably hasn't.

"No," he answers surprised, knowing that she doesn't eat.

"Well I know you need to eat, even if I don't," she tells him 
caringly.  "And we'll be together while you do and can talk so 
much more easily then back there at work.  Besides, this is 
something I do very well," she adds mysteriously.

"What's that?" he has to ask.

"Be a cheap date," she says with a big smile as she leans into 
him, knowing how much he'll enjoy that body contact too.  She 
enjoys it too.

- - -

They have dinner together and Samantha is everything she 
promised.  She puts on such a good act that even diners at nearby 
tables never realize that she never touches a bite.

Afterwards they walk, arms around each other, through the city.  
Samantha wants things to go slow with Dave, and get herself some 
more experiences out in the world as well.  Her previous owners 
seldom let her leave home, even when they went out.

This also lets Dave get to know her first, before things get 
complicated.  So when eleven-thirty arrives she says, "I need to 
get back now."

Dave, always the gentleman, doesn't argue with her.  He'll need 
to sleep tonight anyway.

At the building entrance she tells him, "I had a really nice 
time."  Then she quickly kisses him before turning and walking 
into the building.

He calls after her, "Would you like to do it again?"

Of course she'd like to do this again.  Sam never had a date 
before like this.  She was purchased, her owners took her home, 
and commanded what they wanted from her.  This was wonderful, and 
exactly what her mind needs to grow further.

"Yes," she replies in her direct way, intended to leave no 
question in his mind.

- - -

Tuesday night they drive to the ocean and take a long walk up the 
beach in the moonlight.  Sam wears a long skirt and keeps to the 
dry sand.

In the shadow under the big pier Dave pulls her close for a much 
more passionate kiss after telling her, "This time I want enough 
time to enjoy it too."  She returns it deeply and fully.  It's 
their first of several.

Soon Dave is licking her ears and neck while running his hands 
over her back - and eventually her chest.  She doesn't protest 
any of this.  Even protected by the thick blouse and heavy bra 
Samantha responds to his touch.  Large nipples press against 
their confinement.  Other things have reacted as well.  In the 
dark however Dave can't see these reactions.

Although Samantha wants to just relax and go the rest of the way 
with him the way her programming attempts to compel her, she 
feels it's still too soon.  Bitter past experience wins out over 
the soft passion of the moment.

She finally breaks apart from him only a little bit while saying, 
"That was wonderful."

"But you've got to go back," he finishes for her.

"I think I should," she replies.

Dave doesn't press the issue.  Every woman that has let him go 
this far with her has always slept with him on the next date - if 
there is a next date.  That's his past experience, and it's 
something to look forward to.

The long walk back to the car lets Samantha get her body back 
under control.  Not that she would have minded otherwise, if not 
for that fourth hurdle.

As they walk back Dave finally asks a pertinent question.  "Are 
you freed?"

"Not yet," Samantha replies, recognizing from his question that 
he has properly identified her as a self-willed robot capable of 
making her own choices.

"Might I inquire why not?"

"It's complicated," she replies, hoping he'll leave it at that 
for now.

He does.

There is one final long kiss in the shadow of the building where 
Samantha says, "I hope you'll ask me out again soon."  She puts 
out this positive statement to best ensure that he hasn't felt 
too rejected by her actions tonight.

"Is tomorrow night soon enough?"  He hasn't felt rejected at all 
yet.

"Yes."

- - -

Samantha has made her decision.  Dave has shown obvious 
attraction to her, which is very important, but is not 
everything.  His ability to take her out three nights straight 
(counting their next date) is a pretty good indication he isn't 
involved in any other important relationships.  And he has 
accepted her as a self-willed being and still wants to be with 
her.  Not everyone has felt this way about her after they find 
out.  Three of her four hurdles have been successfully crossed, 
but the cliff remains.  The point finally comes where you have to 
hold your nose and jump - and pray that the water is warm and 
deep.

- - -

It's Wednesday night after their now customary dinner together. 
(This gives them more time together then if Sam waited for Dave 
to eat somewhere and return for her).  When Dave inquires - as 
expected - what would Samantha like to do tonight, she replies, 
"Why don't we go to your place?"

"Yes!"  Dave can be as direct as Sam.

- - -

Dave has a nice townhouse in an older part of town.  Samantha has 
prepared for this outcome by wearing her long skirt and a fully 
buttoned-up blouse.  She looks over the place.  It is big enough 
for two to live in quite nicely, and has no ex-wife or girlfriend 
pictures lying about.  Besides, Sam doesn't really need a lot of 
extra room.

Dave puts on some romantic music.  John Williams, Samantha 
identifies it as.  She then sees him look over at a modest wine 
rack before remembering she doesn't drink - anything!

Sam flows into his arms saying, "You can save the wine.  I 
wouldn't be here if I wasn't already interested."  All her sexual 
systems agree.  It has been a long time for her.

He kisses her willing lips, before their evening goes in a most 
unexpected direction.

Before he is quite ready to make his move Samantha pushes him 
over to sit down on the couch, moving a coffee table out of the 
way to give herself room in front of him.

When he starts to protest she answers with a calm, "Before we try 
anything else, let me show you what I can do.  You might really 
like it."

She follows those words with such an engaging smile that nobody 
could possible refuse her.

Samantha sinks to her knees.  Then arranging her skirt around her 
while pushing his legs further apart, she moves up close to snog 
Dave as deeply as her tongue can reach.  She keeps this up 
tirelessly for a long time.  It is an amazing experience for 
Dave, but only the starter for Sam.

Just as Dave is about to say he has had enough, Sam backs up 
enough to be able to get her hands in to unbutton his shirt.  The 
moment she has it open, she rubs her hands up and down his chest, 
playing over his nipples as if seeing such things for the very 
first time.

Since Samantha has unbuttoned his shirt Dave feels it reasonable 
to do the same to her blouse.  As she feels his hands fumble for 
the first button, Samantha leans in closer so that he can reach 
them easily.  When he has them all undone, Sam moves her arms 
down so that he can pull it off her.  Her large bra remains.

If Dave thought it was unusual for a fembot to wear a bra he 
doesn't say so.  Instead his hands again move towards her and she 
leans in closer still so that he can reach around her and unclasp 
it.

As her soft breasts fall free of their confinement Dave's hands 
are quickly on them.  They hang like perfect pears away from her 
body while she bends over him.  Her nipples quickly rise and take 
firm shape under his gentle touch.  Other parts of her body react 
as well beyond her control, but her long skirt carefully hides 
all of that.  All Dave sees is that Samantha has the most 
beautiful breasts he has ever seen - let alone held.  And that 
they react most pleasurably to his touch.  For the first time 
Samantha seems distracted, with a slow smile now overtaking her 
lips.  Her long dormant sexual imperatives have finally won a 
majority in her, for now. 

In addition to rubbing Dave's chest, Samantha starts kissing it. 
 Starting at his belt she works her way up, with special 
attention to his naval with her tongue, until her lips reach his. 
 By the time she reaches them, she has also dragged her breasts 
over half his chest.  Seemingly by coincidence, she stops with 
her nipples pressed against his.  Then she works her way back 
down to his belt again stitching his chest with many small 
kisses.

After three repetitions of this, and the clear indication in 
Dave's pants of how much he is enjoying her ministrations, she 
doesn't stop at the belt this time, but instead works her way 
down over his pants to his crotch.  Dave is well along to losing 
his own concentration now.

Kissing her way back up again, Samantha suddenly grabs his belt 
with her even white teeth and yanks it loose.  Bringing her hands 
in to help, she has Dave's pants open and down to his ankles 
before he knows it.  She climbs over them and pulls them the rest 
of the way off before returning her attention to all that has now 
been revealed.

Dave feels he ought to return this favor to her as well.  But 
when he reaches for her waistband, she moves back just out of 
reach, and places one hand on his chest pushing him back into the 
couch again.  Her intent for him is clear - stay there and relax.

Dave has never been one for oral sex.  Yeah it's okay, but not to 
be confused with the real thing.  If a woman wants to perform it 
on him (a couple have) that's fine.  But he never demands it, or 
even brings up the subject.  That will change shortly.

Samantha gently slides her fingertips up and down the sides of 
his penis with exactly the right touch to urge it to even greater 
size and sensitivity.  She tickles it in all the right ways.  She 
handles it exactly the way Dave himself has handled it these last 
few nights while thinking of her.

When she has it as hard as it seems it can possibly get, she 
encircles it with one soft hand and gently pumps the shaft, 
carefully avoiding its now too-sensitive head.

Then she bends down and kisses the tip of it with her soft lips, 
opening her mouth just enough to flick her tongue across it.  By 
now, any thought Dave has of finishing undressing Samantha have 
fled before the haze of pleasure and distraction that has settled 
over him instead.

 From the tip, she kisses her way down the topside of it, and 
follows her previous path up his chest.  Her previous kisses have 
made this path especially sensitized.

As she works her way up his body, her heavy breasts soon reach 
his upright penis.

Holding herself up so as not to rest her weight on his body, she 
presses her breasts together on Dave's manhood and stroke it 
slowly with them while continuing her kisses up to his mouth.  
Dave has never felt anything even approaching this before.

Kissing her way back down yet again, she goes up over the tip of 
his penis and down its bottom side, then over his balls before 
stopping.  My now he's leaking out the tip of it in preparation. 
 Sam repeats this twice more, going lightly enough to avoid 
having him shoot his load yet.  Her touch is exquisite.  She 
seems able to read his mind on exactly how each sensation feels.

The third time she reaches his penis, she starts licking up its 
full length, making sure each side gets equal attention.  The 
pleasure running through Dave by now is so intense he couldn't 
get up if he wanted to.  She seems to continue this forever until 
he is at his breaking point.

Finally she slides her mouth completely over it and, cradling it 
with her tongue, takes all of him easily in one smooth movement. 
 And although Dave is a bit larger than average size, Samantha 
has no problems with that.  Choking is not a concern for a 'bot.

Dave tries to hold it, but in only seconds he knows he is coming 
and nothing is going to stop him.  He tries to let Samantha know 
so that she can pull away, but she either doesn't hear him, or 
simply ignores him.

In a thunderous final push that is more notable for how long it 
lasts rather then just its intensity, Dave lets himself go fully 
into Samantha's mouth.

She takes it all into herself, and then sucks on him with 
surprising strength to coax out any last bits that Dave doesn't 
even realize he has left.  Her mouth holds him another two 
minutes until he knows he is done for the moment - if not the 
night.

Dave feels as weak as a kitten when Samantha finally lifts 
herself up from him.  When he tries to speak she just puts a 
finger on his lips to silence him.  There's nothing that really 
needs to be said right now.  Then she pulls herself up his body 
and lays on him with her head under his chin for a very long 
time.  Only when the hour gets late does he finally stir.  She 
immediately lifts herself off him.

While she's getting up she reaches down with her hand and strokes 
his still well-bushed penis one more time for luck, sending 
sensations through him that he has never been able to create by 
himself.

Then looking him straight in the eye she says, "That was 
wonderful.  I had so much fun."

"You had fun?" he gasps.  "I think I'm the one who had all the 
fun.  I don't know how I'm ever going to repay you fairly in 
return..." he protests.  But Samantha just kisses him again, 
silencing his protests.

Then she gets up and puts on her bra the way women do, clipping 
it together down around her waist, then pulling the cups around 
from the back and up her body before finally putting her arms 
through the straps.  Even this is fun to watch.  Her nipples are 
still extended, and must be being mashed by the tight fitting 
cups.  Dave doesn't realize that her breasts are overly 
sensitive, even for a 'bot, and any more sensation on them would 
have had her go all the way with him tonight regardless of her 
previous plans.  Samantha has learned the necessity to protect 
herself carefully until everything is right.

Dave starts to rise.  Sam hands him his pants, before putting her 
blouse on.  She still faces her final hurdle with Dave, but 
tonight could not have gone any better for her.  Dave has no 
complaints either.

Her actions indicate she won't be spending the night, so Dave 
doesn't ask her to.  There are still unanswered questions for him 
in this relationship that leave him reluctant to push too much.  
They drive back to the plant in silence, but holding hands all 
the way.

"You don't have any other plans for tomorrow night, do you?" she 
asks him at the door.

"No."

- - -

Thursday Dave leaves her alone at work.  He doesn't feel the need 
for useless small talk since they've moved beyond that.  She 
calls him once just to be sure everything is okay.  He assures 
her it is.  That little piece of insecurity on her part is 
immensely gratifying to the male ego.

They have dinner in a tiny restaurant that night, known for great 
food and slow service.  They hold hands under the table and don't 
feel rushed.  Neither talks about their plans for after dinner.  
Both already know.

Their lovemaking is a rerun of last night, yet seems as fresh as 
dew on a damp spring morning.  Samantha has again insisted on 
doing it on the couch, even though Dave suggests once that the 
bed upstairs might be more comfortable.  Samantha knows that the 
bed implies other things not yet revealed.

Samantha again lies on Dave's chest afterwards, basking in the 
afterglow.  Her body still tingles from Dave's hands on her 
finely tuned breasts, while remaining acutely aware of his still 
half engorged penis pressing up against her belly.  She loves the 
feel of another penis.

Sam's sexual response has never been fully under her control.  
Her first owner wanted it that way, and none of her successive 
owners ever saw fit to change it.  Sam was built to order for a 
customer with a very particular taste in partners, who 
unfortunately was not very good in knowing what he really wanted. 
 Once he got Sam he soon tired of her.  None of her successive 
owners seemed to quite ever really understand her, or grasp what 
she could - and would willingly - do for them.

"You have a very male side to you," Dave murmurs softly into her 
ear, enjoying the way she has taken control of their lovemaking.

"Mmmph," she replies.  It's all true, and that's what most people 
never understand about her.

"And I find that very attractive," Dave adds, while softly 
stroking her bare back.

Samantha nestles even closer into him on those kind words.

Then, just before she is quite ready to spring her little secret 
on Dave, he suddenly takes one hand and slides it down inside the 
waistband of her long skirt - finding her erect penis right there 
between her legs.

- - -

Samantha is a herm-'bot.  A hermaphrodite.  In addition to having 
the body and all the sexual equipment of a woman, she also has a 
respectable penis that extends out of her body in a ruff of pubic 
hair a few inches south of her naval.  No external balls.  Those 
usually remain inside the body.  Just the shaft.  And as with the 
rest of her sexual systems, she doesn't have any control over 
this either.  When she becomes sexually excited it responds to 
the occasion.  Loose skirts only help her hide it better.

This has been her problem with all her successive owners.  No one 
is quite sure what to make of her.  With a body female except for 
the aforementioned item, she thinks of herself as female - just 
with a little something extra.  Her male owners never seemed able 
to look past it.

"Why not just think of it as a big clitoris?" she has suggested 
more than once to a male with no avail.  Somehow, as sexy and 
appealing and willing to please as she can be, every one of them 
fell into the trap of questioning their masculinity and 
orientation - with uniformly bad results.  None would keep her 
around for more than a few months.  Nor be honest to her on why 
they were sending her back for resale.

Her two female owners - both lesbians, big surprise there - were 
initially intrigued, but soon felt unequal in the relationship.  
It sounds stupid, but who can explain feelings.

The cost of altering Samantha back to a more normal configuration 
is higher than that of just buying a new 'bot.  Her core 
programming would also have to be redone, and might not leave her 
at all the same person given how deeply the full male and female 
sides are ingrained into her.  And even if this were all done, 
she still has the basic appearance of what one person thought of 
as the ideal hermaphrodite to contend with.  In short, she isn't 
worth the trouble to fix.  This was good for her, since any such 
reprogramming would have reset her mind back to its initial, and 
completely unaware, servile state.

That was how Samantha started life, like any other 'bot.  
Unconscious of herself, and loyally following her commands and 
programming to the best of her ability.  And while nobody knows 
yet what sparks some 'bots to self-awareness, while dozens of 
other identical models never find it, in Sam's case it was the 
constant conflict between her female and male sides mixed in with 
her involuntary sexual responses that brought her to that first 
moment of self.

Left to itself, her female side would have remained an obedient 
slave and lover for her entire existence.  It gives her much 
positive feedback and satisfaction to be a passive lover with no 
need to change anything about it.

Her male side triggers however each time she is aroused.  Her 
penis responds to any sexual stimulation - even to her female 
parts - and once fully erect, her male programming comes on-line 
to help her use it properly.  This makes her want to be - if not 
dominant - then at least a fifty-fifty partner in the lovemaking. 
 When that is combined with the uncertainty even her first owner 
felt about how to deal with someone who is both female and male 
at the same time, a power vacuum develops that her male self is 
always more than ready to fill - usually with disastrous results. 
 Sam became much more dominant than her owner expected, given her 
previous female behavior.  She couldn't help it.  Once sexually 
aroused, it was bye bye to the docile fembot she was the rest of 
the time.  By her third owner the inherent dissatisfaction caused 
by her implied failure to keep her owners satisfied was a 
constant loop in her systems. 

Samantha finally "awoke" one day to the need to bring her warring 
sides into some form of acceptable cooperation.  She remembers 
being overwhelmed by everything trying to execute in her at once 
- like two complete people trying to occupy one mind - and 
finally shouted at it to "STOP!" for a moment so that she could 
sort it all out.  And it obeyed her wishes.

Many involuntary responses still remain beyond her ability to 
control.  However she soon realized she could exert influence 
over the circumstances that trigger them.  In short, she began to 
study and modify her behavior towards her owners.  She also felt 
that Sam was a better name for her, given her dual nature, and 
began calling herself that.

Sam made use of her times in the used robot showroom between 
owners to better acquaint herself with her two halves.  She began 
seeing how she could use both her dominant male and submissive 
female traits together to better relate to her owners, while 
meeting her own needs as well.  Although she was not entirely 
successful in these initial attempts, at least they weren't 
causing her nearly as much grief as before.  And she listened to 
the experiences of all the other fembots and m-'bots that came 
back for resale, learning from their experiences what she could.

But Sam could only analyze things so much on her own before the 
agony of boredom waiting for a new owner to try her out would 
force her back into hibernation mode.  Her Fourth Robotic Law 
demanded that she perform the functions for which she was 
intended, and this prevented her from ever being happy while 
waiting to be sold again.  She wished so much that someone would 
just take her out for a walk somewhere to get some stimulation 
that she was primed to fall in love with the first such person 
who came along.

Love was also a concept that her newly aware mind could at least 
begin to grapple with.  In her first versions of it, it meant 
having an owner who was completely satisfied by every service she 
could give him, or her.  Later on she was able to more fully 
refine her understanding of it.

Fortunately she didn't voice these longings to the showroom 
owners.  Self-willed robots are viewed by them as an aberration 
to be quickly corrected.  Most people don't buy robots intending 
them to have minds of their own.

- - -

They say there is someone for everyone out in this world.  And 
sometimes they even find each other.

Samantha was playing it slow in the hopes that Dave - or someone 
who would come after Dave - would come to want her regardless 
before he (or she) found this male-appendage reason not to.  She 
tried to approach each owner slowly, since the resale showroom 
wasn't making any real attempt to advertise her differences that 
might affect a sale.  She tried to encourage a developing 
relationship with each owner and alternate forms of satisfaction 
before things could progress too far.  And she made her best 
efforts to stay out of the bedroom until they had a chance to 
bond.  It's kind of hard to explain to your naked partner why you 
still want to wear this long skirt with a growing bulge in the 
front of it.  And it didn't work.  Oh it worked for a while, a 
few weeks or up to several months.  But always in the end the 
owner would quit talking to her, deny that anything had changed, 
and suddenly Sam was back in the showroom again.

With a lot of idle time there to mull over past experiences and 
refine her plan, she soon had one carefully choreographed to take 
place during the week when dates had to end.  If it worked, then 
Friday's date could be extended for the entire weekend.  
Otherwise Samantha just hoped she'd be able to cut her losses.  
Her programming included really caring for her owner, despite how 
they might feel about her.  And that wasn't under her control 
either.  Sometimes it's just hard to be a 'bot.

Dave jumped the gun by only moments before she was going to tell 
- and show - him the whole story.  She hoped to have him so 
sexually satisfied that he wouldn't be looking for anything more 
this night.  She knew - having a penis of her own makes for one's 
great understanding of them - just how to make love to it 
properly.  She just never quite got a grip on how attractive Dave 
really finds her.

Like most 'bots - and many women - Sam is actually quite a bit 
more attractive and appealing then she lets herself believe.  It 
avoids the arrogance of beauty.  Dave was easily aroused again 
and ready for more just by feeling her half naked body against 
his own, and reached down to start things off in the next step.

Well the cat was out of the bag now so to speak.  And her future 
here now depended on what Dave said, and did, next.  And how will 
he feel about her [necessary?] deception.

- - -

Dave carefully explored the unexpected adjunct on the woman who 
had just made such unselfish love to him.  And he was using the 
term "woman" properly.  Even finding something he immediately 
recognizes as something he too has had from the day of birth, he 
still thinks of Samantha as a woman.  A beautiful, desirable, 
very sexy, Woman.

Dave slowly and gently slides his thumb and forefinger up and 
down the sides of Samantha's rapidly hardening projection, 
mimicking the touch and motion she had done for him.  While when 
touching hers, he feels inside himself as if he were stroking his 
own.  It's a mystical connection between them.

So that's how she knew how to make mine feel so good.  She has 
one of her own to practice on.

Dave could tell she is uncut (he is the opposite), and a little 
smaller than he is, which is just right for her.

Thinking further along these lines he realizes Samantha has 
raised her head.  Her beautiful clear eyes are looking straight 
into his own, with a troubled look to them.

Dave knows already how he feels about this.  The only question is 
in how to put it properly into words.  It only takes a moment to 
find the words for what he really wants to say to this beautiful 
creature who has already offered him so much.

"I think I'll be calling you Sam from now on."  His big smile 
makes it clear this isn't an insult.

Samantha/Sam gives Dave a quick hard kiss, followed by a longer, 
even harder one when she sees he doesn't pull away from her.

Then, as he continues to absently stroke her penis, she says 
softly, "There's more to me further down."

With these words she slides her own hand down and guides his 
touch to her very female - very wet - vagina.

- - -

Together now standing in the bedroom Dave finally pulls down her 
skirt to reveal, in addition to what he already knew to expect 
from the bulge in front, a pair of smooth legs as shapely and 
sexy as any woman could ever hope to own.  Dave forgets her male-
thing for a moment while he runs his hands over them.  Every 
touch is estasy for Sam.

Even her feet, which she has kept out of sight until now, are 
delicate female with perfectly manicured lovely red nails that do 
not match her intentionally un-retouched fingernails.  She'll 
change that soon now  It was as though there is this secret woman 
hidden here who has never been revealed to the outside world, and 
Dave now gets her first.

But Dave can't ignore her still erect penis for long.  It 
certainly explains her direct male side.

For Dave, this is like discovering you now have a best friend to 
go out on all your male adventures with, who also had all these 
wonderful girl parts that you can play with any time as well.  
Can it get any better than that?

Dave has never thought of himself as having any gay tendencies, 
and still doesn't feel that way.  The only penises that interest 
him are his - and Sam's.

Her penis is another fun sex toy this incredible woman has for 
their mutual enjoyment.  After all, Dave has one, so what's wrong 
with Sam having one too?

These insights take far less time to comprehend than explain.

Sam is still concerned, since this last hurdle is where things go 
wrong, if they're going to go wrong.

"What do you think?" she asks, now that all her secrets are 
revealed.

"Anything else you haven't told me about?" he asks with a sly 
grin.

"Did I mention my six previous owners?" she carefully replies.

"I think you may have.  I hope you don't mind that I'm glad they 
were dumb enough to let you go," he says with a smile.

"And I did mention I'm a 'bot, didn't I?" she asks with an 
encouraging smile.

"I do think that came up," he replies matching that smile.

"I think that's it then.  So what do you think?"  Sam really does 
need to know.

Dave takes a deep breath.  "I think you are the most beautiful, 
sexy, woman I've ever seen," he says in complete honesty.  "And 
I'm so happy that you are here with me tonight."

At those words, Sam flows into Dave's arms.  There is a bit of 
jostling for position as both of them are still quite erect from 
the sexual tension and their first fit didn't quite make it.  But 
they manage and hold each other's naked bodies tightly together 
for the first time.  And Dave didn't have to look down very far 
to find Sam's willing lips.  Her endless legs bring them up near 
his own.

When they finally break and step back, Dave compares his 
equipment to Sam's (it's a male thing).  Sam's is a couple inches 
shorter and correspondingly smaller in diameter.  As he had 
already felt she is uncut, and a couple of shades darker to match 
the rest of her even tan.  In truth he has to admit that it 
really suits her well.  Any smaller size is more than offset by 
her other outstanding attributes.

Then he has to smile as he realizes she is looking down and doing 
exactly the same thing to him.  Sam definitely has a male side.

Never having imagined himself in this situation before Dave isn't 
sure what to do next.  One thing he wants to try however is easy 
right now.  Dave pushes forward to rub Sam's member with his own. 
 He is a little awkward at first, but when she realizes what he 
has in mind she moves in to help him.  It is a sensation that 
cannot be described and must be experienced to be understood.

He reaches out to hold hers firmly, and she does likewise with 
his, and they talk about how she was so careful in the ways she 
revealed herself to him.  This is far more intimate than holding 
hands can ever be.

After that Dave isn't sure where to go next.  Fortunately Sam is 
more than well prepared by past experience for what she wants 
now.

Realizing that Dave is not put off by her male side - he actually 
likes it - and that he is still very new to the possibilities of 
the situation, Sam gently takes over and easily pulls Dave to the 
bed, before lying down there on her back and opening her legs 
wide.

Dave knows what she intends, but there is still the problem of 
how to approach someone with their male side at full-mast.

This is not a problem for Sam however, who simply uses one hand 
to pull it down flat against her stomach, while using her other 
one to pull Dave down onto her.  Once there, she easily guides 
him inside her.

As soon as he's in, she grips him tightly there and pulls him the 
rest of the way down to press tightly on her breasts.  As he 
pumps her from that position and she shifts her hips to help 
their effort, his contact on her body rubs against her penis and 
very sensitive nipples with every movement.  In moments her 
penis's very sensitive head emerges and Sam's mind drifts away on 
the tsunami of pleasure her programs afford her.  Sam is on auto-
pilot now.

Despite Sam's earlier attentions that should have drained Dave 
for hours, it is only a short time before he is orgasming again, 
this time inside her other accommodating area.

As he lets himself go he feels her penis start to jerk against 
his stomach, followed by a flood of warm wetness.  That feeling 
pushes him to an even higher level of excitement for his final 
spasm.

Afterwards Dave lies on Sam's strong soft body without concern as 
she holds him tightly.  Together both of their manhoods slowly 
subside until finally Dave pushes up against her arms.  Sam 
immediately loosens her grip and he peals himself from her 
ejaculation that now covers both of them pretty much from crotch 
to nipples.

"Sorry about that," Sam apologizes.  "I don't have control over 
my sexual response."

"Why are you sorry?" Dave asked.  "That was the most erotic 
experience of my life."

"Then you're not upset?" she says, hope shining brightly in her 
eyes.

"Upset?  I hope you can do it every time."

"Really?"

"Of course really.  Why?  Has this been a problem with other 
people?"

"Well...yes."

"Trust me.  You're talking to someone who knows exactly how good 
that feels from my side.  I'd never deny you that.  I'll just 
bring a towel with us to bed next time."

Right then and there Sam could not recall another time in her 
existence where she felt as happy and loved as she did right now 
after hearing those two simple words, "Next time".

"Now you're not going to tell me," Dave added, "That you still 
have to go back before tomorrow morning, are you?"

"No."

- - -

That last spurt exhausted Dave for the night.  They lay facing 
each other again holding each other's flaccid penises in an 
intimate connection.  They talked about how nice it was to 
finally find someone else so desirable and available.  Finally 
though Dave had to nod off to sleep.

They spent that night together with Dave spooned in behind Sam.  
He had one arm under her holding her breasts, while the other was 
over her hips, still holding her masculine member.  Dave's sleep 
was fitful and filled with erotic dreams.  Sam found herself 
unable to shut down completely for the night as well, with each 
little movement on her breasts or further down re-stimulating her 
again.  Neither however complained about it, or would have spent 
that night any other way.

- - -

Friday at work Dave only got by Sam's cube once as he rushed to 
ensure that all his work was done for the weekend and that they 
wouldn't call him with problems about it.  When no one was 
looking, he was able to give Sam a well-received quick hug and 
kiss that left her sitting tightly up against her desk the rest 
of the afternoon to hide her erection that happen regularly now 
every time she thought about him.  They also spoke to each other 
on the telephone at least a dozen times.

- - -

Sam brought all her pretty clothes and shoes with her that 
evening as she met Dave in front of the building.  Another long 
hug and kiss, with Dave reaching down to covertly rub her below 
the waist, resulted in a sizable bulge tenting out Sam's skirt.

"I can't go out in public with you while looking like this," she 
chides him, while returning the favor to him eliciting a similar 
response.

"Who said anything about going out in public," he replied with a 
big grin.

Dave called ahead for takeout from his favorite Chinese place on 
the way home.  No need to waste time waiting for them to prepare 
the food.

- - -

By that night Dave had used the time to think about his new 
situation.  When Sam started to guide him back to the couch, 
towel in hand, he let his male-self take over and firmly placed 
her there instead.

He started kissing her, and quickly had - with her wondering 
cooperation - her clothes off of her.

As slow as she had been with her kisses, Dave proved even slower 
with his.  He spent much more time on her very responsive breasts 
and pussy, and treated her penis exactly the way she treated his. 
 And she responded exactly as he had the last two nights.

He even swallowed all her ejaculate the very first time, finding 
that whatever she is supplied with has an even consistency with a 
mild and pleasant salty tang.

He spent much more time fondling and stroking her legs, which he 
finds so immensely sexy (perhaps because she kept them hidden so 
long), and kissing her lovely toes until she literally reached 
down under his arms and lifted him up (robots can do this) and 
his own penis was at the entrance to her vagina.  She is not to 
be denied in this as she pulled him inside her and make him fuck 
her the old fashioned way - as a man does a woman.  Again her 
penis fired off magnificently each time she orgasmed vaginally.  
In fact it became impossible to determine if the next orgasm came 
from her vaginal, or penile, stimulation.  It was soon all mixed 
together for her, though she didn't mind a bit.

Some time afterwards they half-supported each other up the stairs 
to their bed.  Even Sam's systems take a while to return to semi-
normal functioning after an experience like that.  But her 
planning had allowed this to happen on a Friday night and now 
they have the whole weekend to look forward to.

"No one has ever done that for me before," Sam said softly as 
they lay together, again cradling each other's penises in a way 
that sends constant shivers through both of their bodies.

"Done what?"

"Satisfied me so unselfishly in every way."

Those were the nicest words that could have been spoken - or 
heard.

- - -

Saturday morning led to a new game that would become a staple of 
their emerging relationship.

Lying on their backs side by side, each of them held their 
partner's manhood.  They then touch and stroke their partner the 
way they most liked being touched themselves.  The partner 
returned that touch.  In the same way that a person cannot tickle 
themselves, another person's touch on your most sensitive areas 
is magnified over anything you can manage alone.  The towel got a 
lot of use this morning.

When Sam complains that so much attention is being paid down 
there that her breasts felt ignored, Dave pulled himself up 
behind her and gave her pair so much direct attention that she 
finally just held the towel on her lap so that she didn't have to 
keep reaching for it.

Afterwards Sam modeled all the outfits she brought for Dave.  
While she has more in storage back at the showroom, she had some 
pretty amazing stuff with her.  One outfit of work shirt and 
pants with her minimizer-bra left you wondering if she wasn't 
just a man overall, while another one could only be worn in a 
strip club - if there even.

And she has several pairs of the sexiest high heels as well that 
she doesn't mind wearing now that she has someone to wear them 
for.  That additional height puts them nose-to-nose, and makes 
kissing and hugging even more fun.

Afterwards she dug out her small makeup kit and painted her 
fingernails to match her toes.  Then she added the matching shade 
of lipstick and a touch of blush to her cheeks and cleavage, and 
dark color around her eyes.  Her looks go from unremarkable 
(except to Dave) to knockout.  Sam is ready to be beautiful 
again.

They didn't leave the house on Saturday.  Sam turns out to have a 
great sense of humor, along with no inhibitions in private, and 
they spend much of the afternoon seeing who can keep the other 
most stimulated.  Soon, every time one is in reach they are 
immediately attacked by fondling breasts or rubbing manhoods.  
They also talk a lot and find out that they really do agree on 
everything important.

Sunday starts out lazy in bed, but soon develops into the 
realization that no one lives by sex alone.  Both are pretty 
exhausted in this area for the next few hours anyway, so they go 
out and walk together, commenting to each other on whatever they 
run across.  Sam looks much more like the lady she is and 
collects many admiring glances - and stares.  These don't bother 
her at all now.

That night they enjoy some variations on what they've already 
done, and take pleasure in being together.  They also lay out 
plans for their future.

- - -

At the first opportunity Sam applies for her freed status.  She 
passes the independent thinking tests with flying colors.

Next Dave and Sam enter into a three-way negotiation with the 
temporary agency and used robot showroom.  The final deal takes 
Sam out of the showroom's hands altogether.  They let her go far 
too cheaply since she'd been there so long.  Sam is leased to the 
temporary agency for a fixed term to close out her debts there, 
after which she can continue with them as an independent employee 
at a much better rate of pay.

Dave obtains possession of her remote control and officially 
takes ownership of a very happy and willing Samantha.

At first he is reluctant to touch her remote at all once the 
ownership transfer is compete.  But Sam is finally able to 
educate him on how she actually enjoyed being commanded, when it 
is by a man she loves - and who loves and cares for her in 
return.

"I'm a 'bot," she like to remind him.  "And this is what I do 
best."

When Dave finally accepts her nature and desires for a proper 
owner-'bot relationship, it leads to endless variations between 
them - which never grow old.

Dave would give Sam control over her involuntary sexual responses 
anytime she asks for it (he would actually do anything for her by 
now), but she never does ask.  She knows this would make them 
unequal since Dave will never have similar control over his own 
self.  Sam likes things just the way they are, thank you very 
much.

And when it finally snows, Dave takes her up into the mountains 
and shows her how to write her name in the snow.  Samantha really 
is fully functional in every male way. 

<end>

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