Title: Our Robot, Chapter Eleven
Author: Nobilis
Summary: Robot Club
Keywords: We don't need no stinkin' keywords

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Our Robot

by Nobilis

Chapter Eleven

Bill

Miss Tanaka sat with Rabazugai and I in the back of his sleek,
black, LARGE limousine.  The car was, like most cars in Tokyo,
robot-driven.  Miss Tanaka continued her job of translating for
Rabazugai.

"You will like this club, I'm sure.  It appeals to American
desire."

"American desire?  I don't understand."

"The desire to control."

What the hell?  He looked at my face and laughed.

"Don't worry, Mister McCloud.  You will like it."

I sat back in the seat and tried to clear my head a bit.  The
cavernous streets of downtown Tokyo passed by the tinted
limousine windows, packed with people.  I couldn't read many of
the signs, and the colors and lights were dazzling.  I felt my
head swimming.  I definitely didn't feel like a night of
entertainment -  especially not something to appeal to "the
desire to control."

Rabazugai took two little aluminum cans out of the limousine's
mini-bar and handed one to me.  "What's this?" I asked.

"It's an energy drink, Mister McCloud," said Miss Tanaka.  "It
will also help with the jet lag."

"Well, can't hurt," I thought.  I popped it open and took a sip.
It tasted like really sweet herb tea.  Rabazugai chugged his
down, so I did likewise.  By the time we arrived at our
destination, I was actually feeling a little better.

The club entrance was just a pair of doors sandwiched between an
electronics shop and a pachinko parlor.  There wasn't any English
on it.  We got out, and the car drove away, to find a place to
park.

We walked in the front door, and were met by a pretty young lady
in a business suit much like Miss Tanaka's holding a clipboard. 
She bowed to us, and had a short conversation with Rabazugai. 
She bowed again, more deeply, and without consulting her
clipboard gestured for us to pass through the ornate wooden doors
behind her.  Miss Tanaka translated, "Welcome to Control Express
Club."

I still didn't know what to expect.

We passed through the doors and into what appeared to be a quiet,
high-class bar.  There was a small dance floor off in one corner,
and a door on the far side of the room.  The decor was mostly
wood and glass, done in subtle shades of green and brown.  The
chairs were large and comfortable-looking, but armless.

There were about a two dozen people there, scattered between the
bar, the tables,  and booths around the perimeter.  More than
half had blonde hair.  Now I had seen a few folks here and there
in Tokyo who had bleached their hair like that, but never so many
in one place.

Rabazugai explained.  "The setting tonight, is a high class
whiskey bar.  The ones you see with the blonde hair," he gestured
to the room, "They will do what you say, as long you use the word
'obey.'"  Before I could ask, he continued, "Don't worry, you can
expect them to speak English."  He said something else to Miss
Tanaka, and she said, "Mister Rabazugai has asked me to
demonstrate."

Miss Tanaka walked up to the nearest of the blonde people, a
woman with short hair dressed in a slinky black dress, and said,
"Take off your panties and give them to me."  The blonde woman
gave her a shocked look and turned away briefly.  Miss Tanaka
said, "Obey," and the woman reached up under her dress and,
demurely as she could, pulled down a green g-string, and stepped
out of it.  She walked over to me, and offered the garment to me
in her hand.  She looked a bit petulant, perhaps even annoyed.

I took it, and then handed it back to her.  She stood there
staring at me for a moment.

And then I got it.

"The blonde ones... they're robots, aren't they?"

"Yes, you are a smart one, Mister McCloud," said Rabazugai,
through Miss Tanaka.  "They are all robots.  They will treat you
with disdain, unless you use the word obey... and then they will
do whatever you want."

Rabazugai said something to the robot in front of us, and she
handed the panties to Rabazugai, who put them in his pocket. 
"Have fun, Mister McCloud," he said.  "Do not worry about
spending money... my account will cover everything."  He said
something to Miss Tanaka, that she did not translate.

Rabazugai walked over to a booth and slid in next to a
long-haired robot in a blue leather minidress.  Miss Tanaka
stayed with me.  I took her arm and pulled her over to another
table.  "Okay," I said, "What's this all about, then?  Is this
why you wanted me to come with you, so that we could speak
privately?"

"Yes, Mister McCloud.  You are most perceptive."

"So... these people you represent... who are they?"

Miss Tanaka looked over my shoulder at Rabazugai.  "If you do not
start using one of the robots here, Mister McCloud, Mister
Rabazugai will become suspicious."

"And you?"

"Mister Rabazugai told me to help you with anything you did not
understand."

"Well, what does he expect me to do?"

"Just indulge yourself, Mister McCloud.  Use your imagination."

On the far end of the room, a man led one of the robots through
an unmarked door.

"What's through there?" I asked.

"There are private rooms."

The energy drink I had had earlier must have been having some
effect, because I was feeling a good deal sharper than I had in
the car.  I didn't want to take a robot into the back, because
then I'd have to leave Miss Tanaka behind.  I looked around for
the nearest robot.

It was a short one, about five feet tall, dressed in a long
rainbow striped halter-top and tight red knit pants.  I walked
over to her table.  She looked me up and down, sneered a bit, and
then started to pick up her martini and leave.   "Stop," I said.
"Obey."

She stopped, one foot on the floor, half out of her chair, drink
suspended just over the tabletop.  "Sit down, put down your
drink, and turn your chair to face me.  Pull up your skirt and
masturbate for me.  Let it show in your face, but don't say
anything.  Don't orgasm for ten minutes.  Obey."

I went back to sit down with Miss Tanaka.  The robot shot me an
annoyed look, but it sat down again and pivoted her chair towards
me.

"How's that?" I asked Miss Tanaka.

"It'll do for now."

I sat facing the robot, with Miss Tanaka across the table from
me.  She sat primly in her chair, with her hands in her lap.

"So I'll ask again... who do you represent?"

"My associates wish to remain unnamed.  If Rabazugai were to find
out who they were, it would not go well for them, or for the
project.  Suffice it to say that we want your project to
succeed."

The robot pulled its skirt up so that it was around her waist. 
It wasn't wearing any panties.  It stared at me with a
genuine-looking sour expression, and got to work rubbing its
pussy.  It used  just one hand, the left, rubbing up and down,
while it sipped nonchalantly at the martini.

"Alright, I can accept that, Miss Tanaka," I said, still watching
the robot.  "So what do we do?  John has told me how badly
Rabazugai has been fouling things up.  Is there any way to remove
him?"

"Leave that to us."

The robot across from me started to show a little arousal.  It
started blinking slowly, and breathing deeper.  It was a good
simulation, but I had seen Tootsie do better.

"So what's my part in all this?"

"Your part is, of course, critical, Mister McCloud.  We have set
up a special protected file area, of which Rabazugai and his
spies are unaware, for you to work.  Collaborators will be able
to work with you there, virtually.  Rabazugai can manipulate the
people in the cubicles next to you all he likes."

The robot slipped an index finger into her vagina.  She put down
the martini and blew a long breath out through pursed lips.  She
closed her eyes and put her other hand up under her top and
started squeezing her breast.

I felt an erection starting to make itself known.  I shifted a
bit in my seat.

"That's not the most efficient way to work, but if that's the
only way to get the job done, then that's what we'll do.  How do
I get into the file space?"

"We will get a key to you tomorrow."

The robot leaned back in her chair, and rolled her head to one
side, breathing deeper.

I asked Miss Tanaka, "How do you feel about all this?"  I swept
the room with a gesture.

"They are robots, Mister McCloud.  They do not have feelings,
they cannot - love.  They have no desires that cannot be wiped
away and replaced with new ones on a whim.  Therefore there can
be no morality in using them."

I nodded.  After all, hadn't I made the same argument to Anne
only a matter of a few dozen hours before?  I watched the
masturbating robot and adjusted my shorts.

"Are you going to indulge?"

"I have no desire for it."

The robot across from me arched her back and grimaced, breathing
out a hiss instead of a groan.

I was starting to feel a need for relief.  Ordinarily, I'd find
someplace quiet to masturbate, if I felt this way when Anne
wasn't available, but the opportunity was there, so why not take
it?  I'm sure Anne wouldn't mind.  I told myself that I'd tell
her about my adventure when I called her.

"We may not have another opportunity like this to talk.  Is there
anything else that you need to tell me tonight?"

"No, Mister McCloud.  Once you have access to the protected space
tomorrow, we will be able to talk more freely."

"In that case, I'll see you in a bit.  If Rabazugai leaves before
I do, I'll take a taxi back to the hotel."

She nodded.

I walked over to the masturbating robot and said, "You can stop
now.  Obey."  She immediately stopped masturbating, and sat up
and straightened her skirt.

Earlier, I had spotted a tall, caucasian-looking robot standing
at the bar.  I had never had sex with anyone taller than me, and
I wanted to give it a try.  The robot was about six feet tall,
and had long, blonde hair that fell in loose curls past her
shoulder.  She was wearing a long, formal black dress, the kind
one would wear to a high-class party.

I walked up next to her and ordered a drink.  "I'd like you to
join me in a private room," I said.

"I don't think so," was the response, in a reasonable
approximation of a scandinavian accent.  "I'm just here to have a
drink and relax."

"Obey," I said.

Her face went through an odd little contortion.  I thought I saw
puzzlement, then amusement, then acceptance.  "Alright," she
said.  She picked up a small black clutch-purse from the bar,
looked at me and said, frankly, "Lead on."

I took her arm and led her over to the door I had asked about
before.  It led to a short hallway.  Five of the doors were open,
and one was shut.  I led the robot to the first one.  "I really
don't like using the word 'obey' after everything," I said.  "Can
we just take it as read?  I'd rather not play the game that
you're being forced into anything."

"Understood," she said, in a fairly neutral tone of voice.

The room was basically a small hotel room, with a bed, a table
and a couple chairs, and a modest sized bathroom, complete with a
shower and bidet.  There was a big wallscreen on one wall,
presently showing a tropical beach scene.

"Put on some music," I said, "And strip off your clothes for me."

She walked over to the controls for the wallscreen and selected a
soft piece of nondescript jazz music.  I sat down on the edge of
the bed and leaned back on my elbows.  She tossed her purse on
the nightstand, and started moving to the music.  Her sense of
rhythm was, of course, perfect, and she moved very sensuously as
she took hold of the right shoulder of her dress with her left
hand and slipped it down, slowly, and held it in place.  She
repeated the motion with her right hand, holding her dress up
with her arms crossed in front of her.

She turned around, and slowly slid the dress down, revealing a
back textured with the faint outlines of muscles.  I mused, as I
watched, on the opinion the robot's Japanese manufacturers must
have of Westerners.  She was wearing a flesh-colored front-hook
bra, which she quickly and deftly undid and discarded.

When she turned around again, with the dress gathered in her
hands at her waist, she revealed a pair of well-contoured breasts
with small pink nipples.  I guessed they'd be a b-cup, but I'm no
expert on such things.  Her shoulders and abdomen showed the same
faint outlines of underlying musculature.  She wasn't as highly
defined as a bodybuilder.  She looked more like an athlete.  If
she were human, as tall as she was, I would guess she played
basketball.

She dropped the dress entirely, raising her arms over her head. 
Her bikini-style panties were the same color as her bra, fairly
plain.  She danced sinuously, shifting her weight from one foot
to the other, making her breasts sway slightly.  She brought her
hands down slowly, passing them over her body without really
touching.  When she reached her underwear, she rolled them down,
passing over her taut thighs until they reached her knees, where
they dropped to the floor.  Her pubic hair was light brown,
curly, and neatly trimmed into a wide triangle above her slit.

"Come here," I said, and slid up to the bed, between my knees.  I
pulled myself back up to a sitting position, and found that her
breasts were well above my face level.  "Big girl," I said.  She
looked down at me with expressionless eyes.  I put the tips of my
fingers on the fold of skin between her thighs.  "Spread your
legs."

She shifted one foot first, and then the other, and bent her
knees to spread her pussy wide.  I explored her with my fingers,
running them along her lips and in, spreading the fluid that was
beginning to appear throughout her sex.  I could have just told
her to lubricate herself, but I felt like seeing how it would
react.  The robot seemed to be a more recent model than Tootsie,
so I was curious what the newer ones could do.

I looked up into the robot's face again.  She had closed her
eyes, and was breathing deeply and evenly.  I ran my other hand
over her abdomen.  The skin was exceptionally well made.  I could
detect tiny hairs from close up, and she even had a hint of
freckles here and there.  "Okay, stand back," I said.  As she
took a step back, I rose, and shed my jacket and tie.

"Take off my clothes," I said.

She quickly undid my shirt, deftly slipping each button, and
pushed it off my shoulders to drop onto the bed.  She worked the
fastenings of my belt and trousers with equal skill, and dropped
them to pool at my feet.  I raised my feet one at a time, and she
slipped off my shoes and socks and put them aside, leaving only
my boxers.  She took hold of them by the waistband, pulling it
out in front in order to allow my robust erection freedom, and
slid them down to my feet.

When she stood up again, I told her, "Turn around, put your hands
against the wall, and rotate your hips so that I can fuck you
from behind."  As tall as I was, I had never been able to fuck
standing up, like that, and I saw this as an opportunity to try
it.  She turned and did as I said, spreading her legs a little to
the sides to permit me access.  I stood behind her and guided my
cock into her pussy.  "Go up on tip-toe," I said.  With a little
added elevation, I was able to enter her without having to bend
my knees more than a little.

I started with my hands on her hips, but after a few minutes I
reached up and around and took hold of her breasts.  I pulled my
body against hers as I fucked her.  I went slow and steady,
feeling every nerve ending fire on its own.  I felt the robot
starting to respond.  Her nipples got harder, under my hands, and
I could feel her pussy getting wetter as I slowly drew my organ
in and out.  With the increased lubrication, I needed a bit more
friction to get full sensation, so I started pumping a little
faster.

This led to an interesting little feedback loop, and before long
I was pounding away for all I was worth, making little slapping
sounds as my thighs came into contact with hers, and her fluid
was running down my balls and onto my legs.  With a shout, I
came, with my cock pushed as far into the robot's body as it
would go.  She then came as well, trembling and spasming, and
throwing her head back.  She collapsed against the wall, turning
to land with a shoulder rather than bash her head into the
wallpaper.

I pulled out.  "Okay, I'm done with you now... you can clean up
and go back to the main room."  I rinsed my body off with water
from the sink, and got dressed.  The robot was in the shower when
I left.

Out in the bar, a few more patrons had shown up.  Most of the
robots were in use, in one way or another.  I didn't see
Rabazugai about, but Miss Tanaka was sitting alone at a table by
the door.  I walked up to her.  "I take it Rabazugai is in one of
the private rooms?"

"Yes, he went back shortly after you did."

"Good.  Then I'll see you in the morning, Miss Tanaka."  I gave
her as proper a bow as I could manage, and went out to the
street.  A taxi whisked me back to the hotel.  On the way back, I
checked my watch... it was only about eight, but my internal
clock said it was four AM.  I yawned and realized that
Rabazugai's energy drink was wearing off.

There, I took a nice hot shower, and put on a clean pair of
boxers.  I thought about calling Anne, but I decided not to wake
her.  I recorded an audio message on my laptop, sent it off, and
set a reminder to call Anne as soon as I woke up.

I woke up with a faint remembrance of a dream - that I had
discovered the tall, blonde robot in the bathroom, crying.  I
checked the clock: five-thirty.  I did the math in my head.

I decided that now was a perfect time to call Anne.

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