Title: Our Robot, Chapter Five
Author: Nobilis
Summary: Anne learns about Tootsie... and herself
Keywords: We don't need no stinkin' keywords

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Dislaimers

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material of an explicit, adult, sexual nature.  If you are
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This story is a work of fiction.  All characters and events
portrayed in it are fictional, and any resemblance to real people
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Our Robot

by Nobilis

Chapter Five

Anne

I sat at the computer.  On the wallscreen, a cheerful female face
smiled back at me from under the Serious Cybertronics company
logo.  "Glad to be of service!" it said, and the perfectly pretty
head disappeared.  In its place was a single icon, "User Manual
CR-D v4.2."  I queried it.  I shook my head at the result. 
"Treekiller."  I decided to read it onscreen rather than print it
out.

I studied the manual.  Maintenance.  Commands.  Orientation. 
Alteration.  Programming.  Troubleshooting.  I stopped for a
short lunch break, and then dove back in.  I didn't understand
all of it, but a lot of it was pretty straightforward.  And...

It's kind of embarrassing.

I got curious.

What happened next... it didn't seem sexual when I started.  It
was innocent curiosity, I swear.

I went out shopping.  There was a HBC a few miles away, and right
near the monorail.  You would never know from looking at it that
they carried supplies for sexbots.

It turns out "KR-20 All Purpose Lubricant" was no longer
available, but they had something called "Similube" that they
assured me was pretty much the same stuff, and would work fine. 
The clerk didn't even look at me funny... I guess they get young,
attractive newlyweds in there buying supplies for their sexbots
all the time.

I came back home with a small shopping bag.  "Tootsie!  Come
here, please."  I took a bottle of Similube out of the bag,
popped the top, and rubbed a little between my thumb and
forefinger.  It felt genuine, but didn't have much smell to it. 
It was a little milky in color.  The manual said that the
lubrication system was more than just for sex... it lubricated
her joints, her eyes... she'd start breaking down if she didn't
have it for too long.

Tootsie entered the room and stopped just inside the doorway.  I
wiped my fingers on my jeans and handed the bottle to her. 
"Tootsie, recharge your fluid system, please."

Tootsie took the bottle, tipped it back, and drank it down.  When
it was gone, she licked her lips and swallowed again.  "My fluid
system is recharged, Mistress Anne."

"Tootsie... um..."

"Yes, Mistress Anne?"  Damn... that programming was pretty smart.
 She knew when I was having trouble figuring out what I wanted to
say.

I noticed that the soles of her feet were really dirty.

Damn!  I had forgotten something.  I had given her instructions
to clean everything in the house except herself.

"Tootsie, go put the clothes you're wearing in the wash, and then
go to the upstairs bathroom, please."

I went up the stairs to meet her there.  According to the manual,
ordinary soap and water would be fine for her polysilicone flesh
and neosilk hair, and she was completely waterproof.

Tootsie came into the bathroom, totally naked.  The soles of her
feet weren't the only thing that was stained; evidently she had
spilled mopwater on herself a few times, and her hands and arms
showed stains from scrubbing the bathroom.  I shook my head. 
"Alright.  Tootsie, take a shower, please."

Tootsie stepped into the shower, turned on the water, and
lathered up a washcloth.  She started washing her hair and face
first.  Once that was done, and she had rinsed off the soap, she
started on her neck and shoulders.

She looked over at me.  She caught me looking at her.  I was
watching her in the shower, through the glass.  She quirked an
eyebrow.

Damn.  Was she flirting with me?

The manual said that the robot would react to erotic situations,
and alter its behavior.  It was vague, though.  "We prefer that
our users discover the finer points of a Serious Cybertronics
robot's operation in everyday events rather than revealing
everything in the manual.  If the robot does something you don't
like, all you have to do is tell it to stop, and it will stop,
and learn."

So she had seen me watching her showering, and decided it was
time to put on a show.

All I had to do was tell her to stop.

She looked me straight in the eye as she started washing her
arms.  She pursed her lips.

"Okay, that's far enough," I thought to myself.  "Time to tell
her to stop."

I didn't.  I was staring.  Deer in headlights.

She started washing her breasts.  The suds ran down between her
huge breasts and down her belly.  Still looking at me.

And then... God... she drew the washcloth over one nipple... and
it got hard.  It's one thing to read it in the manual.  "This
robot is equipped with erogenous zones.  If stimulated, the robot
 will react in a realistic way."  It's another to watch it
happening.  "Look away,"  I kept telling myself, but her hands on
her body, and that taut nipple...

I didn't stop her.

She washed her stomach, that flat, firm stomach, still watching
me through the glass and steam.  I couldn't stop watching.  I
felt my heart pounding in my ears.  What was wrong with me?  I
had seen women naked in the shower before...  It hadn't affected
me this way...  Some part of me was desperate to stop this, it
was too much...

The washcloth descended towards her clean, hairless vulva.  I
followed it down, with my eyes.  I was hypnotized.

I didn't stop her.

With a couple of strokes, she soaped it up, and then, with her
other hand...

She touched it.

She slipped a finger down into her vulva.  Still watching me, her
eyes half-closed, she stroked herself, slowly.  Her mouth opened.
 She licked her lips lightly.

I suddenly realized that my underwear was wet.  Very wet.  My
panties were soaked, my nipples were hard and ohmygod I was
TURNED ON!  I realized that my hand had reached up under my
shirt, under my bra, and I was starting to squeeze my nipple.  I
broke out of my reverie and I quickly jumped out of the bathroom
and closed the door.  I leaned against the door, trying to get
control of my breath.

I heard the shower turn off.  I had to get control of myself. 
What was I afraid of?  I took a deep breath and moved away from
the door.  After a few minutes, Tootsie came out.  Her hair was
still wet but combed, and she had toweled herself off.  Her
nipples were back to their relaxed state, and the flirtatious
look in her eye had vanished.  "Mistress Anne?" she asked.

"Tootsie... go... go finish the laundry and get dressed again,
p... please."

She left the bedroom.

I ran into the bathroom and slammed the door.  I splashed cold
water in my face.

What was I going to tell Bill?

End Chapter Five


  
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