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

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Our Robot

by Nobilis

Chapter Ten

Anne

Tootsie woke me up at ten, as I had asked.  I was quickly getting
used to breakfast in bed, even if it was instant oatmeal, toast,
and coffee.  The phone was on the tray.

The phone had a short audio message from Bill on it.  He sounded
completely worn out.  He had left it an hour before I got up.

"Tootsie, what time is it in Tokyo, please?" I asked.  It was too
early to figure it out for myself.

"It is two-oh-two AM in Tokyo," she reported.

I sighed.  With any luck, Bill would be fast asleep... what was
he doing awake at one AM, though?  I was beginning to worry that
the camsex idea wasn't going to happen.

"Tootsie, remind me to call Bill at four pm, please."

"Yes, Mistress Anne."

I dressed in my usual sweats and brought my coffee down to the
studio.  I brought up my email on the deskscreen.

Wow.

Out of an audience of a few hundred, fifty-two had decided to
send me fan mail.

I started reading them, sending back little replies thanking them
for coming to the concert.  About halfway through, a long, not
totally coherent story came up... about a man romancing a singer
he saw on stage.  I checked the "from" field.

Jonathan Campbell.

Shit.

His story degenerated into a weird "here's how much I love you"
stream of semi-consciousness that left me cold and mildly
nauseous.  I shut off the computer and went to make myself a cup
of tea.

I debated calling Bill.  No.  Too early.  I thought about calling
the police.  What would they say?  It's not a crime to send an
email expressing affection.  Who would  I call?  Mom?  She'd only
worry.

Grace.

Grace was doing a summer internship at a law firm downtown. 
She'd know what to do, or at least who to go to for advice.  I
went back to the studio, found the address for her office and
started a connection on the wallscreen.

Grace's striking, angular face filled the screen.  Her dark brown
skin was clear, almost shiny, like polished wood.

"Anne!" she said.  Her face brightened.  "What's up?"

"I need your advice."

She laughed.  "I'm supposed to refer you to one of the partners
so they can charge you, but screw that.  Where can I meet you?"

"In person?"

"Yeah, I've been working eighty hour weeks since I started and I
need a break.  I'll tell them I'm working on a possible client."

"Can you come over to my house?"

"Sure."

I gave her my address.  She closed the call, and I went back to
answering my emails.

She arrived a little after eleven.  She was dressed in a
conservative business suit that was TOTALLY unlike her.  She came
in and tossed a stylish black leather knapsack on the couch, and
laid her suit jacket over the chair-back.

"Wow.  Grace.  You look..."

"I know, I know," she said.  "Straight.  I try to think of it
like a uniform.  Once I get some experience and seniority I'll be
getting rid of it, believe me."

"I believe you," I said, smirking.

Tootsie came in, as I had instructed her earlier, with a couple
glasses of iced tea.  She handed one to each of us.

"Whoa, who's this?"

"This is Tootsie.  She's a robot."

"I didn't think you were the sexbot type, Anne..."  She looked
Tootsie over appreciatively.

"I'm not," said Anne, definitively, "It was Bill's.  He had it
before we met and never got rid of it."

"Typical."

"I called you because ever since my concert last night, this
creepy guy has been emailing me and calling my cell phone."

"Your cell?"

"Yeah, that's the creepy part.  They're not supposed to be able
to get cell numbers, are they?"

"No, they're not... but there are ways, especially if he works in
telecom.  What kind of calls?"

I brought her into the studio, told her about the telephone call,
and showed her the email.  She sat in the office chair and read
it.

"Well, he's not making any threats, I don't think it's really
serious.  But if you want me to, I'll print out a letter on the
company letterhead, and tell him on no uncertain terms that
you're not interested in him, and that you want him to leave you
alone."

"You think that'll work?"

"I can't say, but it's the first step.  If he still bothers you
after that, you can call the police."

"Thank you, Grace... this means a lot to me."

"No problem.  So now that's settled, tell me about Tootsie."

"What?"

"I've never seen a real live sexbot before.  How did Bill get
her?"

"He says he won her in a bet... makes sense, he certainly didn't
have enough money to have bought her."

"And you let him keep her?"

"Well, actually... now she's mine."

Grace blinked.  "You?  Miss straight-arrow?"

"I haven't had sex with her.  She just does the cleaning now."

Grace laid back on the 'audience' couch and spread her arms out
along the back.  "I want to try her out."  She had one of those
"I'm holding all the cards" looks she gets on her face when...
well, when she's holding all the cards.

I should have expected her to say something outrageous like that.
 She loves getting to me that way.  I didn't expect it, though,
and my jaw dropped open.

"Consider it a trade for legal services."

"What about Therese?"  Therese was Grace's partner.

"What about her?" Grace chuckled.  "It's not like I'd be cheating
on her.  Tootsie's no different than a sophisticated vibrator."

I felt confused.

"Look, it's not like I'm asking you to JOIN me.  You say you're
straight, and I'm willing to let you keep thinking that."

"Grace!"

She laughed.  "Gotcha!"  She reached out and put her hand on my
arm.  A more serious tone entered her voice.  "Look... I'm just
curious, okay?  I want to see what robots like Tootsie are like.
Maybe I'll buy one once I'm a high-priced Washington attorney."

I closed my eyes and shook my head.  "I don't think..."

"Why not, Anne?"

I couldn't think of a reason.  Bill wouldn't be finding out, and
Tootsie was MY robot anyways.  And it WAS just a machine, right?

"Alright, alright... but on MY terms.  I'll show you what Tootsie
can do, but I'm not hosting an orgy.  Just a ... demonstration."

"That sounds fair."  She rubbed her hands together.  "When can we
start?"

"After lunch.  I'm hungry."

I sent Tootsie upstairs to shower and change into clean clothes,
directing her to a drawer where I had put several of my old
large-sized things for her to wear.

While we cooked some omelets, I told Grace about how Bill had
given Tootsie to me, and that she really WAS useful for doing
laundry and cleaning around the house.  I hardly had to do
anything to keep everything spotless.  Grace just smirked.

We sat down at the table to eat, and Tootsie came down in a long
denim skirt and white blouse.  The skirt was belted tight, and as
a result quite ill-fitting, and her braless breasts were quite
visible moving around underneath her blouse as she moved,
cleaning up the pan I had been cooking in.

Grace watched her, eating quickly.  When Tootsie finished washing
the pan, she bent down to put it away in the cabinet next to the
sink.  The outline of her enormous breasts was visible through
the thin material of the blouse.

"So how do you ask her to do things?" asked Grace.

"She interprets everything between her name, 'Tootsie', and the
word 'Please' as a command or question.

"Tootsie, face me, please," said Grace.

Tootsie turned to me.  "Command Privilege?"

"Tootsie, give Grace command privilege nine for, hm, three hours,
then revoke it, please."

"Command privilege nine given to Grace for three hours," Tootsie
repeated.

"That's a pretty clinical way of going about it," said Grace. 
"Couldn't you just tell her, "Hey, do what Grace says until
dinnertime?"

"Yes... but imprecise commands can be misinterpreted sometimes. 
It's better to use the formal language for important things like
command privilege."

"Obviously thought up by a lawyer," she joked.

"Cyberneticists are even worse."

Grace turned back to Tootsie.  "Tootsie, take off your blouse
please."

"What, you're starting now?" I asked in surprise.

"We've finished eating, haven't we?"  Tootsie looked at me, then
at Grace, and started unbuttoning her blouse, from the bottom. 
She toyed with the last button briefly, running a finger around
it in a little circle, before she undid it.  She looked back and
forth from Grace to me the whole time.  She licked her lips, and
popped it open, revealing the chasm between her enormous breasts.


I felt the same strange fascination fall over me that had
happened when I watched her shower.  "Wait..." I tried to say.

Tootsie ignored me.  She shrugged her shoulders out of the
blouse, holding the edges of the fabric over her nipples with her
hands.  The soft fabric sagged down around her back.  Then, with
a quick fling, she tossed the garment to Grace, revealing her
breasts in all their glory.

Grace made an appreciative little sound and set the blouse on the
table next to her plate.  "Well sculpted, eh?" she asked.

"Grace, this isn't what I had in mind..."

"Nonsense, Anne...  this is EXACTLY what you had in mind.  A
clean, clinical examination of your sex robot."

I took a deep breath and looked over at Tootsie.  She had pursed
her lips a little, and shrugged her shoulders, causing her boobs
to sway.  I swallowed hard and sat back in my chair, and crossed
my legs.

"So," said Grace, smiling slyly and looking back towards Tootsie,
"Does she react to being touched?"

"Yes," I said.  "She's got a web of sensors in her skin that can
tell where you touch her, and how much, even whether the touch is
warm."  It helped to dispel the erotic atmosphere that was
building in the room, to talk about Tootsie in technical terms. 
It helped me to remember that she was a robot, and I desperately
needed to remember that.

Grace rose from her chair, and reached out to caress one of
Tootsie's nipples.  It crinkled and puckered a little at the
touch.  "There's more of them in certain places, aren't there?"
asked Grace.  "Tongue, earlobes, lips..."

Tootsie looked into Grace's eyes with a half-lidded, sultry
stare.  She licked her lips and arched her back a little, pushing
her breast into Grace's hand.

"Nipples," Grace continued, taking one hardening nipple between
each thumb and forefinger and pinching them gently.  Tootsie took
in a sharp breath and let out a  soft moan.

"Clitoris," I finished.

"Mm, clitoris," repeated Grace.  "Speaking of which..."  Grace
knelt down, putting her face close to Tootsie's pubic area,
currently still encased in the folds of her overlarge skirt.  She
unbuckled Tootsie's belt, and let the blue denim drop to the
floor.  She ran her hand over Tootsie's smooth mons.  Tootsie's
legs were parted only slightly, so there was only a hint of
folded skin below it.

"Tootsie, spread your legs, please," said Grace, without looking
up.  Tootsie stepped out of the voluminous skirt and stood with
her feet well apart.  Her sex opened slightly, and Grace began
exploring it with her fingers.  "She's wet," she said.

"Yeah... Tootsie has a lubrication system.  It keeps everything
working... right."  I tried to quiet the thoughts that had begun
swirling in my head.

Grace brought a finger to her lips.  "Very subtle flavor," she
said, "sexy without being crass."

"They make other kinds," I said.  "I just got the kind that would
keep her joints working right."

Grace started stroking Tootsie's vulva, gently.  "Does she have
orgasms?"

"Yes," I said, "She's programmed for three kinds of orgasms. 
"Realistic, Dramatic, and Japanese."

"Japanese?" asked Grace, "What's that?"

"The manual was... vague on that point.  It said that it was in
the style of 'nenta' or something like that."

"Hentai?" asked Grace, chuckling.

"Yeah, 'hentai,' that's it.  You know what that is?"

"'Hentai' means 'pervert' in Japanese," said Grace.  "Tootsie,
what kind of orgasms are you set to have, please?"

Tootsie said, softly, "Realistic."  She was breathing
irregularly, and her eyes were almost closed.

"Well, let's see one of those."  Grace pushed a finger up,
disappearing into Tootsie's vagina, and started manipulating her
clitoris with her other hand.  "Do I need to tell her to cum?"

"No," I said.  "But you can tell her not to."

"Why would anyone do that?" asked Grace, watching Tootsie's face
begin to contort as the tension began to take hold.

"Because you could make her fall down."  The manual had, in fact,
recommended against giving the robot an orgasm unless there was
room for it to move safely.

"You're right... we wouldn't want that, would we?  Let's go into
the living room."  Grace stood up and looked into Tootsie's eyes
from close up.  Tootsie recovered her composure and her face
returned to neutral.  "Tootsie, follow me, please."  Grace
crooked her finger to me  and smiled.  "You too, Anne.  Don't you
want to see?"

I stood up, then hesitated.  Why was I following?  I told myself
that I wanted to make sure Grace didn't do any damage to Tootsie.
 She hadn't read the manual, she wouldn't know about things like
making Tootsie orgasm while standing up.

I hurried after them.

"Tootsie, sit on the couch and spread your legs, please," said
Grace, as she picked up her backpack and unzipped a pocket. 
Tootsie sat down gracefully as Grace pulled a small vibrator out
of her pack.  She handed it to Tootsie.  "Tootsie, fuck yourself
with this, until you orgasm, please."  Grace set the pack aside
and sat down on the floor at Tootsie's feet.

"Grace, I..." This was getting out of hand.

"Hush," said Grace.  "Everything will be fine.  Have a seat. 
Enjoy the show.  Unless you've done this already?"  She looked
over at me, with that triumphant smile of hers.

Tootsie had started to work the little plastic phallus into her
vagina with her right hand, while she squeezed her nipple with
the left.  I shook my head.  "No... I haven't."

"Well, then this will be educational for you, too."  She went
back to watching Tootsie close-up.  I sat down in the easy chair
to one side of them.  I tried to effect a pose of indifference,
but it didn't matter.  Neither of them were paying any attention
to me.

Tootsie had her head back, resting on the back of the sofa, with
her butt on the edge of the cushions.  As she continued working
the toy, she started breathing heavier and letting out little
whimpers.  Her mouth was open, and the cords in her neck stood
out.  Her stomach tensed and released quickly, then again, and
then she pushed her hips up into the air and let out a long, low
grunt.  After holding that position for a few seconds, she sagged
back down to the couch.

Grace looked over her shoulder at me.  "Not bad, eh?"

"Y.." I cleared my throat.  "Yes, very realistic."  I could feel
a flush coming to my face.

"Want to try the Japanese orgasm next?"

"I, uh..."

"Great!"  Grace turned back to Tootsie.  "Tootsie, for your next
orgasm, I want you to go Japanese style, please."

Tootsie nodded.  "My next orgasm will be in Japanese mode."

"Ready?" Grace asked me.

"No, but that isn't going to stop you."

"Damn right.  Tootsie, I want you to play with your tits until
you cum, please."

Tootsie let go of the dildo and started rubbing and squeezing her
breasts.  The dildo began to fall out, but Grace caught it.  She
slid it in and out of Tootsie's vagina slowly.  Tootsie started
kneading and pinching harder at her breasts and nipples while
Grace picked up the pace.  Tootsie arched her back, driving her
vulva towards Grace and her breasts into the air, while she let
out little gasping "Ah!  Ah!" cries.

Then, she came.  Ordinarily, I'd say she "orgasmed" but this...
this was CUMMING.

She shot a jet of lubricating fluid from her vulva that splashed
across Grace's shirt.  Two more jets erupted from Tootsie's
nipples, which arched across the four feet or so separating us
and ran a line of drops across my sweatpants. I could swear she
was aiming at me.

Grace had fallen back in surprise, and another blast caught her
right in the face.  I managed to dodge the stream from Tootsie's
breast.  A third jet just trickled out, leaving a wet spot on the
carpet, adding to the mess that her breasts had made.

Astonished, Grace wiped the fluid out of her eyes, gasped, and
burst out laughing.  She was covered.  That set me off, and I
started laughing too.  She tried to get up, started laughing
again, and fell back onto her back.  The fluid had caused her
light white blouse to cling to her body, revealing a lacy white
bra against her dark skin.

Still chuckling, I hustled out of the room.  "I'll go get you a
towel."

When I got back, Tootsie was sitting normally on the sofa again,
and Grace was standing up.  She accepted the towel with a big
smile and started wiping off her face.

"Well, that was something, wasn't it!  Now you know what to do if
you have a kitchen fire."  She was still smiling broadly.

"Did you know that was going to happen?"

She chuckled.  "No.  I just knew it was going to be bizarre and
perverse.  Those Japanese are kinky fuckers."

My thoughts suddenly flew to Bill, in Tokyo.

"Where's your shower?" she asked, unbuttoning her blouse.

"What?"

"Hey," said Grace, pulling my attention back, "I can't go out
with girlcum all over me."

"No?  It would serve you right," I said.

She shrugged the sodden blouse off, and started wiping off her
neck and chest.  The sexual atmosphere that had been dispelled by
Tootsie's sudden ejaculation came back all at once.

"There's a shower in the bathroom at the top of the stairs," I
stammered, feeling a flush come to my face.

Grace lightly touched the hollow of my neck.  "I love you
fair-skinned folks.  So easy to tell when you're getting charged
up."  Grace slipped past me.  "Oh, Tootsie, would you come with
me, please?"  Tootsie stood up from the sofa.

Grace looked over her shoulder at my astonished expression. 
"Well, she's your cleaning lady, right?  I'm going to have her
clean _me_.  Coming?"

Grace and Tootsie went upstairs.  After a minute, I heard the
shower start running.

My emotions were awhirl.  I wanted to go up and watch... hell, I
wanted to go up there and JOIN them, but...

This was different.  Watching Tootsie shower, before, that had
been something of an accident.  I hadn't known that she'd put on
a show for me.  I hadn't known that I'd get so turned on.

Now I knew.

I found myself at the top of the stairs.

If I went in there, it would be no accident.

The guest bathroom door was ajar, and steam was starting to curl
out into the upstairs hall.  The door opened under my hand. 
Grace's clothes were carefully set aside on the countertop.

It would be my choice.

The shower door was closed, but through the frosted glass I could
make out Tootsie's pale figure standing behind Grace's dark body.
 She was washing Grace's back.

Grace's voice floated over the shower doors.  "Come on in, Anne."

The shower door slid out of the way.  Had I pushed it, or was it
Grace?

Tootsie was standing behind Grace, with her arms wrapped around
her lithe torso.  Tootsie's right hand was on Grace's belly,
sliding down towards her trimmed pubic hair.  Her other hand,
holding a washcloth, was slowly lathering Grace's small,
cone-shaped breasts.

I pulled my sweatshirt up over my head.  My blood was pounding. 
My pussy was soaking wet.  My ears were ringing.

Ringing.

Ringing?

The phone!  BILL!

....

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