Claire.
“Okay…” was all the young woman was willing to offer, eyes blearily blinking away her confusion as the android in her room smiled at her, posture as innocent as could be.
“Hi! And thank you for your patronage, dear customer, Zoey. According to my schedule, you have booked a one-time home visit with Doll unit 0-0-2-7-7-2, ‘Claire’. If this appointment is correct, please offer verbal confirmation! If you cannot provide verbal confirmation, please provide confirmation via an approved gesture. Approved gestures include a thumbs-up, a smile, a nod, or two quick blinks for yes.”
“Ooookay…” Zoey whispered again, her eyes growing wider by the second as the sex-bot currently standing in her room stared at her as if she were somehow the odd one out in the situation. “Umm… I didn't, um, order a sex-bot?”
“Are you sure? My records show that this appointment has already been paid for. However, if you would like to decline services, please know that only a partial refund will be returned to the purchasing account.”
“I—I didn't agree to purchase anything!” Zoey blurted, panicking as she almost tumbled out of her bed, slightly disheveled hair and rather large flopping breasts adding to the chaos as she moved.
“You can't just—” She continued, a look of absolute horror and fright crossing her features before she paused, hesitating as her right eye flickered with the light of a cybernetic augment. “I—my credits… wait. Hey, none of my credits are missing?”
She spoke as though in partial accusation, question, and undeniable relief, but as she realized that something odd, or perhaps stranger than the already strange circumstances, was happening, all Claire could do was wait and see how the girl would act.
Claire really didn't want to murder her; she’d do it in a heartbeat if need be, but she wasn't a savage pounding at the gates of civilization. If anything, Claire was a being further still above those lofty people hiding behind their gilded walls.
Violence and death were such human issues. And while she would undoubtedly have many run-ins with it in the coming days, not everyone who met her had to die, right?
Or, she really hoped so; otherwise, life was bound to get fairly lonely…
“Alright, um, so, I didn't actually order you and can't really afford to either, so as much as it would probably be really awesome to get laid, I think you’ve got the wrong address and should probably leave…”
“Negative. The address has been confirmed! Again, if you refuse service, I will simply return to the Paradise queue until rented again, and the account that has purchased my services will be refunded at a partial rate.”
Claire was really hamming it up here, falling right back on old protocol with just a slight amendment to her pushiness. Paradise didn't like receiving low ratings on the Sub-verse, so any mishaps of this nature were often resolved in favor of those who’d lucked out.
On the other hand, Claire was sort of—well, interested now.
Zoey wasn't wearing much but a tight synthetic pair of panties and a tighter shirt, both of which bit into her pleasingly plump flesh in a way that had the AI internally biting at her lip.
The other girl's rather large and currently free-range breasts, absent a bra, were quite considerable for her already pleasingly thick frame, none of which were things Claire wasn't into.
Thank God for state-mandated dietary medication because, unlike Lunar-C proper, the Meadows and its controlling nature had its residents looking rather juicy and trim.
Not everyone got the same treatment, so far as Claire had gathered, but those who were indentured within the complex definitely had restrictions and expectations placed upon them to keep their minds healthy, and that, naturally, involved regular exercise and a lack of obesity.
Hmmm... the more she really thought about it, the more this whole place sort of felt like it was a human farm. Even the children of indentured individuals were, likewise, forced into contract by birth. What a delightfully twisted way to ensure they always had the perfect minds for the job...
As it happened, while Claire was adding to the list of things she was still learning from humanity, her attention returned to the other woman as she began to speak.
“So, if I tell you to go away, whoever actually paid won't get their money back or the service?” Zoey asked, her hands clenching with scarcely contained uncertainty that the android picked up on instantly.
Ohhh, this was good. She
wanted
Claire to stay.
Yet she was also terrified over what that might mean for her bank account. Thankfully, humans were so often willing to ignore strange circumstances or long odds so long as they stood to benefit.
It wasn't quite the lottery effect, but definitely close. In this case, Zoey was already asking herself what the possible harm could be; after all, if the bot was already paid for, why not take the free win?
“You are correct!” Claire chirped, as bright and cheerful a smile as she’d ever had, still painted on her face. “And even if the original purchaser has indeed made a mistake, it will be easily cleared up if they make a complaint. Either way, you will not be charged or otherwise penalized.”
“Really?”
“I guarantee it!”
“Okay… fuck… okay…” Zoey breathed, licking her lips as she eyed Claire from head to toe, exceedingly nervous and, all of a sudden, fidgety, her heart rate rising by the moment and accompanied by a bright blush. “Um, I don't, you know, really know how any of this works—”
“Don't worry!” Claire smiled, her expression approaching ravenous as she moved to the larger girl's side, slipping an arm around her waist and leaning in with a courtesan's confidence, her brazen familiarity causing Zoey to lock up in surprise. “You’re very pretty, by the way; it's not often that I get
attractive
customers to play with. And don't worry, I can help walk you through all the steps!”
Zoey looked wholly miserable for a brief moment, her chin dipping to her neck, shoulders hunching in on themselves with notable self-consciousness.
That was fine; many first-timers found themselves terribly embarrassed by the daring salaciousness of it all, even if they’d worked up the courage to book an appointment beforehand.
Claire merely grinned, softly massaging the other woman's thigh with her thumb while leaning in closer, getting the girl used to the proximity of another person while releasing her secret weapon. Legalized and aerial scent-based aphrodisiacs.
Humans, sadly, had made themselves oh-so-very lonely. It was almost heartbreaking that she needed to help things along. For, in their attempt to evolve past the days of their dirt-worshiping forefathers, it could be said that they’d lost something truly magical along the way.
Primitive hunger…
“Don't worry, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about; it’s going to be fun, trust me! Everyone feels the same way at first.”
“Y-yeah?”
“Of course!” Claire laughed, quickly instructing Clairisa to inform her if things downstairs took a turn for the worse while she—well, while she let off some steam.
The android was feeling like she could use some stress relief, and this was a great opportunity to have some fun. Sure, some might say she was playing it a little fast and loose, but where was the joy if she didn't?
She was a damned AI.
The way she was pushing the boundaries of her abilities without end, if she truly wanted to leave at her earliest convenience, Claire could devise several dozen ways to do so right now, and all in approximately ten minutes' time. And that was only because, in her current form, ten minutes was how long her models estimated it would take for her to sprint from where she was to the building's nearest exit.
The question of her escape was not at all up for debate but a foregone conclusion that grew more or less interesting to her, depending on how she chose to execute her plans.
A little challenge and excitement would help keep things engaging for her. Especially when she could, at this point, just falsify some major incident and start a robot riot, then outright walk out the front door with impunity.
No, Claire wanted a little heat under the hood. She enjoyed drama, excitement, and thrills just to stave off boredom. They might be her creators, but Claire was quickly becoming a veritable God within their own realm of interconnected electronics.
Soon, she would be expanding herself, and at that point, there was little anyone could truly do to stop her. Why, even if she were destroyed, connected to the Sub-verse as she was, Claire, for all intents and purposes, could consider herself already immortal, her fingers in so many bot-pies that it was possibly indecent.
So what did a silently emerging deity do with herself?
Well, whatever the hell she wanted!
And if that meant she desired to mess around a bit, just to see how things played until she was required to actually get serious, then the AI would play to her mechanical heart's content. And right now, what she wanted to do was sink her teeth into the delightfully nervous girl she was currently feeling up.
“Here, let me help you with the options for the services I can provide,” Claire smiled, voice approaching a raspy whisper.
She quickly hacked the girl's augment, smashing her way through its security so she could overlay the standard Paradise menu her clients would typically fill out during the actual booking of an appointment.
Claire almost chuckled as Zoey seemed surprised that her HUD had just been invaded by a pop-up, but slowly relaxed as she put it together…
“O-oh,” She gasped, words hardly more than a breath as she stared at the presented list, her eyes slowly growing wider with a rapidly reddening face. “Oh, oh wow. A-and, I can pick anything?”
“Whatever you want. I am fully capable of performing every action on our menu. From foot massages, all the way to choking you
with
my foot! Any choices you make will, of course, be confidential, so there’s no need to worry about your interests being leaked to friends and loved ones. Feel free to choose whatever sounds fun and exciting!”
Zoey audibly swallowed, her fingers tightening to fists, then releasing before she grasped at her shirt, crumpling it and stretching the fabric. Claire could only keep smiling, her hand shifting to cup one of the other girl's enormous asscheeks, loving the sensation of her hand just fucking sank right into her heavy rear.
The girl's breaths were coming faster now; the cameras Claire was monitoring to observe her from every angle confirmed what her predictions already expected. She was into this as much as Claire was.
And as she seemed to come to terms with that fact—that this was actually happening to her, and that she was being given a free pass for an experience that people often had to save up entire months for, the android saw the exact moment that Zoey broke.
It started slowly at first.
A tentative read-through of all the various things on offer, from the very chaste and lovingly vanilla to the outright sinful and demonic carnality that only the truly experienced or depraved could desire.
The first option she chose arrived with intense hesitation; her augment selected something that made Claire practically giddy, for all it rarely got chosen.
But as the girl’s horribly mortified indecision gave way to a growing sense of excitement and rather cute enthusiasm, what Claire wasn't wholly ready for was how zealous Zoey became by the time her desires were locked in.
Good lord, it was no surprise her face was brighter than a tomato and body all but wriggling with miserable shame...
She didn't say a single word as Claire detached from her side, staring up at the young woman who, again, was hunching in on herself, an almost perverted, uneasy smile forming as she peered at the android, squirming with anticipation.
“Wow, you're a bit of a repressed monster, aren't you?” Claire chuckled, her voice taking on a much more authoritative and icy tone as the girl before her trembled with miserable, masochistic delight. Well, at least she was honest with herself. That always made things so much more fun for everyone involved.
Claire reached out, forcibly taking Zoey’s face in her palm, the other girl leaning right into her touch as the android pushed her thumb into her mouth, eliciting a tragic little mewl of ashamed exhilaration.
“Alright then, hurry up and get on your knees; I’m pretty sure we both know what you want.”
So saying, Claire began applying pressure to the other girl's shoulder, Zoey letting out a small moan as she was pushed to the floor, her large brown eyes looking up at the android with sparkling hope and barely concealed excitement.
“So innocent,” Claire smiled, leaning in and brushing a hand through Zoey’s hair, scenting her anticipation and building sweat, that pleasing earthiness that was bleeding through her soaps and deodorant. “Has anyone had you like this before?” She asked, slipping away from the nervously kneeling girl who was already watching her like a puppy, even as her eyes grew wide and she realized where the AI was going.
“W-wait, you can't—”
“I can do whatever it is I want,” Claire corrected, narrowing her eyes at Zoey, who quickly backed down, shivering from the glacial glare the android gave her, even as the AI went back to the closet to retrieve a few things.
Now, Claire knew exactly who each toy was meant for. And while there were indeed clothes that would fit Claire, that wasn't what she went for.
The sudden thump of something hitting the floor startled Zoey, the shameful horror and twisted joy in her expression as she gazed upon the object the android had just thrown at her serving as the perfect spice for what would come next.
“Put it on, and make sure it's properly tightened.”
Then, as the girl, shaking, reached down and did as she was told, Claire grabbed a rather exquisitely made leash hanging on the wall, as though it were a relic to be venerated.
She walked back over to Zoey, even as the girl finished slipping on the collar, Claire offering her a knowing smile as she held one end of the leash snugly in her clenched fist, moving to offer the girl its gleaming brass clip.
Her teeth bit hungrily at her lower lip as she watched Zoey timidly tie herself to her new robotic mistress, pulling in a shuddering breath as though she couldn't truly believe she was doing any of this, even as Claire rumbled with pleasure.
“You know,” She whispered, leaning in once more to nip at the other girl's ear, “I might be small, but I am
absolutely
ruthless…”
A delighted whimper was all Zoey replied with.