Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Hungry Guy
Title: FEMBOT NOT!
Universe: Fembot
Summary: Frustrated that she can't get a human boyfriend in a world
where guys only want fembots, she arranges to have herself sold as a fembot
to an unsuspecting male.
Keywords M/Fembot FFembot/M ScFi cons rom asfr bot robot oral anal ws

humil tort Language: english

   FEMBOT NOT!  BY: Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)

   *** Chapter 1 ***

   Carol was sitting on her living room sofa going through her bills in her
panties and bathrobe on a Saturday morning.  She wrote a check for $143.97
for her electric bill.  $82.06 for her phone bill.  $53.20 for her cable
bill.  And she paid her Master Card down by $50.

   Then there was the junk mail.  A dating service sent her a special offer
just for women.  Women can join for only $800.  Men, of course, joined for
free.  In a big yellow star, the flyer screamed they had a ratio of only 20
women to every man in their membership.  But she had tried a dating service
once, and never even got as far as one date with a man.

   She opened a large, thick white envelope from Shinra Corporation.  Just
out of curiosity, she had sent for a fembot brochure a while ago.  She
couldn't understand how any guy could prefer a robot over a real live
woman.

   "Ugh!" she gasped when she opened the brochure.  She felt like she was
reading a porno magazine.  She was looking at a photo of a beautiful
woman--no, a fembot--giving a guy a deep-throat blowjob.  The caption read,
"Now a man can have multiple orgasms!  A fembot can deep-throat you
continuously, for as long as it takes, to give you orgasms over and over
again.  All you need to do is sit back and enjoy!"

   The following page showed a man fucking a girl in the ass.  "A fembot
can take you up her back door as easily as up her vagina or in her mouth. A
fembot is always in the mood for sex and will never refuse you."

   She flipped to another random page showing another beautiful woman
running a vacuum cleaner in the nude.  "A fembot can clean your house for
you between blowjobs, with never a complaint or demand for help."

   She flipped to the back where the brochure talked about the technical
aspects of a fembot: "Powered by a small LENR fusion reactor, a fembot
needs only a small drink of water each day as a power supply."

   The next page talked about her skin: "A fembot's skin is a protein-based
polymer that has the feel and taste of live human flesh.  It's porous
internally, and warm oil is pumped through it to make it feel like human
flesh.  She's indistinguishable from a meat girl by sight or touch.

   "Meat girl?" Carol shrieked to herself.  "Is that what I am?"

   The following page got a little more explicit: "A fembot's mouth has
artificial glands that produce real saliva, and her vagina has artificial
glands that produce real feminine lubricants that are chemically identical
to those produced by a meat girl."

   "This is sick!" She tore the brochure in half and slapped the pieces
onto her coffee table.

   The following weekend, Carol's brother, Brian, had invited her over to
his apartment for dinner.  She spent the afternoon washing and brushing her
long natural blonde hair.  She was an attractive woman, and she knew it. 
In a bygone era, guys would have said that she was "hot." But slender,
beautiful women couldn't even get fat, ugly guys these days.

   She arrived at Brian's apartment.  Mom and dad were there too.  In this
age of fembots, will anyone in the next generation have a real mom and dad
any more?  Brian's fembot, Tifa, served them spaghetti after they sat at
the table.  Brian was a salesman at a nearby Shinra distributorship--so, of
course, he owned one of the infernal things.

   Tifa set Carol's plate in front of her.  "Thank you, Tifa."

   "You're welcome, Carol.  I hope you enjoy it."

   Carol sometimes didn't know whether to be amazed or disgusted when she
visited her brother.  If she didn't know that Tifa was a machine, she never
would have guessed.  She had talked alone with Tifa often enough.  Having a
conversation with the robot was just like chatting with one of her
girlfriends.  Tifa had opinions--intelligent opinions--about current
events, her favorite sports teams, movies she likes, and so on.  Of course,
Tifa's sole motivation was to make Brian happy and be ready at any moment
to obey any request, sexual or non-sexual, that he may make of her.  That
came through loud and clear.

   After Dinner, after mom and dad left, and Tifa was washing the dishes,
Brian sat next to Carol.  "Is something wrong, sis?"

   Carol could talk to her brother about almost anything, drinking, drugs,
boy trouble, girl trouble, safe sex, and so on.  "I don't think I'll ever
meet a guy.  All you guys want fembots.  You don't want real girls any
more."

   "Yeah.  Shinra sells malebots too, but we sell ten fembots to guys for
every malebot to a girl.  And then there's the occasional guy who buys a
malebot, or girl who buys a fembot..."

   Carol gasped.  "I don't want to go there..."

   "Neither do I," Brian said.  "Now _THAT'S_ sick..."

   "I don't know what I'm going to do!" Carol started crying on her
brother's shoulder.  (And, no, this isn't going to turn into _THAT_ kind of
story) "The last time I was at the mall, every fat, ugly guy had a
beautiful woman on his arm dressed like a slut--obviously all fembots.  You
have to be a supermodel or a rock starlet to get a real live human guy
anymore.  I'll do anything to meet a real human guy!"

   "Well," Brian said slowly, "If you're willing to take a risk, get a
birth-control implant, and can be a fair actress, I have an idea..."

   *** Chapter 2 ***

   Ted had returned home to the U.S.  last month.  He got a job right out
of college and had spent the past ten years in India as a software
engineer, starting as a tester, and working his way up to coder, to project
leader, to DBA, then to system administrator.

   With his living expenses practically nil all that time, and the stock
market shooting up like a rocket for the past few years, Ted had
accumulated over $1,400,000 in his mutual fund.  Yet, he knew that wealth
can be frittered away too easily.  So instead of a lavish mansion, he had
put $200,000 down on a small townhouse.  Instead of buying a brand new
Porsche Boxster, he purchased a pre-owned 2024 Boxster with low miles. 
Then he hung his shingle as an independent computer consultant.

   He had one more major purchase to make, though.  He kept a Saturday open
to shop for a fembot.

   The Nissan fembots weren't to his liking.  They all had huge chests;
while a lot of guys liked that, Ted didn't.

   Honda went for the techno look.  Their fembots all had skin and hair in
wild colors: lime green, hot pink, Day-Glo purple, bright orange.  Their
fembots were the most affordable, but man!  Were they ugly!

   He considered buying American out of sheer principle, but American-made
fembots had to be operated by a remote control.  That wasn't so bad, but he
had also heard rumors from reliable sources that most of them were secretly
hermaphrodites with retractable dicks.  Yuck!  No way would he even
consider an American-made fembot if that were true!

   He stopped at the Shinra distributorship last.  Shinra's fembots were
the most expensive by far, but also the most realistic, and they didn't go
for any glitz--all just normal, but attractive, women.

   "May I help you?" a pretty receptionist asked as he entered the lobby.

   "I'm just looking," he barked at her and continued into the showroom. 
Looking around at the fembots on display, most were inside sealed glass
cylinders, but a few were standing openly on pedestals.  He walked up to a
brunette in a tiny black negligee.  "Are you for sale?"

   "Yes, I am," she said sweetly.  "I'm Selphie.  What's your name?"

   "I'm Ted, but I'm not really interested in brunettes."

   "You should ask a salesman for help," she offered.

   Almost as on cue, a man in a white blazer came out with his hand
extended.  "Welcome to Shinra!  I'm Brian.  You are?"

   "I'm Ted."

   "You like Selphie here?"

   "Hmmm, not really," he said, still standing in front of her.  "I'm
partial to blondes."

   "No problem, sir.  We have a large inventory of blondes.  Please follow
me."

   Ted had wanted to look around on his own first, but he followed the
pushy salesman into a small cozy conference room and sat at a small round
table.  Opening a thick binder, he opened it, revealing pages upon pages of
beautiful women--no--fembots.  "Why don't we start by choosing three or
four, then I'll bring them out to meet you.  Once we narrow down your
tastes, we can narrow down your choices."

   "Sounds good," Ted said.

   "Do you prefer a type-1 body, or type-2?"

   "I don't know what you mean."

   "Oh, you haven't seen our brochure yet?"

   "No." Mild annoyance started rising in his voice.  "I'd just like to see
some fembots.  Blondes."

   "Then have a seat on the sofa, and I'll be right back."

   The salesman left, and returned a moment later with a strawberry blonde
with piercing black eyes.  The woman--no, the fembot--sat next to Ted on
the comfy sofa.

   "This is Tara," the salesman said.

   "Hi Tara."



   "Hi Ted," she said.

   "So, you're really a robot?"

   "Yes, I was built three months and four days ago in Japan and shipped
here."

   "Wow!  You look, talk, and act just like a real woman."

   "Thank you.  My skin is an organic polymer..." and she gave the whole
spiel about how a fembot is indistinguishable from a real woman.

   Ted took her arm in his hand and examined her closely.  Her skin sure
looked and felt like human skin, even to the fine hairs.  He held his arm
out and held their two arms next to each other.  In direct comparison like
that, the differences between the human arm and the fembot arm became more
apparent.  His arm was covered with freckles and the occasional pockmark
and scar from over 30 years of life.  Her skin, on the other hand, showed a
total lack of any kind of blemish, freckle, pockmark, scar, birthmark, or
anything else."

   "How do you like Tara?" the salesman asked.

   "She's hot, but I'd like to see a few more before I make up my mind."

   "No problem.  I'll be right back." The salesman left with Tara, and
brought Jubilee, a short bleached blonde.  Next, he brought out a tall
blonde by the name of Carol.  Then Liane, a tall strawberry blonde.  And
last, just for variety, Nola, a black girl with blonde hair all in braids.

   "From what you've seen, can we narrow the selection down a little?  I
can bring a few more girls out who more closely match your preferences."

   "Actually," Ted said, "I rather like that tall girl with the long hair
you brought out before.  What was her name?"

   "Carol?  She just came out of assembly this morning.  She'll go fast!"

   "I bet!  You give most of your fembots odd names, why did she get a
normal girl's name?"

   "I don't know, sir." The salesman laughed.  "I just sell 'em, I don't
name 'em.  Would you like to meet Carol again?"

   "Yes, please."

   The salesman left and returned, once again, with Carol.

   Carol sat next to Ted as she did not too long ago.  Ted took her hand in
his and examined her once again.  Unlike the other fembots, she had a few
blemishes and freckles here and there on her arm.  "I can't believe how
realistic your skin looks and feels!  There's no way I could tell you from
a human girl!"

   "Thank you, Ted," Carol said.  "My skin is made from an organic
polymer..."

   "Yes, I know," Ted interrupted her self-sales pitch, "by pumping warm
oil though your skin with a mechanical heart, yada, yada, yada."

   To the salesman, Ted said, "I don't need to see any more bots.  I'll
take this one."

   "Good choice, sir.  Like I said, Carol was just assembled this morning,
and she'll probably be gone by the end of the day."

   The salesman beckoned Ted and Carol over to the small oval table, where
he laid out the sales contract and other paperwork.

   "So, what's the bottom line?" Ted asked.

   "If your credit is good, we can take a $1,000 deposit and then put the
balance on an installment plan.  Or you can pay in full, if you'd like."

   Ted handed the salesman his credit card for the $1,000 deposit, and then
signed the contract.

   The salesman then handed Ted a form.  "Read this number to her then
speak your name."

   "Why?" Ted asked.

   "This process registers you as her owner to her.  Once it's done, she'll
obey only you.  Of course, keep her registration number in a safe place."

   "I see," he said to the salesman.  Then to Carol, he slowly read off the
string of 16 digits and then spoke his name.

   A second later, Carol smiled and replied, "Registration accepted.  I'm
pleased to be your fembot, Ted."

   "Great!" the salesman said.  "It usually takes a few tries to speak all
those numbers right.  Good luck with her!"

   "Thanks," Ted said and left the Shinra showroom hand-in-hand with Carol.

   Ted hadn't had any loving since that fling with that cute Indian girl
last year, and he was so horny!

   So upon entering his townhouse and closing the door, he took Carol
upstairs into his bedroom.  He put his arms around her waist and kissed
her, but she gasped and pulled back slightly.

   "Is something wrong?" he asked.

   "No," she said.  "I'm just a little nervous.  I hardly know you."

   "Oh?  I didn't know that was a problem for a fembot."

   "It isn't!" she said and threw her arms around his neck and pressed her
mouth to his.

   After they had kissed for nearly a minute, Ted pulled back and said,
"Drop to your knees, Carol."

   Carol squeaked but did as instructed.  Ted unzipped his jeans and let
them drop.  His member was already hard in anticipation when it fell out of
his Jockeys in front of Carol's face.  "C'mon, Carol!  What're you waiting
for?"

   Carol glanced up at Ted, then did as instructed.  In slow motion, she
opened her mouth and slid her lips over his quivering member.  She began
sliding her head back and forth, causing the pressure to build in his
loins.

   "C'mon, Carol!  Deep throat me!" He grabbed her blonde hair and pulled
her face hard against his groin, jamming his hard cock down her fembot
throat.

   She immediately began bucking and gagging and pulled her mouth away,
sputtering and coughing.

   "What's wrong with you?" he asked angrily.

   "I'm sorry, Ted.  Let me explain.  I'm one of the latest models with
even more realism that most others.  I have a gag reflex that I need to
learn to overcome.  You need to be patient with me."

   Ted slapped her hard across the face.

   "Ow!" she cried out!

   "You will call me, Master!" he demanded.

   "Yes, Master," she squeaked.

   "And why would they give a fembot a gag reflex?" Ted asked.  "That kind
of defeats the purpose!"

   "I have no idea," she squeaked.  "Why don't you lie on your back on the
bed and let me blow you?"

   "Sounds good," Ted agreed, so he removed his remaining clothes and lay
on his bed.  Carol climbed onto the bed at a 90-degree angle to him and
began to suck him once again.  After a few minutes, the pressure built in
his loins and he exploded into Carol's mouth.  She continued to drain him
until he grew soft, then she sat up.

   "Was that good for you?" she asked.

   "I've had better," he said.  "Go downstairs and make me dinner.  I have
macaroni on the counter and cheese in the refrigerator.  And I'll have a
cup of coffee to go with it."

   "Okay," she said and hurried out of the bedroom.

   Some time later, Carol came upstairs and peeked into Ted's room.  "Our
dinner's on the table, Master."

   Ted followed Carol downstairs and sat at the table.  "You're eating too?
I thought you only needed water for your fusion thingy."

   "I need extra protein for my mechanical glands and related functions,"
she said.  "I'm an advanced model.  Remember?"

   "You mean I have to feed you every day?  Shit!"

   After dinner, Ted went over to his computer to surf the Internet while
Carol struggled to finish her dinner, then she washed the dishes.  After
she had finished the dishes, he called her over to him in the living and to
put _Planet of the Apes_ in the DVD player then join him watching the
movie.

   "I love this part!" Ted said, just before Charlton Heston shouted out,
"Take your stinking paws off me, you damn dirty ape!"

   Then, after the movie, Ted took Carol, who was still naked from earlier,
back upstairs and to bed.

   He told her, "Lie down diagonal on your back on the bed."

   "What are you going to do to me, Master?"

   "I paid good money for you, Carol.  You're going to deep throat me."

   "But my gag reflex.  Please be gentle!"

   "Look!  You're just a machine--a fancy sex doll!  I'm going to sit on
your face with my cock down your throat and mouth-fuck you, gag reflex, or
no gag reflex!"

   "Okay," she squeaked.  Had he looked down, he would have seen the stark
terror in her eyes.

   He climbed on top of her body, and lay on her, straddling her head
between his thighs, and slid his hard, erect member into her mouth. 
Arching his back, nearly his full weight, 180 pounds, came to bear upon her
jaw.

   He then began pumping her.  Hard!  He slammed his crotch against her
lips, over and over again, as her body bucked under his weight.

   "Hmm," he said to himself.  "Maybe realism is a good thing, after all!"

   Her gag reflex massaged his cock, bringing him to rapid orgasm.  He
exploded deep in her throat.  Her gag reflex continued to milk his cock,
and he continued to shoot wad after wad, evoking more gag reflex.

   Then, finally spent, he rolled off her and curled up and went to sleep.

   Ted woke horny the next morning.  So he grabbed his sleeping fembot,
startling her awake.  Without hesitation, he mounted her and slid his eager
member between her legs.  She was dry, so he pushed his hips down hard,
thrusting into her, evoking a screech from her.  Lost in his own pleasure,
he continued thrusting until his release came, filling her robotic twat
with his hot seed.  As soon as he was spent, he rolled off her and walked
into his bathroom to shower and leave for work.

   That evening, Ted stopped to do some food shopping on his way home from
work.  Among other things, he picked up a case of cat food.

   That night, Carol prepared a rare T-bone steak and mashed potatoes for
Ted's dinner.  As he sliced his steak, he noticed that Carol was barely
nibbling on her cat food.  "If you don't need protein today, let me put it
in the refrigerator for tomorrow."

   "I'll eat it, Master," she squeaked.

   Ted finished his dinner and left the dirty dishes on the table for Carol
to clean up while he took a seat in his living room to catch a game.  Carol
was still struggling to choke her cat food down.

   Though, true to her word, she gradually got better at giving blowjobs
over the weeks that followed.  After mouth-fucking her enough times, she
got over that annoying gag-reflex.  She eventually got to the point where
she could keep him in her mouth for hours at a time, bringing him to orgasm
over and over again--something he could never expect to get from a meat
girl.

   His consulting business was picking up, and he was starting to get to
know his new neighbors.  One of his neighbors, a Justin somebody, had won a
fembot in a radio station call-in contest the prior week, and the two got
to talking out by the cluster mailbox one evening.  Justin had invited him
and Carol over for dinner the following evening, and so he accepted. 
Justin said that his fembot, Aerith, came pre-programmed with a lot of
recipes.  Maybe Aerith and Carol could "link up" and download each other's
recipes.

   So, that evening, Ted and Carol went over to Justin's townhouse.

   "Come on in," Justin said when Ted rang the bell.  Justin's townhouse
was laid out identical to Ted's.

   "Let's catch the game while our bots make dinner?" Justin said.

   "Sure, maybe they can download each others' recipes, or whatever?"

   "Sure," Justin agreed.

   The two fembots prepared dinner as the game went into overtime,
appearing once or twice only to bring out beer for the men.  They served
dinner just as the game ended.

   The steaks were prepared just right, and the two fembots hovered over
their respective owners, keeping their drinks and plates full.

   Ted was puzzled that the two fembots just waited at attention while he
and Justin ate alone.  "Your fembot doesn't need to eat with you?" Ted
asked.

   "No.  Aerith says she gets all the protein she needs from me by giving
me blowjobs.  Why?  Does Carol?"

   "Yeah.  Carol is some kind of advanced model who needs to eat like a
real person.  Like the first night I brought her home after I bought her, I
mouth-fucked her and she told me how they built a gag reflex into her for
extra realism.  That was stupid!"

   "Hey!" Justin said, looking over at the two fembots.  "Your fembot is
blushing, Ted!  Her face is as red as a tomato!"

   "Heh!" Ted chuckled.  "Yeah, she blushes sometimes."

   "Cool!" Justin said.  "Your fembot has more realistic features than
mine."

   "Fuck realism!" Ted said.  "I just want to fuck all her holes!  Isn't
that what you want?"

   "Actually," Justin said.  "Not at first.  I originally was going to sell
her.  When I first won Aerith in that contest and brought her home, I
couldn't understand why anyone would prefer a machine to a real girl..."

   Carol coughed, another annoying bit of unnecessary realism, then Justin
continued, "but after fucking Aerith, I was convinced of the benefits of a
fembot over a meat girl."

   "Yeah," Ted said.  "After breaking her of that stupid gag reflex, Carol
can fuck circles around a meat girl!"

   Dinner continued.  The fembots served dark chocolate cake for dessert.
Then, after coffee and dessert, it was getting late, so Ted and Carol
headed home.

   That night, after Ted had mouth-fucked Carl as he often does, he rolled
over and started to fall asleep.  But then he needed to pee.  Not wanting
to go down the hall to the bathroom, he said, "Carol!  Get on your knees by
the bed here."

   "You want another blowjob?" she asked sleepily.

   "No, I need to pee.  So I'm going to use your mouth."

   "Master!  Please!  Don't make me do that!"

   "Get over here, you fucking belligerent machine!" he demanded.

   Carol crawled over and knelt before him at the side of the bed.  He slid
his soft member into her mouth.  He knew about water sports, and had tried
it once with a real human girl, but he was too tense to let his pee flow
into her mouth.  But peeing into a robot's mouth was no different that
peeing into a toilet, and his piss flowed freely.  He felt her swallow so
as not to spill any on the floor.

   "Now get back into bed!" he commanded as she headed toward the door.

   She stood and pointed at her mouth, still full of his piss.

   "Oh, swallow it!" he said.  "It's fuel for your fusion thingy."

   She swallowed and returned to bed, as did he.  But a moment later, she
emitted the strangest noise, then rushed out of the bedroom to the
bathroom.

   "Jesus Christ!" Ted cursed as he followed her into the bathroom a moment
later to see her puking into the toilet.

   She stood and wiped her mouth with a wad of toilet paper.  "I'm sorry,
Master.  I couldn't help it."

   "Yeah, well, get back in bed!  I feel like fucking your ass!"

   "Yes, master," she squeaked.

   No sooner than she climbed into bed and lay on her stomach, he pulled
her legs apart and slammed himself on top of her, forcing a gasp from her.
He immediately jammed his hungry member into her tight sphincter with all
his weight, producing an ear-shattering shriek from her mouth.

   "Shut up and enjoy it, bitch-bot!" he screamed back as he pumped her
ass.

   The new-felt tightness on his cock spurred him to almost immediate
release.

   Then, spent, he rolled off her and promptly fell asleep, sparing his
ears the sound of her sobbing.

   Months went by, and Ted was growing dissatisfied with his "realistic"
fembot.  He had decided to return her to Shinra and make a royal stink if
he didn't get a good portion of his deposit back.  But upon checking his
statements, he noticed that his credit card had never been charged the
$1,000 deposit.  Nor had he received any monthly payment bills for her.

   Then, upon calling Shinra, they had no record of him buying a fembot
from them.  After countless calls through layers and layers of automated
call direction systems, "Press 1 for this, press 2 for that, press 3 for
something else," and speaking to numerous customer representatives, it was
clear that Shinra had somehow lost all record of their sale of Carol to
him. So he decided to keep her for a little longer, then either sell her
for what he could get, or just take her down to the dump and junk the
worthless bot.

   Still, during the year that followed, she learned how to deep-throat him
for continuous hours, to give him bedside toilet service without puking,
and to ignore the torture of taking him up the ass without lubricant.  She
also became an efficient housekeeper, cook, and personal assistant.

   Ted and Justin got together occasionally to catch a game on a Sunday
afternoon while their two bots waited on them tirelessly.

   But Ted was getting itchy for adventure again.  His consulting business
provided him a modest income, but not the big bucks he had grown accustomed
to overseas.  So he placed his impressive resume on Monster and Dice, and
quickly got calls for interviews.  He was so confident that he had even
begun to pack his townhouse in preparation to sell it.  He wasn't
interested in most of the jobs, but when he got invited out to Los Angeles
to interview for the position of CIO for a LotsaTech, large multi-national
company that ran the bulk of their Information Systems in Japan, he had
most of his belongings packed away in small moving boxes--except one.

   He had obtained a large wooden crate made just for storage of bots. 
"Carol!  Come here!" he ordered.

   "Yes, Master?" Carol came over.  She was naked, as he liked her to be
when they were home alone.

   "Stand in that crate for a minute."

   She seemed to hesitate for a moment before complying, then backed into
the tall narrow, shallow crate.  Her neck, waist, wrists, and ankles fit
nicely into half-circular cutouts in three cross planks that ran
horizontally along the back of the crate.

   Ted slid the matching front planks into slots into the side walls of the
crate.

   "What are you doing, Master?" she squeaked, the panic rising in her
voice.

   "Relax," he said.  "I'm just trying something."

   "Master.  I think, maybe, I should tell you something about myself."

   "Just shut your metal mouth, you stupid machine!"

   "Yes, Master, but you won't keep me in here for long, will you, Master?"

   "Of course not!"

   Upon hammering the planks in place from the sides of the crate, she was
securely fastened inside the crate by three gallows, the top one around her
neck, a second around her waist and wrists, and a third around her ankles.

   He was about to place the front panel on the crate and hammer it on, but
he checked his watch--the taxi would be here any second.

   "This is really uncomfortable, Master!  Will you let me out soon?"

   "Yeah, in just a minute," Ted rasped.  "Now shut up!" Ted rushed
upstairs to grab his weekend satchel that he had packed a little earlier.
Almost as an afterthought, he snapped the switch on the thermostat to turn
the central air conditioning off.  Then went outside just as the taxi
arrived and blew its horn.  Being it was the middle of a heat wave, he was
sure glad the taxi came quickly.

   His flight to Los Angeles was uneventful.  He met with the executive
team the following day, and they promised to make a decision quickly. 
Indeed, they did, they called him on his cell phone the following morning
while he slept late in the hotel.

   "Ted, we'd like to extend an invitation to join LotsaTech!"

   He returned to their Los Angeles headquarters that afternoon and
negotiated a six-figure salary with generous benefits.

   That night, he celebrated with a night out on the town.  Los Angeles had
plenty to keep a young, wealthy bachelor occupied after the sun went down.

   The concierge gave him a list of clubs that, while women paid a $20
cover, men got in for free.  At many of those clubs, men's drinks were half
price.

   At one such club, he eyed the crowd.  Many guys were there accompanied
by slutty-looking women, obviously their fembots.  A few guys were there
alone.  Either they were like him, travelers away from home, or else they
had a fetish for meat girls.  Well, the pickings were pretty decent.  There
seemed to be about four or five women to every man in the place on
average--not too many that the guys would be overwhelmed by lame pickup
lines, but enough that those men so inclined would have a decent selection
of flesh to choose from and take home.

   Of course, it didn't take long for Ted to notice a head full of frizzy
bleached blonde hair to take the stool right next to him at the bar.

   Ted glanced at her.  Meeting his eye, she said, "Hi!"

   "Hi" Ted answered back.

   "Where's your robot?" she asked.  "Or are you one of those rare guys who
prefers a _REAL_ woman?"

   "I have a bot, but she's packed away at home."

   "Oh?  Not satisfied with a metal lover, huh?"

   "Actually, no.  If you ask me, fembots are overrated."

   She lightly touched his arm and said, "I'm glad you think so."

   Ted woke in the girl's arms the next morning.  It was an unwritten rule
in these situations not to exchange names or other personally identifying
information.  With the advent of fembots, feminist groups have lobbied for
increasingly burdensome obligations upon men in areas such as alimony, even
after a single romantic encounter.  And child support often amounts to 80%
of a man's income before taxes.  Women who want a romantic encounter with a
man had better be willing to fuck and forget.

   Ted slipped out of her arms and quietly dressed.  Had the room been
better lit, he might have seen a tear roll down her cheek as she feigned
sleep.

   A short taxi ride returned him to his hotel.  He checked out and caught
a flight home that afternoon.

   The taxi let Ted off in front of his house just as Justin had arrived
home from work and the two met at their cluster mailbox.

   "Hot enough for you?" Ted asked Justin.

   "Yeah!  It's a scorcher!  How you been?"

   "I just accepted a position overseas.  They want me to start next week."

   "Congratulations, Ted!  But what about your house?"

   "I guess I'll leave it in the hands of a realtor to sell it. 
Everything's packed up.  I think I still have a few beers left in the
fridge.  Want to come in for a second?"

   "Sure," Justin said.

   Upon entering, Justin wiped his hand across his forehead.  "Phew!  It's
roasting in here!"

   "Yeah, let me turn my AC back on."

   "So, where's Carol?" Justin asked.

   "Oh, the stupid bot is crated up in the living room.  I'm going to put
it into storage with the rest of my crap."

   "What!  Carol!"

   Justin rushed into Ted's living room, climbed over the stack of moving
boxes and came face-to-face with Carol, fastened into her crate.

   Her body was ashen.  Her eyes looked hollow.  A small puddle of urine
and a tiny pile of feces were on the bottom cross-member holding her ankles
in place.

   Her eyes unable to focus on him, she rasped, "Water!  Please!  Water!"

   Justin ran into the kitchen and, for lack of any glasses in the bare
cabinets, grabbed an empty coffee can out of a bag of trash in the corner,
rinsed it out, and filled it with water.  He rushed back to Carol and
lifted it to her lips.  She gulped it down in a split second.

   "More!" she rasped again.  "Please!  More!"

   Justin rushed back into the kitchen, and rushed back out to give her
more water.

   "What are you doing?" Ted asked with a chuckle.

   "Your fembot's on death's doorstep, Ted!"

   "Oh, she'd just go into standby or hibernation or something when she ran
out of fuel for her fusion thingy.  What's the big deal?"

   "Well..." Justin stammered.

   "Hey!  I have an idea!" Ted said.

   "What?" Justin asked.

   "Maybe I can rent my house out instead of selling it.  I tell you what!
I'll let you have Carol--you seem to like her--and in return you manage the
house for me--find tenants, collect the rent, pay the mortgage and taxes,
arrange repairs, and so on."

   "Maybe, but management companies usually take a percentage.  Will I get
a percentage of the rent?"

   "Hell!  I'm giving you a fembot worth over a hundred grand!  What more
do you want?"

   "Well, since you put it that way, sure!"

   Ted, being a good businessman, wrote up a quick contract, which they
both signed.

   Then Ted rooted in one of his boxes and handed Justin a crinkled old
slip of paper.

   "What's this?" Justin asked.

   "Her serial number, you have to read it to her and say your name so
she'll take you as her new owner."

   "Oh, right," Justin said.  "I had to do the same with Aerith before I
took her home with me."

   Carol looked a little better from her two coffee cans of water.  Justin
read the sixteen-digit number to Carol then said his name.

   Carol replied immediately with a big smile, "I'm pleased to be your
fembot, Justin!" Color seemed to return to her face.

   Justin looked at Ted.  "Now can I get her out of this crate?"

   Ted laughed.  "You can do whatever you want with her.  She's your
headache--I mean, fembot now!" Glaring at Carol, Ted sneered, "Sell her, or
chop her up into itty-bitty gears and computer chips for all I care!"

   Ted handed Justin a hammer, and Justin promptly pulled the nails out of
the sides of the crate.  When the last stockade board fell out, Carol,
still naked, fell into Justin's arms.  "Thank you, Master!" she gasped, her
throat still seemingly dry from lack of water.

   She could hardly walk, so Justin carried her out of Ted's place, and out
of Ted's life.

   Ted followed a little later and dropped off a bag full of her cat food
and clothes in front of Justin's front door.

   Later, Ted called a moving company, and had his belongings put into
storage a couple of days later.

   Ted met with Justin to finalize a few details about renting his house
out, then he caught a flight to Tokyo and his new adventure and next
fortune.

   LotsaTech put Ted up in a five-star hotel across the street from their
world headquarters while he shopped for a house.

   For his first night in Tokyo, he went down to a bar in the hotel.  Japan
was one of the few countries in the world where hardly anyone spoke
English, even as a second language.  So he didn't dare wander too far.

   Looking around, it was a scene as typical as any bar back in the states.
Of course, Japan had an even higher market penetration of fembots than the
USA.  So, obviously, the situation with real women was much the same as
back home.  A small bar, it was almost all women, most in groups, but some
alone.  There were a few groups of guys at tables, two or three couples,
and one or two guys alone.  But the ratio of women to men seemed to be
about 10 to 1.

   The bartender, a short Japanese fellow, came over when Ted took a seat
at the bar.  He ordered an Asahi beer and watched the activity as the
bartender walked off to get it.  Hungry Japanese women didn't let those
single guys in the bar stay alone for very long.

   Indeed, in a flash of déjà vu, Ted took a seat at a bar, and a short
Japanese woman sat next to him almost immediately, then another sat on his
other side.  Ted knew the score; a single guy just couldn't sit alone at a
bar for very long before being hit on by lonely, horny women.

   The moment Ted glanced at the one on his right, their eyes met.  She was
a luscious beauty with long black hair, big brown eyes, and golden skin. 
Smiling, she said something in Japanese.

   Ted shrugged, and answered, "I don't speak Japanese.  Sorry."

   She giggled and said, "I'm Suki, and," pointing to the woman on the
other side of Ted, "this is friend, Kumiko." Suki giggled again and added,
"We speak some English little."

   "It's nice to meet you both.  I'm Ted."

   "It is nice to meeting you too, Ted," Suki said.  "May we buy you beer?"

   Before Ted could answer, the bartender brought Ted's beer and Suki paid
for it, and ordered one for herself, too.

   "Thank you," Ted said.  "But you shouldn't have."

   "Too late!" she giggled.  "Already buy beer.  Why in Tokyo?"

   Ted took a sip of his beer.  "I start a new job for LotsaTech on Monday.
For now, I'm staying here in the hotel until I can find a place to live."

   "Ah, nice hotel," Suki said and took a sip of her beer.

   "Yes, it seems very nice," Ted answered, noticing that Kumiko wasn't
drinking.

   "Nice company, LotsaTech.  What you do?"

   "I'll be managing their I.T.  department.  What do you ladies do?"

   Suki said, "I supervise dental office for group of dentists.  Kumiko
is--special friend."

   "I see..." Ted answered, wondering what she meant by that.  Were they
two lesbians?  And if so, why were they taking such an interest in him?

   "Alone, are you?" Kumiko asked.

   Ted took another sip of his beer.  "Yes, I packed up my house back in
America and I came with just the bare essentials."

   "No robot?  Girlfriend?  Wife?"

   "I had a robot, but I gave her to a friend as payment to watch over my
house for me.  No wife or girlfriend."

   "Ah, nice man like you need girlfriend and robot, no?"

   "Oh!" Ted said as his eyes widened.  "Say--you're not a robot, are you?"

   "No!" Suki said.  "Not robot.  Am real live human female."

   "I see."

   "You like human female, yes?"

   "Yes!  I bought a robot--the one I gave to my friend--but she didn't
live up to all the hype that everyone said about robot lovers, if you know
what I mean.  So, no more robots for me!  Real women from now on."

   Suki ran her finger down Ted's sleeve and said, "Well then?"

   "Yes, sure!" Ted answered the implied question.

   They finished their beers, then the two Japanese women each took one of
Ted's arms and led him out of the hotel.  Out on the street, they hailed a
taxi, and a short ride took them to a residential neighborhood of lo-rise
apartments.

   The apartment was tiny and plainly furnished.  All the furniture in the
room consisted of a big-screen TV against one wall, a cabinet full of fancy
dishes, and a low rectangular table in the middle of the room.  The two
women sat Ted down on a mat by the table, then disappeared into an
adjoining room through a sliding door.  They returned a moment later with a
carafe and three tall narrow glasses.  Pouring what looked like wine, Ted
took a sip and found the taste sweet and sour and very alcoholic.

   After they had finished nearly the whole carafe, Ted was feeling rather
giddy.  Suki stroked Ted's face, and he didn't hesitate to pull her face to
his for a lingering kiss.  A moment later, Kumiko merged her face into
theirs for a three-way kiss--Ted's Tongue lapping around alternating
between one woman's mouth then the other's, as their three tongues wrestled
together.

   The three broke for air after a while, then the two women spoke in
Japanese.  They stood and walked over to a closet set into the wall and
pulled out a rolled up mattress.  The two hurriedly removed a set of sheets
and blankets from an upper shelf and made the bed.  Then they returned to
Ted and began undressing him.  Between the two of them, they had him
completely naked in less than a minute.  Then Suki took Ted's hand and
placed it on a button on her blouse.  Taking the hint, Ted undressed her.
Once she was naked, Kumiko touched Ted's shoulder.  It was obvious what she
wanted him to do, so she, too, was naked a moment later.

   Both of their petite Asian bodies were perfect examples of womanhood. 
Their elfin figures only served to arouse Ted even more than he already
was. The two women took Ted by the hands and led him into their makeshift
bed where they resumed their three-way kiss.

   While Kumiko continued to kiss Ted, Suki slowly licked straight down
Ted's torso until she reached his crotch.  She gingerly placed her lips
onto the head of his penis and then slowly slid her mouth up and down his
shaft.

   Having been a week since his last orgasm with that anonymous woman in
L.A., Ted was primed and ready to blow on a hair trigger.  Suki didn't have
to work very hard to trigger Ted's climax into her mouth, still while
swapping spit with Kumiko.

   Suki sucked every drop of Ted's climax until he went soft, then crawled
back up to reconstruct the three-way kiss.

   Suki broke the kiss again and said, "Now you use mouth make me orgasm."

   "Gladly!" Ted answered as both women leaned back and Suki lay on her
back with her legs invitingly separated.  Ted started by putting his mouth
to one of her breasts and sucking in her nipple.  Her nipples were already
hard by then, but he managed to make it just a little harder and wetter
while drawing "Ohh!s" and "Ahh!s" from her.  That job done, he didn't
hesitate to crawl between her open thighs and start sucking on her black
hairy twat.

   Finding the little nub that was her clitoris, he began sucking it in and
out, and in and out, drawing a slight trickle of pussy juice into his mouth
as she got even wetter than she already was.

   Ted felt Kumiko reach between his legs and fondle his penis while Suki
began bucking and crying, "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" in sync to each suck of her clit
into his mouth.

   Suki's orgasm finally subsided as she gently stroked the back of his
head and said, "That so wonderful!"

   Ted crawled up and said to Suki, "I'm glad you liked it." Then to
Kumiko, he said, "I can do the same for you too, if you'd like?'

   Kumiko answered, "But wouldn't you like to come again?"

   Being the first complete sentence that Kumiko spoke all evening, she
surprised Ted that her English wasn't broken like Suki's, though she still
had a strong Japanese accent.  Ted answered, "I'm not a tireless teenager
anymore, Kumiko.  I don't think I can come again for a while."

   Kumiko smiled and said, "I can make you come again.  Lay on your back."

   Ted did as requested, and Kumiko slid her mouth over Ted's limp member.
Now, Suki leaned over Ted's face and resumed their kiss.

   Ted stroked the back of Kumiko's head at his crotch with one hand, while
he stroked the back of Suki's head with his other.  After what seemed like
nearly twenty minutes, Kumiko's relentless sucking--and he did actually
feel suction--made him hard again.  And even as he got hard, she kept the
full length of his member in her mouth and throat without a hint of
distress.  He could feel his cock bend around the sharp angle at the back
of her throat, and she continued sucking relentlessly.

   He was on the verge of coming when Kumiko pulled off and asked, "Do you
want to orgasm in my mouth or my vagina, Ted?"

   "Your vagina would sure feel good, but do you have any rubbers?  I
don't."

   "I can't get pregnant," Kumiko said.  "It's your choice."

   Ted thought quickly.  Unlike the USA, feminist groups in Japan had not
yet succeeded in virtually outlawing male-female relationships by imposing
horrifically onerous obligations upon men while at the same time bestowing
windfall entitlements upon women without any such "sexist" safeguards as
checks and balances, so Ted decided to trust Kumiko, and said, "Okay then,
on your back!"

   Kumiko complied, and spread her legs.  Ted mounted her and slid his
eager member into her twat.  His second climax on the brink, he began
thrusting in and out.  Then Suki climbed onto Ted's back.  Whoa!

   Ted was straining to fuck Kumiko with the weight of Suki on top of him,
then Kumiko said, "Let me do the work, Ted."

   Ted thrust in, then Kumiko clamped her pussy muscles so tightly onto
Ted's rock-hard member, evoking a gasp from his mouth.  Ted was amazed that
a woman could have such strength down there.  For Ted's second amazement,
she began to stroke his member with her pussy muscles, up and down, up and
down, while grasping it tightly.  Ted exploded into Kumiko while Suki
kissed the back of his head.

   "Oh!  Oh!  Oh, God!  Oh!" Ted screamed at the most incredible fuck he
had ever experienced in his life.  Kumiko continued to milk Ted's cock with
her amazingly strong and agile pussy muscles, while seeming to actually
draw the cum from him with a strong suction.  His orgasm continued to last
for longer than he imagined possible as well, and when he was finally
spent, he lay panting on Kumiko with Suki still on top of him.

   "Kumiko!  Wow!" he panted.  "You too, Suki!"

   Both girls giggled, then Ted said to Suki, "We better get off Kumiko, or
she won't be able to breathe with both of us on her."

   "I'm fine!" Kumiko said to that, "Stay on me as long as you both want."
But Suki rolled off anyway.

   Ted started to pull his softening member out of Kumiko, but it was
stuck--rather, Kumiko had such a tight grip on his cock with her pussy
muscles, that he couldn't pull it out.  "What the fuck?" he gasped.

   Kumiko giggled, "You like that?"

   "Wow!  But can you let go now?"

   To Suki, Kumiko asked, "Shall I let him go?"

   "No!" Suki answered.  "Let's keep him!"

   Ted tried to pull out, but her grip on his member was impossibly strong,
though it also felt incredibly good, too.

   "Just kidding," Suki giggled.  "Let him out."

   Kumiko released Ted's member, and Ted rolled off, settling between the
two girls.

   "Wait a second!" a little light bulb glowed momentarily above his head.
"Kumiko, you're a fembot, aren't you?"

   "Yes, Ted.  I'm Suki's fembot."

   Ted turned to Suki.  "You own a fembot?"

   "Of course, is so strange?"

   "You like girls?  Then why did you bring me home?"

   Suki grinned.  "Like girls, but like boys better."

   "Then why did you buy a fembot?  Why not a malebot?"

   Suki looked introspective for a moment before answering.  "Can't afford
two robots.  When bought Kumiko, considered malebot instead--not need man
then.  But wanted real man someday.  Would you go home with us if me and
malebot come on to you in bar?"

   "No, I wouldn't have gone home with you.  So you chose a fembot.  I
see."

   "Yes.  Strap dildo onto Kumiko with belt when want fuck.  Not feel as
good if Kumiko was malebot, but good enough."

   "I see.  But wow!  This was the greatest night, Suki.  I hope we can do
it again someday."

   "We can!  Every day!  Live with us, Ted, please.  Kumiko and I make you
very, very happy.  You and Kumiko make me very, very happy.  Yes?"

   "Oh, yes!  I'll move in with you!" Ted blurted and kissed Suki.  "All
three of us will be very, very happy!"

   * END *