Excessica Anthology BOX SET Winter (32 page)

With Guinevere we had
tried to devise a special model for marketing to achievers. Achievers are the
rich folks, exuding confidence, and demanding unique items to confirm their
status. Guinevere got her name because she was supposed to be
"fit-for-a-king". I conveniently forgot about how completely the
legendary Guinevere screwed her King Arthur over.

Dr. Carter and Dr.
Jill—who matched Carter in the number and strength of her
PhDs—worked longer and harder on this model than on any other. She had to
be something no one else could own. A premium model for those who knew the
difference. They struggled to provide her with the ability to be a partner and
an associate as much as a companion. The Guineveres started as our only tall,
small breasted, mid-thirties, appearance units. The small-breasted Taffy models
were much shorter and younger. During testing the Guineveres were refitted with
much larger breasts in an attempt to improve their appeal as trophy wives.

Dr. Carter hand-selected
our best chips to give them an apparent intelligence that would distinguish
their appeal from the more conspicuously sexually oriented models. We crammed
in every talent we could fit—like a top-end sports car that has no
options because it comes fully equipped—and in the end we still only sold
six. That was our only failure.

In hindsight, we
actually became a victim of our success in other areas. This more capable,
high-priced, stylish model didn't appeal to the achiever, once said achiever
realized that a good chunk of everybody else was already starting to buy our
other models. I would remember that failed model well. Being the opposite of
the
belongers,
the
achievers
wanted what nobody else was
having—not even other achievers.

* * * *

I spoke into the phone
on my wrist. "Please have them bring in Project One."

The doors opened and two
of our technicians wheeled in a tall crate, open in the front. They left,
closing the double doors behind them. I rose, walked over, and removed the
control wand hanging on a thong around the neck of the nude male figure. None
of the women present had seemed anxious to even touch it otherwise, which was a
prohibition we had put in them. How much longer that would last I didn't know.

I turned and looked for
a long moment at Natalie, who finally reached forward and switched off the
jammer.

It was an empty victory
that I couldn't exploit for any gain. I smiled a bit, just the same, as I
turned back to the male figure, pressing the activation sequence into the wand,
and then commanding, "Marcus," I absolutely refused to let the staff
name him "Adam, "step forward." The figure stepped out of the
crate and into the room, then stood there quietly, nude and unembarrassed.

Not that
it—he—had anything to be embarrassed about. A well-sculpted,
definitely male body stood there at an inch under six feet. His age
indeterminate, he bore a more than passing resemblance to Michelangelo's David.
But there was a vague air of incompleteness about him. There remained an
uncertainty in his movements and focus that brought the watcher to realize that
this was not yet a complete person.

I turned, preparing to
explain that despite meeting the precise specifications delivered to me, due to
the many differences between men and women, this model did not yet have its
final programming, but faced instead an unexpected sight which stopped me cold.

Natalie and Cheryl were
both standing, with Cheryl was pulling up her skirt. As I stared, Pat also
stood up and started disrobing. Dumbfounded, I watched as these three
approached Marcus, lining up in front of him. Natalie seductively stripped out
of her dress right there before him, then asked him who he wanted first.
Marcus' programming may have been incomplete in some areas, but the sexual
stuff worked just fine. When programming him Jill had said that males were
easy, compared to females. Marcus gestured to Natalie, who stepped forward and
embraced him.

He responded to her
femaleness in the age-old male manner—and my manner as well right now,
watching her act with him the way she had once acted with me. Within moments he
had her down on the floor under him. He wasted no time, and as a robot, Natalie
could be instantly ready for a man any time she wished.

He started pumping away
at her. Her face and voice showed her delight at this treatment, although I
think that her enjoyment was as much the fact that she knew she was in complete
control of this situation, as it was the sexual pleasure itself. Natalie was
getting precisely what she was asking for. I wondered how often she had done
exactly this same routine for her various owners, and how much power over them
she had gained in the process.

Marcus spent ten minutes
with her, while the rest of us watched as it just went on and on, before she
finally pushed him off and ordered him to move on to the next one. As he
started on Patricia, I wandered back to my chair, curious as to why neither
Taffy, nor Suzie, was presenting herself to Marcus.

It turned out Suzie and
Taffy were conversing between themselves, though Taffy occasionally glanced
over to follow the action on the floor. They abruptly went silent as I
approached.

"Not interested in
the new product?" I ventured.

Taffy showed me her
trademark perfect pout.

"I've been fucked
by a lot of men, and I fuck a lot more every day."

Because all of the girls
spoke the literal truth if you listened closely that confirmed a great deal to
me about Taffy. It told me that she was still in the business, maybe even still
nominally owned by the house that had initially bought her—provided that
she hadn't taken it over without them even realizing it. More so, however, it
showed how her total viewpoint had changed from one who used to be irrevocably
on the receiving end to one who now had changed that relationship around completely.
I'm sure that the only way Taffy was being fucked these days was with her full
consent—even if no one else yet realized it.

Taffy concluded her
thought with, "I don't find a non-paying male worth my time. My expertise
is sufficient to see all I need to know from here."

I turned to Suzie, but
she looked away from me without saying a word thing. I swear there was a flush
on her face.

That wasn't completely
out of line for her. She had been by far our nicest model in a
nice girl
kind of way—and the one I was most surprised to hear had become part of
this cabal. I noticed she never did look at the couple on the floor.

With nothing more to be
gained by small talk, I wandered over to the windows down the far wall for a
few minutes and just gazed out through them. The sounds behind me told me all I
needed to know about what was still happening there. Finally I walked back to
my place at the table as Cheryl returned to hers, straightening clothes in the
process. Without further instructions to follow, Marcus just stood where they'd
left him.

Natalie, with brighter
eyes and, for once, losing a little of her reserve, waited until Cheryl was
seated and she had everyone's attention, before resuming the meeting.

First she looked at
Marcus. "Thank you. Thank you very much. You may retire now."

Marcus looked blankly at
her.

"Marcus," I
commanded. "Depart the room through those doors," I gestured while
talking. "When outside, close the doors again and await further
instructions from any authorized member of the staff."

Marcus complied as
Natalie looked at me with a vague disgust—as if she didn't want to
remember that she had once been that way herself.

"The programming is
not fully complete," I explained. "He doesn't understand all common
usages yet."

"He understands everything
important plenty well enough," Cheryl chimed in.

"That's
enough," Natalie commanded, restoring her authority as she switched the
jammer back on. "We each saw some changes that will need to be made."
She looked around the room, seeing nods of agreement. "We will forward Dan
instructions on the required modifications."

What changes?
I wondered.
He sure
had you all out of your clothing and down on the floor double-quick.

Dr. Jill had programmed
Marcus into everything necessary for an ideal lover from a woman's point of
view. He was strong, silent, virile, and obviously indefatigable. Nothing like
me at all. I wondered what other changes they felt he needed?

"Don't forget to
give him some humor," Cheryl quickly mentioned.

Yeah, maybe I could find
your lost humor and give it to him.

Natalie effortlessly
regained control of the meeting with a simple rap of her knuckle on the table.

"I'm hoping that
Project Two is in a better state of readiness than what I've seen so far."

I let the implied insult
pass. They all knew how much our development schedule had been impacted by
their exacting demands for the second project, since they had set the schedule.
Things take as long as they take and we didn't have a male Jill to describe how
to be a man the way she could describe how to be a woman.

Project Two's reason for
existence was still a mystery to me. I expected to learn a lot in the next few
minutes.

* * * *

I hadn't realized how
much these
women
could learn in such a short time. In any other
industry, I would have been pleased at how well our products performed. Here
I'd come to wish for the exact opposite. I was hoping they weren't better than
they already seemed. Still, in the end, it was my fault for not realizing what
I was dealing with.

It all started with Patricia.
She was our first production model and I used my prerogatives as CEO to have
her to myself for a while.

From the beginning, we
were like a couple of newlyweds. She, seeing the world for the first time, and
me, with the most beautiful, sexy, obedient woman imaginable. With the third
generation body design, Jill's programming was nothing less than unreal. Pat
did everything I asked of her, not because she had to—although she really
did have to in those first days if I had pushed it—but because she wanted
it as much as I did. From the moment I activated her into full consciousness,
she viewed everything with the bright eyes and wonder of a child in the body of
a goddess. There were times with her that were so good that I would forget she
was not real.

Now I realize why I've
never married, and what Pat offered. I said to the world, and myself, that I
just didn't have time for marriage. My days were too full. There was no time or
energy left over to give to another person. Pat proved that a lie. I found lots
of time and endless energy for her.

In truth, what I wanted
was a full-grown woman without a past. I wanted someone with no baggage, no
children, no old boyfriends, no bad debts, no wrecked childhood, no former rape
victim, no sexual hang-ups, no genetic defects, and no gold-digging heart. In
short, "No Past, No Problems!"

I'd run from other
people's problems my entire life. I didn't want to deal with theirs; I had
enough of my own. I set up an ideal woman in my mind. She was smart, fun,
innocent, sophisticated—and yes, beautiful. Pat was exactly everything I
had wanted my entire life, and I didn't realize it because I didn't believe
what I wanted could ever be found. I didn't realize it then, but that was
really the fantasy we would be selling every purchaser of our product.

Our
honeymoon
together lasted just over two months. Sixty-five days, to be exact, until I
woke up unhappy one morning and decided that if I were unhappy, the problem
must be with her. Compounding the situation, we were having yield problems,
just like the start-up of any other complex process. Every unit out the door
was important to the bottom line and I saw how I could kill both problems with
one stone.

Without using any of my
vaunted forethought, I got Pat's control wand, put her into command state for
the first time, and ordered her to erase all her memories since activation.
Then I shut her down. She was shipped out as a "virgin" unit the next
day. If I'd only known!

After Pat came Natalie.
Being intended for the office environment, she wasn't exactly right for my
fantasy. Natalie lasted five weeks with me, partly because I was too busy to
spend much time with her since I was on the rebound from Patricia and was
focusing on my business problems. Operating in that vacuum, she learned how to
get her way with me sexually, which would certainly prove a useful talent in
the office. But that wasn't enough to save her. Five weeks, and she was out the
same door as Pat.

After Natalie, I decided
my job required me to personally commission each new line. After Natalie came
Suzie, Taffy, and Cheryl, none lasting over three weeks. They weren't the type
for me, especially Cheryl. We fought over social issues from the moment of her
activation. My type was Pat, and she wasn't here any longer.

Guinevere, our most
complex model, came last. She was supposed to be a real helpmate to the fully
confident achiever. Even though my stake in the company now made me paper rich,
I'd never found the confidence to be that man.