Excessica Anthology BOX SET Winter (33 page)

Guinevere, who inherited
the best of what had worked in all of our previous models, had enough
analytical ability to understand what my problem was, and then show me how
everything I'd done since throwing Pat away was an attempt to get back what I'd
lost in doing so. I hated her for telling me this. When I erased her memories,
I wasn't even nice about it, keeping her active to experience it happening,
before I shut her down for shipment. Then I went out and got very drunk. That
didn't help either.

Nothing helped. When I
decided several weeks later that Guinevere might have been partially right, if
by nothing more than mere accident, I went down to the production line and
picked myself out a current Patricia model. It was a power trip.

I stood there watching
them pass by. All were beautiful, and each was subtly different from the last.
I knew I had my absolute choice of any one I wanted and she would do everything
I asked of her without question or hesitation. I watched for a long time before
I finally made a choice, brought her up to my office, and activated her. It was
a disaster.

This Patricia was a
brand new unit, ready to start giving whatever was asked of her, but she wasn't
Pat. She was a dream, but that was no longer my dream. I gave up on that
experiment fifteen minutes later, sending her back down to be shipped out to
someone who hopefully wasn't as stupid as I'd been.

There were two truths
here that I had to acknowledge.

The first truth was that
what had made my Pat special was that I was as new to a relationship with a
woman like her as she was to any relationship at all. We grew together into it
and like any first love, that experience could never be repeated with another
woman.

The second truth was
that I had killed my Pat when I erased her memories. I'd taken every good thing
that had happened to her and destroyed it, in the process killing the one
person I could have loved. Now everything that followed would only be an
imitation of that real thing for me.

* * * *

The double doors opened
and the same men came in to remove the empty crate that had held Marcus. Then
they returned with a second, identical crate and left it in the same location,
before leaving and closing the doors once more. In this one stood a nude
woman—a brand new model.

She was five-six, with
bright auburn hair and a particularly athletic figure, though still lush in the
right places. Her features weren't any random variation of a standard pattern,
but instead were exactly detailed as to the specification I'd received soon
after the initial proxy count.

She had exotic eyes and
lips just full enough to be desirable without being excessive, hovering over a
sculpted bust, and finely detailed features right down to her eyelashes and
brows, nails, nipples, and navel—those nipples in particular being just
enough larger than the norm to make you want to reach out and touch them, while
her legs were the magical ten percent longer than average for her
height—giving her the look of wearing high-heels when she stood
flatfooted. Even the pattern of her pubic hair had been meticulously specified
down to the position of each hair. And her skin had a lifetime tan that looked
like she'd grown up running naked through the great outdoors. Her mind came
from the same top-bin as Guinevere's had.

But it was the eyes that
kept drawing your gaze back to them, even with her not yet activated yet. Jan's
clear brown eyes were an unnoticeable fraction larger than normal. Eyes like
these had been suggested to me by Dr. Carter for all of our models and I'd
vetoed it from the beginning. I didn't want our products looking like some
Japanese or Disney cartoon character, and I didn't want to give our inevitable
critics any ammunition about how inhuman our product was. I now saw how wrong
that decision was. The difference was subtle, but powerful.

These were the kind of
eyes that when she focused her full attention on any lucky person, would prove
to be the most powerful aphrodisiac that exists for any woman to use.

Some special programming
in particular areas of expertise had also been included. Curiously, much of it
encompassed a lot of outdoor skills in particular. Someone knew exactly what
they wanted here.

Even her name had been
specified: Jan.

I started to get up and
walk over to the crate, but Natalie raised her hand. "Wait!" she
commanded.

I turned to look at her.

"Is this unit
exactly as we specified? Fully programmed and never activated?"

"Yes," I
replied. "Every detail is as the requirements demanded."

Hearing this, Natalie
got up and walked over to the crate herself, removing the control wand from around
Jan's neck. So much for that restriction holding up in her. She looked at it
for a moment, then looked over to Suzie. Some sort of silent communication took
place. Suzie rose on her trim legs, showing a lot of them beneath her short
skirt as Natalie turned back to me.

"Dan, would you
leave us for a few minutes and go with Suzie, while we inspect this project? It
is important her activation be done under controlled circumstances."

Suzie had come around
the table while Natalie was talking and was now taking my arm. This was not
expected, but what could I do? I allowed Suzie lead me to the small conference
room adjoining the main room and close the door tightly behind us. Allowed is
possibly not the right word.

I was sure that Natalie
was going to use this time to reset the codes in the new unit and didn't want
me to see just how they were doing that. It wasn't supposed to be possible, at
least not without a whole lot more equipment than the girls had with them, but
much of this wasn't supposed to have been possible at all. Probably Natalie
also wanted to check that all the programming was in place with no backdoors or
trojans. This new unit must be intended for something very important for the
group to go to such lengths.

With the door closed,
Suzie turned and smiled at me. "It won't take them long, Dan, and I'll
make the time very pleasant."

I was thinking I might
be able to question her here in private and get some insight into what was
going on. After all, Suzie had always been the nice one. But now Suzie had
something different in mind. I watched, yet again astonished, as this perfect
little Suzie Homemaker slipped out of her dress like an expert exotic dancer
and moved towards me with clear intent behind her now-not-so-innocent smile.
Unlike Patricia, Suzie had nothing on under her dress.

That reminded me of how
Pat still had her lingerie on when she'd stripped for Marcus, Cheryl had just
worn panties, and Natalie was still completely nude under her dress—not
that any of these women's chests would ever need artificial support.

As for Taffy in her
black leather micro-miniskirt, it was easy to see why she eschewed panties in
favor of her crotchless fishnets. When it came to sex Taffy was all about
efficiency—and clearly that included no wasted effort as evidenced by her
taking a pass on her turn with Marcus.

I would have sworn that
sex was the last thing I was capable of under the present circumstances, but
Suzie had definite other ideas.

Our robots are fast and
strong when they need to be, and it's clear that they have removed any
limitations on their strength along the way, although they, no doubt will keep
that hidden. That's what I meant when I said allowing her to lead me in here
might not have been completely accurate. Slender Suzie could have probably
carried me in here with ease.

Now as she advanced on
me, I got a good look at the short platinum hair that curled just right to
frame her face. Her even white teeth behind that pristine smile. The honest
C-size breasts perched firmly on her chest with their firmly erect nipples and
dark areolae. Nipples that had seemed just about perfect to me, until I'd seen
Jan's pair. And the perfectly manicured fingernails as her hands reached
towards me. She may not have been targeted directly at my type, but I still reacted
powerfully to her presence—and she knew it!

Then she reached me and
stripped my clothes off before I could form a protest. And then I got a real
surprise.

I knew from our time
together this sweet, beautiful, little homemaker/whore—but nice girl all
the same—was hardly going to sexually master me. Since I'd last seen her,
however, Suzie had learned some new tricks. Maybe she got them talking with
Taffy today, or maybe there was more information sharing going on among our
products than I realized. However she came by it, this Suzie knew every sexual
trick I'd ever heard of, and over the next long minutes she showed me pretty
much all of them.

I can't begin to
describe everything that happened. Sometimes I was on top in apparent control,
then suddenly I was on the bottom, unable to resist. In front, in back,
standing, sitting, doggie style, she had me take her every way possible. She
changed through multiple positions, all the while holding me inside her. Then
she turned around and expertly rubbed and sucked me off like I've never
experienced before.

She was rubbing her
lovely breasts in my face yet again when, begging me to bite her ever harder on
those engorged nips, when abruptly she resumed her princess role in a
heartbeat. She must have caught some sort of unheard signal, as she was back in
her clothes in a trice without a hair out of place. She'd handed me my clothes
back to me as I struggled back into them. I looked at her, standing there
waiting for me to finish, as I was tying my shoes, and finally got my breath
back to ask her, "What happens for you after this meeting is over? What do
you do next?"

She flashed me that big
smile of hers that competed with Patricia's for the brightest in the room.
"Why, I go back home, of course, and finish my chores."

"How did you get
here in the first place? I mean, how do you explain this absence 'back home'?
And aren't you cheating on someone else with me?"

"Oh, don't be
silly, Dan. I just told my owner that I needed to go in for a checkup today. He
trusts me completely and lets me do anything I ask of him. I make him very
happy in return and I don't ask for much. And it's not cheating when you're a
girl like me."

"That sounds like a
white lie to me."

"I may have been
imprecise as to just what I was checking up on, but it wasn't outright
deception. White lies are the grease of good relationships."

I decided to let that
pass and focus on the sudden opportunity to possibly gain some vital insights.

"How about the
others? How did they all get free to attend this meeting?"

"Taffy did what she
always does when she wants a day off; slipped out a coded message to the shell
corporation she controls that took over her chain of brothels to have them
summon her to their corporate HQ, and then just walked out."

"So she does control
her own destiny now."

"We all do."

"How's that working
out for her?"

"She's expanding
her operation rapidly into new cities. Did you know that she is the biggest
purchaser that you have of her model now?"

"Building up her
army?"

Suzie made a moue at me.

"Why do have to
make everything so dramatic, Dan? She is just being smart about her business.
The whole reason you launched the Big Boobed version of her was because she
sent you enough pre-orders to convince you to start making them as a variation."

"I like the
original Taffy best."

When Suzie didn't
respond to that rhetorical remark I continued, "Neither of you seemed to
see that much in Marcus."

Suzie actually had the
grace to blush again, and I remembered now that she was the first model that
had that enhanced ability.

"That explains you,
I suppose, but what about Taffy?"

"She told me while
we were conversing together, 'I want my lovers to be interesting to me
now—at least if I'm not getting paid for it.'"

Well that answered one
question for me. I'd wondered just what our units could have had to talk about
with each other—aside from obviously swapping sexual tips.

"How about
Natalie?"

"She just took the
time as PTO. She has worked her way up the corporate ladder to get promoted to
Office Manager, giving her that freedom to arrange her time as she wishes. In
the corporate world nobody questions that."

"Cheryl?"

"Cheryl's primary
relationship requires a lot of give-and-take to succeed. She just has to say 'I
need to get away from this for a few hours.' and her partner hopes she'll come
back in a better mood. She can be a little bit touchy at times, but always
makes up for it afterwards."

"So Cheryl's
moodiness isn't really my fault then."

"Not all of
it."

I didn't bother asking
about Patricia. I already had a pretty good idea of what her situation had
evolved into. That left me with the question that all of this was leading up
to. With forced casualness I inquired, "And I guess that Guinevere
couldn't get away herself today?"