Excessica Anthology BOX SET Winter (82 page)

He
turned her hand over and pinched the skin on the back.

"Ouch!"
she cried.

"Sorry,
sweetheart. Just wanted to see the resilience." It was perfect.

He
checked her hairline to see how the hair was attached. It looked real. He took
a handful and crushed it in his hand, then pulled.

"Ow!"
she cried. "My hair's real too."

She
rubbed her head but then raised her face and leaned towards him, pressing the
wonderful globes of her breasts into his arm and said softly, "I like it
when you do that. I really like it when you treat me that way."

"Mmm."
he said. "I'll bet you do. Does your hair grow too?"

"Of
course." she said, and then made a little face. "It's all cloned
tissue. But don't you like it this way? Is it too long? The wrong color? I can
always change it if you'd like."

"No,
it's fine. It's very nice." he said. "Look up, sweetheart."

She
rolled her eyes up and Bram pulled her lower eyelid down. The lower lid was
fully vasculated and moist, and the skin elasticity was perfect as far as he
could tell. There was no tell-tale eye-tremble as had been the case in the G
model, the unfortunate "Shaky Sally".

He
tilted her head back and looked up her nose and she giggled. He could see the
tiny hairs that lined the nostrils. The room light through the skin was just
the right shade of salmon pink, just like in a real human. Beautiful work, he
thought, just beautiful.

"Open
your mouth, dear," he said. They often cut costs in the molars, which were
hardly ever seen anyhow. But hers were as real as any he'd ever seen. Her
saliva was odorless, and the gum margins were pink, healthy and perfect. The
papillae in the center of her tongue were slightly erect, as if she'd eaten
something sweet. No trace of post-nasal drip. They must have changed the
location of the naso-bucal mucus generator.

He
held her head in his hands, felt the articulation of her jaw, the synthetic
bones, and the tested the texture of the chemotropic elastomer that formed the
muscles of her face. They felt like flesh. He stuck his nose into her open
mouth and inhaled deeply.

She
smelled like sweet clover with just a hint of anise. Absolutely no solvent
smell, no off-gassing, nor did her breath have that unmistakable non-human
quality that seemed like it would be a permanent defect in gynoids.

He
let go of her head and stepped back, and she swallowed quickly and said,
"Sorry. No one's ever done that to me before. You startled me."

"How
long is your tongue, Brie?" he asked. The Models G and H had been given
extra long tongues for sexual purposes, but consumers complained that it was
too disconcerting to suddenly have their gynoids wrap their tongues entirely
around their penises or force them deep down their throats. It was only a
detail, but one of those details that provoked some interest in the press. No
one knew what kind of tongue SUS would give the Model K.

"Please,
Mr. North. I'd rather not show you here," she said shyly.

"Why
not?" he asked.

She
shrugged and Bram noticed how well she blushed. "Are you
embarrassed?" he asked. Even her exposed chest grew pinkish.

"Well…yes,
I suppose I am."

Bram
laughed with disbelief. "Embarrassed! I'll be damned! You're even
blushing! Christ they're good! They've really done a beautiful job on you,
Brie. You're just perfect."

He
reached out and cupped one of her breasts. The weight, the warmth, the
resilience, was exactly as it should be. But then SUS had perfected breasts way
back in the C model, so that was no surprise. What was a surprise was the way
Brie twisted slightly and pressed herself into his hand, opening her lips in
pleasure.

"Mmm,"
she breathed, "I love when you touch me. I just love it!"

He
laughed at himself. He was getting hard. That's how good she was.

"Turn
around, love. Let's see your control panel."

She
turned around and pulled her hair away from her neck and said, "I'm sorry,
Mr. North, but I don't have a control panel."

"What?"

"I'm
sorry. I have no user-serviceable parts inside, so a panel isn't necessary. All
adjustments and customizations can be made by voice. Would you like to make
them now? I'm so anxious to be just the girl you want. It will only take a
moment."

"No,
no." he said. "Not now. You're fine now, Brie. You're very
lovely."

"Thank
you, Mr. North."

"Bram,
please." he said.

She
smiled, "Bram. Thank you. That is so sweet of you to say."

She
dropped her hair and took a step close to him. "I know you must be tired
Bram, but isn't there anything I can do for you? Can I make you a drink, or get
you a joint? Maybe draw you a bath? Or perhaps you'd just like a whole-body
massage? I'm a very good masseuse, skilled in all types of touch therapy."

"You
tempt me, Brie. You really tempt me."

She
smiled with pleasure and looked at him with blue eyes that glittered like
sapphires. "Good. I'm glad. Because just looking at you makes me want to
be bad. Very, very bad."

In
spite of himself Bram laughed in embarrassment. She was incredibly good, just
perfect, standing there looking at him from under her wild fall of hair,
hunching her shoulders together as if she had chills in a gesture that showed
off her cleavage. He noticed that the peaks of her nipples were visible beneath
her liquid silver top.

"Okay,
Brie." he said, dropping down onto the sofa. "Let's see how bad you
can be."

"Oh
yes!" she said.

She
quickly turned down the lights and lit some candles, then opened the drapes
over the front window so that they could see the lights of the city spread out
before them.

"You
don't mind?" she asked. "It's so romantic."

"I
don't mind."

She
turned to him with an expression of tender concern.

"Bram,
darling?" she asked.

He
looked at her.

"I
hate to bother you, but we really should do some presets, just so we'll both
get the most out of this. You could certainly choose all defaults, but I do
have some new features that should be addressed."

"Okay."
he said. "Shoot. What new features?"

"Erotic
lactation for one."

"That's
right. I'd heard about that." he said. "What are the options?"

"Off,
on arousal or on climax."

"On
arousal" he said.

"Female
ejaculation?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Then
I have two hundred and fifty six programmable personality-physical emulation
routines, one hundred of which have been factory programmed for your
convenience. You may choose from film and music stars, porno stars,
celebrities, historical figures…"

He
was familiar with this option too. It would let Brie quickly assume the
personality and physical features—insofar as it was possible—of
public women, so that if he wanted to make love to Le Tranh-Molay, the teenage
sex-goddess, Brie could turn into a very close emulation of her in a matter of
minutes.

"No,
Brie, that's okay. I like you just as you are."

She
smiled at him, "You are so unbelievably sweet!" she said.

"I
also have eight global attitude settings: default, Domme, sub, ice princess,
whore, little girl…"

He
was getting impatient now. With all the options available on a top of the line
Model K, this could take forever.

"Default,
Brie," he said petulantly. "Default on all of that stuff."

She
sensed his impatience. "Please don't be angry with me, Bram. I only want
to be as good for you as I can."

He
sighed. He knew it was silly to get upset. She was only doing what she'd been
programmed to do, but he was anxious now to try her out. But seeing the look in
her eye, her eagerness to please him made him sorry he'd snapped at her.

"Okay,
Brie." He sighed. "Just give me the bare minimum choices. Everything
else, set to default values."

"Oh
good! Darling, you won't be sorry," she said brightly.

"Now:"
she continued, "vaginal tightness?"

"Default."

"Supplemental
vaginal kinetics?"

"No,
I don't want all that buzzing and shaking. It's too weird. Use default
values."

But
then he caught himself. "Wait," he said. "Do you have
'peristaltic on orgasm'?"

"Of
course!" she said proudly.

"Fine,"
he said. "I'll take that."

"Good!
Now: orgasmic sensitivity?"

"Default."

"Vocalizations?"

"Yes.
I like women who make noise. What's the scale?"

"One
to ten," she said, "with ten high. Default is five."

"That's
fine."

"Yes,
good choice. We don't want to bother the neighbors." She giggled slightly.
"I'll be pretty vocal at five."

"Allow
obscenities?" she went on.

"Yes."

"Oooh
good!" she squealed happily. "I am going to be so naughty! Full body
tremble at orgasm?"

"Of
course," he said. "Hold on: didn't I get a press release about some
new orgasm algorithms?"

"That's
right, Darling." She was beaming. "You know me so well! I have:
global Fourier transform, massed variable feedback nervous overload, partial
frontal lobe seizure, spinal depolarization in square or saw tooth wave form,
site-specific asymptotic pulse…"

"No,"
he said, "That's all too complicated. Just stick with default."

He
looked at her. "Is that it?"

"That's
it, Love. That's the short program. As I get to know you I'll auto-adjust to
your likes and dislikes. It's the way I am. But for now, that's it."

She
smiled with suppressed excitement then gave him that smoky look and walked slowly
towards him, her body rolling with an exaggerated sensuality that looked very
good on her. "Except for the part where you put that big hard cock into my
virgin pussy and fuck me till I scream."

She
came and stood before him, putting one knee on the sofa and letting him admire
her body as she slowly ran her hands over herself, from her hips up to her
breasts, which she stroked sensuously, drawing her fingers slowly towards her
nipples. She gasped when she made contact and moaned as she rolled them between
her fingers, bringing them to erection and making herself pant. Then she
dropped down next to him on the sofa, facing him, and brought her mouth forward
for a kiss, her lips red, wet, and inviting.

At
first he kissed her critically. It was well known among sexual surrogate
engineers that it was much easier to make a gynoid who could fuck than it was
to make one that could kiss well, and earlier models had always been more or
less deficient in this area. Even as the gynoids got more and more human in appearance
so that it became near impossible to tell one from a human without close
contact, their kisses were awkward and mechanical, and the one sure-fire way to
tell a gynoid was to kiss her.

The
sensors, tactile, visual, and aural feedback circuits, micro musculature and
hormone release programs that were needed to make kissing possible were all so
delicate and involved that a big aftermarket had grown up that sold nothing but
retro-fit osculation packages, but even these left much to be desired.

But
SUS seemed to have made a giant step in the K model. Brie's kiss was warm and
soft and eager and sensitive. She teased him and promised him, she bit him
softly and soothed him with her tongue, she surrendered to him and left him
gasping.

"Wow!"
he said, a broad smile spreading across his face. "Wow, you can kiss. You
can really kiss!"

Brianna
couldn't keep her smile of delight from showing. "It's easy when you like
what you're kissing; and I just love your mouth."

She
closed her eyes and tilted her head for another kiss. "And that's not all
my mouth can do," she said.

She
was soft and sweet and her breath was like cut flowers in his mouth. He opened
his eyes and peeked and saw her brows knitted together in total concentration
as they kissed, her nostrils flared as she fed like a bird on the nectar of his
lips, moaning with pleasure deep in her throat. She stroked his face with her
soft fingers, and he felt her breasts press into him as she moved closer.

He
broke the kiss and she trailed her lips down his chin, over his neck, gasping
as she went, "Oh darling!" she breathed, "Oh, baby. Oh you make
me so hot! I need you so badly!"

She
unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt and pressed her lips to his chest,
licking and nipping at him, then he felt her fingers at his crotch as she
rubbed them over his burgeoning cock.

Bram
laughed, but there was a little edge in his voice. "Wait Brie, wait! Hold
on, just a minute. I'm not done checking you out."

She
looked at him, a small pout on her face, then she smiled. "All right."
she said. "I want you to check me out, Bram. I want you to see every inch
of me, everything."

He
smiled and laid back on the couch.

"Take
off your blouse," he said.

She
undid it slowly, eyes locked on his, while his were on her fingers as she undid
the buttons. When her blouse was open to the waist and he could see the
tantalizing shadows of her breasts inside, she pulled it from her skirt. She
let it slide off her arms and it dropped like quicksilver off her shoulders and
onto the floor.

Her
breasts were, of course, absolutely breathtaking. A generation of engineering
and marketing research had gone into making them as near perfection as they
could be and their shape, their mass, the warmth, the subtle coloration was
just perfect. The mere sight of them tripped some primitive deep-buried circuit
in an ancient part of his male brain and sent a surge of pure desire swiftly to
his loins, giving him a distinct and unmistakable little thrill. That, after
all, was what they'd been designed to do.