The Adventures of Robohooker (4 page)

“You can vary the pressure your pus
sy exerts while you
’
r
e
fucking?” M
andy said, now sounding quite awed.

“Four bands of synthetic muscle
in that orifice
. I could literally milk a man’s cock with my pussy.”

“Well, I could see that she’d have novelty value for a while. How come she’s ended up here?”

“Because the international Robotics Corporation are paying us a pretty penny to train her up.”

“Paying you, you mean.”

“Anybody that
contributes will be rewarded. You know me, M
an
d
y, I’m always fair with the girls.”

“You gonna throw her in at the deep end and get her a john then?”

“I hadn’t decided on that.  What do you think, Andi, would you like to go straight ahead and be a hooker or would you like to learn a little more first?”

I was unused to making a decision about anything and so her question threw me for a moment. However, if I was expected to emulate human behaviour I had to be ready to pass judgements.

“I think I would like to view a client being serviced before I attempted any hookering myself,” I said.

“Well, that’s easy done,” Mandy said, “I got a guy due in ten minutes and I could take him into the Voyeur Suite.
”

Fifi noticed my look and explained. “We got a room set up with video cameras. Sex is something of a spectator sport too.”

“And your client will be aware that he is being viewed?”

Mandy pointed to a notice which stated that services were provided on a Thursday afternoon on the understanding that they might be video-taped with the aim of staff training.

“Just makes them fuck harder, act more macho,” she added.

“And the client you will be fucking, is he a typical customer?”

“
Sam?
For this place
he’s typical
, yeah. He’s not a regular Joe, owns a hardware company, so he’s got money and can afford to come here. That also means that he’s older than the users of a regular whore-house.”

“Does age make a difference to performance?” I asked both experienced whores.

This time it was Mandy who deferred to her senior. “Depends on the individual,” Fifi explained,  “We have some guys can’t handle much more than a cuddle. But some others are as horny as if they were 18 years old.”

“And your Sam, which category does he fall into?”

“Don’t say nothing, Mandy,” Fifi snapped, “I’d like to know just how much pre-programming those smart boys have implanted in her metal skull. We’ll watch her together, Andi, and I want your comments and opinions.
Does that suit you?
”

Again, I was being asked for a decision and I nodded hesitantly, though unsure of what was expected of me.

Mandy departed for her assignation and Fifi led me through to the Voyeur Viewing Room, which consisted of six chairs grouped round a large viewing screen.
We took our seats and Fifi flicked switches which made the screen light up. On it appeared the Voyeur Suite, an elaborate
ly decorated
bedroom at the centre of which was a large, circular bed
.

“Game on!” Fifi announced as we saw Mandy enter the room with her client.

Sam was a small, thin, grey-
haired man, perhaps in his late
sixties, well dressed in a business suit and a hand clamped to the right cheek of Mandy’s ample bottom.

“What do you think,” Fifi asked, “Is he here for a cuddle or a fuck?”

“From his appearance it looks unlikely that he is capable of giving Mandy a good fuck,” I replied.

But Fifi’s
sly
smile made me immediately doubt my judgement. “Have you had
sexual
relations with Sam
in the past
?” I asked.

Fifi nodded
shyly and I added
, “In which case I think he is capable of an awesome fuck.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because you smiled, which implied that I was mistaken in my judgement about his appearance being an indication of his sexual prowess.”

“I could have been bullshitting you.”

“No, your reaction was too immediate.”

Fifi smiled again, but this time in acceptance. “Well done, Andi.
I think you’ve learned the lesson. You can just sit and enjoy now.
”

I did not enjoy
,
as I was not programmed to appreciate visual representations of human sexuality, only physical stimulation, However, as an example of how the business of selling sex should be conducted, it was instructional.

As they stood together Mandy undressed Sam and revealed that he had a large cock which hung a good way down his
skinny
thigh. She stroked it gently with her hand, causing it to
stiffen and
rise slightly, while she ushered him to sit on the bed.
Then she sank to her knees and attended to him orally, sucking on his cock till it filled with blood and stood proud and erect, belying his scrawny torso.

“Ooh, you big beauty!” Mandy hissed, releasing him from her mouth and standing up so she could undress herself.

“That is not exaggerating,” I commented, “as I was told is Mandy’s stock in trade, for the penis is, indeed, impressive.”

“That it is,” Fifi agreed
.

Mandy bent over and allowed her aged paramour to suck on one of her bulging breasts as she removed her skirt, below which she was wearing stockings a suspender belt and brief panties of a vivid red hue.

“She is not of the Fluffy Furball persuasion,” I mentioned, noticing her bare pudenda.

“No, she’s mad for getting it waxed on a regular basis. I do think she might have a masochistic streak.”

“Undoubtedly, especially if she expects to accommodate Sam’s enormous cock without discomfort.”

“He is a big boy, isn’t he. But Mandy’s a trooper, she can take it.”

“I have no doubt, she seems like an experienced hooker. It will be educational to watch her being fucked by a well endowed client.”

“You can be educated, I want to be entertained,” Fifi said, pulling her brief skirt up and revealing her underwear. She began rubbing herself between the legs as we watched Mandy take her place on the bed and spread her thighs. Her aged lover sprang up and took his place between them
, before ramming himself into her without any further ceremony.

“Oh fuck!” she announced loudly, though I was unsure if this was an instruction or an announcement of appreciation.

In any case it served to encourage her elderly lover to start banging away at her like a man possessed.

“Do you have medical professionals on the premises?” I asked Fifi, “For I fear this senior citizen may suffer from a cardiac arrest if he continues in this fashion.”

“Don’t you worry about old Sam,” my tutor replied, “
h
e can bang like a shit house door in a gale without breaking sweat.”

“Jesus God, fuck me with that big tool, Sam,” Mandy pleaded, throwing her legs up on his thin shoulders.

I carefully recorded all her utterances and logged them in my database in case they should be of use to me in the future.

Her first utterance was followed by, “Dear God, you’re huge,” and “You’re splitting me in two,” neither of which conflicted with the visual information I had received.
It was a most impressive and instructive
depiction of human coitus and I was greatly impressed, especially when Sam joined the conversation with lines such as, “Take it, you fat bitch!” and
“Had enough yet, you horny whore
?”

“Why does he feel the need to be insulting, when she is so complimentary?” I asked.

Because he’s a man and they’re all dick-heads,” Fifi replied, though her fingers had now delved beneath her underwear and she was writhing a
round with unrestrained passion
.
Even though I was not programmed to be aroused by visual depictions of sexuality I found that Fifi’s proximity to me and her undoubted enjoyment transmitted themselves to me somehow and made my vaginal parts throb. I found this enjoyable
.

“God, you’re making me come, Sam. I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come! I’m coming! I’m coming! Oh, dear God, you’ve killed me! I’m dead,” Mandy screamed.

“Now, she is being foolish,” I commented, “It is perfectly obvious that she is not deceased as she is still vocalising.  In any case if Sam had killed her with hic cock he would be guilty of homicide and also, if he continued fucking her, he would be committing necrophilia, which I doubt you have on your menu in your brothel.”

“It’s just exaggeration, honey,” Fifi gasped as she seemingly reached a climax herself.

“Is there a time element involved?” I asked. “Will Sam be charged by the minute for he is taking an eternity to reach an orgasm?”

“No, the clients can take as long as they like. I don’t like the girls to have more than two johns a day so they got plenty of time.”

“That must leave them a lot of spare time. How do they utilise this?”

“I try to encourage them to take up a hobby. Mandy’s actually a very accomplished sculptress. But some of them
just like to read books or watch soaps. The hardest part is keeping them off the booze.”

“Robohookers would not pose such problems,” I said proudly, “We could be switched off and stored in a cupboard when not required. Or programmed to perform maintenance tasks around the premises. I noticed that many of your rooms need redecorated.”

“Here it comes! Here it comes!” Sam croaked loudly, increasing the tempo of his thrusts into Mandy’s puffy orifice.

“How much will Sam pay for Mandy’s services?” I asked.

“Straight fuck? A thousand bucks. And the house takes ten per cent.”

“So, Mandy has earned nine hundred dollars for just over half an hour’s work
and the business has taken only one hundred. How many girls do you have here?”

“Just eight of us.”

“Making a possible daily take of sixteen hundred dollars for the business. A sound business model.”

“Glad you approve,” Fifi replied, pulling down her skirt.

“Is the transaction concluded?” I asked as Sam withdrew from Mandy.

“No, wait a minute. Sometimes Sam likes a little extra to finish off the session.”

I was confused again as I imagined that having emitted his
seminal
fluids Sam would no longer be interested in further action. However, after he had withdrawn totally he buried his face between Mandy’s legs and began licking avidly at her lady parts.

“It’s his little kink, licking his come out of the girl’s pussy afterwards. We charge him another 200 dollars for that.”

“It seems to me that you should be paying him as he is, effectively, providing a cleaning service.”

“Hush, child,” Fifi gasped, “That’s tantamount to blasphemy.”

“Would you say that Sam was a typical client of this establishment?” I asked.

“Aint no such thing, honey. Some of them are older, some younger. Some are taller, some wider. Big cocks, little cocks. Come a lot, come a little. But that licking the pussy clean, nobody else does that, so I guess it makes Sam extra special.”

“I understand,” I said, “So the fact that Mandy made 483 upward thrusts with her hips while being fucked is irrelevant?”

Fifi wrinkled her nose. “That is a tad mechanical. On another day she might have to work twice as hard for the same result.
We are humans, Andi, and we don’t work to no mathematical formulas. Too many variables.”

I nodded and deleted the file containing the spreadsheet I had just created from my hard drive. 

“Still, you think you’ve learned anything?” Fifi asked.

“Perhaps. It was interesting to see a real hooker in action. To see the practice and not only know the theory.”

“Exactly, which is what I tried to tell that idiot Frankenstone before
he nailed you.  Anyway, we have
a
little more time before I have to get you back to the plant, so I’ll just check to see if there are any more clients due.”

She thumbed the intercom by her side and communicated with the reception desk to discover that a Mr Collins had just arrived and was requesting Fifi herself.

This interested me as I thought watching my mentor in action would be very educational but Fifi did not seem enthusiastic.

“Is there a problem?” I asked.

“Well, Bill Collins has very specific demands. He’s not into straight sex.”

“Wonderful, I must learn about the more perverse requirements I might be expected to fulfil.
What is it Mr Collins enjoys? Anal? Oral?
”

“Lord no, nothing as simple as that. He likes to do what we’ve just been doing, watch.”