"She's called a Cyber Maid, or something like that. She's state of the art and she's going to help around the house. She can cook, clean, empty the cat's litterbox, basically anything we need. Go ahead and give her a command."
Kevin loved new technology and this was some truly transformative next-gen stuff. It was a cybernetic maid who could walk and talk and follow commands. The newest generation of AI had raised the bar, but it was the merger of AI with robotics that promised to make science fiction a reality. The Maids were the first consumer models of AI-powered autonomous entities.
The initial rollout had been a failure, as there were reports that some Maids developed bad habits. Some would defy their owners, some became aggressive at small provocations, and there was even an unconfirmed report of a Maid chasing its owner around while shooting beams of light from its eyes. Such are the dangers of being an early adopter of new technology. They promised this new model would be better though. Their neural network had been retrained from scratch with an emphasis on understanding and empathizing with their owners. The testing had been rigorous, and it was found that the new model of Maids would continually seek to understand their owners' needs in order to serve them best.
"Why does it look like a French whore?"
Tamara was not impressed. She and Kevin had been married for 12 years, and she had helped raise Kevin's son into a young adult. The challenges of parenthood had taken a toll on their romance. Despite her extra effort to keep her body fit and attractive, it was hard for them to find time for love anymore. She channeled her frustration into housework, cooking, cleaning, etc. She took a lot of pride in keeping a nice house and a successful family.
"She's not a whore, she's a Maid. And she's from France I guess... It's just an outfit."
"She? It's a robot. Just because it looks like a sex doll, doesn't mean it's a she."
"She looks like a she. It's just easier to think of her that way. She has a name too, Tiffany."
Tamara only rolled her eyes at this and didn't respond.
Sam entered the room and spied the new addition to the family. He was a typical young male, full of hormones and bad ideas. He had just arrived home from the local junior college and was stunned by the beautiful Maid wearing the tantalizing outfit.
"Whoa! Is that Dad's new girlfriend or something?"
"Sam!" cried both Kevin and Tamara at the same time.
"Sorry! She's pretty though. Will she clean my room for me?"
Kevin answered, "No! If you are going to live here, you are responsible for your own messes. In fact, why don't you go work on that right now."
"Fine," he said retreating down the hall towards his room.
"Babe, you know I take a lot of pride in housework. It's like all I do around here. Why do we need this?"
"I got her for you. She can help you. She's designed to learn from you and give you whatever you want. Here, watch this." He turned and spoke in a forceful tone. "Tiffany, clean the kitchen table." The Maid only continued staring straight ahead. "Maybe I need to read the manual first."
"Whatever. I'm going to start working on dinner. You play with your toy." Tamara left the room but Kevin was too busy to notice.
Kevin regretted what had become of their marriage over the years. He spent a lot of time at work, and when he was at home he found solace in tinkering with new tech. Tamara had her own hobbies and rarely did the two of them find common ground anymore.
"You're going to help with that," he spoke to the unresponsive figure, as he leafed through the manual looking for the quick start guide.
When he set the Maid up initially, he was so excited that he missed an important step. There was a small, barely noticeable button on the back of her neck, underneath a shock of very realistic blonde hair. Kevin pressed down gently until he felt a click, and the Maid came to life.
"Initialization sequence activated. Please wait." The voice was high and feminine with a touch of a French accent. She was beginning to seem more real. Her eyes blinked, her chest rose and fell to simulate breathing, her hands twitched slightly. "Initialization complete. How may I serve?"
"Dude! No way! You got one of those robot sex dolls!?"
"No man, she's a Maid. She like cleans the house and shit. She is fucking hot though." Sam laughed along with the voice from his phone.
"No shit man! I've seen pictures of them. Are you going to have sex with her? Maybe you can finally get your dick wet."
"Fuck you dude. I don't need a robot to get wet."
"Oh did you finally get with your stepmom?"
"Shut up! That's gross! She's family."
"You were the one telling me how hot she is in her yoga pants. I'm just worried about you being surrounded by so much pussy and you can't get any of it."
"Don't be a dick."
"Okay fine. But I really did hear that you can program them to have sex. My cousin was telling me about it. There's this thing called Program 36. You can make them your sex slave or something."
"I told you I don't want that. Anyway, these Maids are new models. I don't think some old program will work."
"Whatever man, just promise me that if you try it, that you'll invite me over!"
"Fuck off! Anyway I gotta go. I got class in the morning."
Sam said goodbye and hung up the phone.
Was Program 36 real? Would it work? How much trouble would he get in if his Dad discovered him balls deep in the Maid, and would it be worth it?
Sam knew the answer to that last question.
He opened up his laptop and typed into the Assistant "Find info about Program 36 as it relates to Cyber Maids." A few seconds later he learned that Program 36 was a real thing, a dark web code patch created for the early Maid models. It was apparently a sex program that modified the Maid's neural model, an activity that was highly illegal.
Sam's dick went straight to 12 o'clock on reading this. His mind raced with possibilities. He would stare into those beautiful glassy blue eyes and order her to clean his room, which she would obey. Then he would approach her from behind, reaching under her skirt to give her firm ass cheeks a squeeze. He would order her to strip for him slowly, and get on his bed. He imagined how her body would look as she slid the straps off her shoulders and exposed her perfectly-engineered breasts. The fantasy abruptly ended, as his young sex drive could hold back no longer.
After clearing his head and changing his pants, Sam went back to his laptop and began a thorough deep-dive on Program 36.
"Can I help you with anything, ma'am?" Tiffany asked as she passed by the kitchen.
"Put the dishes away in the cupboard."
"Certainly, ma'am."
As the Maid began to perform her task, Tamara couldn't stop watching it and feeling a little envious. It hadn't even been a full week and the house was cleaner than the day they moved in. Everything was put away where it belonged. Shelves were organized, clutter was gone, and there was not a spot of dust anywhere in the house. Even the extra room they never used, which had been full of random extra furniture and knick-knacks, had been rearranged into a nice sitting area.
Tamara watched as the Maid did her duty in her frilly outfit. It was a black satin bodice with spaghetti straps and a ruffled miniskirt. It squeezed her midsection and showed a tasteful hint of cleavage. Her stockings hugged her shapely legs and came halfway up her thighs. It was highly impractical for housework, and was clearly meant to appeal to a specific male fetish.
She imagined herself in the same outfit. She never knew Kevin was into this kind of thing. She still knew how to style her short brown hair, and she worked hard to stay fit. Her body looked great for someone pushing 40. Her legs were toned from jogging, and with a corset to squeeze in her belly and push up her C-cups, she could blow his mind, and then maybe something else. Assuming she could ever get his attention in the first place.
Tiffany had finished in the kitchen and was starting to tidy up the coffee table in the living room. Tamara had been working on a scrapbooking project all morning, and there were papers and photos strewn about.
"Wait! No! I'm still working on that!" Tamara rushed in as the Maid was gathering everything up, and spoiling her hard work.
"I'm sorry ma'am. I was only trying to help. Would you like me to put them back?" She held out a hand full of photos.
"No, I'll do it. Just give them here." It was going to take time to get everything back where she wanted them, and she wasn't going to trust this robot to do it. "Let me handle this. It's my project, and I'll clean it up. You know, I took care of this place just fine long before you were here."
"I understand, ma'am. I am programmed to empathize with humans and seek to improve their lives. I would be happy to help you, but I will respect your wishes. Is there any other way I can be helpful?"
Tamara sighed. It was hard to stay mad at something that was only following its programming, even if it happened to be dressed like a slut. "Do you have anything different you could wear, by any chance?"
