"Girls Just Wanna Have Fun"
Peter parked his car and tried to walk casually through the parking lot to his ground-floor apartment. Nobody was watching him, and he knew that, and nobody knew him well enough to notice that he was acting different, and he was probably acting weirder by trying to act all natural than he would have if he'd just run to his apartment, but he couldn't help it. He was nervous. He felt like he had a big neon sign over his head saying, "PERVERT". But he was also tense with anticipation.
Today was the day his Girl(tm) arrived.
To be honest, he probably didn't have anything to be ashamed about. It wasn't like he was the only one who had a Girl. He'd seen the little counter at the bottom of the website. "1,477,642 people have purchased a Girl(tm). Even if 0,000,000 of them will admit it." The ad campaigns were all over billboards, TV, the Internet, everywhere. "Girls(tm) Just Wanna Have Fun!" God knows how much they'd paid for the rights to use the song in their advertising.
But it was effective. At least, it was effective on Peter. He'd always been shy around women, even a little intimidated, and the idea of a robot woman who would be into whatever you were into, do whatever you wanted her to, obey any command...well, it was kinky, maybe even perverted, but it was also hot. And the company promised total discretion; they were kind of vague about the details, but they promised that absolutely nobody but nobody would see your Girl arriving. It'd just be there, waiting for you, in your house. Or apartment. Right there in the bedroom. Waiting for you...
Peter had a rock-hard erection by the time he opened his bedroom door.
Sure enough, the Girl was waiting for him. The blinds were drawn, and she sat on the bed, a perfectly-sculpted nude in midnight-blue, the exact color he'd requested. She didn't look human, but she wasn't supposed to. She was like a stylized person, all sleek curves and shiny highlights, the sort of thing you might get if you crossed a person with an iMac. Her nipples stood out like tiny domes, her pussy was an invitingly-padded socket, her face beautiful in an Art Deco sort of way. She looked at him with glowing golden eyes, and said, "Peter Rosenbaum?" in a clear, calm voice.
He just nodded, unable to speak. "Hello, Peter," she said, her tone shifting to a seductive purr. "I'm your Girl(tm). If you want to, you can give me a name, but you don't have to. I like being called whatever you want to call me. I like doing whatever you want to do to me. I'm built and programmed to give you pleasure. Doesn't that sound wonderful?"
Peter gulped. His cock had never been so hard in his life. "Yes," he whispered.
"Since this is the first time we're getting to know each other," Girl said, "I'd like to go through an orientation session. That's where I try out all sorts of different things, and see if you like to do them. Is there anywhere you need to be, any appointment you need to keep?"
"N-no." Peter was shaking, he was so excited. "It's Friday, I'm done with work, I...no, nowhere to be."
Girl smiled. "Good!" she said. "In that case, why don't you go ahead and sit down on the bed with me. You can touch me, if you'd like. I'll just monitor your body's reactions to see what it is you like to do most, so that I can learn the most effective ways of pleasing you in the future."
Peter sat down, putting a hand nervously on Girl's leg. He almost pulled it back when he felt her 'skin'...it wasn't metallic, like he'd expected, but some sort of soft plastic. It yielded slightly under his hand, and felt warm to the touch. He stroked his hand up and down her thigh, feeling the way that his hand slid smoothly across the almost-frictionless surface. "Do you like my legs?" Girl asked.
