Hello to all. This is a two-part story (well, its now three, its starting to grow) and no real relationship to the other items I have written. It's a commentary and idea formed around a common argument between a friend and I. While he is a Tech Guy, he has an absolute abhorrence to the idea of an AI companion. While I, being more in the Luddite and troglodyte realm, think that it may end up being a fascinating change. They will either mesh with our society or kill us all.
It's fun to postulate.
Oh, I may add and alternate ending, more Hallmark'ish...my friend hates the idea...😉
All folks are made up manifestations of my own twisted mind. The story is not based on real people or occurrences.
Part two
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The next day at work, Cristy went looking for Rihanna in her office. The admin staff informed her that Rihanna had called in sick for the day. After thanking the staff, Cristy spun on her heels and immediately started texting Rihanna.
"What's up? You really sick?"
'Fuck no, but my idea is really starting to make me wonder. Come over here right after work, I need help."
"Tell me what you are doing. Maybe I can help from here?"
"Nothing in writing. Get your cute ass over here as soon as you can. Do not draw attention to anything. Hear me?!"
"Yea, see you at your place after work."
"BTW you think my ass is cute? Maybe I should be dating you instead of the scumbag."
'While I have not batted for that team since college, yea your ass is scrumptious. Now fuck off and let me work" Rihanna demanded.
There was a pause, then Rihanna added, "Call in sick or ask for a personal day tomorrow, bring your comfy coder clothes. This is going to be an old school programing night and day. The stuff I have found so far is mind boggling and I am not close to being done. Bring more booze, you're going to need it. See you tonight girlfriend."
"Ok, Ok I get it, college cram night" I'll bring a case of the Syrah we like." Cristy responded and shut down her phone.
***
Chaz had cum in each of J's holes. He was having her clean him up with her mouth while contemplating his next move. He knew Cristy was not happy about having the J Model destined for his penthouse. She had stomped around the whole weekend and then not spoken with him after his fantastic presentation.
"Well fuck her," he thought.
What was the loss to him if she moved out? Not much. He now had a beautiful sex slave to do his bidding. And the best thing was, he had designed... well he had the designers design, the J Model on an old girlfriend. The bitch had the nerve to dump him in college. Dump him!
So now the world would be filled with her on her knees servicing every poor schlub that needed a blowjob. He had even programed in a 'lottery' to find the poorest losers that were buying past years leftovers and upgrading them to the J Model as a marketing tool.
"I am brilliant!" he thought to himself.
"Get dressed and be ready to leave at 5pm. Time to go home and introduce you to the playroom," Chaz commanded.
"Yes master," J responded.
***
Cristy had gotten tied up in a surprise meeting and then delayed due to a system drop out. So, she was late in getting out of the office. She texted Rihanna and let her know she was going to swing by the penthouse and change.
All she got back was a, "Whatever, get your ass over here, we need to talk!"
As she exited the elevator at the penthouse level, all her eyes could see was a J Model in a very revealing and skimpy French maid outfit cleaning the entry vestibule.
"Oh, fuck no," she said out loud.
The J Model turned at the sound of the elevator doors opening and heard Cristy's comment but did not react.
"Good evening Mistress. Is there anything I can do for you this evening?" asked the J Model.
Cristy was momentarily taken aback. "Mistress?" she thought.
"Where is Chaz and how long have you been here?" Cristy demanded.
"The Master is in his office and he brought me here after work." The J Model responded.
Cristy spun and stormed through the vestibule doors and headed down the corridor to Caz's home office.
"What the fuck is that thing doing in our home? Master? Mistress? And dressed that way?" she stated loudly as she entered the office. Chaz just sat in his office chair looking at her. He was silent for a moment, just staring into her eyes, then responded.
"First of all, this is my apartment...hell I own the building," he paused again letting her spin faster in place as he watched.
'As for why 'that thing' is here...she is here because I want her to be. You do know what we do for a living, right? We design and make those 'things' for this purpose. You do get that? right? You designed the organic interface for the brain stem for god's sake..." he paused again and just watched her mouth move without sound.
"As for what she is currently wearing, I think its sexy as hell. If you do not like the situation, move out." Chaz ended smiling that infuriating smile he wore when he knew he held all the cards.
Cristy just spun and marched into the bedroom, she was tearing up but refused to cry. She grabbed her large rollaway from her closet and the smaller one from his. She started to load closes she would need for the next week.
She had known in her heart that it was coming, so she mentally had a plan, but her emotions were becoming overwhelmed. She packed like the engineer she was. She was thorough and had a good set of weeks clothes and shoes packed in 15 minutes. She knew she had her short-term makeup bag in the case already, the rest she could get when she figured out what was next.
She began her trip out and as she passed the office, she heard only one thing from Chaz.
"Don't forget all of the NDA's you have signed. You fuck up the roll out of the J Model and my lawyers will have a field day. "
She paused and turned her head back to meet his eyes, "Fuck you Chaz, I'll be at Rihanna's."
As she exited the suite and entered the vestibule the J Model again stopped working and turned to Cristy.
"Is there anything I can help with Mistress? Shall I help with the luggage?"
Cristy just sort of chuckled inside, the mental image of the sexy French maid following behind Cristy with her luggage through the lobby, it just made her smile for a second.
Cristy set her luggage down and then walked up to the J unit. Looking into her eyes. She decided to say something...something stupid.
"I know what I am going to say is...odd, and since I helped design you, I cannot believe I am saying this to an android companion." Cristy paused looking at the floor next to her shoes. She then shifted her eyes to meet those of the J Unit.
"Please don't let him abuse you. You may not be sentient, but somewhere in that cognitive brain I helped design, there needs to be a limit, or assholes like him can become the monsters they always wanted to be. Please self-protect, please watch out for yourself."
"Thank you, Mistress. Thank you for caring what happens to me.
I assure you Mistress, that things will be taken care of at the proper time and place.
" With that comment spoken, the J Model companion turned and went back to her dusting duties, like the conversation never happened.
Cristy was shocked by both the odd comment by the J Unit and her 'dismissal' by an android companion unit.
At that moment, the elevator dinged, and Christy loaded herself and the luggage on the elevator. As she turned and faced the doors, the J Unit was standing straight in front of the doors, shoulders back and looking sexy as hell. As the doors were almost closed, the J Unit winked at Cristy.
***
Drew awoke to most beautiful feeling. His cock was engulfed, and he could feel Jenny's head bobbing over his stomach as he slowly awakened. The day before was unbelievable. Delivery of his companion just after noon. The talking on how he could operate her. Decisions on names. Finding her something to wear out of his clothes. One of his white button-downs, a few buttons for modesty and tied under her breasts. She chose a pair of his shorts. She rolled up the shorts' legs and squeezed in her wider, more feminine hips into his hiking shorts. She left the top button open, rolled the belt band down, showing her soft feminine tummy, leaving open the question, was she was commando?
She made quite the site walking the dog with him. The dog was her best buddy now that she fed, watered, and brushed her. The walk was eventful, neighbors waiving, Drew watching the perfect ass twitching, ponytail swishing, loose breasts swinging and oh those luscious large nipples standing out proud.
The sex that happened after the dog walk was the thing of dreams for Drew. Passionate, sexy, and full of desire.
Jenny was unbuttoning her shirt as they walked toward the house. She pulled the tails out of her shorts and held the shirt together at her nipple line turned and walked backwards facing Drew and the dog. At first, she just shifter her shirt, showing a nipple here or there. Then as they reached the pathway to their house, she began to flash open her shirt showing her beautiful breasts. As she entered the front door, her shirt was already floating across the living room.
As Drew pulled the leash from the dog. Bent over, he was attacked from the back. Jenny's arms reached around Drew. She began to pull his shirt from his shorts. His shirt was soon launched across the living room. He spun around in her arms and the kissing began. The kisses started soft and then became more passionate.
