Anna heard the door bell ring and at first ignored it, before realizing that she was the only one in the house and was therefore going to have to answer the door. Getting up, she made the quick hand signal to turn the television's volume down, and went to the door. The young Latino woman opened it and was surprised to see a very beautiful blue-eyed blonde white woman dressed in a white and black outfit. Anna was struck by how little, with two perfectly round breasts, bulging out of the v-cut white and black top, and her long legs, that looked very feminine yet very strong, hardly covered by the short white and black pleaded skirt. Her arms hung at her side rather awkwardly, and as a whole she was very stiff and mechanical.
It was this last fact that made Anna believe this woman was actually a robot, as she was certain no real woman could be so un graceful. And who had ever heard of someone dressing in so little? She, or it rather, was nearly naked and certainly no self respecting woman would ever go around like that. And she was so perfectly white! Anna was sure that people had long ago stopped looking that different from each other. It was at least a hundred years ago that the old races stopped being idiots and were really ok with having sex with one another. Anna suddenly realized that she hadn't even found out what the robot wanted, so she asked.
"Can I help you?" Anna asked.
"Are you Anna Valdez?" The voice was very sweet and melodious, surprising Anna and making her feel at ease.
"Yeah, that's me."
"I am Tiffany, and I am to be your maid-servant. Mr. Carl Valdez and Mrs. Maria Valdez have paid for my use. I am to live with you and take care of any needs you might have."
"So my mom and dad got you so you would clean and cook?"
"Yes, I believe that is the arrangement. Do not worry; I will not be a drain on your resources. I have other means to sustain myself." Anna laughed at this.
"Oh, I know, you can cut the act out. Just need a power outlet, huh?" she asked chuckling.
"My requirements will be fulfilled when it is not an inconvenience to you."
"Oh alright, fine, come in," Anna said. Tiffany followed her in, closing the door behind her. Anna plopped down on the couch.
"There's a room down the hall on the left that you can use. I don't have many guests over, so there's no point in not using it I suppose, as long as you don't trash it."
"I could never do that," Tiffany said, a touch of concern in her sweet voice.
"Ok, well, whatever, just do whatever it is that you do and don't bother me, got it? I'm watching my show."
"Yes ma'am." Tiffany scooted off without another word.
A few hours later, Anna got up to use the bathroom and noticed how clean everything was. Anna did not consider herself a really messy person, though her parents standards were so high that they thought she needed a robot to take care of her. She had moved out when she turned eighteen as is custom, which was only a few days ago. She liked not having her parents rules and oppressive demands, though up until now she had wondered what she was going to cook. The difference Tiffany had made though was considerable, with her clothes clean and neatly put away and her kitchen area spotless. All of this done without even disturbing her! Anna was quite happy, and went to thank Tiffany, but she was no where to be found. Anna quickly lost interest though, and went back to her television programs.
A few weeks passed by, and though the novelty of having a clean apartment due to another's hard work and worn off, Anna was surprised at how little she actually saw Tiffany. It was clearly part of her programming to stay out of the way, though how the robotics companies were able to do it was a mystery to Anna.
At first Anna had felt a little on edge with Tiffany there, even if she wasn't right where Anna could see her. She slowly started feeling more at ease, until one day when she suddenly realized how stupid it was to be in edge about a robot. She could do whatever she wanted to! This thing, this robot, wasn't going to care what she did, so why worry about it. Anna suddenly felt like doing something rash and unpredictable, and as she was in the shower when she had this epiphany, she decided that she would not put any clothes back on after the shower. With a mix of excitement and nervousness, Anna turned off the water and dried off, then examined herself in the mirror.
She was fairly tall, with long dark hair that was just a little bit naturally curvy, and she had the dark tan skin of someone with Central American heritage dominating her background. She didn't think of herself as any particular race, as no one was any particular race. She smiled and made a few funny faces in the mirror, admiring her own long nose and full lips. With a tickle of pleasure she grasped her two large breasts in her hands, and then ran her fingers down her trim sides to her hips, turning sideways to make sure her nice round ass was definitely still there. Pleased with everything she saw, Anna opened the door and headed out into the living room, plopping down onto the couch.
Anna lied there completely exposed, watching television, all the while hoping that Tiffany would walk in and feel embarrassed or at least just confuse her circuits. While she was waiting, she started watching an old time movie. In it there were these two girls in a park, talking about how one of them was inexperienced in kissing guys. The other girl suggested that she help her practice. The first seemed a little nervous, but consented. The first kiss was very quick, but the one who offered to teach said it was no good, that they had to open their mouths and really be passionate. The novice nervously consented, and so they kissed again. This was definitely a much better kiss, and they kept going for a long time, sucking on each other's lips, tongues going in each others mouths while the novice's hands, at first around each other's neck, began to slowly slide down her chest until they cupped the other's breasts, and then began to squeeze and kneed. The teacher then slowly sat up, still kissing the novice girl passionately while she fondled her breasts, and leaned forward, forcing the novice onto her back. The teaching girl then slowly started unbuttoning the novice's blouse until the shirt was wide open and two naked breasts were exposed. The teaching girl slowly moved her mouth down the novice girl's chin, then neck, and finally over her breasts until she was sucking on her perky nipple, grasping the other breast with her hand while the novice girl arched her back and opened her mouth to moan pleasure fully.
Anna was not terribly impressed by this scene, as she had become something of an expert of such old time classics, but it did give her an idea. She always enjoyed giving robots a run for their money, at least just to confuse the heck out of them.
"Tiffany!" Anna called, stretching while still completely naked.
"Yes ma'am?" Tiffany called, and soon arrived. She was dressed in her typical outfit, her large breasts still mostly exposed as well as everything below her upper thighs. Anna peeked over top of the couch, and was, as always, amazed how life-like people had been able to design robots, even to the movement of muscles to make an admittably attractive pair of legs. With a smile, Anna decided to go through with her plan, and test how far robots could go.
"Can you please help me with something?"
"I would be honored!" Tiffany said. 'Damn robot can't even fake a smile,' Anna thought to herself.
"Great, well just come over here..." Anna said, scooting to one end of the couch. When Tiffany came around the couch and saw Anna completely naked, she gasped and turned her head.
"Ma'am, I didn't realize you were-"
"Nah, it's ok. I kinda like it. What do you think?"
"Think of what ma'am?" Tiffany asked, still looking away.
"Of me! Do you think I'm attractive?" Tiffany hesitated.
