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  Sex Machine

  An Erotic Adventure

  Victoria Rush

  Volume 10

  Jade’s Erotic Adventures - Book 10

  Copyright

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  Contents

  1. Brave New World

  2. Intelligent Design

  3. Surrealism

  4. Getting Acquainted

  5. Cyber Dreams

  6. Best Friends

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  About the Author

  1

  Brave New World

  Ever since my recent affairs with Sister Caroline and the girl next door ended, I'd been feeling a little down. Both relationships had been intense and rewarding, but just as they'd gotten interesting, both women had abruptly left me to return to their previous lives. I was wary of putting my heart on the line for another relationship, but I also missed having an intimate connection with a stimulating partner. It had been weeks since I'd felt the tender touch of another woman, and I was getting more antsy with each passing day.

  One particularly lonely night, I sat down in front of my computer and began searching for a new outlet. I considered trolling some of the familiar online dating sites, but this time I wanted something more dependable—more safe. For the next little while, I wanted to take love out of the equation, while still finding someone who'd be interested in maintaining a continuing relationship. A fuck-buddy, for want of a better word. A friend with benefits.

  I typed in the search words where to find intimacy without commitment. The usual hookup-oriented sites such as Ashley Madison, Plenty of Fish, and Craigslist came up, along with a bunch of threads discussing the pitfalls of engaging in a sexual relationship with close friends. But near the bottom of the listings was a link to an unusual website named NextGen Personal Robots: experience the latest advance in artificial intelligence.

  Intrigued, I clicked on the link and a website came up with a video showcasing one of their robots. When I clicked the Play button, my jaw practically dropped to the floor. A gorgeous, superrealistic cyber robot looked into the camera and began talking. I leaned closer to the screen, hardly believing my eyes. If it wasn't for her handler flipping a switch behind her head, briefly pausing and reanimating her, I'd be hard-pressed to believe it was anything other than a real person. Her mouth moved fluidly in concert with her natural speech while her skin stretched and wrinkled like a normal person as her eyelids blinked periodically.

  "Hello, my name is Scarlett," she said in a sexy voice. "I'm the newest creation of NextGen Robots, designed to satisfy all of your desires. I can do just about anything a real person can do—and a few extra special things they can't."

  When the robot licked her lips with her realistic, fleshy, moist tongue, my pussy responded involuntarily with a surge of heat and wetness.

  "Come down to see me and experience what it's like to touch and caress the woman of your dreams,” the sexy robot said. “I'm available for private appointments or hourly outcalls. If you like what you see, you can even take me home as your permanent companion. Read the terms and conditions below, or click on the other links to see more videos of my sibling robots. I hope to see you soon!"

  For the next hour or so, I clicked on every single video on the website, marveling at how realistic and multifaceted the robots were. There were male, female, and transgender robots with a variety of hair, skin, and eye colors. But every one of them was absolutely stunning and humanlike. It wasn't just their faces that were perfect—their figures were also meticulously carved and measured to reflect the ideal body type. All of the women had shapely, realistic breasts, narrow waists and curvy, tight asses.

  Even their muscles flexed gently when they walked and waved their arms. But when they revealed what was under their clothes, I was floored. They all had anatomically correct openings that looked as realistic as any real person's. When their minders gently inserted a life-size dildo into their mouths, pussies, and anuses, the eight-inch phallus disappeared entirely into the cavities, only to emerge glistening with translucent lubrication. Even the men's and transgender robot's penises looked realistic, with full flaccid-to-erect animations.

  How can they reproduce such a realistic simulation of a live person? I thought. It must cost a fortune to create a working robot with such authentic animations.

  As I continued toggling through the videos, I spread my robe apart and began to play with my tingling clit. There was something about the idea of having an anatomically correct robot catering to my every sexual whim that I found incredibly arousing. As I watched each of the different models walking, talking, and simulating sex acts, I fantasized about what I wanted to do with each one.

  But there were still many unanswered questions.

  Could the robots learn what I liked? Did they respond uniquely to each person based on their individual input? Could they carry on a realistic two-way conversation? Were they programmed to feel pleasure also?

  The more I thought about it, the more obsessed I became with the idea of trying one of these out for myself. After I orgasmed for the third time that night imagining myself getting licked and fucked by my personal favorites, I finally clicked on the link for rates. In-house appointments started at $200 per hour with a $500 deposit, and outcalls started at $500 per hour, requiring a $5,000 deposit. Ownership fees were listed as 'available upon consultation', but I figured it would be in the five- if not six-figure range for such a sophisticated mechanical device.

  That's steep to be sure, I thought. But not exorbitant considering what you're getting. Where else can you get no-strings, no-conditions, no-expectation sex with someone who looks like a supermodel for the price of a good dinner or a luxury car?

  I simply had to try one of these for myself, but not before I came for a fourth time that evening. As I watched a pretty redheaded cyber robot sensuously lick her lips, I pressed my favorite animated sex toy deep inside my pussy, shaking uncontrollably.

  2

  Intelligent Design

  The next day, I booked a private consultation with a NextGen sales consultant and arrived five minutes early, eagerly anticipating my first live encounter with one of their robots. I half-expected the real things to be pale imitations of the ones shown in the videos, with stilted movements and fake silicone skin—but even those might be fun to play with for a brief one-off encounter.

  At precisely one p.m., an attractive young woman entered my consultation room and closed the door behind her.

  "You must be Jade," she said, extending her hand in greeting. "I'm Bonnie, one of NextGen's cyberadvisors."

  I paused for a moment, looking at the sales consultant suspiciously.

  "Are you sure you're not one of those robots I saw on your website? Because those were crazy realistic."

  Bonnie laughed, then invited me to sit in one of their comfortable upholstered chairs.

  "No, but I'm glad you were suitably impressed. We take pride in the quality and realism of our agents."

  "Agents? Is that what you call them?"

  "The term
robot doesn't really do them justice. Each of our artificial agents has learned an entirely independent set of behaviors and responses based on their experience. Each one has his or her own personality. They're really like part of our family, and we treat them accordingly."

  "That's incredible," I said. "I didn't think something like this was even possible. This is almost like it's out of some science fiction film, set a hundred years in the future. How have you been able to pull off such a complex engineering feat?"

  Bonnie nodded as she crossed her legs and placed her hands in her lap.

  "We have a large team of artificial intelligence technicians, robotics engineers, and esthetic designers who oversee each new creation. We're raising the bar with each new iteration, but it requires a great deal of human and capital investment."

  "That explains the steep prices," I frowned.

  "People pay more to rent or purchase a luxury car,” Bonnie said. “I think you'll find our agents deliver even more utility and excitement, without all the maintenance and upkeep."

  I nodded at the unrealistic comparison.

  "That was one of my first questions, actually. What do they run on? I assume they don't eat and eliminate, like real people. Do they require special power adapters and frequent charging?"

  "We're not quite at the point of human reengineering that we can create robots with the same functioning internal organs," Bonnie chuckled. "We're probably at least a few decades away from that. But to answer your question, they run on special high-efficiency batteries, which are rechargeable with regular 120-volt household current. The average agent lasts about four hours before needing a recharge, depending on the level of exertion and use."

  Exertion and use indeed, I thought, bringing me back to my main interest in the robots.

  "But they still look like a regular person on the outside, don’t they?"

  "Yes—very much so. That is, if you consider these exceptionally beautiful cyberorganisms to look 'regular'. I think you'll find them to be remarkably realistic and natural. Would you like to see one now for yourself?"

  I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, feeling unusually nervous about interfacing with this kind of machine for the first time.

  "I'm almost ready. I just have a few more questions."

  "Absolutely. Our clients' comfort and satisfaction is our overriding concern."

  "You said they can learn. What does that mean exactly?"

  "They're programmed to adjust their speech and behavior based on the external cues they're exposed to. Through your verbal and non-verbal cues, they will begin to learn what you like and desire. Just as in any normal relationship, it's this give-and-take stimulus and response pattern that enables them to behave in such a way that optimizes the results. They soon learn what doesn't work and what does."

  The juices in my pussy suddenly started to stir, realizing exactly what Bonnie meant.

  "Are they designed to perform other human tasks? I mean other than—"

  "Yes. Their muscles, joints, and external organs work just like a normal human's. They can pick objects up, move them, and use their fingers just like you and me. Over time, they can learn how to do the laundry, load the dishwasher—even drive a car."

  "Whoa!" I said, my eyes flying open at the provocative suggestion. "I think it would take quite a while before I ever got close to trusting a robot to drive my car!"

  "They already do," Bonnie said. "It's just that most of them don't look like a person."

  I nodded, beginning to realize how far artificial intelligence had already infiltrated our everyday lives.

  "I suppose you're right," I said, hesitating to broach one of the more delicate issues. "What about the—sex thing? How do I know your robots are…clean?"

  Bonnie nodded at the familiar question.

  "Every agent goes through a meticulous internal and external steam cleaning after each encounter with a new client. All of their orifices are thoroughly sanitized after use. Of course, if you wish to have a virgin companion, you can always buy a new one for your own exclusive use."

  I smiled at the not-so-subtly veiled human reference.

  "What is the fee to purchase one?"

  "Depending on the age, version, and feature set, ownership starts at one hundred and fifty thousand dollars."

  I gulped at the exorbitant price.

  "That's a pretty steep investment."

  "Most people spend almost that much on a new car. The difference is that this machine operates twenty-four hours a day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year. Other than brief downtime for recharging, our agents provide constant and personal utility. Plus, there's already a robust and dependable market for used NextGen robots for purchase. In the unlikely event that you grow bored with your companion or wish to trade up to a new version, you should have no difficulty returning most if not all of your initial investment."

  I nodded my head and smiled.

  "I think you've convinced me, Bonnie. I'm ready to meet one of your agents now."

  "Would you prefer to see a man, woman, or transgender model?"

  I paused to ponder the third option.

  "How are your transgender agents equipped differently?"

  "Most of them look for all intents and purposes like a normal woman. The only difference is that they're also equipped with a man's external sexual organs."

  "Including testicles?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Or do some of them have both sets of sex organs, like a true hermaphrodite?"

  "We have models in both formats, depending on your preference."

  I crossed my legs, reflecting back on my recent dream fantasy where the Arabian genie bestowed me with both sets of sexual organs.

  "Why don't we start with a female?" I said. "If all goes well, I might wish to experiment with a different version in my next visit."

  "Very well," Bonnie said. "Do you have a racial preference, or preferred hair and eye color?"

  I thought back to the videos I watched yesterday and remembered the special cyber robot who'd made me come so hard.

  "Do you have a pretty redhead with green eyes?"

  "That sounds like Juliette,” Bonnie smiled. “She just happens to be available for the next hour. How would you like to arrange for payment?"

  "Oh yes," I said, removing my wallet from my purse as my jeans suddenly dampened in anticipation. "Do you take American Express?"

  3

  Surrealism

  Bonnie led me through a long hallway lined with floor-to-ceiling glass windows. Behind each pane stood a different cyber robot, completely unclothed. Each one was absolutely stunning, but their fixed gaze staring straight ahead was unnerving, making me feel like I was in some kind of wax museum. As I marveled at their ultrarealistic faces and bodies, I half-expected any one of them to begin moving at any time. Every robot had unique facial and physical contours, adding to the eerie feeling that I was being watched by a menagerie of naked department store mannequins.

  "Can these robots see me?" I said to Bonnie. "I feel like I have a hundred eyes on me."

  "They can sense movement in their periphery, but they're all in sleep mode to conserve battery power. If you were to stop and engage them directly, they would automatically awake and resume full animation."

  I paused beside a window with a male robot behind it. His face reminded me of a young Eric Dane, the actor who played the McSteamy character on Grey's Anatomy. His body was perfectly proportioned—six feet tall on a lean, muscular frame. A light dusting of curly brown hair covered his impeccably carved chest muscles, with a thin trail leading down his toned abs to a large, flaccid penis. I could have sworn it moved when I stopped, and as I began to stare at it, it started to throb and bob between his legs.

  Bonnie paused when she saw that I’d stopped and walked up beside me.

  "He's one of our most popular models," she said, nodding. "Are you sure you wouldn't like to take him for a test drive first?"

  "It's tempting."

  I couldn't take
my eyes off the model's throbbing penis. Unlike most of the artificial dildos I'd played with, this one looked like the real thing, with a pink head and a darker shaft.

  "How does that work?" I asked. "I mean, how does he get—hard?"

  "Like any other person, he responds to external stimuli. He needs to become aroused in order to respond in kind. We wouldn't want him walking around in public with a hard-on all the time. Would you like to see if you could raise his—interest?"

  "Um...sure," I said, feeling my pussy beginning to throb at the thought of having this exotic sex toy inside of me.

  "His name is Dylan. If you address him directly, he'll wake up."

  I paused, feeling unsure how to talk to a robot.

  "Hello...Dylan."

  The robot's eyelids blinked open and his eyes shifted to gaze at me directly.

  "Hello," he said. "What is your name?"

  "I'm...Jade," I said, momentarily caught off guard by his human-like response.

  "Pleased to meet you, Jade. Did you want me to perform any special tasks for you today or did you just want to stare at me all day long?"

  I took a step back, shocked by his unexpected sense of humor.

  "Oh—sorry," I stammered. "I was just admiring your...package."

  Dylan's mouth curled into a half smile as he blinked at me again.