A pleasure model. Becky had been thinking about getting one for awhile. More and more people had been talking about them lately and at first she had thought it was a joke. But she soon realized after meeting a few of them at parties and dinners that they were the real deal. They weren’t run-of-the-mill bots like the line they had rolled out a few years back. These particular models were part human. Their bodies were completely life-like, slight flaws and everything. Their eyes showed intelligence and understanding, and according to the brochures, they were highly trainable and displayed cognitive ability to learn and be challenged. Being pleasure models, they not only were programmed to know how to give, but also to receive and feel pleasure. Pleasure. It had been a long time since she had felt it. She had a few one night stands, but they weren’t memorable. They were just brief moments in time. When her lover, Georgia, died over 3 years ago, her whole world had stopped spinning. She had never felt as crushed, as unable to breathe, as in that moment when the police had come to her door. 3 long years. She had stopped crying herself to sleep at night and only in the last 6 months or so had she been able to take that needed breath. But the respite didn’t lift her moods, only left her feeling empty and aching. Her need to touch and be touched hadn’t dissipated, but being with someone else didn’t feel right. It felt like a betrayal. Her heart belonged to someone else, and had been buried with them when they died. When she took the discreet elevator up to the top floor, she wondered if what she was doing was wrong. Purchasing an AI to fulfill her needs. Just because they were the rage right now didn’t mean she had to do it too. But she found herself stepping off the elevator into the dark corridor, her feet carrying her silently towards a long reception desk, a woman sitting behind it. The lighting was conducive to making her feel more relaxed and they nodded at one another. “I have a 5 o’clock,” Becky said softly. The girl nodded, standing. “Please follow me ma’am.” She walked behind her down a hallway towards a beautifully furnished room overlooking the city, the horizon showing a touch of pink. “May I get you something to drink?” the girl asked and Becky shook her head, “No thank you.” The girl smiled at her, showing perfect teeth.”Mr. Hanson will be with you in just one moment.” Becky nodded and sat in the chair proffered. Not a moment later, a man came through the door and she stood as they shook hands. “Please Mrs. Thompson, sit.” She sat, smoothing the crease in her pant suit leg as he sat across from her. “So I’ve looked over your paperwork and everything seems to be in order. From the profile you sent us, we have 3 options for you to choose from. We think all three would be suitable and the preference is up to you in terms of looks and style. Would you like take a look?” She nodded nervously and stood when he did. They went up a strange looking escalator towards another room. She thought she had been on the top floor but apparently not. He turned on a row of lights and a long room appeared. It seemed to be endless, the monotony of it reminding her of some weird horror movie where no one can get out. There were large glass panes lining the side of one wall. In each were different environments and trying not to stare, women and men. Well, pleasure models to be more exact. They were all dressed differently, in different styles. Goth, preppy, beachwear. She wanted to almost laugh at the absurdity of it all. It sort of looked like a zoo she used to go to when she was younger, the primates separated in different rooms. She had to remind herself that these weren’t actually real people. Pets, is what the advertisements read. He stopped in front of one of the glass doors. The environment was a hammock and trees with a large pond. The girl inside was sitting on the sand, running her hands through it. She was pretty, long dark hair, rosy cheeks. Looked to be her height. “She’s a bit shy, laughs a lot, and is a quick learner,” he said, looking at his notebook. The girl looked towards the pond, then back to her feet. Becky stood for a moment longer, then turned slightly away and the man tilted his head towards the next area. The lighting was brighter in here. A tall Amazonian woman. She looked like a European model. Their eyes met and the girl smiled at her. “This one is very friendly and energetic. Happy.” She smiled. She could tell this one would be a handful. The girl almost posed and she shook her head, looking at the guy who was also smiling. She followed him further down to another glassed in area. She leaned her shoulder against it and peered into the darker room. Her eyes adjusted to the dark and she saw it was a small field. A girl walked towards them slightly, barefoot, shoes in one hands, pants slightly rolled up. “This one is a bit quiet. Very intelligent and quite curious. You don’t have to tell her twice. Intuitive.” As she approached she could see that the girl was taller than her. Her face left the shadows and she felt her breath hitch. She was gorgeous and not in a conventional way. Her body was that of someone in good physical shape, almost tom boyish, with beautiful contours. She had big eyes, full lips. Dark chestnut colored hair that was up in a ponytail, the back of it hitting her shoulder blades as their eyes met. The girl didn’t smile but bit her lip, as they looked at one another. “Yes,” was all she heard herself say. The man nodded. “Just give us 30 minutes and she’ll be all yours.” She looked at him, “She comes with me tonight?” She hadn’t been prepared for that. “Yep, everything’s in order. Just need to tweak a few things and we’ll have her ready for you. Name?” She looked at him, unsure. “What would you like her name to be?” “Does she already have one?” He nodded, “Well, we called her Colleen but İstanbul Escort some of the other models call her Chloe and it’s something she respond to.” “Chloe is fine.” The lobby was empty when he brought her out with him. She had a bag slung over her shoulder and she towed a case behind her. “Chloe, this is Becky,” he said and they both put out their hands, shaking slowly. It was warm, soft. She felt like she was in the twilight zone. He handed her a large manual and pushed the elevator for them. “Call us if you have any issue okay? Everything you need to know is in your hands.” She looked down at the book and then nodded. “Thank you.” He nodded and turned, waving slightly before heading back down the hall. The elevator slid open softly and she walked into the elevator, Chloe following her. Up close she made her heart beat faster. She was definitely taller than her. Possibly almost 5″10 to her 5’8. She was wearing the same jeans but rolled down and had changed into a button down shirt, sandals on her feet. She leaned back slightly against the wall, and her purse fell from under her arm. Before she could bend to pick it up, Chloe already had and handed it to her, their eyes on one another. “Thank you,” she heard herself say. “No problem,” the AI said softly. Becky blinked at her. She seemed so real. Her voice was soft but strong. “Do you…go out often?” she asked, immediately feeling her cheeks heat. What a stupid question. Would Chloe even know what she meant? The girl shook her head, “Maybe a few times a month? Get-togethers and whatever. And..we go to Starbucks sometimes,” Chloe shrugged smiling. “What do you like at Starbucks?” Becky wondered out loud. “Green tea latte’s with soy…iced,” she responded, her eyes lighting up. Becky let out a startled laugh. The girl was adorable. And she could not believe she was standing here talking to an AI that she had just purchased…that was coming to live with her…as a pleasure model. She felt her cheeks flame again and knew the girl saw it, but her eyes went down to the floor. Pleasure models were made for specific reasons. They answered your questions intelligently, they helped you out with whatever you needed, and they did mean WHATEVER you needed, but she didn’t realize she could actually have a normal conversation with her. The fact that she could pass for a human intrigued her. A sexy human at that. The door opened and Chloe walked with her towards the parking garage, the building now deserted except for the occasional person in a suit making their way home. She reached the car and popped the trunk and Chloe looked at it, then immediately figured out what to do, putting her bag and case inside, closing the trunk lid before she could. Quick learner the man had said. She unlocked the car door and got into the drivers side, Chloe opening the passenger door. She pulled out of the garage and they made their way through the city, Chloe taking everything in with wide eyes. The AI’s long legs took up the space on her side and she couldn’t help but look over at her occasionally. She felt a tingle shoot up her spine looking at her profile. She hadn’t met someone so beautiful, human or otherwise in a long time. The music was on low, calming her nerves and before she knew it, she was taking her exit. Becky pulled into the garage, it shutting slowly behind them and Chloe got her stuff out of the back while she unlocked the side entrance. Chloe followed her into the large kitchen and she turned on the lights, illuminating everything around them. She heard Renny bark once from upstairs and then his feet as they padded down the stairs towards the kitchen. “Let’s get your stuff into the spare room,” she said softly. Renny came into the kitchen and bounded over to them. She watched Chloe’s eyes get big, looking at him. “Renny, down,” Becky smiled, crouching to rub his ears. He chuffed, then looked up at Chloe, nuzzling her fingers and then her jeans leg. Chloe carefully laid her hand on his head and mimicked Becky’s actions of a moment ago and Renny wagged his tail smiling his silly dog smile up at her. Could Renny tell she was an AI? It didn’t seem like it. And he liked her. Normally he was pretty reserved. They walked up the stairs towards the spare room and Chloe set her things inside the doorway. “This is your room. Bed, dressers, your own bathroom and shower. Oh, and a TV as well,” she motioned towards the flat screen on the wall. Chloe looked around, shoving her hands in her pockets, “Thanks.” She felt like she had just picked up some kid from a youth hostel for goodness sake. “My room,” she motioned as she went to her own room, turning on the light. Slightly larger, queen bed with silk sheets lay undone. Dark light with a huge walk in closet and adjoining bathroom with a jacuzzi. She took off her shoes and turned on the TV. “Do you need anything?” Chloe asked her. She shook her head, “I’m going to take a shower, I think,” Becky answered her and Chloe nodded, “I can help you.” She looked at her confused, “Help me what?” Chloe watched her, “Take a shower.” She felt her heart speed up, her mouth slightly dry. “I…” Becky hesitated, unsure. Well hell, she did get her for more than one reason, didn’t she? Chloe waited. Dang she was so cute. “Okay,” she finally said, heading towards the bathroom. She went towards the shower door and Chloe reached out, opening it. She watched her look in, then turn the water on, finding the right temperature. Chloe turned back to her and she felt herself freeze as Chloe’s hands moved to her shirt. She lifted slightly and she felt her own arms come up as Chloe pulled the shirt over her arms and head. Chloe kneeled and started to undo her slacks and Lord help her she felt herself start to get wet. She pulled them off of her then stood. She saw Chloe’s eyes move up her body to her bra and she felt her nipples İstanbul Escort Bayan harden. Chloe reached behind her and she felt her bra unsnap. Chloe started to pull it off and she suddenly felt shy, holding it to her. Chloe’s eyes met hers, “What’s wrong?” Becky bit her lip, shaking her head. “You’re very beautiful,” Chloe said quietly reassuring her. She felt the wetness now become a puddle between her legs. Chloe pulled her hands down slowly, then took the bra off of her arms and it dropped to the floor. Chloe’s eyes went to her breasts as she hooked her thumbs into her panties and pulled them down. Soon those were on the floor next to the clothes. Chloe reached out, feeling the water. “Okay?” Chloe asked and Becky nodded, stepping in. Chloe shut the door behind her and she fought the urge to open it and pull her in with her. She took a quick shower, careful not to touch herself too much, she felt ready to explode. When she got out, Chloe had changed and was wearing shorts and a tank top. She was holding a towel in her hands which she promptly wrapped her and as she toweled her off, she knew her whole face was red. Chloe smiled at her, backing out of the bathroom When she had finished getting ready for bed and came out of the bathroom, she almost laughed. Chloe was on the floor with Renny, both of them horseplaying with the ball he normally walked around with. A new best friend. Chloe saw her and immediately stood up. She hesitated by the bed as Chloe pulled the covers back for her. She normally slept nude and she figured she couldn’t change her habits now. She dropped the towel and Chloe caught it, draping it over the chair nearby. She slid into the sheets and Chloe started to pull them up, “Stay,” Becky said softy. Chloe looked at her, “Yeah?” She nodded at her. She moved into the middle of the bed and Chloe got under the covers with her. She realized that the AI had also taken a shower as well, her hair slightly damp, her skin smelling good. Chloe put her arm around her and she nestled into her strong body. This AI was perfect. She knew what she wanted before she did. She was sweet. And she was more turned on than she could remember being in a long time. She chewed on her lip, looking at her, Chloe’s eyes watching her. “What do you want?” Chloe asked gently. “I…want…you to make love to me,” she said, her body trembling slightly. She thought she saw a glimmer of something in her eyes at her words. Chloe slid slowly so that she was on top of her and Becky reached out, touching her lightly. She felt solid, warm. She ran her hands up Chloe’s back and Chloe pushed lightly into her. Their heads moved at the same time and their lips met. Softly at first, then more firmly as they got used to one another. God, they programmed everything into pleasure models didn’t they, she thought hazily as the kisses pushed her even higher. She felt Chloe’s leg press between hers and her legs parted, her moan coming out as her head tilted back slightly. Chloe kissed her face and neck, her soft tongue light against her skin and she felt her nipples push against her shirt, straining for contact. Her own hands went to Chloe’s head as it moved down towards her breasts. “Fuck,” she whispered, feeling her mouth envelop her nipple. She felt it being tugged into her wet mouth and she wrapped her legs around her hips, moving with her. Chloe made a sound which sounded sort of like a growl as her mouth moved lower onto her stomach. She felt it quiver, her eyes taking in her movement. Shit. Goddamn it. She groaned as Chloe’s mouth made contact with her vagina, the first touch like lightning. She wasn’t going to last long. Her tongue dipped into her, swirled over her clit and then disappeared again. A moment later she was jerking in her arms, Chloe not even having gone inside of her, just the barest brush of her fingers on her opening with her mouth on her clit and she came hard into her mouth, grabbing the sheets. She panted, scared but alive, watching Chloe’s eyes move up to hers. Her fingers started to push against her and she shook her head. She wasn’t ready for that yet. Not yet. Chloe stopped, her brow furrowing. “Come here,” Becky said softly and Chloe moved up to where she was. Becky pushed her over and straddled her hips. Chloe looked up at her, something close to a look of surprise registering on her face. “My turn,” Becky said. Chloe’s mouth parted, as she pulled her shirt up revealing beautiful skin, taut stomach, perfect sized breasts free from a bra. She moved her body up hers and Chloe’s eyes watched as their breasts touched, riveted. She kissed her slowly, Chloe responding immediately, her hands going to her ribcage. Becky dipped her head, sucking lightly on her neck, and Chloe moaned. Then her mouth moved to her breasts and she carefully took one into her hand, licking and flicking the tip of the nipple. The response was just as if she were human, as she felt them become impossibly hard. Chloe gasped, her eyes following Becky’s movement. She moved to the other breast, giving it the same treatment. She tugged on her shorts, Chloe helping her. Small strip of hair looking back at her. Lips peeking out. She ran her hand up between her legs, finding moisture. She moved her fingers over her wetness, coating them and her. Chloe was making soft noises, her eyes big. And a thought occurred to her. “Chloe,” she whispered, touching her clit in circular motions. “Yes?” Chloe whispered, her breaths heavy. “Have you ever had anyone do this to you?” she asked. Chloe swallowed then shook her head. “Does it feel good?” Becky asked, never changing her movements, hearing her sex open to her. “Yes,” she moaned. “Do you want me inside of you?” she ground out, their faces close. Chloe nodded, “Please.” She watched her face as she slowly penetrated her for the first time. She was so damn tight and wet she Escort İstanbul thought she would come again just from being inside of her. “Ohhh,” Chloe managed, her legs spreading wider as she took her inside of her. “You like that baby?” she asked her, all of the sudden warping back three years. Her last night with Georgia. Making love. Them inside one another, soft laughter echoing in the room, candles lit, just her and the girl she loved. “Yes,” Chloe whispered, her legs lifting. “Yeah,” Becky whispered darkly, fucking her with two fingers, feeling her tighten and clench around her. Chloe grasped at her hips, her mouth parted, her eyelids heavy. She rubbed her clit with her thumb and she moved inside of her, finding where her G-spot should be. Chloe arched, her insides coating her with more wetness. “Don’t you dare come,” Becky raised her eyebrow, pulling her leg higher as she added another finger. Chloe groaned, trying to accommodate her and she felt herself slowing. This wasn’t Georgia. This was…an AI. That she had bought. A toy. But a toy that could feel and think. One that had never been taken like this. She tried to blink back her lust, “Am I hurting you?” she asked softly, gentling. “It’s okay,” Chloe said softly, her legs still around her hips but she could tell she was trying hard to relax around her fingers. “No it’s not…I’m sorry,” she whispered, feeling tears come to her eyes. She withdrew her hand gently, unable to look at Chloe as she pulled away, sitting on the side of the bed, eyes swimming. “Becky, what’s wrong? What did I do?” Chloe asked behind her, her voice slightly anxious. “It’s not you,” she whispered. What was she thinking? Bringing her home…to ease this ache. She didn’t think she could do it. She felt Chloe’s arms go around her and startled, Chloe lifted her into her arms, holding her. She lay them down and curled her body around hers and she felt herself slowly relax, feeling Chloe’s heart slowly settle into a normal rhythm. Her heart. She could hear it beating under her chest. Science was a damn miracle. Maybe this would work. Maybe she could pretend that everything would be alright. At least for awhile. _________________________________ Chloe felt her eyes move up the back of Becky’s legs to her bottom. She tore them away and looked down at her plate. She felt a throb center between her legs and she pushed them together. Ever since that first night, she had this ache she couldn’t explain. Remembering Becky’s fingers inside of her she felt her breathing change. From the moment she existed, she was programmed to give pleasure. She knew that she was not human. Had been told this in no uncertain terms. She was a product of science. Merging technology with the capacity to feel and learn. For the last three years she learned to interact, understand and assimilate with other AI’s like her as well as with humans when on excursions the company went out on with them when not inside the building she was born in. She knew about every erogenous zone on the body, knew how to make a man or woman come quickly or slowly. She knew how to read emotions on faces and she tried to act before being told to. She also vaguely understood that her own body also could receive the same pleasure she gave. Not that she had ever experienced it. Until that night. Just looking at her for the first time had left her feeling oddly. Like things weren’t quite right. She had memories she couldn’t reach, feelings she didn’t understand. She made her want to react. Sometimes at night she woke up in a sweat, dreaming of water, unable to breathe, to think. That was the part of her that was human. Emotions and memories floating in her head and through her veins. She didn’t think she felt and acted like the other AI’s. She didn’t feel like what she was meant to do was who she was. She couldn’t define it. She only knew that she was learning every day. Learning to be who she was, whomever that was. And being with her owner was like discovering parts of her that were missing. Chloe had always had a sense of smell, but it seemed to have gotten even stronger. She could smell Becky coming out of the shower all the way down the hall. Or Renny’s stinky breath as he panted around the house. It seemed strange to her. She didn’t know what was “normal” but this didn’t seem to be. She also seemed to be overly in tune to what Becky wanted before she did. She knew part of her programming was being able to learn quickly what her owner wanted, but this was like knowing what to do before she did it. Like this morning. Becky walked into the kitchen and she had immediately stood up and gone to the cupboard, getting her a tall glass, not knowing why, but just knowing she was going to want it. Becky had looked at her oddly and she could only smile helplessly at her. And today when they were outside, sitting on the back porch she had found herself looking in at the clock in the kitchen and then standing. She turned just as the sound of something hitting the front door whacked against it. Becky had looked up at her and said “Evening paper.” Why had she even known that something was about to occur? She wondered if she should talk to someone at the lab but she didn’t want tests run, to be used as some sort of experiment, which she had seen happen to a few of the AI’s when anomalies occurred. A year back, one of the other AI’s had gotten angry and literally started throwing a tantrum, things flying across the room. They were always supposed to be in control of their emotions when they felt them. So Chloe never mentioned her dreams and waking up from them scared and feeling so alone. She didn’t understand it and maybe she never would. “Not hungry?” Becky asked, startling her out of her thoughts. “No,” she smiled at her, standing to take their plates. “It’s okay, you don’t have to clean up,” Becky shook her head, touching her arm. “I want to,” Chloe replied, as she brought them both to the sink. Afterwards they had gone to the living room where she had started a fire and they had played some sort of card game. It took her a few minutes but she caught on and soon Becky was laughing at her when she would yell out “UNO!” like she had taught her.