Five
REMUS
Jenna finishes explaining what will be expected during the demonstration, and the more she tells me, the more my blood boils. She’s not even a person to these arseholes, just a thing, a tool to be used to make money.
I can’t wait to crush these bastards.
With only seconds to go before the show starts, she leans towards me and whispers, “I hope to hell you’re not a selfish lover, or you’ll blow your cover well before you blow your load.”
“Is that a challenge?” I murmur softly, fighting to keep my expression neutral.
Goddamn but I want to put this woman on her hands and knees and fuck the sass right out of her. And then I want to flip her on her back and do it all over again. And in another minute or two, I just might get that chance.
At the stroke of 11:00 a.m. precisely, a large panel on one wall of her room slides up to reveal an equally large window and the room behind it, slightly elevated so they’re looking down on us. A viewing platform.
Seven men and five women fill the room, all either wearing an expensive suit or a lab coat over their clothes. The people in lab coats carry digital tablets with them. The people in suits are drinking coffee and eating sandwiches like they’re at a goddamn company picnic.
Their indifferent attitudes make me want to take Jenna’s prosthetic cocks and shove them up their collective arses.
Then I feel her fingertips brush against mine, and I want to grab her hand and run.
But she’s right. The only way out of here is to buy ourselves more time.
And the only way to do that is to have sex in front of a roomful of perverts.
For science!
Yeah, right.
I want to look at Jenna. I want to make sure she’s okay, tell her something reassuring, hold her.
But I can’t. I have to stand perfectly still and pretend to be a fucking sex-bot.
Thank God for basic training, and for standing on parade for hours on end, and for a lifetime of not squirming while being scrutinised by my superior officers.
If anyone can pull this off, it’s a soldier.
Jenna clears her throat to get everyone’s attention. “Good morning, everyone, and welcome to today’s demonstration.”
Everyone moves closer to the window. Three of the men and one of the women leer at her.
I can’t say I blame them, but it still pisses me off.
She’d ditched the shirt and underwear and stood beside me now in a pristine white lab coat and not a stitch of anything underneath.
It’s hot as fuck, and when I get her out of here, it’s definitely something we’ll be revisiting in the privacy of my own home.
Right now though, I just want to shove her behind me, block their view of her with my bigger body, and protect her, especially when I hear the smile in her voice and know it’s forced.
I want to hear what she sounds like when she’s truly happy, what her smile looks like when it isn’t strained and her pretty blue eyes aren’t darkened by worry.
“What the hell is this, Jenna?” a man with more jowls than an English Bulldog barks at her. “What shit are you trying to pull now?”
“Good morning, Mr Thorne,” she says pleasantly to the fat fuck sneering down at us. “I assume you’re talking about my latest upgrades?”
“Upgrade? You call that ugly mess an upgrade?”
Ugly? You haven’t seen ugly yet, you piece of shit.
“What you call ugly,” Jenna begins, her voice bristling with anger—that’s my girl—“I call ruggedly handsome.”
My God, I want this woman. I want to wrap her in my arms and never let her go.
When was the last time someone stood up for me?
Even over something as simple as calling me names?
I’m the protector. I’m the officer in charge.
It’s my job to stand up for others. And yet here’s this small but fierce woman standing up for a brute like me. Amazing.
My mind is made up. When I get her the fuck out of here, I’m making her mine.
I’m keeping her.
One of the other suits pipes up. “Is it wearing one of our security uniforms?”
“Yes it is,” she replies, offering no further explanation as she turns towards me. “As you can see, I’ve broadened the shoulders and expanded the chest, and—”
“It’s ugly, Jenna,” Fatty says again. “We don’t sell ugly.”
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Mr Thorne,” she snaps, turning to face the overgrown toad, “and I happen to find his new countenance very appealing, as will many of our clients.”
“Our clients expect perfection,” Thorne says, his tone condescending like he’s explaining himself to a simple-minded child. “We sell the fantasy women want, and our research tells us what they want is a man with a six-pack, the face of a god, and a dick bigger than their husband’s.”
Jenna snorts derisively, which only angers Fatty more.
“Yes, but not all fantasies are the same,” she argues, “and I still maintain your research isn’t broad enough.
We’re selling these sex-bots to women who can get whatever they want, whenever they want it.
They can get men with six-packs and pretty faces and big dicks at a snap of their fingers.
What they can’t get is something a little rougher around the edges.
” She takes a breath. “Don’t discount the working-man fantasy.
The tradesman working in their home, the construction worker they pass on the street, the bodyguard protecting them.
Women like a man who’s good with his hands, someone who isn’t afraid to get a little dirty.
A beast to go with their beauty, if you will. ”
Thorne’s mouth thins and he sniffs disdainfully, but he doesn’t immediately shoot down Jenna’s idea either. After a moment, he says, “Fine. I’ll allow it. But if it doesn’t yield results equal to or better than the original B.O.B., I’ll personally see it thrown in the incinerator. Understand?”
Jenna nods once and smiles tightly. “Absolutely. If he doesn’t blow my socks off, I’ll even help you throw him in.”
Damn, she is good. If I wasn’t in on the con, I’d believe her.
My chest swells with pride, and it takes all my years of training to rein in my need to sweep her off her feet and spin her around, which is just plain crazy. But no more crazy than anything else that’s happened today.
Is it possible to fall head over heels for a woman you just met?
Obviously there’s a physical attraction between us.
The way she explored my chest earlier was anything but scientific.
And don’t even get me started on her reaction to seeing my cock.
But in less time than it takes most people to drink a cup of coffee, Jenna has shown herself to be tough, a fighter, a survivor.
But she’s also vulnerable, sweet, and fiercely intelligent.
Could a woman like her ever want a man like me? A career soldier pushing fifty?
“As I was saying,” Jenna continued, “I’ve widened the shoulders and expanded the chest to create a stronger-looking yet less defined physique, and given him a more rugged facial structure by squaring the jaw and shortening the hair.
As usual, he’s programmed with a variety of sexual commands and comes with the basic array of attachments, which can, of course, be customised for an additional price. ”
One of the other suits made an impatient noise and checked his watch. “Dr Johnson, your creative endeavours aside, what makes this bot different from the ones we already offer? Your brief, however vague, suggested you’d be showing us something more than a modified body and an unpleasant face.”
“My brief. Of course.” Jenna’s tight smile returns. “I was just coming to that.”
When she said “coming”, two of the men who’d been leering at her snickered. Wankers.
But my girl soldiers on. “The upgrades I alluded to in the brief involved modifying the software to make B.O.B. more… spontaneous. It’s something I’ve had my team working on for months, and I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.
” She pauses for effect. “I’ve added a random generator to his programming. ”
“Explain,” Thorne demands.
“As you know, B.O.B. is the most advanced and dexterous bot in the world, capable of moving around as easily as a real human body does, and comes programmed with dozens of sexual positions and techniques, including kissing and cunnilingus.
But the extent to which he can use his programming relies on the user giving specific commands in regard to what position she desires, and how long she wants sex to last.
“For example, the user would use commands like ‘missionary position’ or ‘doggy style’ to tell the bot what she wanted, along with a limit set either by time or the number of orgasms she desires before the session ends. With the random generator, the user can give commands such as ‘seduce me’ or ‘make love to me’ or ‘fuck me hard’, and instead of only one sexual position, the generator will randomly choose from a preset selection of several positions, creating spontaneity and making the overall sexual experience for the user more satisfying.”
“And she can still choose the number of orgasms?” says one of the women in a suit, her gaze roaming over me as her hand goes to the base of her throat, much like Jenna’s had earlier. I fight to keep the grin from my face, knowing full well she’s picking up what Jenna is laying down.
“Of course,” Jenna replies.
“Enough talking,” Thorne grumbles. “Get on with the demonstration. I have more important things to do than stand around here all day watching you get your rocks off.”
Yeah, like this whole set-up was Jenna’s decision, you fat fuck.
Jenna turns to me, her jaw tight, her gaze focused. She swallows and says, “B.O.B., I want you to make love to me.”
“As you wish, Jenna,” I reply, keeping my voice stiff—robotic—just as my girl had instructed.
Besides the initial response, and a “You’re welcome” when we finish, Jenna informed me the bots don’t talk during sex, which suits me fine. I have much better uses for my mouth, especially when she unbuttons her lab coat and slips it off her shoulders, letting it pool on the floor by her feet.
I swallow hard at my first good look at her naked body.
When she’d ripped her tank top off and I’d covered her up, I’d tried to avoid looking at her.
Yes, I’d fantasised about the feel of my tongue on her nipples and sinking my cock deep inside her, but she’d looked so vulnerable in that moment.
Ogling her then would have been the wrong thing to do.
But not now.
Now she’s all mine to do with as I will. She wants me to make love to her? I am definitely here for that. I’d planned on making her mine once I got her out of here, but nothing says I can’t start making her mine right now.