Chapter 1 – Will’s Legacy #3
“Oh,” said Rochelle breathily, licking her lips. “Dr Tanaka has really outdone himself. This guy looks amazing. Yesterday, a combat robot on the killing fields, today a few hours’ entertainment in my bedroom. Isn’t that incredible?” she said gleefully.
Marci wasn’t sure whether this man really could be a combat robot, even if you might have suspected it given the size of him.
Apart from the fact that this kind of machine was subject to the Weapons Control Act, as she’d learned from Will, and was forbidden in private households, she couldn’t imagine that her boss would take such a risk.
However, Rochelle explained that her chief engineer had used a decommissioned robot as the basis for building this amazing-looking guy for her.
What’s more, she’d kickstarted the production of this prototype herself, she announced proudly to Marci.
With a fleeting touch of his temples, Rochelle awakened the huge robot and his eyes opened.
They were green. Jade green, to be precise, like the mountain lake on the screensaver of Marci’s ancient tablet.
The unmistakable glow in the robot’s dark pupils made him look even more alive than a person.
Marci was so overwhelmed by the sight of him that she couldn’t bring herself to look away.
The robot stepped out of his steel prison with a slightly awkward gait.
Marci was almost disappointed; she’d imagined his first steps would somehow be more fluid, but he then relaxed his impressive muscles and made another succinct movement, snapping to attention as if he actually were a soldier reporting for duty.
“Isn’t he just unbelievably gorgeous?” said Rochelle dreamily, already exploring the man’s imposing chest muscles and perfectly defined six-pack with her restless fingers.
No, he’s not, Marci wanted to reply, even though she couldn’t deny his erotic aura.
She actually found the guy slightly alarming; despite all the physical perfection, his rugged face and the fixed stare of his eyes suggested ruthless determination.
His soft mouth, at least, seemed relaxed, which made his overall impression on Marci slightly less overpowering.
She had never seen a robot like this in her whole life.
He looked almost no different from a real man if you discounted his extraordinary muscles, which were a great deal more impressive than those seen on most human guys.
The idea of what this robot could do to a person if its owner lost control made her shudder.
He startled her by suddenly blinking repeatedly, probably to moisten his eyeballs with artificial tears.
To Marci’s amazement, he didn’t show any emotion as Rochelle’s hands continued their restless exploration down his hairless chest. She ran her hands over his narrow hips, round his muscular buttocks and down his solid upper thighs, where she paused for a moment and then, after a second of hesitation, stroked his impressive penis, which was relaxed despite its remarkable size.
She then placed a featherlight touch on his testicles, where his makers had clearly decided – as on the rest of him – to forgo the use of any pubic hair.
While Rochelle was in raptures about her new acquisition, the robot seemed completely unaffected.
“Does he have a name?” asked Marci tentatively, wondering how on earth you were supposed to address a guy like this.
“It’s Rob 007,” replied Rochelle with a childish giggle.
“But I think I’ll call him Robby.” She giggled again, putting on an innocent expression that would have amused Marci had the robot not looked so cold and unpredictable.
He didn’t seem to be interested in what she called him and showed barely a flicker of interest in his new owner.
“Do you really think Robby is the right name for such a colossus?” asked Marci doubtfully.
“That’s the good thing,” enthused Rochelle, slapping Mr Perfect on his luscious behind. “I can say and do anything I like to him. What man would put up with that?”
“I don’t know…” replied Marci hesitantly, while she scrutinised the robot’s incalculable features again for some sign of objection.
“Do you have any idea why this magnificent specimen is standing in my entrance hall?” Rochelle looked at her challengingly.
Marci had to collect herself before she felt capable of answering.
“I have an idea,” she replied uncertainly, “seeing as you called him a ‘few hours’ entertainment’.”
Even if there was nothing about this guy that was to Marci’s taste and could ever replace Will, she understood Rochelle’s enthusiasm. Standing there like that, he was incredibly sexy and she was sure she wasn’t the only woman who would feel drawn to his masculine aura.
“He’s a sex robot,” explained Rochelle with an almost unbridled joy that didn’t match the calm authority with which she approached nearly everyone and everything.
“The latest innovation from Copter Robot Unlimited. A decommissioned combat robot, completely overhauled and fitted with the latest emotional program,” she explained to Marci, switching smoothly into standard business mode.
“I gave Tanaka a few schematics and he created this fantastic guy for me. Together, we came up with the idea of overhauling decommissioned robots in our lab and re-programming them into escorts. Practically perfect male creations who can read in a woman’s eyes exactly what she wants whilst also keeping her safe, every day.
To make this long-cherished dream come true, Tanaka needed the key code that I got from Monty as a consolation prize with my divorce settlement.
He didn’t think it was of any use because his combat robots don’t need any emotions to activate their survival instinct.
The upgrade may have been no use to Monty, but Dr Tanaka applied it to activate the emotional area in a combat robot’s brain that was suppressed during their original production – like empathy, compassion and sexual excitement.
If all those unsatisfied, bored career women out there want to have this kind of guy in bed, we’ve got it made.
He’s guaranteed to be worth more than any combat robot and, as Tanaka said, he’ll also replace the bodyguard and will clean, cook and sort out the garden.
I’m convinced it’s going to be an absolute gold mine.
In one year, I’m going to make more credits than Monty ever could with his tin soldiers, especially as his businesses aren’t going as well as they used to because the government is running out of money. ”
While Marci was still reeling internally from the shock, because it seemed her worst fears of a cleaning robotic lover were coming true, Rochelle grinned confidently at her.
“I’ve promised Dr Tanaka to test the first one myself and send him a report the same day,” she added unnecessarily.
“If anyone calls for me, tell them I’m unavailable until lunchtime.
We’ll see whether Rob 007 can keep the promises CRU is making to its customers.
When I’m finished with him, if you’re still here, you can use my bedroom.
Your husband’s been gone for a while and I’m sure you’ll want to have your fun with this well-endowed robot.
The more empirical data I can give CRU, the better.
That’s the great thing about these machines,” she continued, looking amused, “it doesn’t make any difference to them who they stick their powerful cocks into.
They can do it any time, any place, and with anyone.
At least, that’s what Dr Tanaka claims after his initial test runs, although he probably didn’t take into account my tremendous appetite for a guy like this after almost a year’s celibacy.
” With a smug smile, she signalled to the robot to follow her.
“Do excuse me,” she said to Marci, who went cold at the thought that she was probably about to lose her job to this jack-of-all-trades.
Grinning like a satisfied cat that’s just got the cream, Rochelle headed up to her bedroom.
The robot followed her, seemingly without resistance, but Marci could have sworn that he gave her a surreptitious wink as he passed her.
She stared after them disbelievingly, as if in a trance, and was only roused from it when she heard the door of Rochelle’s bedroom open with a quiet hum and then immediately close again after the two of them had disappeared inside.
Marci was not particularly nosy by nature, but she would have loved to have crept upstairs and eavesdropped at Rochelle’s door to find out whether her expectations of the robot would even be partially satisfied.
Or, because she was somehow suspicious of the winking robot, whether things would take a totally different direction.
All the rooms in this villa, however, were hermetically sealed and could also function as panic rooms that required a specific password to open, which Marci didn’t know.
Even though there had been virtually no cases of anyone being kidnapped or assaulted in this area, because these houses’ security made them as impregnable as Fort Knox, people in Rochelle’s circle preferred to play it safe.
Maybe it was because of this that Marci felt uneasy and made the imprudent decision to tiptoe up the stairs to Rochelle’s room and wait outside the door to make sure her boss emerged unscathed.
If this guy actually did have a screw loose and didn’t function as Rochelle intended, Marci would call security immediately, and they would throw this cleaning, cooking, fucking machine with the potential to be a weapon of mass destruction out of the villa.
Preferably before Rochelle came to any harm.
She wasn’t particularly fond of her boss but at least she guaranteed Marci a halfway decent income. For now, at least.