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[Sexual_Muse]

Nova
Age unknown
5’8 with perfect womanly curves and a powerful sexual aura. Black hair, steel gray eyes and flawless porcelain skin.
Missing childhood background, was found wandering the streets as a nine year old with no memory of who she was or where she came from. Taken in by a nice, yet struggling blue collar family who had been trying for years to have a God-born child of their own. As hard as they tried to provide a life of means it was a tough existence and when they both died in a tragic accident Nova a mere child of thirteen fell into the wrong crowd. As it turned out Nova had a knack for a life underground and hidden in the shadows. Within just a handful of years Nova was unmatched in sabotage, infiltration, extraction, property acquisition, stealth and agile combat. But a wrong move with the leader’s son had Nova not only on the outs but on the run. Not that she was too bothered by it, she knew enough and was better than everyone else that going out on her own didn’t faze her at all.

That cockiness was what got her into trouble…

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“You look like one of those FemBots…”

It had been said in passing as a joke weeks after the advertisements for the household robotic units came out. Of course by the time the news had trickled down to the slums where she and her kind lived it was old news in the “Elysian City”. But the more Nova started to think about it the more she could see it in the plastered images that ‘classed’ up the poor and hungry. It wasn’t that bad of an idea, she finally convinced herself before pouring everything she had into the planning process of what just might prove to be the largest scam she had ever pulled off. And all without Rix and his crew. It was the last part that made her smile bitterly. If she pulled off what was brewing in her mind she would have enough pull to not only start her own ‘family’ but to overshadow Rix’s.

It wasn’t hard to find the information she was looking for, heck it wasn’t even that difficult to adjust the factory’s shipping manifest by one. No the real trouble came with the pre-dressed fashion that the Bots were dressed in, who in their right mind thought those shapeless black box suits starched with crisp lines were in anyway attractive. Guess they wanted to downplay that fact that most if not all the Bots would at one time or another be used for sexual pleasure.

The next step was where the real fun came in. E.C. as the rich and famous city was nicknamed, was her playground at least told you how it was, what to expect and what he expect in return. There wasn’t any lies with him because he wanted to give you no reason as to why he made the decisions he made. Too bad his son wasn’t the same… But that was another story completely.

Here.

Dressed and costumed like a posie Nova walked the clean streets, breathed the clean air and looked up at a glistening building. Grass grew in perfectly manicured gardening patterns and lush green trees artistically shaded walkways and benches. There was no green life back home and what did grown there had thorns and stings with no real purpose other than to annoy and harm if you got too close.

This was the last case before she would be delivered. Her target wasn’t the richest man in any means but he had something she wanted, no needed and it was the first piece of her long run plan.

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“Whoa…” This early in a locked warehouse the only thing illuminating the large space were amber emergency lights. Not enough to grasp the size of the room but that didn’t matter, Nova had studied the blueprints and knew the space enough to navigate it with her eyes closed. “This is so strange…” Around her were capsules with Bots in them. At first they looked all alike but the more she looked more the differences she saw. It was like someone took a base standard appearance and tweaked it by the slightest amounts to get the same face but yet all different. This one had pale freckles, the eyes of this one was a deep blue, the hair of this one had hair not as dark as the others. It almost reminded Nova of those old day sketches of missing children projected at older ages and what they might look like at that time. Honestly it gave Nova the creeps because to her it was like looking at her own face over and over again.

There were some serious security measures that needed to be addressed with the delivery of the Bot units but Nova wasn’t going to argue, their overlook and dismissive behaviors was working in her favor. Heck she had never gotten to a targeted location with such ease. If this scam worked as easily as it was so far Nova was going to have it all laid out before her like a buffet. That being said the house she had so kindly invited herself into was real nice. A little bland with all the spotless white and minimal furnishing but the view was to die for.

“Alright.” Nova smiled to herself taking the stairs two at a time. All security measures had been looped for the next twenty minutes, plenty of time to crack into the vault and hack the datapad inside. “Hmm…” Did people still hide vaults behind portraits of themselves? Ture the painting was wonderfully done but really, a full sized ‘King’ themed painting? For that alone the man deserved to be robbed. Seven minutes later, a whole four minutes longer then Nova expected she was in and the heavy vault door swung slowly open.

Her eyes glimmered with the treasures before but she was after one thing and one thing only. “There you are…” Nova purred picking up a handheld datapad. Around her wrist was a code copier and without even turning the datapad on Nova waved her hand over the handheld and waited. And waited. Nearly a minute later the datapad buzzed on and emitted a shrill ear piercing alarm.

“Fuck!”

In a panic Nova tossed the datapad back into the vault, closed it and scampered from the apartment just as a tiny pair of red dots appeared on her ‘bracelet’, the authorities had been called and were on their way. “Fuck…” Nova muttered under her breath as the door closed behind her. Quickly her mind ran down the list of tenets in the building. She had compiled dossiers on everyone in the building and narrowing down her options Nova calmly walked down the hallway and to the next floor knowing her steps for the most part were blurred out as she cloaked herself from one place to another.

Tom Redoman, widower, inventor and safe all around bet should anything go wrong. Fixing a smile on her face Nova knocked on the door.

“Model N-05 series Alpha, common name N.O.V.A.” She introduced when the door opened. “How many I be of service?” Until the heat died down this place made just as good of a hideout as any.

 

[LordUsagi]

Tom Redoman was a middle aged man, who was neither considered handsome nor unattractive. His privileged lifestyle helped to make him look younger than he was but also meant that he had to workout harder to maintain a healthy body. Although he was and looked fit, he was not what one would consider cut or physically defined.

Since his wife had passed away, Tom had become a bit of a recluse. He had quit his job, a very well paying one, and cashed in his company shares to move to a new complex city and live out the rest of his life in peace. As the man who had come up with the interactive version of the ShoVid experience, or LiveVid as he called it, those shares were worth a lot.

ShoVid had become the entertainment of the rich to begin with, it had replaced the old archaic form of visual entertainment, that had predated the Cataclysm. Previously, in the old times, movies as they had been called were projected onto a stage to give a three dimensional affect, this had been a step up from the flat screen projection that had been used before, even with its false 3D visualization. These visual stories were usually about the times before the world almost went to shit, and became a way to entertain the masses. Tom had been one of the many minds behind ShoVid, an upgrade of this system, whereby the rich could watch these Vids in the privacy of their own home. Later he had thought about making the system even more spectacular, and allowing a degree of interaction in these Vid stories. How much better would it be, if the visual formed itself to look familiar, if it took place in your own home and and you played a small part in the story and could maybe influence the outcome.
It had been through this innovation that he had met his wife. She had been an up and coming actress that he had used for the pilot versions of LiveVid. They had first become friends, then lovers and then a happily married couple. Children had been out of the picture, Merith, his wife, had been infertile as a result of a childhood disease. If she had been born in the right part of the city, that would have been fixed through expensive medication. But unfortunately by the time she was famous it was too late to reverse the damage nature had caused.

The bigger tragedy in Tom's life was one that science could not fix no matter how rich one was. His wife had been kidnapped and killed by an overzealous fan. That changed everything for him. He withdrew from society, moved into an exclusive complex where he would not have to leave the comfort of his own home if he didn't want to. Of course that kind of lifestyle was not conducive to a healthy mind and body so Tom continued to keep himself busy with interactive entertainment and training. His inventions meant he could play chess with a grandmaster ten thousand miles away and converse as if they were in the same room, or train with a monk in a temple in the Himalayas, as long as they had the same high standard of technology that he had.

It was his hope one day that his LiveVid would become so cheap and commonplace that anyone in the world could afford to experience a better alternate reality.

Tom had just finished a training session with a world renowned adventure cyclist through one of the last remaining forests in South America, a feat accomplished with neither of them actually leaving their own living space, when he heard the signal that someone was by his front door.

"How may you be of service?"
It was not the obvious sleazy question of one confronted by what was for all intents and purposes an obedient sex slave. But rather genuine remark born from the surprise of encountering the beautiful woman before him.

She must have been the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in the flesh. The advertisements barely did her justice, though the drab clothing she wore spoiled the whole affect. From the advertising campaign it seemed that he had been randomly chosen to win one of the new obedient HelperBots.

"May I," he asked reaching out towards her hair. He instinctively did not wait for her consent, knowing that she was meant to be obedient in all ways.

"It is as they say," he said after running her hair between his fingers and testing the texture of her cheek, "you are not synthetic."

Stepping aside he ushered her in. "The first thing you can do is change that terrible clothing you are wearing. You are so beautiful and that spoils the whole affect." He pointed to a door, "through there is a closet with some of my wife's old costumes. She was an actress so you should find something that appeals to you." He did not bother to point out that some of the clothing was classic period piece, or some might have been from her more sensual roles. She could chose whatever she felt like.

"I am going to take a shower and change," he looked at his reflection in a window and realized his own appearance was not that appropriate.

It had been so long since anyone unexpected had knocked on his door, that he barely even considered his own appearance before answering. His body was drenched in sweat from his workout, and he wore only the thin training pants, that although comfortable to train in, did little to hid the fact that his wife thought he could of made an actor from the waist down.

"Please just make yourself at home," he added before disappearing into the bathroom.

 

[Sexual_Muse]

Tom didn’t show any surprise when he opened the front door and for a moment that caught Nova off guard. She expected some excited cries of triumph or disbelief but there was only a somewhat puzzled question. Which in a way could be a mark of surprise, she guessed after some thought.

Smile, smile, smile.

Nova chanted to herself making sure to keep the friendly grin on her face as he reached out for her. “I am a human relations simulation born of cybotic and organic integration. Made to be human in all ways possible.” She recited with perfected ease as his fingers ran through her hair, lightly caressing her cheek. The causal touch sent a shock wave through Nova, the moment his skin touched hers, she couldn’t explain it but the closest she could relating with the sensation was the one time she had overloaded and fried a control tower prematurely.

He seemed unfazed and ushered her into his home without question ordering her to change out of her clothes into a new costume. “Thank you.” She might have been a thief but she wasn’t without manors no matter what her upbringing or criminal record said about her. As Tom excused himself to take a shower Nova fell into line and opened the door previously pointed out. The room, a closet some might have called it except it was the size of her whole shanty, was lined with clothes, footwear, bags, accessories and a number of other things she would make head or tails of. When Tom had told her to change she had it in her mind to pick the most comfortable dark colored sweater and pants but gifted with such a wide array of style options put Nova in an odd situation.

She had dressed the part on a number of occasions when she needed to visit the golden city but they had all been fakes, true they were the best fakes you could buy but they were still fakes. “Oh my…” Nova moaned reaching out to touch the sleeve of a leather jacket. It was like butter, soft and warm to the touch. “Mmmha…” She purred pulling the jacket from its hanger. “I could live in you forever.” She smiled bringing the leather to her face to breathe in. Real leather, she had only seen real leather from afar let alone touch it.

Clutching the jacket to her chest Nova closed her eyes and held her arm out deciding to pick her outfit purely by touch. A few steps later a downy soft fabric halted the young woman. “What is this?” Being poor meant synthetic and poorly manmade fabrics. Most wears came from recycled down matter from who knows where. In fact in most cases it was best not to know where it came from. If you were lucky something might be a blend of something ‘once upon a time’ real but even that was lifetimes ago.

“Cotton?” History lesson and readings recalled a time of slavery and respiratory issues with the farming of cotton but beyond that the material was but a myth. They could make a good fake on the street, or so she thought before touching the black top. She liked the braided strap that went around the neck and the open holes in the long sleeves as well as the slouchy way the fabric hung from the chest and clung to the body. The size of her breast would stretch the material over her chest almost obscenely but that she was willing to overlook in favor of the softness of the cotton. “OH!” From the corner of her eye Nova spotted something shiny and black. “Yes. You I like.” She giggled sliding the pants from the hanger. At the same time she fell in love with the pants she knew that walking out wearing them would send the wrong message. Too ‘Hello Soldier’ and not enough “I’m not a SexBox’. “Don’t worry,” Nova whispered to the pants in promise. “You’ll come home with me at the end of all this.” Before moving on to set of white jean like pants with cute lace patchwork down both outer sides. For an outfit she didn’t know how all the pieces would go together but she didn’t much care, fashion in the slums truly just amounted to if it fit or not and even that was judged on a vast curve.

In a drawer she found undergarments but as cute and sexy as they were she couldn’t keep her breasts from spilling out from the cups. “Oh well hate bras anyways.” She shrugged, it wasn’t like she was wearing one now. On the way out she spotted a set of soft yet sturdy leather boots with small accent of lace matching the unknowing theme of her outfit.

For all that indecision getting dressed only took a handful of minutes and when she came out of the room the sound of water could still be heard falling from the other side of the apartment. “Just as well…” Nova started to say as she took her first look around.

Technology was both a gift and a curse, which side you were on all decided on your skill. Nova liked to think she was the best, at least of those she met but what she was seeing around the room had her giddy with excitement. For a moment her thoughts turned from just walking out of the apartment to childlike play with what she as categorizing as new found toys. The information copied off her coder bracelet burned against her skin begging to be unfurled, to be read and for such secrets to be told. But again, Nova couldn’t resist what looked like prototypes and software rewrites and updates. Her eyes greedily scanned over the tech with hungry appeal. “Tasty.” She purred.

The sound of water no long falling turned Nova from the tech. “Who are you?” She whispered out loud. The simple dossier she had on Tom was just surface deep, he wasn’t her target but suddenly he had all of her attention and she wanted to know more.

So there she stood in the middle of his entry way waiting for him when before her plans were to be far from here and free.

 

[LordUsagi]

While Tom took a shower to wash of the sweat of his workout he couldn't but think about the woman that was probably changing in the room just a few doors down. It was hard not to think that his first impression had not been that impressive. His dress when he had answered the door, his touching her without permission, his lack of surprise. Well maybe that had been a good thing, maybe his shock, and subsequent muted reaction had been better than what he suspected many of the 'SexBots' would encounter on their surprise first meetings.

Nova was beautiful, of that there was no doubt, and as promised in the campaign she felt so lifelike, and by her own admission human in every way. He wondered if the bots had been given an individual personality, did they have any life experiences, had they been encoded with life experiences. He could knew the reason behind the campaign, a helper, companion that was also a willing sexual partner. But he suspected that is where the flaw came in. If a bot had no personality of life experience there may be a lack of genuine intimacy. Maybe he would just have to discuss it with Nova, ask her some questions, give her some guidelines. Although he was so fascinated by the idea of a life bot and his first thought was not how she would perform in bed, he had to admit to himself that sooner or later he would want to experience it.

While he dried himself off, he began to imagine the choices in dress that lay before Nova. His wife had acted in a lot of Vids and she had the habit of keeping her costumes after filming. The room also held a lot of her own clothing, with the exception of those that held sentimental value to him. Her wedding dress, the clothes she wore the first time they met, those types were all securely stored away. He also recalled that he and his wife did have an active sex life, with a fair amount of kink, and those choices may also be available to Nova. Well if she did have a personality her choice in clothing may be an indication to that.

Tom slipped on a pair of shorts, the apartment was climate regulated, so he hardly had a reason to wear anything warm or non comfortable. He did however know that they flattered him, showing off his legs, backside and crotch. His wife had affectionately called him her well endowed wallet. He also realized his choice of shirt was maybe a little to tight, and while he may not be a professional sportsmen, he was proud of his ever more decreasing waistline and defining musculature.

By the time he returned to the main entrance hall, he had given his new guest a lot of thought. He was however surprised to see her waiting for him. He did however take the opportunity to admire her beauty. The top was practical but he did enjoy the way her breasts push the fabric to its limits. He had suspected his wife was slightly more petite than Nova, and what she wore confirmed it.

"It is just as I suspected, you are almost a perfect match for my wife. Though...umm...umm....breasts...and pants....umm...tight."

He gave her a long measured look, admiring how shapely she was, it was hard to ignore.

"I will set up an account for you with the in-complex store, if you wish to purchase your own clothes," he smiled, "though I will not complain if you continue to wear what makes you look even more beautiful...if that is possible." He shook his head in embarrassment, " just wear whatever makes you comfortable."

He indicated to his own clothing, "I myself am very minimalist, and have been known to wear less in the pursuit of comfort. I don't really get many visitors you see. But out of respect to you I will be a bit more aware. That gets us to some logistics."

He indicated to the room he had just exited, "you already know that is the bathing area. It has a shower and large spa tub, both are voice activated and have visual environmental features. I will respect your privacy and not enter when you are in there. You already know where the storage closet space is, anything in there is at your disposal."

He pointed to another door, "the main bedroom is through there but it only has one large bed. Until I have made arrangements, you can sleep there and I will bunk down on a relaxi couch in the entertainment area."

"Talking of which, follow me," he lead her out of the hall into a large room. "The dining area is off there, we might get into the habit of having sit down meals. The kitchen is attached to that, I am hoping you can cook, I am just above mediocre."

He looked at her to get an indication of her thoughts then carried on. "Look you can explore the house, anywhere you want to go. There are Vids in the entertainment area, most are films my wife was in, and any of our private ones will be secured so you wouldn't be able to access them anyway. Talking of which my lab is secured, so explore, the garden, the pool, basically treat the house as if you belong here."

He knew he had to broach the subject of her being essentially also an entertainment bot, but didn't want to at the moment. "So any questions, thoughts?"

 

[Sexual_Muse]

Were the clothes tight? They felt comfortable enough and while Tom’s reaction was fairly normal she wondered just what he would have done if she had come out in those leather pants.

An account? Nova was baffled by the idea, who gave a Bot access to an account? Wasn’t the Bots slaves in both housework and sexual pleasure? For some reason she had it in her mind that they would be treated as such by the population. It was stunning that Tom was not only treating her like a person but was making an effort to provide for her in a way that she hadn’t been cared for in years. All that added to the face that he was taking into measure her level of comfort and respecting what limits she might have.

Nova almost said something when Tom spoke of the sleep arrangements. She was used to sleeping on the floor, lucky to have a blanket and a roof over her head. There had been times in her life where she slept without either, wanting for move, praying for the unknown.

As he pointed out areas of the house Nova followed with her eyes still amazed by his openness and hospitality. By what she saw of his nature she knew his order to follow wasn’t by means law but simply a general navigation nudge to continue the tour. Nova said nothing to her skills in the kitchen, she hadn’t really been asked. Tom’s words were more of a statement and admittance then an inquisition to her knowledge. As it were, food was something to be cherished and while nearly everyone she knew didn’t share her appreciation for it, she had been taught to cook and rather well if she were to base her talent by compliments alone.

The freedom he gave her, the life he was willing to share with her stole words from her. He wanted her to maybe not belong but be comfortable and feel to some degree safety. The hope for safety was something she hadn’t felt in a long time. In fact she was so lost in the thought she had missed his question for nearly a whole minute before responding.

“Questions…” The words rolled off her tongues as if foreign to her and in many ways it was. “Why?” It was a very broad question but Nova meant it in ways to everything he was offering and all that he was willing to compromise with her surprise arrival. “What would a Bot need of money? Why give it respect when its purpose is to be used?” Her brows furrowed in curiosity. “Why forgo your comfort for a thing? Allow it privileges undeserved?” She didn’t get it and wanted answers to fill in the mystery that Tom had presented to her with his kindness.

Nova had never been in a position when her mind changed so quickly. From the first moment she entered this apartment she had been thinking only of escape and her exit out of the city. The fabs on the LiveVids and modified tech had her lingering but now it was the man himself, without thought of much else that gave her pause. “You confuse me.” She stated drily unused to the feel of being thrown off by anyone. “The information I have on you it limited, in part to my lack of research but I doubt information logged in servers and uplinks could have prepared me for this, for you.”

For the first time since the door opened Nova really took a look at the man before her. Tall, by some measure over her height of 5’8. Fit. The way the shorts framed him there was some appealing shape to him, proven even more by the tight fit of his shirt. It looked like he was freshly shaven showing a strong jawline. Moving up his face she noted the color of his eyes and the spark of intelligence. At first the gray in his hair made Nova perceive him as older then he was but the more she really looked at him the more youthful tells she was reading from his body. The studied look over Tom unfortunately provided no answers to the growing list of questions.

“And these upgrades to this LiveVid unit, are they of your creation?”

 

[LordUsagi]

Her long pause before replying made him wonder. Did she expect to be used as nothing but a household slave and object of sexual pleasure. Did she want to be used in such a way. Maybe she had very little cognitive thought. Maybe she was designed to enjoy sex, to crave it for all he knew. He wondered if she was feeling rejected. Her beauty and appeal may have been programmed as a sense of pride and his reluctance to take advantage of that hurt that pride.

He smiled when she finally began to spew forth her questions, it showed definite signs of more than blind obedience. She questioned his motivations and that showed more than pre programmed responses.

"Let's start with the first question. What would you need money for? Well you probably don't need money for yourself. But you would need access to funds if you are to run the household properly. It is more efficient than you saying you need this food so you can cook it."

He indicated for her to sit down, "also on a personal note, you came with only that weird factory outfit, and maybe you will get tired of my wife's old clothes. I mean some of it is dated period fashion and some of it may not be practical. Just wait here and let me show you what I mean."

When he returned briefly he held up an example.

"Now how would you feel if you had to wear this to sleep tonight, I mean it is not such a big living space that I might not see you in it. And maybe you don't like the color red," his smile told her that he doubted that the color would be a reason she would object to wearing such a piece.

"Now I would never object to you choosing to wear this." He closed his eyes and pondered how to continue briefly. "Look Nova, I don't even know if that is a name you chose or just an acronym, as much as I am a man with needs, who has been alone for a few years now, I don't want to just consider you as a SexBot. Your questions were intelligent and thought out, though maybe a little rushed, but it makes me think that having you here may be a little more interesting than having a willing bed slave."

He sat down next to her, "you asked about the LiveVid. That shows you already have more thoughts than how you can please me. And yes I was heavily involved with the design of LiveVid and a lot of the modifications here are my own prototypes."

He absently but his hand on her leg, "so having your own choice of clothing to wear is only fair. I mean you would really fill this out," he dropped the red number in her lap, and pulled his hand away when he realized it had been lingering. "You have a similar size to my wife but are a lot more curvy."

"As to the matter of giving up my comfort, I think it is only fair. I can't promise you that I won't one day want to see if laying with you is as real as advertised. But until then I think it is fair to treat you as respectfully as I can, so that the idea of being forced to live with and serve me no longer feels like a chore."

"Honestly how would you have felt if I had told you to put on that," he pointed at the fabric in her lap, "and not choose something that looked comfortable. Look maybe I am wrong in treating you this way, maybe it makes you feel uncomfortable. Maybe you are well versed and enjoy sex, maybe I offended you by not enquiring what your desires and needs are."

 

[LordUsagi]

Her long pause before replying made him wonder. Did she expect to be used as nothing but a household slave and object of sexual pleasure. Did she want to be used in such a way. Maybe she had very little cognitive thought. Maybe she was designed to enjoy sex, to crave it for all he knew. He wondered if she was feeling rejected. Her beauty and appeal may have been programmed as a sense of pride and his reluctance to take advantage of that hurt that pride.

He smiled when she finally began to spew forth her questions, it showed definite signs of more than blind obedience. She questioned his motivations and that showed more than pre programmed responses.

"Let's start with the first question. What would you need money for? Well you probably don't need money for yourself. But you would need access to funds if you are to run the household properly. It is more efficient than you saying you need this food so you can cook it."

He indicated for her to sit down, "also on a personal note, you came with only that weird factory outfit, and maybe you will get tired of my wife's old clothes. I mean some of it is dated period fashion and some of it may not be practical. Just wait here and let me show you what I mean."

When he returned briefly he held up an example.

"Now how would you feel if you had to wear this to sleep tonight, I mean it is not such a big living space that I might not see you in it. And maybe you don't like the color red," his smile told her that he doubted that the color would be a reason she would object to wearing such a piece.

"Now I would never object to you choosing to wear this." He closed his eyes and pondered how to continue briefly. "Look Nova, I don't even know if that is a name you chose or just an acronym, as much as I am a man with needs, who has been alone for a few years now, I don't want to just consider you as a SexBot. Your questions were intelligent and thought out, though maybe a little rushed, but it makes me think that having you here may be a little more interesting than having a willing bed slave."

He sat down next to her, "you asked about the LiveVid. That shows you already have more thoughts than how you can please me. And yes I was heavily involved with the design of LiveVid and a lot of the modifications here are my own prototypes."

He absently but his hand on her leg, "so having your own choice of clothing to wear is only fair. I mean you would really fill this out," he dropped the red number in her lap, and pulled his hand away when he realized it had been lingering. "You have a similar size to my wife but are a lot more curvy."

"As to the matter of giving up my comfort, I think it is only fair. I can't promise you that I won't one day want to see if laying with you is as real as advertised. But until then I think it is fair to treat you as respectfully as I can, so that the idea of being forced to live with and serve me no longer feels like a chore."

"Honestly how would you have felt if I had told you to put on that," he pointed at the fabric in her lap, "and not choose something that looked comfortable. Look maybe I am wrong in treating you this way, maybe it makes you feel uncomfortable. Maybe you are well versed and enjoy sex, maybe I offended you by not enquiring what your desires and needs are."

 

[Sexual_Muse]

Tom’s first answer did little to silence the demands of the many questions she had. Yet she say when indicated and wait as asked using the moment to prioritize her current predicament. With what he was willing to offer, what he could and seemed so willing to do would just staying be such a bad thing? Did she really have to leave as soon as possible? Sure there would come a time when he would ask more for then she wanted to give but until then… The idea was appealing she had to admit if only to herself.

As he continued to speak, despite the garment he had just brought out, Nova began restructuring her immediate plans. Almost as soon as she started putting serious thought into staying she realized a possible fatal flaw she just created for herself. Her questions showed more than just simple programming, a thought process and emotional base she knew the Bots were not softwared with.

“A thing is not programmed to feel, the assumption of such a human range of emotions is puzzling to me.” A quick replay of her previous questions could be passed off as scientific curiosity. She hoped as she fell back to her pre-thought out robotic responses. This was an act, one Nova couldn’t let herself break again. Regardless of how interesting she found it that he was the creator of the prototypes. She didn’t even notice his hand on her leg until he quickly removed it.

How funny it was that he had been married to an actress and here he was pair with yet another woman playing a part. She smiled to herself picking at the red lace with genuine interest. She was going to have to stop being surprised at the softness of everything here. She was going to have to play indifference no matter how exquisite something felt against her skin.

The more Tom talked about fair and respect the more Nova ached. He didn’t know her, she was a stranger, worse a robotic sex slave and all he seemed concerned with was her measure of… what was the word she was looking for/ Many came to mind but they were all such a foreign concept that it took more time then she wanted to admit that it might just be happiness, he was concerned with her happiness.

“No.” Nova waved off fairly quickly. “You are just a curiosity.” She explained. “I can’t not say where my feels would lay had you ordered me to wear that.” Nova lied, she would have been pissed but at the same time it would have made leaving that much easier. “What I can say with open honesty is that your ideals of ‘fairness’ and ‘respect’ are refreshing and that the environment you are providing me is more than necessary but happily accepted.” She smiled. Where that left them now was, well Nova didn’t know. She hadn’t thought up any scenarios where she stayed and her mind seemed unable to wrap itself around the workings of the man in front of her enough to fashion anything even remotely looking like a plan.

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Across town a LiveVid rang and a rat faced man fidgeted nervously. He had drawn the short straw and he wrung his worn cap in his dirty hands half way praying that there would be no answer.

“What?!”

That was not the case and David swallowed loudly and stepped into focus. “There-“ He squeaked before clearing his throat. “A breaking, I mean broken-“ David closed his eyes a took a deep breath. “There has been a break in at the Nest and one of the eggs has cracked.” He said slowly, his eyes squeezed shut until the fear of no response pried them open.

As if he were there, a rather large man if not in weight but stature frowned deeply, lines etched harshly on his aged face. “Come again.” The stone cold voice asked as if he hadn’t heard it perfectly the first time.

“Um…” David stuttered in panic. “the Nest had been, well, umm…” The look on the older man’s face was doing nothing for his nerves. “We’ll figure out who or what, we’ll figure out something.” He promised with jarring nods of his head.

“Are you telling me that you have no information other than someone stupider then you has stolen something from me?”

The question felt like a trick question but David nodded his head in answer gulping when the look of death glazed over the older man’s eyes.

The LiveVid feed was cut off and while the older man was polished and composed a vein ticked angrily on his temple before emotions got the better of him and the datapad he had in his hand sored across the room and shattered upon impact with the far wall. “Somebody clean this up, I’m heading out!” He bellowed storming from the room.

 

[LordUsagi]

"Oh I see," Tom replied rather despondently, "I had hoped your responses were a little more than programming, but I suppose if you wish a person to be obedient you wouldn't want them to have too much free thought."

He sat back, "but let's see if there is any more information on the Nova model, perhaps you have some secrets that not even you know."

Retrieving a datapad he began to interact with the company that had sponsored the gift he had been lucky enough to win.

"Hmm....it seems like there is a lot of information, the marketing campaign is very extensive. It looks like they have invested a great deal in the product and expect a lot of success. And it shows what they expect you will be used for Nova."

He looked up and smiled at her.

"All bots are intensively programmed in household chores including cooking as well as being predisposed for sexual relations. All bots are bisexual in nature and skilled in all forms of sexual pleasure including sensual massage. All bots are versed in the entire Kama Sutra and for diversity have a random five positions that are determined as their favorite. This means that a client who owns more than one bot may experience a different encounter with each of their, quote, SexBots."

He looked at her, "I wonder if you even know your favorite positions yet." Returning to the small screen he continued to read. "Each bot has a real feel genetically created skin and fully mimics a humans biological functions to create a more authentic feel."

He smiled, "the good news for me is that it seems you have a learning matrix which will automatically modify your behavior to better suit my needs and wishes based on prior data and experiences."

He looked at her, "that probably explains why you asked questions, you know I have a scientific mind. Now you also know I find you very attractive and had a healthy sexual relationship with my wife, if you studied some of the clothes in the wardrobe."

"So tell me Nova, do you have an individual style, is that it based on the clothes you picked. Do you like the hairstyle you were given. I want you to, I am asking you to, create your own style." He handed her the datapad. "In fact here lets do some shopping for you, for clothes, for things for your room. If you order it, they will deliver it by tomorrow."

 

[Sexual_Muse]

What it sounded like Tom needed was a girlfriend more than a Bot. Someone to have intelligent conversations with, something more stimulation then just software programing. It was a shame that she had meet Tom in such a fashion, he was interesting and wasn’t an easy read. It wasn’t all about power and sex for him and that alone had Nova wishing for a different outcome.

Then all at once Tom had moved on to the sexual aspect of the Bots functions and casually wondered out loud if she knew her favorite positions. She had to keep from rolling her eyes but in all fairness it wasn’t his fault. These things of human creation and beauty were more or less household sex slaves. Put all the family dinner adverts out as you wanted, everyone knew what they were really meant to be. And with the price tag that came with it, meant that it was for the super elite only. Common household units were only an eighth of what the humanoid androids were.

Being asked about herself in such a distant manor almost offended Nova until she really thought about it. Was her sense of style, hair clothes and everything else just an outcome of what was available or did she really chose to be who she was? She loved her hair so if given a choice she would leave that as it is. “I like my hair.” She offered before growing silent again thinking about the other aspects of his questions. In her hands was the datapad Tom had offered and Nova stared at in almost blankly. With untold funds at her fingertips what would she wish for?

Why was that such a hard question to answer?

“I know the clothes in the storage room for be more than adequate. I see no need to purchase more.” Mainly because she didn’t have any plans on staying long enough to even come close to repeating an outfit. “As far as my room goes, a bed soft and comfortably sized will do.” Distantly she thought of her childhood and the cat like animal she had lived with on the streets before picking up by Rix and joining the family. Maybe if she was settled she could look into getting one but for now there was nothing she could think of that she could want or need in such a short span of time.

“I would prefer to go shopping for groceries for dinner tonight.” The idea of being able to cook with real foods made her mouth water. It also sparked a need to see if she was as good of a cook as she thought or if people were just nice to her and the thought she put into trying to make their fabs taste better. “And maybe on the way you can elaborate on your LiveVid updates.” Because information was power and if there was anything to be gained by Tom’s knowledge she hoped there would come a time where she could put it to good use.

 

[LordUsagi]

"Oh...so you...so you want to go outside," he looked at her with obvious trepidation. "It's just that I...I don't leave the house much." He tried to force a smile to look less nervous, "not since my wife died at least, I have just become a bit..." The thoughts racing through his head cut him off.

He could leave her to go on her own, having no fear that she would return. A nicely prepared meal would be a change. Most of the food he ate these days was QwikPrep or delivered and actually having someone cook a proper meal for him would be a treat.

He could of course go with her, he liked her, she was nice and seemed to take an interest in his work. Despite the fact that he knew she was a synthetic human, he enjoyed her company and found her strongly appealing. Maybe that was the point of these SexBots, they were meant to make you forget that they were not real. He recalled the touch of her skin, it felt real, she seemed to have thoughts and was not just blindly obeying. She was the most female companionship he had had since his wife died.

"Oh okay we can go shopping for food but I also insist we buy you something nice too, something to make you feel like this house is yours as well. Maybe a nice plant or something for your room when it is done."

He stood and smiled at her, "so Nova would you like to do on a date with me? We will go do some shopping, later you can make me a home cooked meal and then we will sit down to a nice dinner, all dressed up for, and lastly we will watch a vid and I will show you the modifications I made."

Taking a datapad he brushed his figures across the keys and handed it to her, "there I have setup an account for you, one hundred thousand credits. You are not considered a legal person, so it is a pseudo account in my name, but you will control it once you create a password."

He offered her his hand, "so are you ready to pretend to be my girlfriend?"

He smiled reassuringly, "do not worry, despite what you are supposedly programmed to be, I will not expect sex from you." His thoughtful look cut off any interruptions, "I know enough about artificial intelligence to know that after even directed programming can not fully change a personality matrix. I may be able to order you to behave a certain way, and you would obey, but you might not necessarily want to."

He thoughtful look became a grin, "however I do ask, and it will be your choice in the end, to perhaps dress nice for dinner tonight. I might not plan to use all your functions, but it would be nice to have some, as the old saying goes, 'eye candy' around, and you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on."

 

[Sexual_Muse]

Nova tilted her head to the side trying to hide a smile as Tom stuttered some kind of nervous excuse to get him free from going outside. The process took but a moment before be seemed to give in to the idea of going with her. As Tom laid out a plan for the day Nova wondered if it wouldn’t have been better if he had just stayed. Draining the credits from “her” account and bouncing them from server to server looping and splicing globally for a safe amount of time before retrieving them.

A plant… Nova thought back to the cat but a simple, perhaps ugly plant would be best. Something easy to leave behind. “I believe a plant would be a spectacular idea.” Nova agreed with a slight smile.

“A date?” She had never been on a date before, cased people for setup that posed as dates but never a real one. Not that this was a real one per say but it was the closest she come to one. And as far as dates went she didn’t know if this could be classed as an occasion worth dressing up for but she thought she had seen a few dresses in the closet worth wearing. “A home cooked meal, a night of videos and a show and tell of your modifications.” Nova smiled but offered up a compromise instead. “Your company as I cook would be welcoming and a great opening for conversation about your modifications.”

Tom offered his hand and with only the slightest bit of hesitation Nova took it. She had played worst parts in her life, being someone’s girlfriend sounded harmless. “Let’s say that as long that I am here I won’t pretend and I’m be your companion.” It wasn’t a promise to be his girlfriend but it was the only thing she could promise him in that moment.

It might have offended Nova to be called eye candy but again, it was something she was used to and after all she was but a Bot in his eyes not a real person. “Thank you.” Because no matter the way she heard it, Tom meant it as a compliment.

“Shall we go?” Nova smiled heading for the door leaving little room for thoughts of staying home. Although she knew of one market in the area Nova didn’t know how Tom would like to travel or if that was the market he would like to go to so she left it up to him to lead the way as she lingered by the front door.

 

[LordUsagi]

It took Tom a few seconds to decide to follow, his initial enthusiasm having been curbed by the thought of leaving the house for the first time in years. Well not fully for the first time, he had left the safety of his home on a rare occasion, but that had always been to go to nearby places, a few minutes walking distance away. Now to do a proper shopping experience he would have to take some for of proper transport.

"Wait a second," he said standing, "I just need to get something quick."

He left her standing by the door for almost a minute while he went into his study. When he returned he had a big grin on his face.

"Nothing but the best for my lady friend," he said dangling a set of keys from his hand. "I have a sports car that hasn't been driven in years."

In fact it was only true to some extent. The car looked like a classic Porsche 911 but it certainly didn't drive like one. Most forms of vehicular transport had speed governors but still a loophole that the rich exploited made their cars a little faster. They also ran on an eco friendly fuel system but still looked authentic to the casual eye. It was a gift he had bought his wife, before she was rich and famous, as she had always dreamed of owning one when she was living in the poor sector.

"You are probably going to be the only bot ever that has an owner try to seduce them with a fancy car." He grinned knowing enough from his wife's period piece vids that that was true in the past. A sports car was at times considered a status symbol, and an older man driving one could also be considered that he was trying to make an impression.

"Not that it have the same affect on you, but you have no idea how much interest driving this car would garner. It did not matter if it was my wife or me or even the both of us. This car would get some interest."

He pointed to a table near the main door, "in future I will leave the keys there, should you ever want to go for a drive." He didn't know if she was programmed with such abilities but the offer was there.

"Just don't pick up any handsome men when you are driving," he said with a smile, assuming that her programming wouldn't allow her to accept any such interest.


He knew the reality of the streets around his home. This may be the rich area, and not easily accessible by those who did not live here, but it was possible. It was not uncommon for men and women to use their looks to rise up from their humble beginnings. In a way his wife had done so, using her looks and talent to become the beloved household name she was. For that reason, as well as that he appreciated others using their talents to reach for their dreams, Tom did not begrudge those people anything.

His initial reluctance to leave the safety of his home was quickly overcome with the enthusiasm of being out in the fresh air behind the wheel of a fancy car, and with a pretty lady on his arm. So when they reached the car in its secured underground parking Tom was already pretty enthusiastic about their 'shopping date'.

"This car is perfect for you, it is beautiful and has all of the right curves." He grinned slightly embarrassed at his attempt to charm her. "I mean those clothes you wear fit you perfectly, well better than that." His eyes couldn't help than be drawn to the stretched material across her breasts. "As much as I appreciate the fit I do think we will need to get you some essential clothes at least. I mean swimwear unless you plan to swim naked and sleepwear as well. I doubt any of my wife's delicates would fit you and a lot of them were purposely bought to be .... Umm... Sexy."

*************

He took the scenic route to their destination, savoring the drive and the time spent with her. He purposely went out of his way to treat her as a real person and make her feel comfortable. However he did not always succeed and his eyes wandered on occasion to her stretched out legs and breasts pressing against her top.

True to his prediction, they did get a lot of interest from people on the street. Anytime the car stopped there would be comments and a few people, usually women would strike up a conversation. Tom was never impolite to the men, either answering their questions about the car or dismissing their other approaches politely. When it was a woman he would usually beam slightly and be ultra charming, but also dismissive of any suggestions that having two ladies on his arm would be so much better.

When they arrived at their destination he turned to her, "we should find everything we need here. It is quite an exclusive location and does have a fresh outdoor market." He looked thoughtful for a bit, "I used to come here a lot, in fact," he pointed to a mountain, "I used to own a home right up there."

He leaned closer as if to tell her a secret, "I know my house looks quite fancy, and it is, but actually my wealth is a lot greater than you have seen." He realized his hand had strayed to her thigh, and was about to withdraw it before changing his mind. "I could easily afford to buy my own companion bot," he leaned close to her ear, "but am happy I met you rather."

He gave her thigh a brief gentle squeeze before pulling away and getting out of the car. Moving swiftly around he opened her door and offered her his hand.

"Maybe treating you like a lady will not mean others do not notice what you are, though the variation in look does make it hard to pinpoint that you are...not my girlfriend."

**************

"The builder bots will come tomorrow and shouldn't take them long to add on an additional room for your use. It will be on the side of the house and near the pool, with a door leading to the pool as well as one into the main house."

He looked at her, "all you need to decide is on your interior decorations. Tables, type of bed, bedding, a plant, a pet, whatever you want that will make you feel at home. And now is where we go our separate ways for a bit," he pointed towards a boutique. "You will find anything you want to wear in there, just have them out it on my account. I will be right in that store, organizing you a proper Vid Unit. It's all very well I tell you about my innovations, but you need to experience them."

 

[Sexual_Muse]

Nova watched Tom dart off with genuine curiosity. He was a spiral of emotions and facial expressions that it was kind of funny just to stand there and watch, she didn’t know what he was going to do next. Like a puppy in more ways than one.

Keys?

She raised a single eyebrow in silent question before following Tom to the garage. “Hmm…” Nova circled the 911 with a critical eye. Before she had been fully accepted into the family she had been teamed with the garage crew lifting, parting and boosting cars of everything sort and make. “I’ve always preferred the 993 Turbo Cabriolet, open topped with air cooled turbos.” Nova mused losing the grip on her act and reaction as herself. “Then again the 964 Turbo S ‘Leichtbau’ is hard to beat, being so light it has the greatest pick up as anything else they ever made.” But for a remade classic Tom’s had style and modern flair without losing any of its classic lines and curves.

The only Bot? Shit- Nova withdrew from the car and donned a cool look of calm but distant interest. “I’m sure you are the only one out to court a Bot in any manner.” She clarified keeping her tongue in cheek over the smart assed comment about how picking up men would ruin the fun of making them chase her.

Nova chucked at the use of Tom’s words about having all the right curves, hadn’t it the same crossed her mind yet in a different way? “I shall pick up some delicates,” She teased using the same word Tom had used to describe such womanly wear. “If only to save you from blushing.” Nova smiled pushing her chest out just so as she slid into the car. She was being a tease but it was kind of fun knowing that Tom saw her the way he did and was so open about it.

For most of the ride Nova just leaned back and stared out the window listening to the steady shifting and deep hum of the powerful car. A shame they governed them so, a little tweaking and Nova could fix that. In fact… Nova smiled a mischievous grin before returning to just watching and listening.

The mood changed as they neared the city center and stops became more frequent. Woman all but threw themselves at Tom and his car, a sigh of wealth and power but as polite as he was about turning them away it rubbed Nova wrong and she found herself scowling at approaching women. The men were little better calling out promises that they felt sure they could fulfill where Tom left her wanting. She scowled at them as well not sharing the same tactful rejection that Tom had.

The outdoor market was impressive and neatly laid out with more than a simple person could want. The sad note in Tom’s voice turned her attention to him and when he pointed to a far off mountain she followed it with her eyes but returned them quickly to him. He pressed upon her the vast unknown depths of his wealth and while it was easy to see from the outside it was hard to believe that it was as boundless as he claimed. But her mind was quick and if he had as large of a part in the development in LiveVids then the share if nothing else, royalty checks would be dauntless in the least.

Tom’s hand was warm on her thigh, a sudden thought revealed that she was without anger of any sort at the personal touch. “I’m finding that I’m glad to have chanced upon you as well.” And she really meant that. Where most men would have tested their luck and moved up higher, Tom just gave her a light squeeze before moving to open her door for her. He really was a charmer and Nova was growing fond of him quicker then she would have ever expected.

As they made their way towards the market Tom mentioned his plans to add on to his home for her, so that she could have a space of her own. Adding that she needed to pick out things that would make her happy and comfortable. Not having the heart to tell him otherwise Nova just nodded and smiled watching as he entered a store leaving her to shop on her own.

Nova made quick work of the outside market and their fresh fruit and vegetables. Everything was vibrantly colored and at the peak of their flavor maturity. But what got her was the expanse of fresh seafood and meats and Nova could have felt bad about over spending if it had even come close to putting a ding on the account that Tom had set up for her. Next was spices and teas. Nova loved teas but they were a luxury she had only tasted of a handful a times and again she got carried away ordering one of almost everything she touched and smelled. The only time Nova worried was looked at all her packages as the workers rushed to gather everything she had pointed, listed, asked and wanted. She was about to mention her distress about fitting it in the car when the young man offered to deliver it to the account holders house. All Nova did was nod and it was all taken care of.

“This I could get used to.” She smiled venturing to a new part of the market and into a clothing store.

Nova was quick about trying things one and when she found what she like she made sure to order it in a vast array of colors. She was finding that she had an attraction to silks and satins and just as she was about to leave the store spied items more… “Sexy.” Nova purred heading back into the store to add a few more things to her order.

The third store was as quick a visit as the others and the older woman was ticked that she wasn’t able to bully Nova into a more pricy outlet. “An omega 112 omitool will be fine.” Nova repeated. “And a wrist cuff digiboard, that one.” She pointed to a metallic matte black wrist cuff thicker in width then her steel copy coder on her other wrist. The woman once again tried to push her towards a new model and a cuff with flashy diamonds. The cold look of annoyance silenced the woman into grudgingly ringing her up. Both items Nova carried out with her quickly hooking up and reprograming the omitool and digi to her needs.

A look around the market showed no evidence of Tom so Nova moved quickly to the Porsche. She popped the hood and plugged in the omitool firing up the car, smiling as it purred to life. Specs flashed quickly on the cuff and Nova brought up the digiboard, its soft blue keys glowing against the sunny day. Typing quickly Nova smiled easily scaling the walls and protectors in place to govern the car. The car revved higher on command from a few keystrokes before idling down into a throaty rumble. Nova tested the response again and giggled unplugging the omitool and shutting the car down. Distantly she wondered how Tom would feel about the overhaul on his treasured 911, more power was a good thing, right?

With her parts of the shopping trip over and done with Nova just waited, leaned against the car as she used the omitool to open the stolen copied filed. Encryption data shielded her from the information she wanted and Nova tested the security of the files with a gentle probe, not surprised at the quick buzz of rejection. That was going to take more time then she had at the moment and with careful steps she backed out of the program and shut the omitool off.

**************

“What would you like for dinner tonight?” Nova asked as she and Tom entered his apartment building pausing as they queued up the elevator. “Do you have any food aversions or allergies that I should know about?” She was genuinely excited about cook for Tom, if only a little nervous about wither or not he would like it. “As far as the builderBots you don’t need to make anything extravagant. I don’t need much.” She informed him with a kind smile. Nova had yet to mention to him that she hadn’t ordered anything for this room he was building for her. “That you would go-“ An elevator door opened on the other side of the lobby and voices drew Nova’s attention.

Stepping towards Tom she smiled up at him and pulled him towards her stepping back so his body pressed against hers, trapping Nova between the wall and him. “What I’m saying,” She whispered reaching up to play with the short hairs on the back of his neck. Nova pulled him close still to her and lifted her head to meet his, her lips soft against his as she kissed him.

The voices chattered on and passed without notice of the couple. “Is thank you.” Nova whispered releasing Tom with a shy smile.

 

[LordUsagi]

When he returned and found her waiting leaning up against the car, Tom had to stop a moment to catch his breath. She was a site to behold and her confident look told him her shopping excursion had gone well. He had been worried that people would recognize her for what she was and treat her with indifference, but it looked like his hopes had been correct. She had not dressed as a bot had been free to roam and with an account at her disposal he suspected she may have been treated as any woman of means.

"Hmm I am not sure which is more beautiful, the machine or the woman leaning against it." He ran his hand along the metallic contour of the car, " but only one will let me feel her curves." He couldn't help blushing at his poor attempt to be charming before helping her into the car with the same politeness he had before. This time openly admiring the way her breasts pushed out as she settled into the passenger seat.

Tom had not pushed the car at first on there drive back, but he had definitely felt a difference in its responses. He turned his head and gave her an appraising look, "seems they paired me with a technically superior partner," he smiled, "seems you have more useful talents than knowing the entire Kama Sutra."

The rest of the drive back took a long detour where he got to push the car a little harder although he did not overdo it. This drive through the countryside brought a smile to Tom's lips and he grinned as his confidence increased. She had not objected to his taking her hand or his unconscious touching of her leg so his gently placed his hand on her mid thigh between two gear shifts.

"We should do this more often," he turned his head to smile at her, "summer is approaching so you could wear something shorter."

He let his hand linger a few more seconds before returning his attention to the wheel and the drive back home.

******

Her sudden movement had caught him off guard, but he offered little resistance as his body trapped her against the wall. As she pulled him closer he became distinctly aware of her breasts and that caused his manhood to stir. The contact was so brief and sudden but he was sure she would have felt him hardening.

"...you are welcome," he said staring down at her, "very welcome." His eyes got a nice view of her cleavage and his manhood stiffened even more.

If not anything else this trip had told her he appreciated her technical skills, was a legs and breasts man and had a fairly significant sized member.

Turning he drew her close to his side, his arm around her with his hand resting on her hip.

"I have no allergies, though maybe it should be healthy fair, I need to keep my body in shape for my new girlfriend," he grinned down at her as they walked back to the flat. "Anything you decide to cook will be much appreciated, it is the company that I am looking forward to as much as the dinner. But from what you have shown already I am sure the food will be every bit as...tasty...as the company."

When they reached his apartment there was a young man, the same one from the food market, waiting with a stack of packages and containers.

"I have both your deliveries, the other guy left saying who would steal in this part of town." The disappointed look on his face showed he had been hoping that Nova would be alone, but still his eyes gave her an appraising look.

"Well thank you for your professionalism," Tom said releasing Nova, "if you can carry the stuff inside I am sure Nova will appreciate it. She is in charge of this household and she will tell you what to do."

He looked the young man over, it was obvious he took care and prided himself in his appearance. He looked about Nova's age, looked as if he worked out and was handsome enough for Tom to realize that any woman would be appreciative of his attention.

"It might be a bit of extra work for you but you will do whatever she asks," he smiled at Nova, letting her know he realized it was a pretty openended command. "I don't want her struggling to carry boxes or shelve the goods."

He knew this would not be the case, Nova was a bot and she would thus not endure muscle strain or fatigue, but he wanted to maintain the illusion that she was a normal young woman who had snagged herself a rich older man.

He pulled out his digicred and gestured toward the delivery man who drew his own one. A brief touch of the two metallic cards and Tom transferred a generous tip into the mans account.

"Thank you sir," the man stammered as he saw the amount well in excess of his monthly salary and quickly began to carry the goods into the house when the door opened.

He had decided to push up the schedule to have the extra room built when first arriving at the market, so he knew the bots would have already begun their work. He wanted to get Nova settled and comfortable as soon as possible. So he put his keys down and left the other two to look at what the new room looked like. It was looking good, with probably only another day's work required so he gave the bots the order to shut down for the day. After inspecting the work thoroughly he took a seat on a deck chair and took time reflect on the day so far, giving the delivery guy time to complete his tasks and to flirt with Nova.

*********

"Hi I am Jason," the young man said after he put the first box down in the kitchen, "and you are Nova."

He smiled at her wondering if she was a flirty one. They usually were, being Little more than trophy wives for their rich older men. He had played this game before, though never with the rich guy in the same house. It usually revolved around him flirting, showing off his well toned body and then helping the lady decide which dress she looked best in. They would end up up having sex and after money was exchanged he would leave sometimes with a request for further help at another time. He had noticed the packages from the boutique and hoped that would be the case, but he wondered how flirty she would be with her husband in the next room. Hell maybe they were just kinky.

"You seem to have a very open relationship with your husband," he said with a sly grin as he began to put the food away.

 

[Sexual_Muse]

“That would be a hard one to call.” Nova smiled at Tom’s words and fumbled compliment. “But I’d give it to the car.” She winked. “She’s fast and easy, two things I can’t claim myself.” Yet she watched the gentle way he ran his hand over the curves of the car and wondered if he was that soft in all matters. She noticed his eyes and only smiled. If Nova pushed him, tempted him and teased him just how far could she go before he cracked? Oh, to say that she was tempted was an understatement.

The thought kept her silent for the ride back to Tom’s house, at least until he mentioned in passing her adjustments to his car. “Keeping a beast like her caged seemed unfair.” Nova shrugged keeping her skill and know how mysterious. In the end the less he really knew about her the better.

Tom’s hand had found her thigh again but it didn’t bother her. If anything there was a slight bit of comfort in his touch, be it his need for her or just the warmth and weight of his hand. “Go for drives?” She turned back to Tom, she had been day dreaming watching the countryside go by dreaming of a life that was not her own. Peace and happiness, warmth and safety. A dream she had often, a want, a need she could never fulfill. “Or spend all your money?” Nova teased with a sassy smile.

******

Well that was quick… Nova thought to herself, feeling what she was sure was him hardening. It wasn’t only half a second but thinking back to his breaking point Nova couldn’t help the roll of her hips that rubbed her against that unquestionable man length she had quickened. But the moment had passed and Tom turned away and hooked her arm around her hip.

“Hmm… so an open menu…” Her mind jumped to the greens she had bought. A mixed spring salad to start off with. Main course would be lamb with some kind of wine sauce and grilled vegetables. And for dessert homemade mint julep sorbet, a clean and refreshing end to the dinner. The last thing Nova wanted was it to sit heavy in their stomach overnight. “Then I’ll surprise you.” She grinned happy with the quick set menu for the night, only a slight bit nervous about its outcome.

******

The casual way Tom just gave her control over his household would have startled Nova if this had been the first or even second he had done something like that. “Clothing can go there. I’ll unpack them myself at my pleasure.” She directed pointing to the closet she had ventured into earlier in the day. “The food can follow me.” Nova continued gliding to the kitchen. She could feel the delivery man’s eyes on her, they aggravated her but she keep her face pleasant and civil. “If you could leave out the lamb, rosemary, garlic, bacon and…” Nova had noticed the wine rack from her tour and surveyed what was on hand. “Perfect.” She purred picking a bold and smoky port with a hint of spice and orange. That rounded off everything for the lamb and she moved on to dessert helping herself to what bags the delivery man had brought in. “Mint, the bourbon from over there as well as that bottle of crème de menthe and the sugar from that top shelf.” It helped that a majority of the cabinets had glass fronts.

It was quite the task list Nova had given the man and as she waited for him to do was she directed she pulled a sauce pan and started the sorbet, mixing the sugar that had been brought down, water and the mint leaves she had found hidden among the leafy greens. The strainer was a little harder to find then the sauce pan but after a few tries Nova found what she was looking for and continued on with the next step. She wanted to get the sorbet into the freezer as soon as she could and made quick time of adding the bourbon and crème de menthe to her syrup mix.

Nova was licking her fingertips clean when the delivery man, who introduced himself as Jason spoke up. The informative way he said her name set the alarms off in her head and she recalled his mention about things stolen in this part of town. It hadn’t bothered her before but with the way he said her name like he knew her had Nova staring for a time or two at him. He didn’t look like anyone she should know or ever met but that didn’t mean he wasn’t some new lackey from after her time.

“What makes you say that?” Nova mused, putting on the airs of a witless housewife. She played the part of giving him a long head to toe look over, biting her lip and purring as she gathered the leafy greens to mix a salad. It was a task that took little time and she had it tossed in a bowl and thrown in the fridge before Jason had yet to find the lamb. She was looking for the asparagus but was coming up empty handed and figured she would let Jason get it. Without shame Nova watched Jason move about the kitchen, he didn’t move right but was that just an act? Getting deeper into the flirty sexually frustrated housewife role, Nova hopped up on the island counter. Sliding her ass back till the back of her legs hit the edge she leaned forward and spread her legs so that she could brace herself with both her hand between her thighs, knowing that her arms would frame and push her chest out and pucker the already straining fabric of her shirt.

She needed to see him falter, to make a mistake and give some sign to who he was because she was on guard now and if Tom’s house was compromised she needed to get out of here and fast. “So how did you know my name anyways?” Nova sang eyes battling sweet nothings in Jason’s direction giving the impression that she was checking him out.

 

[LordUsagi]

Jason continued to unpack the food and pass her the items she asked for, though his efficiency was not up to scratch as he continued to be unsure of what she required and distracted by the woman in the kitchen with him.It was not what he was expecting when she had nodded that he should deliver the goods. He suspected it was a silent affirmation that she was looking for a good screw, and for someone as hot as her he was willing to oblige. He expected to deliver her groceries, fuck her brains out and be gone long before the house owner arrived. He had not expected to be her assistant in the kitchen. Maybe they were some kinky couple, maybe they liked to have dinner with her lover, maybe the old guy in the other room liked to watch as she screwed other men, hell maybe they planned a threesome. He had never expected that, but as long as there was minimal touching with him and the old guy, he was okay with it. Something new and it could mean further visits and good paydays. This was a good area, just as he suggested he could have left the goods unattended by the door and they would still be there when the house owner arrived. He would have left the goods unattended if he had not expected to be banging her already.

"Well," he placed the final ingredients down on the counter and slowly approached her. If she wanted to present the goods that were on offer he could do the same, he jeans and thin t-shirt were tight and showed his well toned body. Few women could resist him, especially if their other choice was a guy almost twice his age. "If your....husband....had not mentioned your name, I would have known it anyway."

He smiled as he approached her. "We are both skilled at what we do, using our looks to get us off the street and I am sure just like you before you bagged yourself this rich guy, I paid attention. I meet a lot of desperate women at the market and I make sure I know their names before I get to know them. I listen to their conversations, check the name on the account or the delivery details. You are not the first girl to have a pseudo account in their name, well if Nova is actually your name, I suspect it is something he found sexy and calls you."

His look told her he thought it was a name that suited her. "You account may be in the name of Tom Redoman, but it does have a sub-tag of Nova to legitimize you."

He grinned at her, "you must really have him under your spell that he trusts you so much, usually we have to confirm with the account holder before authorizing a sale. But yours is fully under your control, as long as you don't go over the balance all transactions will be honored. The only thing he has control of is putting more money in the account or closing it."

He was now standing in front of her, looking down and admiring the pressed together cleavage. "I have been in this position often, with beautiful women who are the trophy wives of rich men, or sometimes it is the woman who has the wealth and is looking for a younger lover."

He placed his hands on the counter so they briefly brushed her legs, "I have been invited back to many a home, but I must say this is the first time I have the rich guy in the next room. So what is the deal here?"

His look was now that of a predator that had cornered its prey.

"Does he give you free reign over your entertainment as well? I mean he did say I must obey your wishes, and he did give me a rather substantial tip." He looked into her eyes, "but to be honest I would do anything you asked for free."

Jason thought that if this was some elaborate sex game, he should play along. If she was to be the dominant in this scenario he should let her know he was prepared to play his part.

 

[Sexual_Muse]

Nova openly watched the way Jason moved. He moved like a man confident in his appearance, and to a certain degree he had some rights to be proud but the arrogant way that he assumed things got under her skin. He dragged about his skill of discovery and prance about like a thing to be worshipped. If this was just a front Nova would have been happier but that he seemed to carry himself that way in real life believing himself to all that he thought. Pity would have been cruel yet it was the only thing she could feel for him. Sure she had marked a target a time or more this exact way but never did she believe herself to be the character that she acted.

But again she couldn’t fully fault him is ego either. There were few to slim way to make a real living in this world, getting by with any and all means at your disposal was the way of life and survival. And in similar ways didn’t she make it as far as she had because of her looks? More had been in part to her skill and talents but hadn’t she been given those chances because she was easy on the eyes.

She wanted to sigh, to roll her eyes and dismiss Jason all together but if nothing else in her life, she had learned to be obsessive in her caution. So she listened and watched and for a little bit longer played the part he assumed her to be.

“The spell is his.” Nova said in complete honestly. Because the more time she spent in the company of Jason the sooner she wanted to be rid of him and just converse with Tom. Tom didn’t press anything but his hospitality and goodwill on her, whereas Jason expected a more physical payout. He was to be sorely disappointed. “Tom is quite the oddity.” She mused with a small smile on her lips. “Surprising in ways I’ve never known to be honest or known at all.” But that was more then she wanted to say about that and bushed off the topic and moved on to the next.

Nova chuckled and as close as Jason was, the way his hand brushed against her leg and his eyes hungry on her exposed skin she pushed him back and slid from the counter top. “I doubt you’ve been in this position before.” Of that she was sure because for half a second she had thought of ways to kill him and dispose of his body. Not a thought a sexually frustrated wife needing a lovers touch had. At least she hoped not but who was she to say, how many healthy relationships had she ever been in her life? None? Ouch, yeah that answer hurt.

“The deal?” Nova asked grabbing the asparagus and a knife. “Wasn’t the deal to deliver my packages?” She blinked blankly looking back over her should at Jason as her hands sorted and chopped the ends of the asparagus without even looking. “Was there another deal we had arranged? One that was agreed upon in some secret message?” Now she was simply teasing him as she swept the asparagus off to the side. She looked at what was laid out and grabbed zucchini and yellow squash. With years of knife work at hand Nova could cut the vegetables one handed with her eyes closed and she wanted Jason to know it. Nova made a show of cutting the zucchini, again without looking, flipping the knife in the air in between perfectly cut and shaped pieces. “What deal were you hoping to make?” She snickered wondering just how long it would take him to realize that she wasn’t your typical housewife looking for a good bang.

“As for my free time…” Nova sighed sweeping the recently finished squash into the same bowl as the zucchini and asparagus. “It’s mine to do with as I please. But-“ With a wicked glimmer in her eye Nova advanced on Jason knife dancing between her fingers. “I doubt you have tastes similar to my own.” She purred. The last sliver of doubt about who and what Jason was evaporated as his look changed from hunter to, well simply just a man. Fear had been beaten out of all of them, no matter who you were at a young age, what she was seeing in front of her was nothing to fear. He was safe and Nova stopped with the knife play and backed up give Jason space as she picked up the cutting board and put both it and the knife in the sink.

“Thank you for all your help.” It was a dismissive statement as Nova talked out of the kitchen fully expecting Jason to follow her to the front door and leave. She wanted to get to cooking and talking with Tom about his modification to the LiveVid units.

 

[LordUsagi]

Jason was a little nervous when she began chopping the food, at first for her own disregard for her safety. Then for his own when he began to wonder if he was more a victim than a tool in the rich folks play. By the time she thanked him for his help he realized that she wasn't threatening him, just that she wanted to play the rich guy herself. Although it was disappointing to not screw her, he had already been handsomely compensated for his time, so he followed her to the door.

*************

Tom had quietly been contemplating his decisions when the security system notified him that someone had left the apartment. He breathed a sigh of relief when that the handsome young man was now no longer around. He realized by giving Nova the freedom to make her own decisions she might take the opportunity to express herself. He wasn't sure what the parameters of her programming were, was she tuned to recognize what would generally be considered beauty, or would she find everyone appealing. Had her manufacturers not suspected that her owner would expose her to the world. Was she programmed to only find him appealing, just as he assumed she she had been specifically tailored to his stimuli.

So it had only taken him a few moments alone to realize that there was a chance he had given her free reign to explore her sexuality, and as a being primarily programmed to be an instrument of sexuality there was very good reason to expect she would do just that. He could have told Jason to leave, he could have acted like a jealous partner, which was exactly what he was feeling. But then the whole reason was for her to make her own decisions, because to him she was a real person, making decisions based on external data that she processed just as the human brain processed.

So it was not long after Nova had shown Jason out, that Tom had returned to the main area of the house to converse with her.

"Although I would have totally accepted your decision," he smiled at Nova, "I am glad you didn't take up my free offer to indulge your desires. I want you all for myself you see." His smile turned to a little grin, "I don't want to share your conversation, time or .... Cooking skills with anyone else."

It was true, even though it wouldn't take a lot of perception to realize he also wanted to indulge his visual fantasy of her, he also enjoyed conversing with her. He was quite capable of talking and admiring her at the same time, and was also intelligent enough to not be dumbfounded by her beauty when the conversation got interesting.

"Though I wouldn't of blamed you," he patted his stomach (which was by no means flabby, but not quite flat enough to show any form of muscle definition), "I am a little past my prime and he was a very good looking young man. Though my wife did compliment me on occasion on my bedroom skills." He wasn't sure why he felt it necessary to put that out there, but he wanted her to know there was more to him than just a rich scientist.

"Now as eager as I am to see what is in the kitchen, more so than to see what is in those packets now in the closet, I would like that to be a surprise to be unveiled at dinner..." He blushed realizing what he had implied, "the food that is, I don't expect you to unveil anything...anything else...."

"Dammit Nova," he shook his head with a smile, "I used to be quite confident when it came to women, and now with you I can't seem to get my head straight. Not that I am complaining, who would complain about a beautiful woman living with them. It is just that you seem to have invigorated me, I now look forward to a long drive again, I am anticipating a proper meal for the first time in months and I have someone who I can share a proper conversation with."

"There is of course the negatives," he looked at her, "the embarrassment you no doubt felt earlier in the lift." He suspected she had felt his erection when she kissed him. "I am sure you expect to illicit that type of response, you were no doubt designed for it, but still I feel embarrassed that with someone as interesting as you, my first reaction was to focus on the physical. It was a scientific though, with the touch of your lips I wondered if all of your body would feel as real."

Realizing he was getting a bit deep in his thoughts and maybe a little to embarrassed he tried to change tack and inject a little humor.

"Of course I am also used to the freedom of my own home, walking around barely dressed and late night naked swims, which I can no longer do as that would cause you the same embarrassment as I felt earlier."