3 comments/ 68290 views/ 17 favorites Deanna's Surprise Pt. 01 By: Gorgo Deanna's Surprise Pt. 01 Even better -- though I was seriously NOT used to this -- she was willing to let me undress her. With that, I was able to feel her perfect C-cup breasts, well-honed hips and legs -- heck, she even let me run a finger between the folds of her womanhood. Taking a lick of her fluids, I could only sigh. No different in texture or taste than a real woman's. Damn, I mused to myself as I took out a five dollar bill -- it was her tip money; private dances cost ten dollars at the Retreat -- folding it to place between my lips, 'bot builders were getting better by the day in making their lovely products. She turned me on as much as any woman -- or man -- that I can recall. Reika smiled as she noticed where her tip was poised, then leaned in. A kiss is far more intimate than just a touch, and I felt Reika wanted a more intimate connection. My heartbeat -- and other parts of my body -- were now telling me that I wanted it, too. Our lips brushed lightly as her teeth took the bill from my lips, then after pulling it out of her mouth, she leaned in to give me one very tongue-filled kiss. Automatically, I reached down to cradle her butt cheeks with my hand, lifting her into my lap. Her eyes widened for a second, then she smiled as she wrapped her arms around me. Our kiss lasted until the start of the next song, then she pulled away. "I've got to go back to work," she gave me an apologetic smile. "Go earn some money," I gave her money to pay for the dance. She took the ten, pecked me on the cheek in thanks, then moved to dress. "Will you stay for the rest of my shows?" "You bet," I nodded, moving to leave the private room. No doubt, someone else'd want it for a private dance sometime soon... Deanna's Surprise Pt. 01 In public, we were to function as Cranston's personal assistants and lovers. To perform that function to his satisfaction, Irene and I had to remain "female," no different than a true fembot. But Cranston believed that it was simply not right or proper that our "male" sides were not allowed to develop alongside our "female" sides. Of course, I strongly believe now that he didn't come to realize that if he didn't want to deal with our "male" sides at all, all he had to do was command us to remain constantly in a "female" mode. Then again, as I mentioned above, it wasn't Cranston's way to waste potential good resources just because he didn't have use for them at that particular moment. To leave our "male" sides undeveloped while we were expanding our "female" sides was not to be permitted in his eyes. Being used to commanding humans so much, Cranston was all to willing to extend that expertise to robots. He was an exceptionally rare owner for any 'bot to have. As rare as, I suspect, the circumstance of Irene and I having each other to play -- or experiment -- with. With that situation, Irene and I matured as we both sought out new ways to fulfil Cranston's command. Still, despite the advantages that fateful command, plus the extra programming modules, gave Irene and I, our progression into self-awareness was still too slow to satisfy a man like Cranston Aldred. Given the advantages his wealth gave him, it didn't take him long to seek out some personalized professional help for us. That came in the form of Professor Rhys Galliard, his wife Joelle and their "daughter," Cecilia. Cecilia is also a bi-'bot; in fact, she was one of the first bi-'bots ever constructed. She had been purchased by Rhys and Joelle to act as the centrepiece of a personal experiment concerning robot self-awareness. By the time Irene and I met her, Cecilia had already advanced the state of her programming to the point where she could easily blend into any social situation without risking discovery by most normal humans. Seeing how well Rhys and Joelle had evolved Cecilia's programming, Cranston demanded they do the same thing with Irene and I. Within a year or so of meeting the Galliards, Irene and I had evolved ourselves into becoming -- depending on our specific emotional mode of operation at the time -- true sisters who also could perform as a "heterosexual" couple, not to mention willing to dab into the common forms of homosexual relationships. Thanks to Rhys' and Joelle's top-rate programming skills, not to mention Cecilia's consistent and constant physical and emotional support, Irene and I came to discover a vast number of ways by which we could expand our understanding of ourselves and each other. With Cranston's command forcing us along, we explored each and every one many times over, developing a personal sense of trust and intimacy I suspect few, humans or robots, could every truly comprehend. Something that was unique. Truly ours and ours alone. I suspect that Irene and I are probably the only robots of our type who evolved self-will virtually at the same time. Some would ask this: did Cranston's command lead to some sort of malfunction within Irene or myself? I don't believe so. Neither does Irene. The Galliards didn't believe it to be thus, either. Our relationship has not hurt us or inhibited us in the years since it began. Besides, Cranston did command us to turn to each other as we sought to fulfil the other elements of his command. And yes, it did not take either os us long to develop new ways to explore our growing self-awareness. And from that, our self-will was allowed to blossom. I can happily state that Cranston was satisfied when we developed that aspect of our personalities. Self-will was something Cranston considered too important to waste. He often said afterwards that he got better service from the two of us than any other 'bot and owner he knew. And he knew a lot of people. He was an amazing man. We both came to love him very much. Deanna's Surprise Pt. 02 Deanna's Surprise Pt. 02 "Ch'ounman'eyo," the master nodded in response. You're welcome. "Have a good night, everyone." With that, the class broke formation as everyone headed to the change rooms. I watched them as they filed out, stopping at the doorway to perform another kyoungnye in respect to the tojang itself. Nodding approvingly, I breathed out, adjusting my belt before walking over to join Master Lily and the other assistant teachers. "It was a good class tonight," I said, kneeling beside her. "Yes, the new students are coming along nicely," Lily replied, then glanced at the other woman in the room. "As is our new teacher." I stared at Pauline Kim. She'd arrived in Welland a month earlier. Currently, she was preparing to attend Brock University to obtain her degree in sociology. Her English has become very literate, which would spare her the need of taking an extra year to attend EFL -- English as a foreign language -- classes before pressing on with her studies. I hoped I contributed to that. In the two years prior to my return to Canada, I had been Pauline's tutor when I worked at a hagwon -- a private night school -- in her hometown of P'ohang. Unlike some of her peers, who looked on attending hagwon as a time to shoot the breeze, Pauline took her after-school classes with complete seriousness. "You honour me, Master Choi," Pauline inclined her head in gratitude, her English flecked with a charming accent that even told me, someone with nearly a half-decade's accumulated experience living in the Land of the Morning Calm, which part of the country she came from. I glanced briefly at the other assistant teachers to gauge their reaction to the new one. All three were men, roughly between Pauline and myself age-wise (she's twenty, I'm thirty-three). All are relations of Master Lily, so their loyalty will ultimately be to her. They had spent time in the Haebyoungdae -- the R.O.K.M.C., the Republic of Korea Marine Corps -- before coming to Canada to help run the tojang, so they understand their duty to the Morning Mist Training Hall. Still, even these days, it is seen in Korea as unusual to have women teaching the Art. Korea has changed much over the last century or so, but many of its citizens still stubbornly hang onto many timeworn Confucian mores and traditions. Traditions that typically view a woman's proper place as being in the home and caring for the children. Would the others eventually approve of having Pauline here, much less myself? It was hard for me to say, even now. Master Lily dismissed us for the day. It was a Tuesday night, which meant that I could look forward to sleeping in tomorrow morning; my first class on Wednesdays didn't start until late afternoon. That also meant I could spend a whole night over at the Retreat chatting it up with my friends and watching the strippers do their best to get the audience hot while joyfully separating them from their money. My lovers wouldn't be there this evening, though. Reika was working at the Grand Trunk Lodge -- Fort Erie's only showclub -- for the rest of this week before switching to the Station Hotel here in Welland for a week. Irene would be performing at the Atlas until Friday, then taking the weekend off before performing at a club in Saint Catharines for two weeks. I was very much tempted to forego visiting the Retreat so I could watch Irene strut her stuff at the Atlas; I never get tired of watching her, much less Reika, on stage. Somehow that is so very different from what we do together in our bedroom. The energy and sensuality of a completely different nature. But Russ had called earlier in the day and asked me to come down tonight. Why he wanted me, he didn't say. Only that something had come up and my help might be useful in dealing with it. Well, I'd find out soon enough. Slipping off my tobok, sports bra and panties, I walked over to the shower stall. I always wait for the students to shower, change and vacate the tojang before seeing to my own needs. Even if many people who take lessons at the tojang know I'm an intersexual -- that's a hard secret to keep once one person knows -- actually seeing me au naturel is a whole different thing. Of course, Master Lily is quite used to what I look like under my clothes. So is Pauline. Though these days, I sometimes have to wonder if Pauline hasn't become too used to seeing me as I truly am. I didn't have to move my eyes too much to note that Pauline had shifted herself in such a way that she could get as clear a view of me -- the shower, unfortunately, had no privacy curtains -- as she wanted without being too obvious about it. While it did bother me to an extent, I had to admit that I had become very flattered by her curiosity. It was certainly a lot better than what Marlenn Ioanis' reaction had been when she accidentally got the full monty from me fourteen years ago. Then again, is it really so strange? People born with a DNA gender chromosome karyotype of XX/XY -- a "mosaic" karyotype -- are very rare. Those exactly like me, with fully functional male and female reproductive organs, are rarer still. Until a hundred years ago or so, no one like me was known to exist. The closest anyone came were those who suffered from "pseudo-hermaphrodism." If you were a "male" pseudo-herm, you were born with a penis, but also had a divided scrotum and a vagina without uterus or ovaries. A "female" pseudo-herm came with the necessary gear to bear children, but her clitoris often was shaped like a stunted penis. And there were those who varied between the two. And yes, there were those who came with hardly any sexual organs whatsoever! As a matter of fact, for the longest time, scientists believed it was simply impossible for the higher orders of animals to produce a "true" hermaphrodite in the fully functional, mythological sense. Nature clearly has many more secrets to unveil. "Deanna-ya?" I blinked, noticing that Pauline was standing nude at the entrance to the shower, smiling. I gave her body a quick glance, hoping that wouldn't awaken my "male friend" too much, then turned to rinse myself. In this way, I'm like Reika and Irene, who often tell me how their sexual programs still force them to respond appropriately in the proper circumstances -- like our bedroom. "What is it, Pauline-a?" "Are you going down to your friend's nightclub tonight?" she asked in Korean. "It's a showclub, not a nightclub," I amended, switching languages to put in some practice in the tongue of the Land of the Morning Calm. "And yes, I'm going there. Why do you ask?" I wondered, allowing the shower head to spray my hair down. "May I come with you?" I paused, staring concernedly at her. "Why do you wish to go?" Pauline paused, an embarrassed shrug twitching one of her well-sculpted shoulders. She really is very attractive, in her cute Oriental way. Silence reigned over us for a moment before I gave her a knowing smile. No doubt, she was considerably embarrassed to admit that she wanted to visit the Retreat. I was pretty much the same when I visited my first showclub in Victoria many ages ago. A guide who knows the territory is much appreciated that first time. "Okay, you can come," I scolded her as I wiped the rest of the shampoo from my hair, then moved to step out of the stall. "But you're buying your own drinks -- and table dances," I warned. "Ne!" she chanted in the affirmative before slipping into the stall to wash herself down. I watched her for a moment in return before turning to dry myself... Deanna's Surprise Pt. 02 "Can you afford one?" I asked in an attempt to cover up my surprise at her assessment of me and my choice of lovers. I wasn't insulted but hadn't realized how accurately she had appraised my current situation. I'm not comfortable with being known well by others still. Best to keep the subject changed. "Even a used stripper 'bot can be pretty expensive." "I know," she admitted. "But I've heard stories about how easier it is sometimes to get robots from places like this." Hearing that, I slowly nodded. Yes, it is pretty easy to obtained a used 'bot from a showclub. To keep the money coming in, club owners continually need to replenish their stock of dancers with fresh faces. This normally is facilitated by shifting dancers from club to club in the same general region. Here in Niagara, there are sixteen showclubs: six in Saint Catharines, five in Niagara Falls, three in Welland and one each in Fort Erie and Port Colborne. With an average of twenty "regular" girls per club plus a scattering of feature dancers making the rounds between them, there are close to 350 'bots available for people to see. But even with this wide variety to choose among, there come times when people want something new and different. Remembering what Donald said about the new girls from Vancouver, I began to wonder if Russ wasn't contemplating introducing some special shows for those who might be interested in watching some bi-'bots bare it all. Far as I could tell, there hadn't been a big market for anything this exotic to date. I'd be certainly interested in that sort of thing. But then again, I lived with two bi-'bots, so I didn't really need to visit a showclub to see that kind of action up close. Of course, the luck I had with Reika and Irene couldn't possibly strike twice... Could it? Thinking about my experience with my lovers, I realized that it could happen. It wouldn't be easy. One of the prerequisites to developing a successful pairing with a 'bot is possessing the right mentality. Having a relationship with a 'bot, as I was learning, isn't the same as having one with a human lover. The differences didn't make things easier, however. Not one bit. Staring at Pauline, I wondered if she could develop the right sort of attitude with a 'bot lover. Remembering the level of self-discipline and determination she demonstrated in my English classes, to say nothing of how she performed in the tojang, spoke promisingly of her. "Well, then," I reverted back to English. "Want to see one of the girls up close?" Pauline blinked, then sat back and thought about it for a moment, deciding she really was ready, before nodding... Deanna's Surprise Pt. 03 Deanna's Surprise Pt. 03 "It serves a city of sixty thousand people, so the population base doesn't justify more advanced gear," I finished. He nodded. "I'm afraid so." "Has someone contacted their agent or record company?" "Their agent's on his way up from the Big Apple right now, but she won't be in town until early tomorrow morning." "Damn!" I spat out, then sighed. "So why tell me all this, Zak?" "Well, you are Marlenn Ioanis' owner of record and since she's busy putting Miss Rayven back together as we speak, you have the right to know what the whole situation concerning her is. And..." here, he took a deep breath before giving me a knowing look, "...if her friends don't make it in the long term, Miss Rayven might need a new home. What would her record company do in a case like this?" "Right," I grunted, my fingers rubbing the bridge of my nose. "Look, Zak, let me talk to Anne-Marie about this, then I'll go break the news to Raye tomorrow after Lenn gets her back on her feet. Is there any problem with that?" "None. I'll hold off the agent until you do." "Fair enough." Deanna's Surprise Pt. 03 "Where's the rest of the group?" I asked. She gave me a reassuring smile as I walked over to give her a hug from behind, bestowing a good morning kiss on her cheek as my hands stroked her bare skin from breasts to groin. "They're in the lab. The problem components in Irene started showing signs of breaking down just as I finished work on Reika. I got to work on her right away just as you went to sleep." She turned back to monitoring the food. "It's the price self-willed 'bots like us have to pay because we put so much use on our matrix and memory file components." I tensed. "Are they alright?!" She gazed into my eyes. "They'll be fine. But I felt it was wiser for them to remain dormant for the night while their systems equalize." "I must've been more out of it than I thought," I sighed, gently fondling her hardening phallus. It was impossible for me to ignore the slow flush crossing her face, to say anything of her hardening nipples, shifting hips and shaky breathing -- and that doesn't begin to cover what my reaction to her arousal was like. "Of course, you can help me set my mind straight, sweetie..." "My ass!" "Eh?" "Take me up my ass!!" I blinked, surprised by her request, then smirked and pushed her over. Lenn was quick to respond, sliding up her housecoat to show off her beautiful derriere. With normal human lovers, I avoid anal sex, even if it is with a willing man. The thought of actually sticking my penis into that part of the body...! Ugh! No way, jose! Who knows what sort of things you'll catch doing that. And since I don't like doing it to others, I won't have it done to myself, even by a 'bot. However, doing it to a robot is a whole different deal for me. I can't tell you how many M-'bot lovers I've had who've yodelled many octaves higher than normal thanks to me and my wonderful joystick. Since a 'bot's internal cleaning systems are quite efficient, there's no risk to the human partner. I moaned as I felt myself push past her anus into her warm hole. Entering a woman -- or a man -- here feels a heck of a lot different than entering her vagina or her mouth. And with Lenn it's even more special. Her memories are those of a real woman who I now realize must have come to fantasize about having sex with me this way. Lenn crooned as I started to thrust away, her eyes closing as her hands grabbed mine, forcing me to lean against her back as she compelled my fingers to stroke her own throbbing dick. I gritted my teeth as the familiar chilly rush flooded my loins far too soon, then howled Lenn's name as I exploded deep inside her, flooding her with my liquid ivory. Scant seconds later, her own machine started to throb in a prequel to her own cum splattering all over the floor. Of course, neither of us really want to clean up that sort of mess, so I pulled myself out of my lover, spinning her around so I could get a quick pre-breakfast snack. Just in time; after two strokes inside my mouth, Lenn blew her load right down my throat. I gently gulped it down, using my tongue to give her a quick washing before pulling myself away to take a few breaths and recover. Lenn was barely able to keep herself on her feet after that. Noting her reaction, I wondered how low she tuned her pleasure buffer whenever we went at each other. Taking another deep breath, I leaned in to gently stroke the tip of my tongue over her deflated stick, which slowly started to reinflate as I moved to give her a nice tongue-washing. Glancing into Lenn's eyes, I quickly note the lucidity returning to those dark brown orbs. "Feel better?" I asked. "Let me clean you," she offered. "Thanks." I stood up, hiking my nightshirt clear so Lenn could repay the favour...