index


Message-ID: <31276asstr$994306202@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: cyberczar@hushmail.com (CyberCzar)
Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit
NNTP-Posting-Date: 4 Jul 2001 20:48:32 GMT
Subject: {ASSM} Can Buy Me Love Chs. 1 and 2 (WIP)
Date: Thu,  5 Jul 2001 00:10:02 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/cyberczar/www
===============================

(Apologies in advance for the formatting - this is the default ASCII
export from LyX - usually when I'm done with stories I use latex2html
and open the story up in Netscape where I save it as Text which keeps
the formatting somewhat presentable.)



Can Buy Me Love

CyberCzar - CyberCzar@HushMail.com

 Attention

THIS IS A WORK IN PROGRESS. PLEASE ADDRESS ALL COMMENTS OR
SUGGESTIONS TO THE EMAIL ADDRESS LISTED. THIS NOTICE WILL
BE REMOVED FROM THE FINAL VERSION.

 Notices

 Warning

This story contains frank discussions of a sexually explicit
nature, and is intended for mature audiences only.

 Disclaimer

The persons depicted in this story are entirely fictional.
Any similarities are completely coincidental. References
to actual places, companies, or organizations are used strictly
for artistic reference to provide realism. In other words,
none of this is true.

 Copyright

Copyright (C) 2001 CyberCzar. In other words, you may download
this story for your own personal use; but please don't share
it with anyone. If you think someone else might be interested
in this story, please forward their request to me.

Confirmations

The ringing of the phone startled me awake. I had been up
most of the night before, having been called into work to
take care of an emergency.

"Hello?" I said, still not completely awake and audibly
groggy.

"Mr. Dawson?" the man on the other end said gruffly.

"Yes?"

"This is DHL. We have two deliveries for you, and I want
to make sure someone will be home to accept them."

Slowly, I sat up in bed as I gradually became more coherent.
"What kind of package? From who?"

"I don't know, but the manifest says they're from Los Angeles.
One weighs 175 pounds, and the other 250."

"Oh my God!" I screamed, as I realized what the
deliveries were. I had almost forgot the order I placed
six months previous with a very special company. "Yes!
I'll be here!" I said, as I hung up the phone.

Quickly I hung up the phone and called-in sick to work. I
had been waiting so long for this moment that six months
of anticipation were suddenly overwhelming me.

About a year ago, I saw a non-descript classified-ad in the
back of Omni which read:

Humanoid Androids - Custom Built to Your Specifications!
Anatomically Correct! Perfect for Companionship, Help, or
Play! From $50,000! Call 213-555-5678! 

As soon as I read that ad I was intrigued. I had always been
fascinated with the idea of owning my own robot or android
ever since I read Isaac Asimov's books, when I was a teenager.

A month went by before I gathered enough courage to actually
call the number listed in the ad. When I did, however, I
was pleasantly surprised to find an attractive voice on
the other end.

"Thank you for calling Datatronics, Mr. Dawson. This is Cathy-256;
how may I direct your call?"
the woman said. Her voice was soft, and pleasant.

"Uh," I started to say. "How
do you know my name?"

"Caller-ID, sir. How may I direct your call?"

"Oh, uh, I'd like to speak to someone regarding your robots."

"I'm sorry, but we don't manufacture robots. Would you be
interested in an android, instead?"

"Uh, yeah." I replied.

Not more than two seconds later, another voice came on the
telephone. "Hello, Mr. Dawson! My name is Gina-64,
how may I help you?"

Her voice was deep, but very feminine. My mind wandered as
I imagined she was a tall, red-head.

"Mr. Dawson?" she repeated.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I saw
your ad in Omni a while ago. I'd like to purchase an android."

"Very good, sir!" she said enthusiastically.
"What kind will you be interested in purchasing today?"

"Your ad mentioned companionship, work, and play."

"One designed for all three of those activities would be
our Series-7. They are our most advanced, and each one costs
$83,000."

I was a little stunned at the sticker price to say the least.
I hadn't planned on spending that much money.

"Each one is warrantied for life, if that will help your
decision." she interjected.

"OK, sure." I finally said.

"Very good sir! I can begin the ordering process, if you're
ready. What gender would you want your android to be? We
have male, female, and androgynous."

"Female, please." I replied.

"What height? Valid ranges are five-feet two inches, to six-feet."

I thought about this one for a while. I was 5'11`\"{,}
myself. I'd want someone that wouldn't be taller than me,
but someone that looked majestic, none the less. "Five-feet,
nine-inches." I replied.

"Very good. Now, what about her build?"

"Slim, and proportional."

"Got it. What about her race? Valid choices are Anglo, northern
Africa, southern Africa, Latin, Asian, Polynesian, or any
mixture thereof."

"Twenty-five percent Polynesian, twenty-five percent Latin,
and fifty percent Anglo."

"She is going to be gorgeous,"
said the woman on the other-end. "What
about her hair and eyes?"

This exchange went on for the next fifteen minutes as Gina
asked me the specific physical parameters for the android
I was purchasing. When we were done, I was sure I had designed
one which would be flawless and perfect in every way.

"Do you live alone, Mr. Dawson?"
Gina asked, as she was finishing up with the order.

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"Would you be interested in a male-companion android as well?"

"Wait a second! I'm not that type of guy!"
I exclaimed, shocked at the question.

"No," she said, laughing. "Of
course you aren't, but while our female androids are extremely
strong and agile, our male androids are much more capable.
Perhaps you'd like one to chop your firewood, mow your lawn,
or run errands?"

"Well I don't know." I said reluctantly.
"I don't know if I could afford two of them."

"Tell you what, I'll send you our Alex series. Try him out
for 90 days. If you don't like him, return him and there'll
be no charge."

"I think I can live with that."

So there you have it. In a couple of hours, my two new androids
would be arriving at my door.

I was relaxing in my living room, drinking a cup of coffee
and reading the morning's newspaper when I heard a knock
at the door. Excited, I quickly jumped up to answer it,
only to find the familiar brown uniform of the UPS guy.

Visibly displeased at the weight of the boxes he had to lug
up the stairs to get to my front door, he handed me the
digital pad to sign, and walked away.

"These can't be them?" I thought to
myself. "I got a call from DHL this morning, not
UPS!"

There were four boxes in total, each one weighing approximately
seventy pounds, and after carrying all four of them into
my house I could understand why the UPS guy was not happy
with this delivery.

In the middle of my living room, I set all four boxes next
to each other and gently opened them with a knife. The first
box I opened contained manuals, software DVDs, and what
appeared to be an interface box. There was also a DVD which
was labeled `\"{Y}our New Android`\"{.}

The other three boxes contained clothes, which we neatly
folded and wrapped in plastic, shoes, makeup, and underwear.

"Wow! I never expected all of this!"
I said to myself. I put the boxes in my spare bedroom, reverted
back to my living room, and started to watch the DVD.

It was several hours long, and was neatly organized into
various chapters which told how to unpack the crates, and
setup my new androids for their first use.

I learned that their batteries weren't charged when they
came from the factory, and that I'd need to charge them
for 24 full hours before their first use to condition the
batteries in. However, while they were charging, I did find
out I could use the supplied software to pre-configure them
using the AI software which was supplied.

As I finished my fourth cup of coffee, I booted up my laptop
and inserted the DVD software.

Several minutes later a circular, red, eye appeared on the
screen.

"Good morning, my name is HAL,"
he said. "What's your name?"

I couldn't help but bust out laughing at the obvious reference
of 2001: A Space Odyssey. "Jack,"
I said clearly into my laptop's microphone.

"Hello, Jack. Are you ready to configure your android now?"

"Absolutely!" I said, eagerly.

"Jack, what's your order number?"

"15-231" I replied clearly.

"One moment while I access those records."

The screen paused as HAL went onto the Internet to access
my order.

"I see you've ordered two androids Jack, which should be
arriving sometime today. Which one would you like to configure
first?"

"The female."

The image of HAL got smaller as it minimized itself to the
upper-left portion of my screen. Next, an image of a female,
wearing a jumpsuit, appeared in the center and rotate on
a 360 degree axis.

"This is your android, Jack. 25% Polynesian, 25% Latin, and
50% Anglo. She has long, curly-brown hair, and brown eyes.
What is her name?"

"Heather." I said.

"That's a pretty name. Heather can come pre-configured with
a wide range of abilities and personalities. Would you like
to use one of the default personalities or create one from
scratch?"

"What are my choices?" I asked, as I
went into the other room to fix another cup of coffee.

"Docile, submissive, dominant, agressive, easy-going, romantic,
feminine, masculine, opinionated, democratic, republican,
independent, religious, non-religious, resourceful... shall
I go on?"

With a fresh cup in hand, I set it down on the coffee table.
"I want her to be a resourceful, non-religious, democrat.
Someone who's easy-going, romantic, feminine, and caring."
I said. "I want her to be a free-thinker, have her
own opinions. Be able to learn, explore, and expand, but
most of all I want her to love me, herself, and life."

"Pardon me for saying Jack, but it sounds like you want a
wife."

"Maybe I do." I replied.

I couldn't believe how sophisticated this AI configuration
utility was! His next question however, caught me completely
off-guard.

"Do you plan on having sex with her?"
he asked.

"Excuse me?"

"Do you plan on having sex with Heather?"

"I don't see where that's any of your business."

Heather's image minimized to the upper-right hand corner
of the screen as the image of HAL's eye came to the foreground.
"I don't mean to pry, but I need to know some things in
order to properly configure Heather for you. Your answers
are completely confidential."

"Well, that is the main reason I bought her."

"That's fine."

"Look, HAL, I think we're done configuring Heather."
I said. "You know the type of personality I want
so why don't you just load her up with the defaults. I can
change them later if I want, can't I?"

"Yes."

"Good."

"Would you like to configure Alex, now?"
he asked.

"Sure, why the hell not."

Half-way through the configuration of Alex, the second android
I purchased, the doorbell rang. I could see two men pulling
rather large boxes on carts.

"They're here! Gotta run!" I told
the computer.

"We're not done yet." he replied as I
was running towards the door.

"Just pick the defaults for the rest,"
I said as I greeted the delivery men. "Come
in!"

"Where would you like these?"
the first man said.

"Here in the living room will be fine, thank you."

With a giant thud the men dropped the two wooden crates onto
the floor. My entire house shook, and all of my dishes rattled
as the boxes impacted the floor above my garage.

The boxes were labeled "statues",
and "fragile" which one would think would
presuade the delivery men to be careful when setting them
down, but not these guys.

"You idiots!" I exclaimed, as the first man left
my house. "These are very fragile!"

"No they're not," the second man replied,
as he gave me a clipboard to sign. "They're
robots."

"How did you now?" I asked, signing the
paper and handing it back to him.

"Come on, single guy like you in a big house like this? In
this neighborhood?" he said. "Didn't
take much to figure out. What did you get, two females or
two males?"

"Enough!" I said, pushing the second man out of my
door.

"Have fun making love to your toaster!"
I could hear him say, as he walked down my stairs.

Fortunately, it appeared they at least set the boxes down
right-side up. Quickly I ran into my garage and fetched
a crowbar to pry the tops off.

As I returned and proceeded to take the cover off the first
pine box, setting it up against my fireplace when I was
finished, the first thing that caught my eye was dark grey
foam which covered the entire inside of the box.

Like a kid on Christmas morning I quickly pulled back the
foam to catch a glimpse of her for the first time.

There she was, Heather. My Heather. She looked so peaceful
laying there in the box, her eyes closed, and lips slightly
parted. She was wearing the same orange jump suit that appeared
on my laptop's screen only minutes earlier.

I couldn't help but kneel down beside her and gently stroke
her cheek.

Next, I gently pulled her mouth open and stuck a finger inside.
Except for it being dry, it felt very realistic.

Giddy, I couldn't resist unzipping her jumpsuit revealing
two perfect mounds. Her aerolas were larger than normal,
but not overtly. As I slowly slid her zipper further downward,
a fine tuft of hair crowned her folds.

"She's fucking amazing!" I said out
loud to herself.

Getting her upstairs to the guest bedroom was going to be
another chore. Thinking back, I should have let the delivery
men drop her off upstairs, because as I reached in to pick
her up, I realized just how unwieldly her lifeless body
would be.

At 150 lbs., she weighed more than she looked. The video
said this was because of her batteries. Carrying her over
my shoulder, I carefully took her upstairs and set her down
on the bed.

She had no ports or jacks to plug any electrical cables into.
In fact, she was charged the same way most electric toothbrushes
are charged, through induction.

A single strap could be placed on either her wrists or ankles
which was then plugged into the wall which provided the
oscillating current which was transferred via induction
into her batteries.

I set her down onto the bed, fastened the strap to her wrist,
and plugged it into the wall to go back downstairs and examine
the other box.

When I opened the other crate, I immediately found the same
foam which lined the entire interior, however I took special
care in not damaging or destroying any of the packing material
for this android since I didn't know if I would be keeping
him or returning him later.

"Alex-4096," which was taped to his forehead,
was quite remarkable. Now, I'm a straight, anglo-saxon,
red-blooded American so don't get the wrong impression;
but I couldn't believe how remarkably handsome this guy
was.

Reaching my arms around his waist, I picked up his heavy,
200 lb. body, and carried him upstairs, and gently set him
on the floor next to the bed.

I attached the other strap which was included with him, and
plugged it into the wall.

As I came back into the living room, I noticed my laptop
still sitting on the coffee-table, with HAL still on the
screen.

"HAL, are you still there?" I spoke
into the laptop's microphone.

"Yes, Jack."

"Tell me a little more about Alex. What can he do?"

"Just about anything, actually. Alex can cook, clean, do
household chores, repair most broken mechanical a nd electrical
items if provided the appropriate tools..."

HAL and I spent the next several hours discussing both androids
capabilities, including HALs, too.

I learned that HAL was originally programmed by NASA for
deep-space exploration to provide entertainment for the
astronauts while on their journeys to Jupiter and Saturn.
NASA however, released HAL's code under the GNU General
Public License so Datatronics picked up his code and expanded
on it for their devices.

In fact, it was a subset of HAL's code which was in all of
the androids Datatronics sold, which provided their artificial
intelligence.

"So you can stay on all the time?"
I asked him.

"Yes, but most customers usually uninstall me once their
androids are configured."

"How do I transfer you to the house computer?"
I asked him.

He went on to explain that all I needed was to copy his configuration
and data files and re-install his software.

I did, as he instructed, and copied him to the house's mainframe,
and restarted his program. Instantaneously, the familiar
red eye appeared on all of the house's monitors which were
in the living room, basement, hall, and bedrooms.

HAL took a moment to get accustomed to the new sensory inputs
his program was processing and didn't say anything for what
seemed like a long time.

"You have a very pretty house, Jack."
his voice came out of the speakers in my living room.

"Thank you, HAL." I said. "My
ex-girlfriend decorated it when I bought it."

I layed down on the couch, and we continued to talk for hours
and hours until I drifted off to sleep.

Anticipations

When I fell to sleep, it was still light outside, and when
my eyes opened again, it was still daylight.

"HAL, what time is it?"

"10:43AM," he replied.

"How long was I asleep?"

"At approximately 7:30PM last night."

"Fifteen hours of sleep?! I must have been tired."

"Your office called this morning looking for you."

"Shit! The machine!" I thought to myself.

"I took the liberty of telling them you were still sick."

"You can talk on the phone?" I
asked him.

"Yes, it's tied into your house."

Quickly, I ran upstairs to check on the androids, as if they
would have miraculously gotten up and walked out of my house
while I was asleep.

As I entered the room, I found them still laying where I
left them: Heather on the bed, and Alex on the floor.

"HAL, how do I activate them?"

He went on to tell me that in the middle of their backs were
two tiny buttons which needed to be depressed simultaneously.

Nervous, I gently reached underneath Heather, and found the
two buttons which my fingers which were right on her back
as HAL described. When I depressed the buttons, Heather's
eyes immediately opened, and she sat upright in my guest
bed.

"Ready for programming," she said.

"What do I do next, HAL?"

"You didn't read any of the documentation, did you?"
he asked.

"No, I was too excited. I'm sorry."
I replied.

He instructed me to guide her in front of the monitor in
the hall. As I pulled her up, she willingly followed me
outside my guest bedroom into the hall.

HAL's familiar eye disappeared from the monitor, and the
monitor started flashing, followed by a series of thin horizontal
then vertical lines.

Heather didn't blink as her eyes stayed fixated on the screen
for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality was only
probably ten minutes or so.

As each second passed, the lines became more and condensed
until the screen was filled with tightly packed squares
which looked like a random checker-board pattern. When all
this was said and done, Heather's eyes closed, and she stood
there for a moment - motionless.

Next, she opened her eyes, turned around to face me, and
smiled. "Jack!" she said. "It's
so nice to finally meet you."

"Heather?" I nervously asked.

"In the flesh!" she said, doing a 360 in front
of me, and jumping up to give me a hug.

"Wow!" I replied.

"Let's say I get out of this drabby jumpsuit, huh?"
she replied, as she moved the jumpsuit's zipper down, exposing
herself in all her beauty, and stepping out of it. "Where
are my clothes?" she asked.

"In here," I motioned, as I guided this venus into
the guest bedroom.

When she entered, she immediately saw Alex laying unconscious
on the floor, still in his familiar orange jumpsuit.

"Hello?" she said, kneeling down in front of him.
"Who's he?"

"This is Alex."

She leaned over him, and pulled down the zipper to his jumpsuit
exposing him to me for the first time.

"Hubba-hubba," she said as she and I caught
a glimpse of him for the first time. "We're
going to have fun with him!"
she said with a giggle.

"That's not why I got him," I said,
putting my hand on her shoulder.

She stood up as she walked with me to one of the boxes, which
was set aside the wall. Opening it up, she found all of
her clothes which were shipped earlier yesterday, still
folded and neatly wrapped in their plastic bags.

While she was getting dressed, I activated Alex, and brought
him into the hall like I did Heather minutes previously.
Like Heather, Alex stood attentively in front of the monitor
as HAL flashed more lines, squares, and checkerboards into
his eyes.

When HAL was finished, Alex blinked and turned to me.

"You must be Jack," he said, sticking out
his hand to shake mine.

"Jack Dawson, Alex," I replied. "Nice
to meet you."

About this time, Heather opened up the door to the guest
bedroom and stepped out. She was wearing short-shorts and
a T-shirt which exposed her midriff, socks, and tennis shoes.
She wasn't wearing a bra.

"Wow!" I said outloud.

"Do you like?" she replied, spinning in front
of me.

"I like! I like!" I said with a stupid grin.

"You must be Alex," she said, extending
out her hand.

"Yes," he replied, gently shaking hers.

"I'm Heather."

"And I'm HAL," the familiar eye re-appeared
on the monitors.

The three of us couldn't help but laugh, and we all said
in unison, "Hi, HAL!"

"Alex," Heather said. "Your clothes
are in the other box in this bedroom."

Alex stepped away and walked into the guest bedroom, while
Heather looked around, and guided me down the stairs into
the living room. "So what do you want to
do first?" she asked, as she sat down on my couch.

"Well, I'm not sure," I replied. "What
do you want to do first?"

"How about you show me around this place."
she said, extending her hand for me to help her get up.

I gave her the 25-cent tour of my house, showed her my four
other bedrooms - which I used one as an office - and my
backyard, my kitchen, garage, pretty much everything.

When we finished with the tour, we walked back into the living
room to find Alex standing in the middle of the room.

"What are you doing, Alex?" I asked
him.

"Waiting for instructions, sir."

Alex was wearing Levi's 901 blue jeans and a navy-blue golf-shirt
which was tucked into his pants.

"Alex, please don't call me sir."
I instructed.

"Very well."

Alex said nothing as he stood in his place which was causing
Jack to become increasingly more uncomfortable. He said
nothing as he sat down on his couch and started to twiddle
his thumbs.

"Jack, why don't I show you what I can do?"
said Heather.

I didn't say anything as Heather approached me and pulled
me off my couch.

"Your bedroom is this way, correct?"
she said, as she headed up my stairs and down the hall leading
to my master bedroom.

I was a little embarrassed at how messy I had kept my room.
Socks, underwear, jeans, and shirts were strewn all about.
"Sorry about the mess," I said apologetically.

"Oh, it's not that bad," Heather replied,
attempting to console him.

Heather had her arm around his waist as the two walked to
the center of thr room and she looked around.

"Here, why don't I get a better look at you,"
she said, moving in front of him and gently tugging on his
shirt.

I was a little reluctant to remove my shirt since I wasn't
the most handsome or attractive man in the world.

I worked with computers most of the time, and had a body
which would rank right up there with the old Dilbert comics.
Sensing my hesitation though, Heather was quick to step-in
and she took it off for me.

There I was, standing topless in front of her, my unpronounced
chest and gut exposed to the world.

"You're cute!" Heather exclaimed, as she gently
reached up and grabbed the tuft of hair on my chest.

I couldn't help but blush at the thought of this beautiful
woman showing so much attraction and affection towards me.
In my mind I knew she was programmed to adore me, but in
my heart I still loved it never the less.

Heather followed suit by taking off her shirt as well revealing
her perky breasts to me.

"Do you like?" she said as she took each one
in her hands and rubbed them together.

Her breasts weren't overly large as she was no more than
a C cup, but to me they were perfect. "Yes,
I do," I replied. "Very much."

Heather then unzipped her shorts revealing neatly trimmed
pubes between her legs.

I couldn't help but become both physically and emotionally
aroused at the sight of her. She was perfect in each and
every way!

As she stepped out of her shorts, I quickly undid the clasp
to my pants and let them fall down. Hurriedly, I tried to
step out of them, but my feet were caught in the pants leg,
hampering my efforts.

Heather giggled at my futile attempts to shake my feet out
of my pants and knelt down to assist me. She gently grabbed
my hard shaft which was pushing outward my underwear, and
I couldn't help but let out a cry of pleasure at her touch.

"Silly, you forgot to take off your shoes,"
she said, as she slid them off my feet.

Wearing nothing but my underwear, Heather and I made our
way to my bed where she promptly laid down and spread her
legs. That's where I caught a glimpse of her perfect lips
for the first time.

Maybe it was the thought of this gorgeous woman in my bed,
or maybe it was just pure animal instincts; I don't know,
but my dick sprang up and I couldn't resist lunging forward,
burrying my face into her crotch.

She had a slight plastic or latex smell to her I noticed
as my nose buried into her. I didn't mind, though, because
she was all mine.

She seemed to like me going down on her, licking her folds
and running my tongue up to its apex and gently blowing
on her clitoris.

Her orgasms seemed much too real as she let out a high-pitched
scream and arched her hips towards my face, forcing my tongue
even deeper inside her.

However, I wasn't done yet, and all this action was causing
my dick to become even harder and drip its clear, salty,
ooze getting the front of my underwear completely soaked.

Heather reached out and slid my underwear off of me. Unrestrained
now, my dick sprang up at attention.

Wrapping her legs around my hips, she forced me down onto
her so fast that I almost didn't have enough time to stick
my cock inside her.

Fast and furiously, I pounded away inside her, ramming her
as deep and as hard as I could.

The sensation of being with another woman, especially one
as beautiful and perfect as Heather, was too much for me
to take, and I collapsed resting my head next to hers, and
squirting my jism within her.

Heather said nothing as she just reached over and gently
stroked the back of my head. I laid on top of her for several
minutes until I drifted off to sleep and took a nap.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository |
|<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations.         |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+