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Subject: {ASSM} rp/rv Lisa's Tale Day 4 {DB Story} (M/Fembot, cons, ScFi, ASFR)
Date: Thu, 11 Oct 2001 14:10:03 -0400
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LISA'S TALE DAY 4: A COURTESY SUITES STORY

By DB  ( DB_Story@att.net / http://DB_Story.home.att.net )

Copyrightc 2001 by DB.

ASSM/ASFR (M/Fembot, rom)

(This story contains Constitutionally protected material intended 
for adults over 18 years of age in the United States of America, 
and whatever passes for adult status in other countries.  If you 
are under legal age, acting under legal age, not allowed to view 
such material in your area, or easily offended, please do not 
continue.  This is not for you.

(The only rights granted are to view this story.  You are not 
allowed to reproduce, post, or otherwise redistribute this story 
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(To purchase for publication, place on your web-site devoted to 
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material, please contact me first at the above email.)

- - -

Author's Note: This story was written as follow-on to EHY's 
original Courtesy Suites story.  EHY gave me permission to 
explore his idea further.  Small details may differ since 
Courtesy Suites is a chain of ultra luxury hotels offering the 
ultimate in personal service.  The original Courtesy Suites 
story, and additional adventures there as well as other of EHY's 
writings in this area, may be found at his web-site: 
http://www.geocities.com/ipmstories/.

Parts 1 through 3 of this story are available at my site above.

A special thanks to Gorgo and others for their excellent and much 
appreciated proofreading.  Any remaining mistakes are my own.

- - -

* * *

Matt Samuals walked down the now-familiar hall to his room at 
Courtesy Suites.  Though this was only his fourth night here as a 
guest, the place felt as familiar as a good friend, as 
comfortable as a well-worn pair of slippers.  He could hardly 
even understand the trepidation - even outright fear - he had 
felt only three nights earlier when his carefully contrived plan 
to score a room at the most luxurious hotel chain in the country 
had actually succeeded.  He had actually been better prepared for 
the failure of his plans, rather than their success.  Yet succeed 
they had, and the change in Matt had been nothing short of 
monumental.

Since arriving via such a backdoor way (in lieu of Bob's direct 
frontal approach of the last trade show where he had just 
announced, "I'm staying at Courtesy Suites and that's the end of 
it."), Matt had become much bolder in his own life.  (Bob was at 
an even bigger European trade show this weekend.  Matt 
appreciated that; this way, there was no danger of running across 
him in the halls and having to give some lame explanation of why 
he was here too.)

In the last three nights, Matt had done the following: Met the 
female of his dreams and forged the start of a relationship with 
her.  Spent time with another stunning female, and later rescued 
her from a "messed-up" situation.  Cut in on a much younger man 
on the dance floor - successfully.  Spoken to other beautiful 
women.  (When they look like women and act like women - they're 
women for every practical purpose).  Played out fantasies to 
which he'd never admitted having before this visit.  Enjoyed more 
and better sex than ever before.  Forged two "Special 
Friendships" by doing nothing more than just being himself, and 
asking others to do the same.  Eaten some fantastic meals with 
excellent wine and company.  Dealt with more engineering problems 
(on the trade show floor) with less stress than ever before in 
his life.  And determined that tonight he would not permit 
himself to become too tired to go skinny dipping in the water 
volcano spa - as long as he wasn't doing it alone.

Today had turned out to be an excellent day at the Trade Show, 
and not just because it was the last day.  The show machine, 
which had been flaky for the entire event, finally yielded to 
Matt's engineering expertise.  After worrying about it in his 
sleep last night, despite the exceptionally beautiful woman who 
should have been occupying his thoughts as fully as she was 
occupying his bed, his mind had worked out a solution.  The first 
thing he did upon arrival on the trade show floor was recheck all 
the grounding connections one more time.  He found the faulty one 
in less than five minutes, and the machine ran perfectly the 
entire day.

Everyone was happy today.  Two large sales were completed before 
the close of the show, leaving the entire crew in a festive mood. 
 Matt helped get the machine properly prepared for return 
shipment.  Despite that, he still was the first out of the hall.

The rest of the crew was headed somewhere for a celebration 
afterwards.  However Matt politely refused their cajoling to come 
along.  He had better plans of his own.  Much better.

Matt touched his thumb to the illuminated oval at room 9104.  The 
door softly clicked and he pushed it open, seeing the room lights 
automatically illuminate.

The room was empty, but Matt no longer was concerned about the 
small stuff.  He knew the hotel would do their utmost meet their 
guest's wishes.  The answer he needed was written in familiar 
handwriting on a notepad left on the bed.

Get comfortable, and then come meet me in the bar.  -Lisa.

There was a small heart drawn next to her name.

Well Matt had told her to make their plans for tonight, and this 
was apparently how they would start.

Matt dove in for a quick shower, and momentarily missed not 
having a beautiful woman's hands on his back while doing so.  Of 
course, if that woman - or Darci - had been here right now, the 
evening might have never moved outside the shower itself.  And 
while that was all good and wonderful, Matt craved new 
experiences as well.

Tonight's shower went quickly, and Matt was soon dry, casually 
dressed, and out of his room headed down to the bar.

* * *

Lisa sat at one end of the CS Bar, where she would be easily 
visible to anyone entering.  Of course, Lisa was easily visible 
most places she went.

At six feet and an inch before donning her preferred three-inch 
heels, she always stood above the crowd.  Her long, wavy brunette 
hair and supermodel features gave her a striking appearance that 
intimidated as many as it attracted.

Tonight she was wearing a bright floral print, thigh-length dress 
with a deep V-front that hugged her figure like a passionate 
lover.  The colors were all the pinks, reds, yellows, and purples 
of a tropical sunset.  She had exchanged her trademark skimpy 
heels for solid-sole thatch sandals with a three-inch lift in the 
heel.  Her only ornament was her blue name badge proclaiming her 
a member of Courtesy Suites' justly famous robotic (she preferred 
fembot) staff.

Although she had been approached and hit on several times already 
at the bar (quite unusual for her normally, but normally, she 
never wore such bright colors), her time tonight had already been 
spoken for.  She offered polite conversation to all comers,  even 
assisting a couple of them in locating other dates.  However she 
had to refuse all further requests for herself, since she was 
already assigned to a guest.

Lisa had encountered a much busier day than usual today at 
Courtesy Suites.  Although she was one of their most intelligent 
and capable 'bots on staff, she felt her considerable resources 
had been pushed to the limits today.

Her first (and only) Special Friend, Matt had put the entire 
planning of their evening together tonight into her hands.  This 
was an exercise in creativity and self-direction that was not her 
strongest suit, though she felt she was getting better at it 
under his guidance and support.  In addition, Hotel Services had 
been besieged with requests for her time today.  This was most 
atypical, since usually she felt underutilized compared to much 
of the rest of the staff.

It seems that a number of guests had seen her both on the dance 
floor last night, and later on the "beach" in the pool area.  The 
requests had been for "the tall, beautiful brunette staff member 
in the red dress."  Based on her record of previous guest 
contacts, Lisa was very happy to be considered beautiful by so 
many guests.  This was a new and curious phenomenon, since Lisa 
was certain none of her physical parameters had changed.

She did remember many people watching at her and Matt on the 
dance floor the previous evening, and had asked him about it 
later.  He had replied that they were all looking at her - not 
him - because she was so beautiful.  She had replied that she 
hadn't gotten this reaction before, even though she looked the 
very same.

He had replied that, "Happy people are beautiful people, and you 
look happy tonight.".

She thought about that and finally replied that she was happy 
being with him because he liked her to be as intelligent and 
outgoing as she was capable of being.

He had replied that these qualities had certainly gotten across 
to other people as well, making an excellent impression with 
them.

This was all still new to Lisa though.  Until Matt had come 
along, she hid what she could about herself to better get along 
with the majority of guests.  And although she couldn't hide her 
height or striking beauty, she could hide her intelligence and 
self-will ability.  Not by playing dumb the way Darci managed so 
successfully, but just by becoming very quiet so as not to 
antagonize others.

Actually, she realized later that she could - and did - hide her 
appearance when she was with Darci.  Darci was so much the center 
of attention that Lisa was often almost unnoticed, until now.

Things had changed because of Matt, and for the better. Lisa 
could hardly wait until he arrived again.

After she had left Matt that morning, she had carefully thought 
out and made plans for them this evening.  She tried to make 
plans that she knew she could enjoy as much as she hoped he 
would.  Lisa had to multitask this planning because she had also 
spent time with three other guests lucky enough to request her 
while she was still available.

Two of the guests had not really been certain what to do with her 
after they got her.  They mostly treated her like an ordinary 
staff member, experimenting with her remote control and asking 
her to do various small tasks for them - including giving nude 
massages, and sex.  That was fine with Lisa.  These were the most 
common requests for any staff member.

The third guest was the young man she had met and danced with 
briefly the previous night.  He only asked for some more dance 
lessons, so they spent two hours together on the empty dance 
floor.  What he had really wanted to do was ask Lisa how to 
better relate to the other staff members at Courtesy Suites.  He 
was quite smitten with Traci in particular.  Lisa had given him 
some useful advice when they danced last night, and he wanted to 
learn more about how to best treat other 'bots.  They spent some 
nice time together just talking afterwards.

Because she had been so busy all day, Lisa left a note in Matt's 
room, rather then being there to meet him in person.  She felt 
she knew him well enough now that he would not perceive this as a 
slight, but rather be intrigued by her game tonight.  And it also 
gave her more time to arrange their evening.

So it had turned out to be her busiest day ever, but Lisa had 
enjoyed the challenge.  For once she felt her systems had been 
fully utilized, and that she had done what no other 'bot could 
have managed.  Thinking for oneself - and being appreciated for 
it - was rare for any 'bot.  Yet that's what Matt liked about 
her, and she'd do anything she could to make him happy.  That was 
her job, and she took pride in doing it well.

Now all she had to do was wait until Matt arrived.  Her robotic 
patience made that part easy.

* * *

Matt had not seen the Courtesy Suites bar yet.  On his first two 
nights he hadn't even left his room.

Last night he had gotten to see one of the hotel's restaurants, 
and their pool.  Both were fantastic beyond anything he had 
expected.  As such, he eagerly looked forward to seeing some more 
of the hotel's facilities.

That bar was easy to find.  Just go down to the lobby and follow 
the rising noise level.  As Matt stepped through the entrance to 
the bar, he was again struck by the imagination of the designers.

The bar was striking.  The first impression was that it was 
large, exceptionally modern, and crowded.  The bar itself 
occupied the middle of the room.  Rising from inside it was a 
tall, clear glass column that was obviously their wine rack.  As 
he watched, a bartender rode up one face of it in a sling-seat to 
select a bottle from the thousands on display.

The outside walls were something else entirely.  Clear glass 
covered by running water, and inside them, naked flames from 
hundreds of gas jets.

The lighting, while lively, was carefully directed, placing 
bright pools next to intimate shadows.

There was more, but all if it faded into the background as Matt 
saw Lisa sitting at the end of the bar, just as she spotted him 
standing in the doorway.  He hurried across the space as she 
flowed over to meet him halfway.

Their embrace was tight and passionate.  To onlookers, they were 
perfectly matched as Lisa's sandals lifted her to exactly Matt's 
height.  (You do the math.)

After that first embrace, it took Matt some more long moments to 
realize that several people were pounding on his shoulders and 
shouting his name.

* * *

Lisa saw Matt a moment after he stepped through the door to the 
bar.  She noticed his eyes widen at the fantastic sight.  It only 
seemed to take him a moment to take in the view though before he 
was searching the crowd - for her.

She stood up just as he spotted her and walked regally over to 
meet him.

He clearly had read her intentions, because they met in a 
perfectly choreographed hug in the middle.

Lisa enjoyed him just holding her body.  They had played touching 
games together on their previous nights, and by now his touch 
anywhere felt wonderful.

But as their hug continued, she realized that other people had 
noticed them - or him.  A group of five left their table on the 
far side of the bar and came over to start pounding his back and 
calling his name.

This was very uncharacteristic behavior, even for Courtesy 
Suites.

* * *

Matt's ears and mind finally started sorting out the sounds he 
was hearing.

"Hey, Matt, good buddy!  You made it!"

"Matt!  I thought you'd stood us up!"

"Matt, you sly dog!  You've been holding out on us!  Introduce 
me!"

"Matt!  What's shaking, man?"

Matt finally untangled himself from Lisa enough to turn around 
and see...the five co-workers he'd just finished sharing a trade 
show booth with these last three days.

They'd been planning to go out and party tonight to celebrate the 
end of the show and those big sales.  Matt hadn't bothered to 
listen to their plans at all.  He already had his own.

But apparently their plans had involved visiting Courtesy Suites, 
which makes perfect sense, in hindsight.  It is certainly the 
most glamorous destination in the district.  People always came 
just hoping to glimpse a member of their famous staff.  And after 
getting a look at this bar, Matt would have come here too just to 
see it, if he wasn't already staying here.

Matt started to feel angry, but almost immediately that changed 
to feeling guilty instead.  It wasn't any of their faults that 
they wanted to visit CS.  He'd wanted to visit it himself last 
trip.  That time there had been a party here, he had been sure to 
attend.  And these people had done what they could to make his 
life easier these last few days as he had struggled with the 
technical problems.  Besides, no one can work an entire trade 
show in a cramped booth without having a bit of Stockholm 
Syndrome to show for it.  But most of all he realized that this 
had just been an unplanned coincidence.

By now, their enthusiasm at seeing him had changed into a wary 
caution.  It had begun to sink in that they might be intruding on 
a private moment.

Matt hated the sudden thought that his reaction had just put a 
damper on everyone else's fun.  And there was another thought 
struggling to get through as well, if he'd just relax a moment 
and let it.

To buy a bit of time, he turned back to Lisa and guided her 
around him to meet his friends.

* * *

Lisa quickly realized that there were Matt's friends.  People 
that knew him quite well.  As such, they would be her friends as 
well.

As Matt first to her to guide her forward to meet them, she gave 
him a quick squeeze, before putting on her brightest smile to 
meet these new people.

* * *

"Lisa, meet Harry," Matt said, starting the round of 
introductions, "And this is Bill.  And here's Joan, and Pete.  
And last, but not least, Frieda."

On each introduction, Lisa looked directly into the eyes of the 
person being introduced, and offered her hand.  Everyone shook it 
enthusiastically in return.

As he finished, Matt saw The Unspoken Question in all of their 
eyes.

"Yes.  Lisa is a fembot on the Courtesy Suites staff.  She's also 
a great dancer, excellent conversationalist, and generally very 
nice person among her many other talents."

Lisa's response to this unexpected endorsement was to offer a 
quick curtsy, and then look down while appearing to blush.

The semi-circle around her transformed into her admirers in an 
instant.  They then all started peppering her with questions, 
while Matt tried to sort out his dilemma.

Matt had never been a life-of-the-party, or the-more-the-merrier, 
type of person.  Quite the opposite.  He had been looking forward 
to a lot of intimate time with lovely Lisa this evening - alone.

Yet there had been many things Matt hadn't been when he had 
arrived - was it only three days ago? - at Courtesy Suites.

His choice was to be selfish and dump this crowd ASAP, or include 
them in an adventure, as he had once been included in an 
adventure here.  Escort them back to their table and buy a round 
of drinks before splitting?  Or consider an alternative?  Was he 
so poor that he couldn't afford to waste a possible second that 
he could spend alone with Lisa otherwise?  Or feeling rich enough 
now to be generous?  Matt looked back at the group.

Lisa was doing an excellent job of fielding all the questions 
directed to her.  Each one was given a direct, thoughtful answer 
directly to the person asking.  She was not intimidated at all by 
being descended upon by such a large group of gawkers.

As for the group itself, they had felt that sighting a Courtesy 
Suites staff member across the room would have been a major coup. 
 Here they had their very own to talk to.  At this moment, 
everyone was happy.

Everyone was happy.  That was the deciding factor for Matt as he 
grew into a new area of his life in these moments just happening. 
 This might even work.

Matt waited for a pause in the conversation.  It took a bit 
before he was able to ask, "Have you made plans for the rest of 
the evening yet?"

A chorus of "No" responded back.

"Then give me a moment, and I'll meet you back over at your 
table."

His amazingly friendly (for Matt) manner put the entire situation 
at ease, and they slowly headed back over while Matt turned to 
Lisa.

"I gather you made plans for us alone tonight."

"Of course, Matt."

"May I ask what they are?"

"I have us scheduled for a private supper on the beach.  A table 
for two.  Tiki torches.  Hawaiian feast.  And a serenade for 
dancing under the moonlight."

A part of Matt hated to ask the next question.  But another part 
of him felt that, with Lisa, anything was possible.

"Would you feel bad if I asked you to postpone that dinner until 
tomorrow night, and we made some ad hoc plans for now?"

"Why would I feel bad?" Lisa asked in amazement.  At moments like 
this she felt Matt still had so much to learn about her.  But 
then again, they'd only known each other three days so far.

"Well, you worked so hard on your plans for us..."

"Matt.  Don't you know me by now at all?  I never feel bad just 
because we've had a change in plans.  I'm just not built that 
way.  I feel you have another adventure in mind, and I want to 
experience it.  Besides, I know we'll have our beach dinner 
together.  Don't you?"

"Yes.  We will do it.  And I have to say it again.  Lisa, you are 
absolutely amazing."  With that, Matt gave her another big hug 
and kiss, which was enthusiastically reciprocated.

Inspiration struck that instant as he said, "Lisa, let's work 
with your idea, but just make it bigger."

"What do you have in mind?"

"How much trouble would it be to round up some staff for my 
friends and put on a beach party instead?  You know, food, 
drinks, music, around a big fire?"

"Just give me a couple minutes," Lisa responded.

* * *

As she led them to the indoor pool area and opened the door, Lisa 
could see that the staff had followed her instructions perfectly.

About a third of the way down the beach was a large fire.  Tables 
were already being loaded with food, and Suzie was setting up a 
bar.  (No two fembots are ever identical, despite standardized 
assembly line manufacturing.  For some reason, Suzie always made 
the best bartender on staff.)  Several staff members were already 
milling around the area, and the sounds of Hawaiian music wafted 
towards them.

Instead of leading them directly down the beach however, Lisa 
took them over to the service hut and picked out sandals and 
bikinis for the women, with pareaus for them to wear over them.  
The men picked out trunks and aloha shirts.

Thus properly attired, they trooped down the beach.

Kerry, a beautiful Oriental staff member with an impressively 
lush, tanned body inside an impressively small bikini, met them 
just before the fire with an armful of fresh plumeria leis.

Starting with Matt, she gave an aloha greeting to each person by 
placing a lei around the neck of each party member, and giving a 
kiss as she did so.  Then she stood aside to welcome them all to 
the party.

* * *

To Matt, the party soon became a blur of warm and fuzzy memories.

Later he would remember that he had eaten a lot of very good 
island cuisine: sweet chicken, pork ribs, rice, plates of fresh 
fruits, and salads.  Had many deceptively sweet and innocent 
appearing island drinks.  Danced with every woman there at least 
once.  Performed the hula for the whole group between Kerry and 
Lisa.  Told funny jokes that attracted attention to him, rather 
than hide from it.  And just let the party happen.

And the party happened quite well.  More and more people began to 
filter in, first from the beach goers themselves, and later from 
the rest of the hotel.

At one point, he remembered meeting an identical pair of 
beautiful blonde women whose name badges proclaimed them as 
Kelli(3) and Kelli(7).  They explained that they were "Donated 
Personality" models, whose minds were based on the recorded 
memories of a real woman.  And that while they all started out 
the same, that DP models didn't transfer basic personality 
memories between themselves in the same way.  Only guest records. 
 You had to find the same Kelli again if you wanted to continue 
your conversation later.  After dancing with them both, Matt got 
them into a very cute fight by asking which of them was the 
prettier.

As the crowd grew, the staff kept bringing out more tables of 
food and drink.  Someone made a King-of-the-Party crown for Matt 
out of the jungle leaves, and everybody at the party somehow knew 
this was Matt's creation.  He must have greeted and accepted 
thanks from everyone at least twice.  Matt could not remember a 
time as good as this night had become.

* * *

Lisa was having the time of her robotic life.  She had never seen 
a party bloom like this one had.  She was surrounded by happy 
people, all of whom seemed to know that it was her and Matt's 
party that they were enjoying.  She found herself dancing 
barefoot in the sand, surrounded by dancing admirers.  This 
experience of sharing herself with many people instead of just 
one guest was a whole new awakening.

Since fembots are immune to alcohol, she never lost her bearings. 
 She always knew where Matt was.  He'd come by and dance with her 
again and again, each time until a crowd dragged one or the other 
off for more fun.

Various couples would slip away into the nooks and hidden parts 
of the jungle together for awhile, only to return to the party 
afterwards.

The finest moment for Lisa came when she felt that Matt had 
finally let go of his curious notions of jealousy.  Lisa didn't 
experience that emotion, and even her superb robot brain could 
barely understand the concept.  Tonight Matt gave himself 
unselfishly to the party they had created, and in that way became 
a man who could finally, fully understand Lisa for all that she 
was.

Finally Lisa decided it was time for them to have a little 
special time of their own.

She walked over to Matt, her hips swaying to the music.  He was 
dancing between two women and two fembots, still wearing his 
crown.

She knelt before him and asked, "Does His Majesty have a moment 
for his lowly servant?"

Matt stopped and looked at her, charmed by this gesture.  In 
grand fashion he proclaimed, "The Lady Lisa need never humbly 
approach in such a manner, for she is first among equals."

With that, he took her hand and bid her to rise and receive a 
royal kiss, to the applause of all nearby.

But Lisa wasn't through.  As the people returned to their 
partying - an impromptu limbo contest was commencing - Lisa led 
Matt away and into the vegetation.

Without a word, she took him down an obscure, tiny path to the 
most secluded glen.  There she removed first her dress, then his 
clothes, folding them neatly and laying them aside.  With only 
his crown still on, Lisa wordlessly motioned him to lie down.

When he did, starting at his forehead and working down, she 
kissed every part of his body.  The sensations were unbelievable.

Then she rolled him over gently onto his stomach and kissed him 
from his toes back up to the nape of his neck, leaving no spot 
untouched. 

Then she ran her hands down over his body - not in massage, but 
just in touch.  Turned him again over onto his back and repeated 
that touch.

By now, Matt was making feeble efforts to reach out and touch any 
part of Lisa he could reach in return.  Her neck, breasts and 
nipples, and hips all received welcome return touch.

But Lisa wasn't through, as she moved to straddle him and take an 
eager Matt inside her.  It was all done in a slow, gentle manner 
that said they had all the time in the world.

Once she held him inside, she began to cycle her hips slowly, 
just enough to keep him fully stimulated.

He reached up to rub her perfectly proportioned breasts and hard 
nipples.  Then she bent forward, bringing more welcome pressure 
on those breasts, as she brought her perfect lips down for a long 
kiss.

The moment seemed to last forever.

* * *

Matt was fully energized as they walked back out of the jungle.  
Though it didn't seem to have greatly suffered from their 
absence, the party seemed to be winding down.  A bold gesture was 
called for.  Matt stepped forward to do the deed.

He grabbed the limbo bar like a scepter and loudly proclaimed: 
"To the volcano!"  Then he and Lisa started off, leading the 
procession down the beach.

Near the far end was a small sign he'd missed the previous night: 
SWIMSUIT OPTIONAL ZONE.

Waving his "scepter" again he bellowed: "Swimsuits optional!" and 
quickly peeled off his suit and cast it aside.  Lisa duplicated 
his motion, and the crowd followed an instant later before 
clamoring into the many large, medium, and tiny pools spread down 
the side of the water volcano. 

Thus the great beach party ended, with a lot of snuggling and 
holding in the many exotic pools of the Courtesy Suites spa.

* * *

Sometime later, Lisa guided a tired Matt safely back to his room, 
undressed him, put him to bed.  Then striping naked herself, she 
climbed in next to him.

"I had fun," she whispered to him.

Matt's last words as he fell asleep in her arms were, "You were 
absolutely unbelievable tonight.  I'll make this up to you 
tomorrow.  The trade show is over and I have the whole day and 
night to spend with you.  So make whatever plans you want for 
us."

Lisa snuggled even closer on hearing that; her mind already 
working on possibilities for them.

* * *

<Matt has only one more night's stay at Courtesy Suites>




 

 
 

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