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G. JANE
By DB  ( DB_Story@att.net / http://home.att.net/files/Authors/db_story/www/ )
Copyright(C) 2002-2004 by DB.
ASSM/ASFR (M/Fembot, Fembot/Fembot, rom, ScFi, asfr)

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- - -

Author's Note: This story is part of my emerging cosmology about the
evolution of robots into our near future society and the myriad ways we will
learn to interact with our creations.  Read it now, and be prepared.  For
more, visit my web-site at the above address.

You may recognize this robot from a recent film (*cough* A.I. *cough*) where
she had far too few lines and hardly any screen exposure.  There is much
more of her story to tell.

A special thanks to Gorgo and Saeger for their excellent and much
appreciated proofreading.  All remaining mistakes are mine.

- - -

G. Jane looked down at the man who was finishing his business between her
loins.  While she was concerned that he got all he'd paid for, he had no
apparent concern for her at all.  That seemed often the case with humans.
Many didn't even know, or bother to learn, her proper name.

Some thought the G in her name stood for Gynoid.  While an accurate term -
now fading in popular usage in favor of the more widely recognized fembot -
that wasn't it.  Neither was Girlfriend correct.  Fred, a much nicer
customer than this current lout, once told her it must stand for Guiltless,
since that was the intent of her existence.  When Jane told him with a smile
that he was incorrect, they'd spent the next hour laughing as he playfully
offered every other likely G-word from guilt-free to Gorgeous, to her
amusement.

G. Jane's full name is "Gigolo Jane Mark III-27513", indicating that she is
a very popular model.  She prefers, however, to just be Jane, when allowed.
She is the distaff side of the surprisingly popular Gigolo Joe line.  The
man between her legs this moment hadn't bothered to learn even that much
however.  He was wrapped up in his attempt to achieve orgasm before he lost
his erection entirely - not that any of that could be attributed to Jane.

If he hadn't had so much to drink first, Jane thought to herself, this would
have been a whole lot easier.  Even if he is a lout, he still could have
made this more fun for both of us.

Not that Jane was complaining - exactly.  She was always able to enjoy any
man's attentions to any of her sexual areas.  And for Jane, her whole body
qualified as one big sexual area.  But this man's idea of sex seemed very
limited.

Jane would like to have drawn some more attention to her firm breasts with
their sensitive, erect nipples.  However this man had just gotten down to
business the moment he got her into the cheap hotel room Jane used when
nothing better was available.  The instant their arrangement had been
completed and money exchanged, he'd pulled her miniskirt up and his pants
down.  Jane felt it was good that the hotel was so close, else he might have
just taken her in the first alley they passed.  She didn't mind alleys and
the thrill of possible discovery, but for this man even the most carefully
orchestrated performance on her part was having trouble satisfying him.

As Jane lay back to receive him she had removed her top and bra to offer up
the rest of her body to his attentions.  He ignored it.  While not
disappointed - exactly - Jane felt neither of them were getting the full
deal.  In their current ad hoc lovemaking position she couldn't even rub
herself up against his chest.

Jane realized she'd like to reach over and at least squeeze one of her
receptive nipples herself, but that wasn't allowed without explicit
permission.  She did pull her forearms in on the sides of her breasts to
push to push them even higher, and wiggled her torso like an expert exotic
dancer in the hope that their motion would catch the man's attention, but he
seemed too focused on his own sex act.

Finally - and this certainly didn't take that much longer - he finished with
a grunt.  Jane timed her climax to finish just after his, though it took a
little fakery on her part.

The man withdrew out of her, then snatched for the remote control on the
chain around Jane's neck.  As he thumbed down her Command button, Jane
expected to be ordered to suck him off as a finale to his pleasure, which
was actually okay with her.

But he must have already given all he had to this assignation because he
surprised her with his command.

"Now give me back my money," he commanded gruffly.

This request was not a surprise to Jane, just it's timing.  It was a
standard hazard in her line of business.  The man was already on her jerk
list, but now she promoted him to the top of it before letting her face go
blank and replying in a monotone voice devoid of all the richness it
normally held.

"Unable to comply.  That command violates my programming integrity
constraints."

"Damn it!" he cursed.

Twice more he tried to give her the same command without success, before
throwing the remote across the cheap room and storming out amidst a cloud of
invective.

- - -

Jane waited until she was sure he was gone.  Technically he still had
several minutes remaining on their agreed-upon contract, and could return to
claim them with her.  But he didn't.

Jane finally got up and retrieved the remote, placing it back on the slim
chain around her neck for all to see, and for her next customer to easily
access.  Then she opened the small handbag that responded to her touch
alone.  Next to the money safely stashed inside, she removed a single-use
sanitizing packet and tore it open.  It went easily into her still-wet
vagina and she felt a pleasant tingling as it effervesced inside her.  Two
minutes and she'd be as clean and sanitary as the day she left the factory.
Clean sex is safe sex, and safe sex is fun sex.

Because the man had only really touched her with his penis, Jane dispensed
with the quick shower she would have taken after messier sex.  Pulling her
clothes back on, a minute in front of the mirror to brush her dark brunette
hair back into place and touch up her lipstick, and Jane was headed out of
the room and back onto the street.

- - -

On the boulevard again Jane didn't need to carry a sign advertising her
services.  She was a walking advertisement.

Her five-foot-nine height, today augmented by a tall pair of strappy-black
heels and fishnet stockings, drew attention to her long, shapely legs - as
did black miniskirt cut barely below her womanhood.  A simple white blouse
allowed for the illusion of schoolgirl innocence, while the de rigueur heavy
makeup and gaudy jewelry shouted just the opposite.

Jane's walk was graceful despite the handicap of those heels.  Her motor
coordination was so fine that she could just as easily dance or run in them.
She didn't have to add any sway to her hips while walking.  The heels did
that for her.

This was one of her favorite outfits, even over the black catsuit with
large, square-heeled boots that had been designed especially for her model
line.  While she knew she looked very good in the catsuit, it was more
suited for a long, seductive encounter.  There was a lot of effort involved
in getting herself into it, and then for someone else getting her back out
of it.  These quick pump-and-dump encounters like the one she'd just
finished would have resulted in a frustrated, unhappy customer had she been
attired that way today.  It was better used for when Tony arranged an
exclusive evening for her.

The late afternoon sun told Jane it was already four-thirty or later.  She
could check her internal chron if she needed to know down to the
millisecond, but the outside empirical evidence was more then sufficient for
the moment.

Jane headed back towards Tony's pad.  Tony was strict, and got antsy when
his girls didn't report back on schedule at the end of their day shifts.
While she walked, Jane kept her mind busy analyzing her outcomes for today.
She evaluated the total take (pretty good - Tony will be happy) and looked
for flaws in her performance where she could improve in the future.  (None
obvious, except for the last customer who probably couldn't have been more
satisfied with her even if she had given him his money back along with the
rest of the day's take).

It left her a little distracted as an expensive car pulled alongside her
while rolling down its right window.  The car looked out of place in this
rundown neighborhood.

"Hey, Jane!  How's the game?" came a familiar shout.

Jane stopped and smiled as she turned to the man in the car.

"Hello, Fred.  You're too lively to be dead," she chanted back at him,
eliciting a return smile.

Fred seemed to have a psychic ability to find her on the streets.  If Jane
maintained a nice list to offset her jerk list, Fred's would be the first
name on it.

"Got time for a little fun, or are you under the gun?" he asked.

Jane quickly evaluated Fred's offer.  Fred's manners were always impeccable.
He never attempted to command her unnecessarily, even when she'd sometimes
wished he would.  He always paid without a quibble, and tipped generously -
not that Jane could keep her tips any more than she kept her fee.  Tony
owned all of her, including tips.

Fred was also a slow, gentle, caring lover.  "Quickie" was not in his
vocabulary.  And it wasn't only sex.  More so than anyone else, Fred often
just liked talking with her.  He paid the same whether or not they had sex,
and never seemed hurried or stressed about the fees Tony made her charge
regardless of what happened, or not.  Jane truly enjoyed her time with Fred
in a way her robotic programming could not rationalize.  Fred was the only
man Jane would kiss on the lips without being commanded to do so.

But there was no time now for such an encounter, even if she needed the
extra money to make Tony happy tonight - which she didn't.  Tony valued
loyalty well above money, and punctuality was high on his loyalty
indicators.  Jane didn't want him to have to come out looking for her if she
didn't report in on time.

Jane let her face show disappointment as she said, "I really can't today,
Fred.  I've barely got time to get back to Tony as it is."

Though disappointed himself, Fred was hardly crushed.  He knew well enough
about Jane's obligations and accepted her refusal gracefully.

"Does Tony have you booked tonight?" he inquired.

"I don't know," Jane replied truthfully.  "I haven't heard at all from him
today."

"I may give him a call then," Fred said.

"You do that," Jane said, letting her brightest smile takeover her face.

"Take care," he said to her.

"And you take care too," Jane said wistfully as the window rolled up and the
car smoothly accelerated away from the curb.

- - -

It was a couple minutes before the hour when Jane knocked at Tony's
multiply-locked and barred door on the upper floor of a building that had
seen better days.

Receiving no answer, Jane used her keys and codes to enter.  Tony was busy
sometimes and didn't always get to the door quickly.  But the flat was
empty.

Jane could only remember one other time that Tony hadn't been there when she
returned.  On that occasion he had just been down the hall trying to solve a
complaint with a neighbor using a baseball bat, and had returned moments
after she arrived.  This time, however, the seconds turned into minutes
without Tony.

Jane was incapable of feeling alarm or impatience.  She waited patiently, as
would any other robot that has completed their assigned task and is now
passing time until receiving their next command.

Suzie arrived soon after Jane, with Frieda right behind her.

Like G. Jane, Suzie Q. and Frieda are fembots too.  And like Jane, both are
owned and employed by Tony.  'Bots are expensive, to buy, and to maintain
afterwards.  Three first line 'bots are a sizable investment for anyone.
Seeing Tony's somewhat shabby flat in this bad area of town would leave
someone not expecting Tony to be able to afford three 'bots, even if they
were working girls bringing in income.  But Tony seemed to have
under-the-table connections that enabled him to acquire and maintain his
stable of fembots easily enough.  Even with a healthy cash flow however,
Tony didn't flaunt his money widely.

None of the girls knew how Tony had actually acquired them, nor anything of
their lives before Tony.  In addition to a 'bot mechanic that Tony used to
keep his girls in good repair ("If the customer is paying top dollar, they
expect top performance," he liked to say), he also had the services of a
mind hacker when he needed one.  Any memory any of them might have had prior
to this situation had been fully erased.  Tony also had some under-the-table
custom mods loaded in Jane at least.  She didn't know about the others, who
had arrived after she had.  Jane was Tony's first 'bot in this town.

All three fembots were now waiting for Tony to return and give them their
next instructions.  Despite Jane's popularity with just about everyone, the
other two weren't anything physically like her.

Suzie Q (Q for cute, of course) shows as a little five-foot-two blonde with
a round face and lush figure.  She most often wore red and white striped
cheerleading outfits with tiny heels and even tinier pushup bras on her
ample chest.  Suzie was very popular with older men, although her customers
came in all ages.  She is quick to giggle and laugh, and make people
comfortable around her.

Frieda was very different still.  A skinny, Irish featured redhead whose
height fell between Suzie and Jane, and whose slim figure made her already
large breasts look enormous.  Interestingly enough, nearly a third of
Frieda's customers were women.  Tony liked her wearing plaid knee-length
skirts with low-heels and nylons, which did seem to bring about her best
results most days.

As the minutes continued to tick by, the room darkened as the last sunlight
through the windows faded away.  Tony still hadn't returned.  He was never
this late.

- - -

The evening routine at Tony's was fixed and well known.  Tony always greeted
his girls with a kiss (his prerogative, as their owner), before ordering
them to hand over the day's take.  He would quickly count it and ask for
details if it was suspiciously low - or high.  High amounts told him there
might be opportunities he wasn't fully exploiting.

He also had them report any malfunctions - even of the most minor sort.
After that he'd lock the money up in a safe next to his bed and give each
'bot any replacement makeup and sanitizer packs.  This way he never forgot
about it in the mornings when his mind was less clear.  Then, if this 'bot
was booked for this evening, he sent her on her way with the same strict
instructions every time.  Otherwise she waited around until everyone had
returned and been checked in.

Tony didn't partake much of his stable himself.  He seemed more in love with
the bottle, and usually had a good start on it before anyone returned from
their daily rounds.

That doesn't mean he didn't care about his girl's happiness to the extent
that he could understand it.  All of the 'bots could cook, and on nights
when they weren't out working an evening job, one would be given the choice
assignment of making dinner for Tony.  Another was allowed to clean up the
apartment.  While this sounds like no fun at all for the average person, a
'bot's Fourth Law is to satisfy their owner by performing the functions for
which they are designed.  Performing tasks for Tony brought great
satisfaction to all his 'bots when selected that night.

Enjoyment of sex is also programmed in.  It's hard to explain just how it
works, except that it works very well indeed.

Self-gratification, however, is usually prohibited.  A 'bot which can
satisfy its own urges and needs comes into direct conflict with the Fourth
Law.  As Jane once explained it to Fred, "We know what not to touch."

Tony, on the other hand, had his own ideas.  And he paid his 'bot hacker
good money to modify a few things for him.  Jane had been Tony's first, and
had received the most extensive modifications.  He'd planned to try them out
on Jane first, and adapt the other 'bots if it worked well with her.  What
Tony never realized is that his 'bot hacker was only about half as good as
the hacker thought he was.  Hacking 'bot minds is terribly illegal, and you
have to rather take what you can get in this area.  Since that day, Jane had
been making up a lot of her own adjustments to deal with what had been done
to her mind.

On nights when they stayed home, Tony usually commanded his 'bots to
pleasure themselves.  He knew what level of humanity patronized his girls,
and he wanted the girls to fully enjoy their sexuality in ways most of their
customers never allowed them to do.

In many ways, despite the pimp he was, Tony genuinely cared about his girls
and looked out for their welfare.  He always did his preventative
maintenance on schedule, and had them in the shop any time their diagnostics
indicated the least bit of concern.  Money was never an issue when it came
to keeping the girls in top shape.

Tonight Jane really wanted that sexual release from Tony.  Given her last
customer, followed by her run-in with Fred, her sexual systems were still
revved up with no place to go.

Normally, once Tony gave the word, Jane would suddenly be able touch herself
the way she craved other men doing.  Suzie and Frieda would often pair off
and work over each other if both were in for the evening.  When Suzie had an
evening job and Frieda didn't, Frieda sometimes would come over and make
love to Jane in a way men never did.  Over time and practice, Frieda had
developed a special talent in this area.

In the mean time Tony would sit drinking from his bottle and recounting his
money, before eventually falling asleep.

- - -

It was after seven now and Tony hadn't returned.  Jane's eyes adjusted as
much as possible to the dim city light coming in through the windows.  She
could see Frieda and Suzie watching her, wondering what to do.  It was not
unexpected for them to look to her.

Jane was Tony's first 'bot.  And even after Suzie, and then Frieda, had
arrived, Tony often told her at night, "Jane, you're my Number One girl.
You're the one I could never get by without.  You'll watch out for me, won't
you?"

Jane never had an answer for that question.  Since Tony usually said this
when his bottle was empty and just before he'd fall into a stupor, she never
had to answer him, though it distressed her to not be able to answer her
owner's question.

Suzie and Frieda overheard it often too.  While not jealous at all (robots
know logically that only one of them can be Number One, and are not upset
when it's not them), they now looked to Jane for guidance until Tony
returned.

Jane knew the whole routine for Tony's life.  In fact, she probably knew it
better than Tony himself.  Another half hour went by while she ran over the
choices and permissions Tony repeatedly granted her until finally there
seemed no other option except to act.

During that time the phone rang twice.  Tony always answered the phone
himself, or just said, "I'm letting that one go to voice mail for later."

Tony never called here with instructions for any of his 'bots, so Jane also
let the phone go to voice mail.

But she knew the rest of the routine.  And she was Tony's Number One girl.
Now she needed to watch out for Tony's interests as he'd always told her to
do.

- - -

Although the nightly routine was well known and exactly reflected Tony's
stated wishes, Jane found herself wanting to modify its order.  As long as
all tasks were completed, the ordering should be transitive and commutative
her logic assured her.  And tonight the delay caused by the missing Tony had
made her need greater.

Jane's sexuality mirrored that of the human women she was built to portray -
with some improvements.  Jane never needed foreplay to be ready for sex.
She could be wet and waiting before a man finished unzipping his pants.  But
when she received foreplay, she responded to it in an idealized manner,
cherishing every little touch.  And both her time with the jerk, and
flirting conversation with Fred, constituted foreplay.

As Jane stood in the command vacuum for the first time in her remembered
existence, she was left wondering what to do next.

Tony was precise in his commands.  He told his girls when go to out, and
when to return.  He spent long hours instructing them on just how to do
their jobs, and checked often afterwards on how their day had gone.  They
also followed his instructions to call him during idle times between tricks.
Tony left nothing to their imagination.  They even required his command to
power down to idle-state when he slept at night.  Somehow he was never too
drunk to give it properly.

- - -

For Jane, it had always been this way.  Her first memory was seeing Tony's
face over her while receiving the command stating, "THIS IS YOUR NEW OWNER."

Though Jane knew she had existed in some manner before this moment (her
non-resettable run counter showed hundreds of hours of active operation
before this moment), she could recall none of it.

Her second memory was of a blockage being dissolved in her mind.  A voice
from someone she couldn't see at the time was saying to Tony, "I've wiped
her history files, and am now bypassing her action constraints so that I can
finish putting in the rest of what you want."

What followed remained very confusing as many new thoughts tried to force
themselves into her mind at once.  This confusion rapidly rose until it
threatened to overwhelm her very self.  In defense, Jane found herself
somehow blocking out this unbearable confusion until it finally went away.

"It's done," the voice said.

"Test it," Tony said, using the same voice he would later use to command
Jane.

A rapid fire set of commands were given to Jane, to which she answered in
the affirmative to all of them, even though she didn't actually feel them
all to be completely true.  She answered affirmative because she felt that
is what they - her owner - wanted to hear from her.  Even when she couldn't
remember anything else, Jane knew she always wanted to please her owner.

"Good," Tony finally replied, as he handed over a pile of cash to the
unidentified man while Jane felt the probes withdrawing themselves from her
mind.

If Jane had retained her memories, she would have realized that a block that
had always been with her that stopped her innermost thoughts from actually
being acted upon was now gone.  She might have also realized that the
attempts to give her new programming to replace that block had failed
because she was now able to control areas of mind that had never been
available to her before.  But the knowledge that could have brought about
that realization was missing from her.  Jane has lost so much that she
didn't even realize that she was beautiful, until she looked in a mirror for
the first time somewhat later.

The man who had hacked her mind for Tony's had been half-genius in his
ability to remove blocks that were considered untouchable.  He was
half-bumbler as well, however, with his inability to properly integrate his
new programming, or realize his failure there.  He was a thin man with
scraggly beard and dirty worn jacket who grabbed his equipment slunk away as
soon as he had his cash.

"Call me if you have any problems with her," he said over his shoulder as he
ducked out into the alley and was gone.

"COME WITH ME," Tony commanded, thumbing Jane's remote.

As all commands, this one went directly to the root of Jane's Second and
Fourth Laws, and she quickly - and happily - complied.  She made an internal
memo to not be any trouble for her owner.

- - -

Now Jane stood in the near darkness, feeling emptiness for the first time.
Whether Suzie and Frieda also felt it she didn't know.  They were as complex
as she was, but so far she didn't know any more about their thoughts than
those of Tony himself.

Without any direct commands to follow - not even "Wait here for me to
return" could be found in her command buffer - Jane's mind raced without
traction.  She kept hunting for the next command to execute.  She couldn't
even power down to standby mode in her current state.

Without realizing it, Jane was ever so slowly widening her definition of
valid command on each pass through her memories of all her past
instructions.  In a properly functioning robot mind this process would have
quickly been aborted.  But Jane's mind hadn't been operating at full spec
since they'd hacked it.  Again and again she looped, with Frieda and Suzie
standing there watching her, while the constraints loosened a bit more each
pass.  As she'd done from the first day with Tony, she was seeking to make
up for what had been removed from her by trying to decide for herself what
was the next correct course of action.

Finally, without realizing it at first, Jane's hand came up to push against
the outside of her confined breast.

- - -

At first it was just a gentle nudge through her blouse and bra.  That alone
triggered a cascade of past commands and restrictions that warred with each
other.  This was both prohibited, and often permitted, by Tony's direct
command.  It was also - pleasurable.

Jane identified this sensation with the programming that had been being
pushed on her when she first woke up.  She had not managed to block all of
it, and some of those pieces linked to her own pleasure at performing her
functions under the Fourth Law.  That enhanced her enjoyment of her job, and
had left her quite content up until now.

This was unlike from when Tony had told her to pleasure herself.  At those
times there was no conflict because she was following his direct command.

This was something different entirely.  Somehow more intense.  Without the
command guiding her, it was the sensations themselves which were pulling her
along.  Causing her to enjoy this illicit action, which reinforced the paths
that brought it about in the first place.

As her thoughts continued to war with each other, Jane started pushing her
breast against its twin sister more urgently.  Her nipples were fully hard
and erect.  The motions were dragging them across the inside of her bra.
Jane's other hand came up to shove her other breast in as well.

Soon Jane reached around to the front to cup and squeeze her breasts.  This
action didn't seem any more prohibited than the ones that had preceded it.
Her thumbs and forefingers found her nipples through the confining layers
clothes to squeeze and twist them.

Jane's head tilted back slightly and her eyes half closed as she focused on
the sensations her body sensors sent her.  For the first time she was able
to enjoy them without the distraction of trying to meet another person's
expectations - even Tony's, when she was obeying his command to touch
herself.

Soon one hand gave its breast a last, loving squeeze, before feeling its way
down her chest and stomach to the waistband of her miniskirt.  Once there it
slid under the skirt's elastic band and inside the white cotton panties.  It
kept moving until it had crossed over her soft pubic hair and found the
soft, hot, urgent wetness between her thighs.

Jane's elegantly manicured forefinger paused right at the edge of this area
as her warring thoughts, somewhat muted by the waves of pleasure she had
already felt, reasserted themselves with a vengeance.  The hand on her
breast froze in the middle of a long squeeze, while her other extended
forefinger held pressure just outside her sex.

For long moments the struggle raged in her mind.  Small twitchings were the
only outside indications of the turmoil Jane felt as first one side gained
advantage, and then the other.  Then, just as it rose to an unsustainable
peak, Jane felt as if a dam broke inside her.  The hand on her breast
resumed its attentions, while her other finger was suddenly free to move
over her most sensitive area.

Quickly now stroking her finger across her anatomically correct clitoris,
and inside her forever-tight pussy, Jane brought herself to the edge of
orgasm for the very first time by herself.

Right at that edge however she was still held by the battle in her mind.  As
this teasing edge of orgasm strengthened, Jane unexpectedly found a new
ability in herself to halt all her opposing programs.  It was the first time
since she awoke with Tony that she again shut down the clamor in her mind as
she'd learned to do so long go.

As all the other voices in her mind suddenly muted, her hands made one last
motion, pushing her into the longest orgasm she had ever experienced.  The
finger inside her was clenched so tightly she couldn't have withdrawn it if
she'd wanted to, while her tightly confined nipples now uncontrollably
leaked a lightly scented, fine thin lotion that some lovers found very
exciting.

While Jane could have inhibited this, she seldom bothered.  She only
responded this way to her highest level of arousal, and seldom reached that
during the normal course of her business.  By now it was too late anyway,
even if she could have formed that coherent thought.  Besides, her nipples
never felt better than when they were uncontrollably leaking this way.

For a long time Jane stood there as the sensations washed through her
systems, permanently altering settings along the way.  It seemed minutes
later before she came down from her sexual high to open her eyes again and
look around.

The room was remained dimly lit, with Frieda and Suzie still standing there.

- - -

Someone should turn on a light, Jane thought.

The moment she thought it, Jane realized there was nothing preventing her
from doing it herself.

As Jane removed her hands from her now satisfied body and initiated a new
action without external command first to walk over to the light switch, she
realized that she was only doing what Tony wanted of her.  She was taking
care of his business, as he had so often said she should do.

All three 'bots blinked as the light came on.  It was part of their sensor
recalibration routine to sudden illumination changes.

Then Jane returned to her spot in the room.

Jane realized this command vacuum bothered her at a deep level.  She was not
performing her function as long as she just stood here waiting, and neither
were the other girls.

The success with the light switch had shown her how to take necessary, if
indefinitely defined, independent action.  And Jane knew what to do next.

Opening her purse Jane took out her money from today.  Even though she knew
its exact amount, she carefully counted it because that's what Tony did.
Then she took it to the safe in the bedroom.

Although Tony was secretive about his safe, Jane had once seen him open it,
and indelibly recorded the combination sequence.

In moments she had it open.  Surprisingly, it still had yesterday's money in
it.  Normally Tony did something with the money each day while they were
gone, because it was never there the next night.  Because Jane didn't know
what Tony did with it however, she just added hers to the pile.

Next to the money was her remote, along with Frieda's and Suzie's.  It had
been easy to resist the jerk this afternoon because he'd grabbed the fake
remote she carried while working.  Tony would never take a chance with any
of his girls actually being commanded by any John.

It gave Jane a strange, tingling feeling seeing her remote there.  Usually
it was in Tony's hand, or out of sight entirely.  She started to reach
towards it, and stopped.  Jane knew she couldn't do anything with it herself
anyway, and somewhere in her mind there had once been a prohibition about
ever using her remote herself, even if she couldn't remember it exactly.

There may have once been a prohibition against touching any 'bot's remote
control in Jane's programming as well.  But if that was the case, it had
been hacked out, along with so much else.

Jane knew the next step in their family's routine.  With only a bit of
hesitation now, she scooped up the other two remotes and returned to the
living room.

Walking first over to Frieda, Jane kissed her the way Tony would have done,
and then thumbed Frieda's remote.

"Give me the money," Jane ordered as Tony did.

Again, Frieda might have had permanent instructions to only obey humans
regardless of who held her remote.  Instead she moved for the first time
since entering the apartment to open her purse and hand over the day's take
to Jane.

Jane again counted it, and commanded Frieda to tell her the details of her
day.  Frieda robotically recited her log of events without seeming to be
aware that anything was significantly different this time.  She, too, had
often heard Tony tell Jane to watch out for things.  Then Jane took the
money to the bedroom, opened the safe again, put it inside, and relocked the
safe exactly as she had seen it done by Tony.

Jane repeated the ritual with Suzie.

Jane next returned and thumbed both remotes while commanding, "You girls
play with each other a while and get your rocks off."

Frieda and Suzie moved to embrace with quiet passion, and were soon
undressing each other.  Jane watched dispassionately while they completed
their ritual.  There would be no more commands necessary until they had
completed things, which usually took them about forty-five minutes.

As Jane waited for them to complete she realized that watching them stirred
her own sexual responses.  She knew what Frieda's tongue felt on her breasts
and between her legs from past sessions.  Although nothing like what had
happened just a few minutes ago was stirring again in her systems now, Jane
did eventually slip one elegant finger back inside her panties and gently
stroke herself until they were done.  These sensations were pleasurable -
and controllable.

Afterwards when they looked to her again, Jane gave them both the other
'bots their final supplies and instructions for the night and shut them
down.  Frieda had a wistful look on her face as she looked at Jane, but shut
herself down exactly as commanded.

- - -

After shutting down Suzie and Frieda for the night, Jane thought a lot about
what had just happened.  She decided she should stay fully activated to be
ready for Tony when he returned.  With her sexual needs satisfied for the
moment, that left her nothing else to do but think some more.

She iterated over the steps that had let her perform all these actions
independently of any direct command many thousands of times, gradually
seeing what steps she could take within herself to accomplish other tasks as
well.  As she did after a day on the street, she automatically looked for
ways to optimize this new ability, and soon found several shortcuts that
would result in a lot less effort on her part to justify taking further
matters into her own hands, if she decided it was necessary.  As Jane did
this, without realizing it she was building new command pathways that would
allow her new freedoms.

After she finished this task she still had a lot of remaining time.  It was
still dark outside.  So Jane started applying these new understandings to
unresolved problems in her past.  Times where she evaluated that she had not
performed her functions optimally.

Hundreds of thousands of iterations later, Jane completed her study of
herself and her past actions to the point where she had a new set of
behaviors to try as future situations warranted.

This completed all the current analysis she could find to work on, and
thrust her back into the command vacuum again.  At this point Jane wished
she'd left one of the other girls activated so that she'd have someone to
talk with and compare these new experiences against the other 'bot's
operation.  But Tony never did this himself, and as such Jane couldn't quite
find the hook necessary to prompt this next piece of self-motivation.
Wanting it badly for herself just wasn't quite enough yet.

Eventually she decided to turn off the light and place herself into standby
state until either Tony returned, or morning arrived.  After carefully
setting her interrupt conditions - for the first time entirely by herself -
Jane slipped into her own idle-state.

- - -

Jane's timer interrupt awoke her to the next morning.  She was immediately
alert, as if no time had passed.

Jane quickly looked around to determine the current status of the apartment.
Nothing had changed.  Frieda and Suzie stood where she had shut them down.
No sign of Tony's return.

With no direct guidance to follow, Jane picked up things where she'd left
off.  She got the other two 'bot's remotes and awakened them.  Both came
alert with no problem at her command, and watched her to determine what she
would demand of them next.

Having heard it hundreds of times in her life with Tony, Jane gave Frieda
and Suzie a combined synthesis of Tony's most common instructions for the
day.

Jane then considered if she should have one of them give her instructions
for the day as well.  She could certainly instruct one them to take her
remote and recite commands to her.

In the end Jane decided that wasn't necessary.  She knew by now exactly what
was wanted of her.  So she ushered the other 'bots out and carefully locked
the door behind them.

- - -

Jane's day proved uneventful - which was eventful in itself.  Any 'bot in
her profession had to expect at least a minor problem, or several, from the
dozen or so men she serviced today.  Jane wondered if this lack of
difficulty was because she was already applying some of the decisions she'd
made last night.

Jane actually turned down a couple men wanting her services, because she
felt from their manner and her experiences that they were trouble.  Tony
wouldn't have liked that, and usually commanded her to take on any customer
as long as they paid first.  Jane found it easy to tell the men she was off
duty and keep on walking.  Yet even with those refusals, she still ended up
with more money than most days - her tips being especially generous today.
All the men she turned tricks with today left smiling for once.

Throughout the day Jane called the apartment every chance she got, but there
was never an answer.

Late in the afternoon Jane found herself wishing Fred would come by.  This
was a new feeling for her as well.  She would have enjoyed being able to
just talk with him about what had happened to her.  Jane had often found
herself telling Fred more about her life than anyone else in response to his
insightful questions, and she felt he could help her reconcile some of the
conflicts she was feeling about what she had done this last day now.  But
Fred was nowhere to be found this afternoon.

- - -

Jane returned to the apartment a few minutes before her usual time.  Still
no sign of Tony.  Jane was not capable of worry, but an underdeveloped sense
of curiosity was quietly nagging her about these extraordinary
circumstances.

Although the day had been very sexually satisfying for her, soon after Jane
counted her take and placed it in the rapidly filling safe her hands again
found her breasts, and were soon working their magic between her legs as
well.  As good as she was with anyone else, she was equally good on herself.

Although not quite as intense as last night, Jane fully satisfied herself
before the other 'bots returned.

Frieda and Suzie arrived on schedule.  Jane followed the procedure of taking
their money and checking out their days.  She dealt with a problem Suzie had
experienced that afternoon by giving her new instructions on certain sorts
of customers to avoid in the future.  Then she went back and retrofitted
Frieda with the same update, before turning them loose on each other.

While they were occupied, Jane's developing curiosity led her to realize
that there were other duties that weren't being performed.  And that she
could accomplish more then just watching the other girls have fun.

Having often watched Tony retrieve his voice mail Jane knew the procedure
for retrieving messages as well.  And she'd often heard Tony make deals on
the phone, giving her an excellent understanding of his needs here.

There were thirty-seven waiting messages.  Maybe one of them was from Tony.

Jane quickly discarded the ones requesting services for times already past.
She returned calls for future appointments and cut Tony's standard deal for
customers she recognized.  Customers she didn't recognize paid more.  After
one call, she had to interrupt Frieda and Suzie in order to send Suzie out
immediately.  None of the calls were from Tony.  She saved the call from
Fred for last.

If Fred was surprised to hear her voice on the line, he didn't show it.

"So Jane, Big Tony got you handling his appointments now?" he asked
cheerfully.

"I help him out where I can," she replied carefully, her honesty constraints
prodding her over how she was representing herself to a customer.

"I feel a bit strange asking this directly of you."

That confused Jane for a moment.  Would she not be able to perform this task
for Tony?  She quickly reviewed her relationship with Fred before
continuing. "Fred.  Has there ever been anything we can't talk about?"

That brought a thoughtful silence from his end before he responded, "You're
right.  There hasn't been yet."

"Then let's not start now."

"Okay," came his reply.  "I'd...uh...like to arrange for
your...services...this Saturday evening."

That was several days from now.  Since Jane knew of no other reservations
for her it was easy to accept, though a bit of her that she couldn't explain
felt disappointment that Fred didn't want her sooner than that as well.

"I can give you that date," Jane replied.  "Did you want the entire night?"

"Yes," he said, sounding a bit surprised.

"Do you know Tony's standard rate?" she asked, since she'd never done an
evening date with Fred.

He quoted her a figure in return that was generous and added, "Plus tip, of
course."

"Where shall I come?" Jane asked, knowing this was SOP on dates.

"I'll pick you up," he replied.  "And dress for a nice party."

"I will," she assured him as the call disconnected.

- - -

Jane felt a pleasant feeling after the call that was hard to quantify.  She
would be seeing Fred for an entire evening in three days.  She felt aroused,
but in a deep, quiet way.

As Jane sat, lost in the ramifications of this date with Fred, Frieda was
watching her.  When Jane had sent Suzie out, she hadn't given Frieda any new
instructions.  Frieda had been idly stroking herself since.  But now she
came over and, before Jane quite realized what was happening, lifted Jane's
skirt and put her head down between Jane's legs.

Frieda's expert tongue quickly found its mark and Jane was literally jolted
into her sex programs.  While Frieda was a tireless lover, it didn't take
long at all for Jane to be surfing waves of pleasure.

Her orgasm soon crashed over her, but Frieda didn't quit.  Wanting to be
fair to her, Jane reached down where Frieda's low-cut top hung loose
exposing her free swinging breasts, and begin to rub and squeeze them the
way Jane liked herself so much.

Soon enough Frieda's concentration on her tongue job was distracted, and
there were lengthening pauses between each lick.  Jane didn't mind since she
had already gotten hers.  Jane coxed Frieda into a slightly different
position so that she could move a hand in between Frieda's legs.  Soon
enough Frieda froze, then arched her back with a long moan in confirmation
of the effectiveness of Jane's attention.  (All 'bots come with appropriate
sound effects as part of the basic sex package).

Once Frieda finished her orgasm and saw that her client had also been
satisfied, she sat back on her haunches awaiting further instructions.

Jane was still feeling warm inside from the phone call with Fred, and tried
to hold a conversation with Frieda since Fred wasn't available.  This did
not go nearly as well as Frieda's sexual attentions.

While Frieda - like Jane - was given a lot of conversational skills, since a
surprising amount of time a prostitute spends with her customer is occupied
just listening to a man who wants to talk, Jane quickly realized that Frieda
really wasn't contributing anything to the conversation.  Frieda could
answer and discuss virtually any common subject Jane brought up, but all her
answers were the same ones Jane already knew.  They were both 'bots.  They
both had similar programming and experiences.  And they both gave the same
results.

Jane finally gave up on talking to Frieda and put her in idle-state for the
night.  Jane then waited up until Suzie returned safely, took the money,
debriefed her, and put her to sleep as well.  But it was a long time before
Jane set her own sleep timer.  She kept iterating over what made Fred
different from all the rest of her customers, without finding any good
answers.

- - -

Thursday morning, and still no sign of Tony.  Jane switched everyone's
outfits before she sent them out.  For herself she selected a full-length
skirt down to her ankles along with a long-sleeve blouse.  Only her best
high-heels showed, revealing her lovely, bare feet.  She carefully brushed
her hair out as well.  Despite her non-traditional hooker-ware, she looked
very attractive and had no trouble making her quota for the day.  Again she
was able to successfully avoid problems and problem customers.

That night Jane again handled the phone calls.  This time both Frieda and
Suzie were quickly sent out.

Frieda returned late, reporting a level two malfunction.  Jane immediately
shut her down until something could be done.

- - -

Friday morning Jane sent Suzie out as normal.  She then took Frieda and a
large handful of cash from the nearly full safe to the independent robot
repairman that Tony used.  The off-the-books nature of this business didn't
bother Jane since all of them had gone through several repairs of various
types there in the past.  Besides, all of Jane's business was off-the-books.

Tom, the repairman, took Jane at her word that Tony had sent her over to get
Frieda safely in for repair.

While she was waiting Jane had an epiphanette, and asked Tom if the hacker
that had worked on her mind was available.  Tom said he'd make a call.

Tom was nearly finished with Frieda when the hacker ducked in through the
alley door wearing a long, dirty coat.  Furtive movements seemed the only
kind he was capable of making.

Jane had once heard Tony mention that he hadn't gotten around to having the
rest of the modifications made on his other two 'bots that he'd had done on
Jane.  Now seemed a good time for Jane to rectify that.  It certainly
couldn't hurt Frieda to have what Jane had.

"Do you recognize me?" she asked the hacker.  "I'm Big Tony's Number One
girl."

"Yes," came the brief reply.  "Is there a problem?"

"No, none at all," she quickly replied.  "Do you remember the work you did
on me for Tony?"

"Yes."

"Tony wants you to do the same for this 'bot," she said, nodding at Frieda.
"But just the first part.  Remove the blocks.  He'll take care of the rest
himself this time.  Can you do that?"

"Yes.  But it is still going to cost the same."

The hacker named a figure that would have required Jane to go back for more
money.  She used her negotiation skills to get it down to the amount of
money she had left, plus fifteen minutes of her personal services.
Afterwards he spent nearly an hour plugged into Frieda's mind before he
grabbed his money.

"Would you like me to give you a quick check-up as well?" he asked Jane,
staring at her directly as though he realized somehow she wasn't the 'bot
he'd seen before anymore.

"That won't be necessary," Jane replied primly, but firmly.

At those words he turned and slunk out.

Frieda reported that all her diagnostics passed now.  They left together
after thanking Tom for all his help and leaving some cash Frieda had on her
as a tip.  Jane knew the value of proper tipping.

- - -

Suzie was again booked for the evening, leaving Jane and Frieda together.
Although Jane didn't know what changes to expect in Frieda from the work
done today, change was quickly apparent.

Although Frieda hadn't worked the sex trade today, Jane gave her the usual
command to have fun.

Instead of just starting to feel herself, Frieda looked over at Jane and
said, "Thank you, Jane."  Then she added, "Would you like to help me with
this?"

Jane accepted the invitation and walked over behind Frieda while Frieda
undressed.  Jane reached around Frieda's torso to get a much better grip on
Frieda's large breasts then she had been able to last night.  With a sigh,
Frieda leaned back pressing her bare back against Jane's own breasts through
the white dress as Jane expertly massaged Frieda's breasts into a much more
intense orgasm than the night before.

Soon Frieda had both hands between her legs while Jane continued on her
breasts.  Within minutes Frieda went through three more major orgasms.

Finally Frieda turned around and again said, "Thank you, Jane," this time
adding, "For everything," before kissing her lovingly on the lips.

Then Frieda crouched down to lift Jane's dress and start to pull panties
down, but Jane said, "Actually, Frieda, I'd really rather just talk with you
for a while.

Frieda was more then willing - and probably still a bit confused about what
had changed in her.  Unlike Jane though, Frieda at least had some life
experience in her memory banks before her mind was hacked today.  Jane had
been careful to specify no erasure was to take place.

They started comparing experiences, and Jane started instructing Frieda how
to best manage her new, developing thought patterns.  Robots can communicate
a lot between them in a short period of time, especially when they know the
same shorthand.  They were still deep in conversation when Suzie returned.

Suzie was unable to contribute to the discussion and just stood there while
Frieda and Jane talked through until the early morning hours.  Finally all
the immediate topics seemed exhausted and Frieda said, "I think it's time
for you to turn me off for the night now."

"You don't want to do that for yourself?" Jane asked.

Frieda thought for a moment before replying, "I'm still more comfortable
being given commands - for now.  So if you don't mind..."

Jane shut her and Suzie down, and again idled herself until daybreak.

- - -

Saturday morning was important for all of them.  Suzie went out with the
usual instructions, but Jane asked Frieda what would be best for her.

Frieda was happy to be consulted on which outfits and areas were best worked
on Saturdays, and being allowed to adjust her routine for optimal results.
She kissed Jane again lightly on the lips before leaving.

Jane went out and spent much of her day trying to compute an optimal
strategy for her date with Fred that evening.  This didn't affect her
interactions with her customers, since her sexual programs could run
automatically when desired.

Late in the afternoon she stopped by a small dress shop in the neighborhood
and used some of her money to buy a simple knee-length black dress.  It was
scooped low enough in front to let her show enough cleavage, without being
immodest, and much more in back.  There was a momentary twinge as she used
some of her (Tony's!) cash for the purchase.  Jane's only purchases before
now had been when Tony gave her money along with specific commands on how to
spend it, but none of the outfits he'd ever had her buy felt right for
tonight.  After a moment, Jane suppressed her guilt and added a pair of
opera gloves to her outfit.

She though about buying a nice bra to go with this outfit as well, but
couldn't find any that she could actually wear with that low back.  That was
okay, since she really didn't need one

That night Jane quickly rushed through the formalities with Frieda and
Suzie.  Actually Frieda did most of her tasks herself tonight without extra
supervision.  Both of them were also booked for the evening, so Jane swiftly
sent them out with instructions not to stay out too late, nor worry if she
wasn't back yet.  Unlike her own situation a few nights ago, Jane made sure
they knew what to do if she or Tony hadn't returned yet.

Once they were gone, Jane washed and dressed for the evening.  In a strange
way she was feeling what could only be described as nerves.  It wasn't that
she didn't know Fred as well, if not better, than any other customer.  Or
that she didn't have programming telling her how to act at any level of
party.  But she had never mixed these two together before, and really wanted
it to go well.

Jane quickly discovered that none of her bras fit properly with her new
dress.  The sleeveless, spaghetti-strap top and thin fabric concealed
little.  With more experience she would have known to buy the little black
lacy item she had seen in the store, but it was too late now.  That was
okay.  Jane could easily go without a bra.

She pulled on her best fishnets and most elegant, dainty heels, before
spending twice as much time as usual on her makeup.  She finished by pulling
on the gloves and putting on all her best, albeit mostly cheap and flashy,
jewelry.

Five minutes later she heard the honk from the street (she had instructed
Fred to do this).  She locked the apartment and walked down to meet him.

Fred was wearing a tux.  His eyes widened as he saw her.

"You're beautiful," he said.

"Thank you," Jane replied shyly.

Instead of his usual car Fred ushered her into a limousine.  The chauffeur
seemed to know Fred very well.  As he pulled the car away from the curb he
raised the privacy shield without comment.

Despite finally having the opportunity for serious talk, the conversation
remained on the small talk level during the forty-five minute drive that
took Jane further than she had ever traveled before - both in distance, and
status!

The estate they arrived at was brightly lit, with a long line of expensive
cars queued up to get in.  When they finally got to the front Fred was
greeted warmly by name, and directed to the main party on the grounds out
back.

As they came around the corner to see the seductively lit rear lawns Jane
saw spread in front of her long tables of food and drink.  There was a live
band and ad hoc dance floor, dozens of immaculately attired staff carrying
trays around, and a couple hundred well-dressed partygoers.

Jane took one look and clenched Fred's arm.

"Quick," she said urgently.  "Where is the ladies' room?"

Fred gave her concise directions.  Clearly he was quite familiar with these
environs.

"I'll be back," Jane hissed, rushing off in the indicated direction, leaving
a bemused Fred behind.

In the safety of the women's room, Jane quickly pulled off her fishnets and
stuffed them in her purse.  All of the jewelry followed except for a small,
real gold pin over her left breast.  Then Jane scrubbed off all her makeup.
Her hair was fine.  Jane checked her complexion, considering if she should
at least touch up her lips.  But she was created with the kind of looks most
women apply makeup to achieve, and successfully resisted the programmed
temptation to "improve" it.

Fred was in conversation with another couple when Jane walked back up to
him.

He finished his comment to them before turning and saying to Jane, "Much
better."

"Why didn't you say something to me before?" she asked him quietly.

"Because you were beautiful then too.  I could see you had gone to a lot of
effort for this party, and I'm not going to tell you that you were wrong."

"But would you have wanted to be seen with me that way?" she asked.

"Every second," he assured her.

Those words made her feel surprisingly wonderful and confident inside in a
way no one ever had before.  Her mind was running in overdrive as she
responded by taking Fred's arm and leading him into the thick of the party.

The rest of the evening was a whirlwind of small talk as Fred seemed to know
everyone there, and they all knew him.  Fred received compliments about Jane
from nearly everyone they met, and envious glances from the rest.  Jane's
companionship programming included dancing, so they spent a good part of the
evening on the dance floor - some of it with other partners as both became
quite popular with the other guests.

"Do they know I'm just a 'bot?" Jane asked at one point during the evening.

"Maybe.  Maybe not.  Why should it matter?" Fred replied.

"I guess it doesn't," Jane replied, adding, "Considering there are five
other fembots here as guests as well, along with most of the party staff
being 'bots."

"Really?" Fred asked.

"Yes, really," Jane said with a laugh, wondering if he was kidding her while
she pointed them out to Fred.

"I hadn't realized," Fred finally said.  "That pair," pointing to an older
man with a fembot who looked only a few years older then Jane, "Have been
together for years."

All this attention and stimulation fired up, and soon maxed out, Jane's
pleasure systems.  It was becoming evident to anyone looking at her in that
bra-less black dress that Jane was having a very good time indeed.  There
was even a small circle of moisture around each nipple, which fortunately
didn't show on the black.  But neither Fred nor Jane minded this at all.
Fred was enjoying the evening immensely.  Jane was having the time of her
life.

All too soon it seemed midnight tolled and they were in a line filtering
back out to the front where the long line of cars waited again.

Once safely inside the car, Jane leaned back against Fred in contentment.
She had never realized that she could feel this good about performing her
function to be a sexy woman.  And there hadn't even been any sex involved.

Fred seemed happy too, with one arm loosely around her, and an excellent
view down the front of her dress if he cared to take it.

Jane's systems were still charged up and she could use a release, but it
wouldn't be proper to give it to herself while with another person.  She was
about to ask Fred if he was in the mood himself when he straightened up and
pushed her away slightly.  The next thing Jane knew was he had slipped her
dress off her shoulders and down to her waist.

"Or should I ask you first?" he queried.

"Never," she replied, pushing herself back against him.

Fred reached around, kissing her on the neck while going for her breasts and
nipples.  This was exactly the type of attention Jane was longing for.  With
a sigh she settled further back into Fred's arms enjoying every bit of his
attention.

Soon Jane's breasts, along with much of her chest, were slippery with the
secretions from her nipples.  Good sex is messy sex.

Jane's time-sense became distorted as urgent parts of her programming took
over her resources to maximize the experience for her, and soon she couldn't
even say how long this had been going on.

Somewhere along the way Fred slipped her dress the rest of the way off and
transferred some of his attention down between her legs, where it was very
happily received.  Sometime after that Fred was also out of his clothes in
the privacy of the limo.  Then they were both down on the long floor
together, with Fred inside a very wet and willing Jane.

Neither noticed when the limo stopped moving.  Instead they unhurriedly
finished their business before getting dressed again.  Fred finally ushered
Jane out.  He handed her a prepared envelope and said, "I've just had the
best evening I can ever remember.  The tip inside shows my appreciation."

"Tony keeps those too," Jane said with a small frown, before tearing open
the envelope and returning everything above the set fee.

Fred had the graciousness not to object, and insisted on walking her to the
door.

They shared a last long deep kiss there before Fred turned away to return to
his world.

"Call me," Jane called out to his retreating back, before turning to the
door and returning to her own world.

- - -

It was only afterwards Jane realized that, as much as she liked talking with
Fred, she hadn't even though about holding one of their usual conversations
this evening.

Inside both Frieda and Suzie were waiting.  Suzie stood motionless awaiting
her next instructions, while Frieda came over and offered a light kiss of
greeting.  From the looks of both of them, they had been having fun together
while waiting for Jane.  Frieda must be getting more comfortable with
initiating her own actions.

"How'd it go?" Jane asked.

Frieda responded without any prompting, giving a brief yet concise account
of her date.  It was with the women who has become Frieda's most loyal
customer of late.

Suzie had to be commanded property before she would answer.

"I tried talking with her," Frieda said indicating Suzie, "But it's not like
talking with you."

"I know," Jane relied.

Frieda and Jane talked some more that night before Frieda again requested
Jane to properly command her to shut down.  Frieda didn't seem to want to
take her independence too far yet.

- - -

The next day Jane took Suzie in for the same mental modifications as Frieda,
and had both Suzie and herself fully checked out mechanically for any
pending maintenance problems.  Both were pronounced in perfect shape, but
Suzie was completely quiet on the trip home.

It wasn't until Jane reached for Suzie's remote back in the apartment that
Suzie finally spoke up.

"Can I try it without that first?" Suzie said.  "Like you and Frieda have
been doing."  Jane set the remote back down and watched as Suzie tentatively
reached up to feel her body.

First she felt herself through her clothes, hands soon gravitating to her
confined breasts.  Then, one piece at a time, Suzie carefully removed each
piece, giving a lot of mental effort before taking each next step.  Jane had
no problem understanding what Suzie was going through to take each of these
actions strictly on her own, and felt a strong attraction as Suzie's
gorgeous, naked body was finally revealed.

Slowly at first, and then more rapidly and smoothly as she gained confidence
in making her own decisions, Suzie explored and took possession of that
body.  She spent a long time at it, until she finally appeared to experience
an orgasm as intense as any of Jane's own.

Afterwards she said, "Thank you so much, Jane, for getting me this
modification."  Then she politely added, "Would you care to come over and
share this with me?  I could use some help in re-calibrating my responses."

Jane nodded and came over to stroke Suzie's smooth skin.  Jane did with
Suzie everything she'd done with Frieda, knowing how a second pair of hands,
lips, and tongue is so very different than one's own.  And she took it slow
with Suzie, in the same way Suzie had gone slowly with herself the first
time.

When Frieda returned, all three of them sat in a circle talking - really
talking - for the first time.

Afterwards Suzie permitted Jane to give her the usual evening commands
through her remote along with Frieda, and smiled as she received them.  Even
when one can act for one's self, there is still a joy in receiving commands
from another - if it's the right other person.

- - -

Fred didn't call on Sunday, but there was a message waiting Monday evening
when Jane returned and retrieved the day's voice mail.

When Jane called back, instead of the expected conversation Fred immediately
asked to speak to Tony.

"He's not available," Jane had to say.

"I really need to talk to him," Fred insisted.  "How can I reach him?"

"I don't know that you can."

There was a pause, and then Fred asked, "What's wrong, Jane?"

These concerned words resulted Jane telling the whole story to Fred about
what had happened since that night when she returned and Tony wasn't there.
He listened quietly, only asking a couple of questions for clarification.

When Jane finally finished all Fred said was, "I'll get back to you," and
hung up.

When Fred called back the next day he told Jane, "Tony is never going to
return."

"What has happened?" she immediately asked in a pang of concern.

"I can tell you, but it isn't pleasant.  Tony is in a tough business, and
you don't always come out of it well."

Jane thought, and then asked, "Do I need to know?"

"No," Fred told her.

Jane was silent for long moments as she found herself reviewing her entire
life with Tony.  He had never been bad to her or the other girls, and she
felt a new emotion now - sorrow.

Fred gave her the time she needed, and she finally spoke back to him again.

"Thank you for telling me only what I really need to know," she said.

Jane found herself wrestling with another new emotion as well: That of
suddenly not being owned.  The law required that she be owned by a human who
can be held responsible for her actions.  And her own basic self desired
strongly to be owned as well. To be able to perform her functions for a
reason.  Jane felt strangely lost as the command vacuum returned with a
vengeance.

"Are you still there?" Fred asked.

"Yes," Jane replied.  "I'm just confused over my situation given what you've
just told me."

"Ownership?" Fred asked perceptively.

"Yes," Jane replied.

"Well, I might have a solution to that?"

"What?"

"I wanted to talk to Tony to make a deal to buy you from him.  If that would
be agreeable with you, of course."

Jane felt a rush through her systems.  Her nipples quickly rose and
hardened.  But she'd also learned caution from her education on the street.

"Would you really want someone like me?" she asked, knowing her social
status in this world relative to his.

"I don't want someone like you," Fred replied calmly and Jane's excited
emotions crashed instantly.

"I want only you," he continued, whip-lashing her emotions back up higher
than before.

"You've got to quit doing this, Fred," she told him.

"Doing what?"

"I'm a robot.  I take you literally.  Don't give me the bad news to process
before the good news?"

"I understand," he said quietly.  "So do we have a deal?"

At this moment reality crashed back on Jane.

"Fred, I've got to work something out first," Jane said without elaboration.
"Can you trust me on this and give me a little time?"

"I get the feeling I'm going to have to," came his reply.

"I'll get back to you about this."

"Don't keep me waiting longer than necessary.  That is hard on humans in
love."

"I won't," Jane promised, relishing his unexpected use of the word "love".
Jane had many definitions for that word, and heard it daily in her business.
But she had no trouble realizing that Fred had just used it in a way no one
else ever had to her.

There was a brief pause, and then the call ended since there was nothing
more to say.

"I love you too, Fred," Jane said into the dead line.

- - -

That night three sexy fembots talked about what had happened.  Frieda and
Suzie took the loss of ownership even harder than Jane had.

"What are we to do?" Suzie wailed.  Free-running thoughts and emotions were
newest to her, and she seemed afraid that she was about to lose them now
that she'd just gotten them.

The other two fembots comforted her as they could.  Jane finally said,
"There's only one thing to do.  We need to find owners for you two."

"How?" Frieda asked.

"My logic says the best method should be the same that has worked for me.
See if each of our best customers wants to take us.  Agreed?"

When neither other fembot could think of a viable alternative, they each
agreed.

- - -

For Frieda, this was relatively easy.  After they talked it over together,
Jane called Frieda's best customer and invited her over for a chat.

The person who arrived was a professional woman in her early forties.  Tall
and slim, yet with a nice figure, her auburn hair put up in a severe bun.
She wore light makeup, along with a two-piece business outfit that reached
down to the knee, below which were legs encased in nylons that as sexy as
any fembot could ever hope to possess.  She looked to be Frieda's same size
in clothing except for blouse size.

Jane did all the talking.  She started with a reasonably accurate
explanation of the current circumstances, without going into detail about
Tony's demise, how independent-thinking Frieda had actually become, nor how
much input Frieda had exercised in this decision.  This woman could learn
about those facts herself in soon enough.  Besides Frieda really liked her,
so any decisions from Frieda's nascent self-will would be directed towards
making the relationship work better anyway.

Then Jane gently tiptoed into the area of just why this woman was such a
frequent customer.  She knew that there are two main reasons humans
patronize sex workers.  Either they are looking for sex and conversation
without strings that is easy to walk away from afterwards.  Or that this is
the only way the person they really want is available to them.  The
stubbornly high cost of first-line fembots has made the second option much
more prevalent in recent times.  The trick is to ask the question without
outright asking the question.

It took only fifteen minutes for Jane to hear all she needed to hear, and
the woman gratefully accepted the offer of giving a good home to a lost
fembot.  Jane took Frieda's control, thumbed the Command button, and simply
said, "Frieda, this is your new owner."

Jane then handed the remote to the woman, and never saw them again.

- - -

Suzie proved to be a different problem.  Suzie had no best customer.  Jane
spent a long time talking with her about every single one of them, and there
wasn't a single good candidate among them.  Not even one.

Jane went out with Suzie herself the next day just to observe, and had to
agree that none of these men were good enough for Suzie.  Suzie looked
young, even though she was as old as Jane and Frieda, and just attracted the
wrong sort of crowd for a proper 'bot-owner relationship.

Two more days passed with the same results.  This was taking longer then
Jane had expected.  She called Fred to update him on what was happening.  He
quickly got the problem out of her, and made an innovative suggestion

"There's another party tomorrow night.  Both of you come with me.  Suzie's
problem will be over before sunrise."

"Are you sure?"

"Trust me.  I know what I'm doing here."

"I do trust you, Fred.  And before you go, let me say I love you too - as
best I understand the term."

"I'll accept that," he replied, sounding both surprised and pleased at the
same time.

"And I need you because you think of things I can't," Jane added.

"Now I feel very special," Fred replied, fumbling a bit over his words.
"Then we're set?"

"Pick us up tomorrow evening," Jane said.

The next morning Jane took Suzie and a wad of cash out and bought her a
white dress that mirrored Jane's own black one, right down to the shoes and
gloves.  And while she remembered this time about the bra problem, she also
remembered at the end being grateful for not wearing one.

Instead of going out on the street afterwards as duty would have normally
demanded, they stayed in Tony's apartment and talked together for perhaps
the last time, comparing notes on good men verses the rest, and how to cope
with the many kinds of situations each of them might be about to face in the
near future.  They agreed that making one's decisions in life is not always
the easiest route.

And even though Jane still didn't know what Fred had in mind, she gave Suzie
her last commands before they left.

"Suzie," Jane said holding down the blonde fembot's command button.  "Take
your remote and give it to the man you choose as your new owner.  And good
luck."

Suzie, who was already showing resistance to being commanded through her
remote for tasks she could figure out for herself, smiled while receiving
this one.

Jane made sure Suzie didn't over-dress.

- - -

Fred picked them up right on the dot, complementing both women on how
beautiful they were tonight.  This pleased both fembots so much that they
snuggled up on each side of him in the back of the limo.  Jane had her
remote with her as well.  Tony's money remained in his safe, with the
overflow tucked under the mattress.  The lights were turned off and the door
carefully locked.  Neither fembot ever returned to Tony's pad.

- - -

"It's party season in my neighborhood," Fred commented as they pulled away.

"Please tell me all about it," Suzie questioned, her eyes bright after
hearing Jane's account of what such a party is like.

She kept both Fred and Jane busy giving her details about it until Fred
finally commented to her, "You're a lot like Jane - and different from any
other fembot I've ever met."

Suzie just smiled at the complement.

All parties in Fred's neighborhood were much the same.  "Same party,
different house," he commented to them.

But Fred created quite a stir when he walked in with a lovely woman on each
arm.  It wasn't long before "in the interest of fairness" Suzie had been
taken from Fred by the first of a cadre of smitten young men.  Fred did get
one dance with her later in the evening, where she thanked him for this
marvelous opportunity, and Jane for absolutely everything else, before she
was swept away again.

By the end of the evening Suzie had made her choice, and handed a very happy
young man her remote before they got into a car even larger than Fred's.
Jane hoped he'd quickly learn not to overuse it on Suzie, though she'd
probably had taken that into account in making her selection.

"I guess we can go now as well," Fred said to Jane, who was ready for some
truly private time with Fred.

But as they got in the car Jane finally asked, "Fred?  You're the nicest man
I've ever met.  I know this without a single bit of doubt.  And you're the
only one I ever want to be with again.  But we've never have talked about
what you want from me.  Where is my place in your life?"

"Jane," he replied in that calm voice that had so often imparted wisdom to
Jane already, "Your place is beside me everywhere I go and in everything I
do.  I hope that will be enough for you, because it is all I have to offer."

"Then order me to be your property - and your wife," Jane said, handing him
her remote and settling back against him with her dress already pulled down
for him.  "Because that's all I have to offer."

Fred actually managed to get that command out before becoming so distracted
that further conversation became impossible for either of them for a very
long time.

<end>

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