Zoe had reluctantly agreed to go out with some of her coworkers on a Monday night. Dana had assured her Mrs. Taylor would understand if the bride-to-be showed up a little late or not at all on Tuesday. It’s not every day you get engaged, or at least it’s not every day you tell your coworkers about getting engaged.
Camilla still wasn’t coming, but she let the other girls borrow her mini-van for the outing. It had been decided that Zoe should get picked up last. Dana was driving and Christine was in the front seat, plugged into the cigarette lighter. She hadn’t gotten a full charge the night before and didn’t want to suddenly go low on juice in the middle of a dance floor. Ava and Katie were in the backseat making out like it was prom night. Katie had left her arousal levels high, as usual, and Ava didn’t see the harm in taking some of the edge off. It wasn’t the first time the two of them had gone club hopping, and they had quickly discovered that guys loved watching two attractive ladies in brief party dresses get to second base with one another.
“Will you two cut it out back there?” Dana was obviously more stressed out than the other girls in the van.
Katie came up and pouted a little bit as she and Ava scooted to either side of the backseat bench. “What’s the big deal? We were going to stop when you stopped at Zoe’s place. And it’s not like you can tell we were making out.”
It was true. There wasn’t a smudge on their makeup or a hair out of place. The institute had crafted new head units for all of them and sent a technician with the modules to each of their homes. It took 5 minutes to create the image of an entire afternoon at a beauty salon. Actually, Dana mused as she checked herself out in one of the mirrors again, it was beyond that. Her nose was a slightly more attractive shape and her eyes were a more sparkling hazel. Zoe wouldn’t be able to notice, especially in the low-light situation, but the Institute had gone above and beyond to make Zoe the ugly duckling of the group.
“Remember, you should act drunk, but you can’t be drunk. We want this to go off without a hitch, but if she gets weirded out, we’ve got that excuse to fall back on.”
“Yes, Mom, we all downloaded the same plan.” Katie giggled at Ava’s snarky remark.
“Hey, I shouldn’t be the only one worried here. We screw this up and Dr. Dyson’s daughter-in-law stays organic. I don’t want to know what her reaction to that would be, or what she’d do to us for screwing up.
Christine picked an opportune moment to finish charging, “Did we actually get a threat? I’ve never heard of Dr. Dyson issuing threats.”
“There wasn’t anything explicit, but what would you do if you were in her position and three random office android girls screwed over a member of your family? And on the flipside, what would you do for the girls that convinced her to become a synthetic woman?”
The van fell silent as it pulled up to Zoe and Neil’s apartment. Zoe was already waiting outside for them. Katie opened the door for her and Zoe slipped into one of the captain’s chairs between the four other ladies. She was wearing a jacket over her green dress, but the other women could tell that it looked nice and so did she. She hadn’t done much with her hair, but she had done up her face well.
Of course, it wasn’t enough to make Zoe feel good about herself when she scanned the other passengers of the van while exchanging greetings. The other looked drop-dead gorgeous as though they had spent the entire day getting ready. Plus they were wearing outfits that made hers look like a potato sack. Not just in style, but in the lack of coverage provided.
“Aren’t you all cold? It’s like 50 degrees outside.” The question struck Zoe as it was coming out of her mouth. At least it was better than the other comments on the lack of clothing in the vehicle she had tested in her brain.
Dana tensed up. How could she have been so stupid? She didn’t even have the heater on in the van. They all had gotten used to just shutting off or tuning down those sensors when it got uncomfortable.
Ava was the one who covered, “trust me, it’s going to be plenty hot once we get inside the club with all those people. Besides, I for one like a little chill in the air. Sweat stinks.” It didn’t really explain why they had no jackets on now, but Christine turned the heat up in the van in the most subtle way she could. And all four of them changed their settings so they would shiver a little when they went outside.
They chattered idly, pressing Zoe for details about the wedding. She didn’t really have any details yet, but it killed time. Then Ava started a line of questioning they were all interested in, but were afraid to broach.
“So, have you met Neil’s family? What are they like?”
Zoe didn’t pick up on the pricked up ears in the van. “I actually haven’t had that much interaction with them. I know his parents are still together, although they had problems when Neil was in High School and college. I haven’t met them yet, but I did meet his sister.” Zoe decided not to mention the probably extensive plastic surgery. “She’s a real sweetheart, and she’s really close to Neil.
The other girls nodded along respectfully. Ava and Christine didn’t know Dr. Dyson had a daughter too. Only Katie had heard about Dyson’s marital problems as an organic woman. They owed her so much, and idolized her for her achievements, but they didn’t really know Dr. Dyson all that well.
“Are you ok?” Zoe had caught onto the shared silence of the pensive synthetics.
“Yeah. Oh look, here we are, turn left here, Dana.” Christine pointed out the parking lot to Dana. The poor attendant never had a chance of gathering up enough spare brain cells to ask the hot women in the front of the van for money to park.
They all filed out with Dana leading the way and breaking the neck of the interested parking attendant again. Zoe smirked from the rear that it was a thick grilled cheese on wheat. Two brunettes with three blondes in between. She was a little surprised that there was a line into the club on a cold weeknight. Even so, heads turned when their group walked past the rope line toward the entrance. Zoe was a little embarrassed at the attention, until she realized only small bits of it were aimed at her.
She tried to keep up with the other girls, but they were walking quickly and gracefully in their heels, while Zoe wished she had gone with something flatter. Dana barely had to say two words to the bouncer before he let her past the velvet rope. Ava, Christine, and Katie followed close behind. Zoe was two steps back and had the rope close in front of her.
“End of the line, lady.”
“But, I’m with those other four.” Zoe was further embarrassed as the bouncer stood there silently staring her down. It was a tense 15 seconds before Katie doubled back and convinced the bouncer to let Zoe in.
The scene inside was more of the same. Dana had wrangled a booth away from some guys and the five of them ordered a round. Or rather, they ordered a round and some guys paid for them. It’s not exactly what Zoe had in mind when Ava had offered to get the first round, but booze was booze.
All through the night, at least one of her coworkers was at her side, either at the table or on the dance floor. And regardless of who it was, all the attention went to Zoe’s coworker first. Unless it was two guys and one was acting as the wingman, chatting up the hottie’s not so hot girlfriend. Even when the girls tried to deflect some of the attention to Zoe, it only made her feel pathetic. And she could swear she could hear the other girls talking about her once they got just barely out of audible range. Rationally, she knew she was engaged and couldn’t (wouldn’t) do anything with these guys, but it was the principle of the thing.
So at the moment, Zoe was half-listening to Christine talk about French cuisine. The other half was watching Katie get her freak on out on the dance floor. She was surrounded by about three guys and finding a way to be in contact with all of their crotches at once. Jesus, what a slut. A little voice bemoaned the fact that she hadn’t even gotten the opportunity to be that slutty.
Zoe brushed that thought aside and a few moments later Katie pulled down the top of her dress and let her breasts bounce freely out on the dance floor. The men were shocked for a moment before letting out a cheer and trying to get a hand on all the exposed boob. Zoe was flabbergasted. Christine turned to look and was shocked as well, albeit for slightly different reasons.
Dana heard the extra-loud whoops and caught sight of Katie’s nipples. She grabbed her purse and quickly got over to Katie. She managed to yank Katie’s dress back up and lead her off the floor before Katie’s admirers stopped their booing and tried to grab her. The two of them got into the ladies room and into a stall. By some miracle there was one open.
“If you wanted to make out, Dana, we could have done it out there, no one would have minded,” Katie looked smashed. Dana was furious and grabbed a cable out of her purse. They couldn’t talk in here, but they could exchange messages over a hard link.
Dana hiked up the bottom of her dress and opened her paplexus panel.
“Ooh, you are excited, aren’t you?” Katie began giggling, but Dana was in no mood. She motioned toward the open panel as a way of telling Katie to do the same. Katie giggled some more, but complied. Dana connected both ends of the table and began a silent conversation.
What the fuck was that? Flashing your tits? With Zoe watching?
VX8753 rolled her eyes, sorry for having fun, mom.
VX9319 could have slapped her, instead she checked on VX8753’s alcohol emulation software. Sure enough, she was acting like she could have blown a .16 on a BAC test. The software wasn’t equipped to be on without affecting decision-making, and it was designed to react to actual alcohol consumption.
Turn off your drunk emulator. It isn’t working right.
But you said we had to act drunk for Zoe. Mmm, those lips would be so good around my nips right about now. VX8753 was beginning to reach back into her dress. VX9319 stopped her and repeated the command. The older-model android reluctantly complied and immediately returned to normal.
Oh shit, did I really just do that?
Dana frowned, unplugged the two of them, and stowed the wire. “Let’s get back out there and try to be on your best behavior. But we’re going to stay away from Zoe for a little while longer, ok?” Katie quietly nodded and readjusted her breasts inside her dress.
Meanwhile, Ava had rejoined Christine and Zoe. Zoe filled Ava in on what Katie had done. Christine took the opportunity to steer the conversation toward sex. It was pretty easy, given the four mixed drinks Zoe had in her. And given the public display, one question flowed naturally
Christine asked, “so where’s the weirdest place you ever made love?”
From an organic woman’s perspective, a robotics laboratory would place high on any list. For Ava and Christine, that was like having sex in the backseat of a car. Big whoop.
Ava went first, “One time, my boyfriend Robert and I were at this fancy hotel with one of those glass elevators. It was late at night, so he stopped the elevator near the top floor and hiked up my skirt. So I bent over and let him take me from behind while I looked over the city all lit up.”
Zoe assumed she had merely forgotten to mention what happened to her panties. It was still a nice story, and Zoe felt embarrassed going after it. Christine picked up on that and went next.
“So I was dating this golf pro at a private country club and during this big soiree we snuck away and made love on the 16th green, out there in the open, in the moonlight. So we came back and there was some formal dancing going on. We did that, and I was fairly certain we had kept our clothes clean. But at the end I look back and there were about a dozen blades of grass on the dance floor that must have fallen out the back of my dress after being wedged up somewhere.”
Ava and Christine giggled at that much more than Zoe did.
“Come on Zoe, what’s your story?” Christine asked and Ava repeated it, egging her on.
“Really, no, it’s embarrassing.”
“Oh, I doubt it’s that bad. We’re all adults here, anyway. You can tell us.”
“Fine, in the living room of an apartment I shared with this girl in college. No glass elevators, no moonlight, just a stained couch.”
Christine stopped herself before asking if it was the roommate Zoe was fucking. Ava had a better response, “that’s fine, not everyone gets a thrill from having sex in weird places.” She paused before continuing. “Do you and Neil do any... roleplaying?”
“Roleplaying?”
Christine jumped in, “You know, pretending to be other people. Like he’s the boss and you’re his secretary being called into his office for some Dick-tation.” She managed to say it in such a way that the extra k was obvious.
“N-not really.” If Zoe had a little less rum in her system, she might have been worried about talking about this stuff. “We have really good sex doing things the normal way. Neil has an awesome cock and an awesomer tongue.”
The other two girls were amused, but maybe not surprised that Dyson’s son was an expert at sex as well. Christine continued, “You should try it sometime. Rent or cobble together a schoolgirl costume and play schoolmaster and truant girl.”
Zoe was barely sober enough to grasp ‘truant’, but remained somewhat intrigued.
Ava came forward with the big one, “But my favorite is Robot and Master.”
When Zoe didn’t look appalled, Christine jumped in. “Oh yeah, that’s my favorite too. Every guy I’ve done it with just couldn’t get enough.”
“And it feels so sexy pretending to be a perfect, obedient android woman.” Ava worried she was laying it on too thick, but Zoe was still paying attention. “I act like he’s activating me, I do a few orders, and it’s so hot. Even when I don’t try to ham it up by making beeping sounds.”
Before Ava or Christine could go further, Dana showed up.
“Alright, I’ve got Katie in a state resembling a normal human, I think we should go now.”
NEXT!
