Menu Choices - By Botfriend2000
A young man sits in a nice restaurant at the end of an evening, waiting for his order to be taken. It is near closing time..
Eric took another sip of water as he waited for his server. He had made his decision a few minutes ago and had set the menu down.
He noticed a young woman heading his direction.
"Hi! Welcome to Matteo's. My names Liz, have you decided or do you need more time?"
Eric looked up at her and smiled. Liz appeared to be in her early twenties, had dirty blond hair that was pulled back in a pony tail. She wore a white button up blouse with a black vest and matching skirt. Her face was pretty with just enough makeup t accentuate her feminine features.
"Yes, I have decided. I'll have your chicken parmagian, with a bowl of minestrone to start with."
"An excellent choice. Did you want a drink or are you just having water tonight?"
"Just water tonight."
"Alright, anything else for you sir?"
Eric sighed, then straightened himself. "Yes, are you an android or human?"
Liz seemed un-phased by his question. "I'm an android sir. I'm designed to be female in every way."
"I don't believe you. You're too pretty." Eric stated with some assertiveness.
Liz's expression changed to surprise. "But sir, I am an android. I am designed to be perfect, I am pretty. I am a perfect woman."
Eric reached for his glass and took another drink. "If you're an android...prove it!"
Again Liz's expression showed surprise. "Sir! This is a restaurant, a public place."
"Yes, I know, but it is late, and I'm the last customer here. Please prove to me that you're a robot."
Liz did a quick scan of the restaurant to confirm that he was the last patron, then hesitantly began to unbutton her vest, followed by her blouse.
Pulling open her blouse to reveal her soft cotton bra, she stopped and looked at him.
"Sir, may I have you name please before proceeding."
"Yes, my name is Eric Walters and I don't believe you're human."
Liz's head did a slight twitch and she seemed to blink several times before continuing.
"Thank you Eric, I assure you that I am an android. I am perfect. I am pretty. I am the perfect woman."
Liz grabbed the bottom seam of her bra and pulled upward allowing Eric full view of her tits.
"Eric, do you see my identification tattoo just below my right nipple?"
Eric leaned closer to Liz as she held her bra up, exposing her breasts to him. He admired her slender stomach and firm pert tits. Peering closer her saw the small tattoo just under her nipple. It was small enough that it could be mistaken as a birth mark to the untrained eye.
"That's it? It's so small."
Liz blew out a breath. "Eric, look closer if you must."
Eric took advantage of this opportunity and Liz's permission. He brought his hand up and gently cupped her breast, running his thumb across her nipple, then blew softly, causing it to stiffen.
"Oohh my." Liz's posture stiffened, pushing her breasts closer to Eric’s face. Her head leaned back slightly.
"Liz, how does that make you feel?"
"I'm . . I'm initializing software . . feeling pretty good . . sexual systems activating."
"You can have sex like a real female woman?"
Liz's head twitched again, then she let her bra rest above her exposed tits and began to remove her clothes.
"Eric, I realize that the only way to convince you, is to have sex with you. I am perfect, I am an android, I am the perfect woman. Have sex with me. I am here to serve you."
Eric watched as Liz finished undressing. He was pleased with her body. She stood about 5' 7", slender build, probably a 34C-26-34. Her pubic area was free of hair
Eric slid out from the table and stood up.
"You look very human to me. Although you may be a robot underneath."
"Eric, fuck me and you'll never want a human woman again. I'm perfect. I'm an android woman."
"That sounds like a good idea Liz. How about the managers office?"
Liz reached for Eric's hand. "Come with me and I'll take care of everything."
Eric nodded in agreement, then reached for his jacket, tucking it under his arm as she lead him. He gave a quick glance down at his wrist, the shiny embossed name tag was rubbing against it. He repositioned it away from rubbing his wrist and smiled as he read the inscription. 'Eric Walter's - General Manager'
Upper management certainly had it's perks, he thought as he turned his gaze back to Liz's perfect ass as she lead him to his office.
--fini--
