Cammie, the Unlikely Sexbot Ch. 02

(Part 2 of 6)

Leo kept trying to get the curl to lay just right on his forehead. He knew he was having a case of the nerves but he couldn't stop himself. But time was up so he gave up and straightened his tie.

"How do I look?" He asked without turning away from his reflection.

"You can see yourself, right?" Tanya asked with a note of mockery.

He tore his eyes away from the mirror to give her a pointed look. "I'd like a woman's opinion, please."

She smiled toothily. "You look marvelous, as usual."

"As do you, dear," he said with a satisfied grin, "As do you."

"Oh, thank you." Her voice had an amused tone that suggested she didn't mean it.

The conference room speaker chimed and Tanya pressed a button on the touchscreen. "Yes?"

"Mr. Wise is here with Mrs. Camille Smith."

"Thank you, Anne." Tanya looked up at Leo who was brushing an invisible speck from his sleeve. "You ready?"

'I am so ready,' Leo thought to himself, giving his reflection one last sly look.

"Sure," he said, nonchalantly, "Let's get this over with."

Carter ushered their guest into the room as if he owned the place, which he did, or thirty percent of it at least.

"This is my daughter, Tanya Wise. She'll be supervising your stay here."

Tanya rose to shake Camille's hand. Leo noticed for the first time that his coworker was elegantly dressed tonight. She usually attended these meetings wearing the snug nylon jumpsuit that was the informal uniform of her division. He was glad to be out of that division and into a tailored suit.

'She's probably feeling threatened right now,' he thought. 'As if I would pass her over for anyone in the world.'

Still, it took an effort to notice anything else when Camille was in the room. His eyes were drawn to her. She seemed to glow with an internal light. When her gaze fell on him he felt important.

"And this is Leo Tims, our chief project manager and leading authority on MILFs." Leo shook her hand and gave her a smile that was calculatedly distant.

"And I wouldn't be surprised," Carter continued, "If he couldn't tell us a thing or two about DILFs as well."

Leo briefly shot daggers from his eyes. "Mr. Wise, I may never get used to that sense of humor of yours."

"What's a MILF?" Asked Cammie.

"It's not important," said Leo. "Why don't we get started?"

Carter pulled out a chair and took a seat.

"Oh, were you planning to stay?" Leo asked.

"I wouldn't leave this young lady alone with you two sharks."

"Well, could I at least ask you not to smoke?"

Carter had the cigarette case half out of his pocket. He slid it back in and leaned back. "May I at least ask you for a drink?"

"Sure," said Tanya, ever the peace maker, "Let's all have a drink."

She went to the bar cabinet and began mixing up a pitcher. Leo invited Cammie to sit down and took the seat next to her. He opened her dossier and fanned out its contents on the table.

"I've spent so much time going over your application that I feel like I know you already, Ms. Smith. May I call you Cammie?"

Cammie looked down at the documents and her eyes went wide. "Yes, but where did you get those pictures?"

Cammie's application, like every application, contained many dozens of photographs from every angle and in every state of dress or undress. Cammie acted like she had never seen them before.

"You sent them to us as part of the application process," Leo explained. "Don't you remember?"

Cammie lowered her head and covered her eyes with her hands. "Edwin submitted the application. He said those pictures were just for him. He said no one would ever see them."

Leo felt a hotness rising in his breast. Anger, perhaps, that this woman's confidence had been betrayed. Fear, more likely, that she would back out of the project and they would lose valuable time. He glanced at Carter.

"Did you know about this?"

Carter was frozen in place, his hand poised to take the drink offered by his daughter. "I, ah, did not. But having met the guy, I believe it."

Leo turned back to Cammie. She had lifted her head, chin high in the air, eyes closed against the tears that were forming.

"It's okay," she said, "I'm here. I want to do this."

Leo gave a sigh of relief and Tanya came between them to set their glasses on the table. It looked like some sort of a rum punch. Tanya had a thing for rum for some reason.

It took three quarters of an hour and two rounds of drinks for Leo to explain what Cammie should expect over the next few weeks. He described the skin-tight 'data' suit that would gather her biometric information while she wore it. He discussed the stereoscopic cameras that would record her facial expressions and mannerisms. Briefly, he touched on the smart toys that would help them to explore her sexual characteristics.

Cammie looked at him with round, saucer eyes through the process. When he prompted her for acknowledgement she would respond with a nod and a simple "uh-huh", which did not fill him with confidence. Yet, at no time did she balk at something she heard. And she responded to his attempts at humor, which suggested she wasn't completely checked out. Leo decided to move to the next phase.

"We're almost done here, Cammie. Soon you'll be taken to your room to relax." He stood and helped her to her feet. "But first, my colleague will need to do a physical inspection and help you into the data suit."

Cammie nodded glumly and Tanya turned on the soft lights and warming fans at the dressing station. Leo considered suggesting that his employer leave the room at this time. But he knew this is what Carter was waiting for so he decided to embrace the man's presence rather than resent it. He sat down next to him and crossed his leg, stretching his arm along the edge of the table.

Tanya removed the scrunchie from Cammie's pony tail and ran her fingers through the woman's honey-colored hair.

"Hers is not the face of classical Greece, nor that of modern Hollywood," Leo observed. "There are some asymmetries, some divergence from the proportions that science tells us defines beauty."

Cammie's mouth pouted slightly while Tanya examined her ears and cheeks and chin.

"Rather, her face is approachable, inviting. This is a face who could sell you cookware that you don't need, who you would want to teach your children English..."

"History," Cammie interrupted.

"... who you would ask out for a cup of coffee in hopes of some over-the-bra action later."

Cammie laughed and Tanya took the opportunity to look into her mouth.

"The plain-ness of her face is actually her advantage. It is a ready canvas for the makeup artist. A bit of paint and plaster and she could be practically anyone."

Tanya turned to the men without taking her hands from Cammie's shoulders. "Eyes clear, hair and teeth are in excellent condition."

Leo nodded. "We would correct those things if that were not the case. I think we will agree on that. But let us resist the urge to over-correct. The default version should preserve her blemishes and ship with just a hint of makeup."

Tanya began unbuttoning Cammie's blouse. The woman stiffened at first, then adopted the unfocused stare of a soldier on parade. Leo held his breath as the plain white bra came into view along with expanses of creamy, pink-tinged flesh. Tanya unbuttoned Cammie's skirt and revealed that it had built-in shorts concealed underneath. Leo snickered as Tanya, momentarily confused, struggled to help her out of them.

"Here we have a body that is known in the midwest as 'corn-fed'. What makes it work for her is the healthy waist-to-hip ratio. You'd think it was the large round breasts. Those are nice, indeed, and turn the pear shape into an hourglass. But it's the curve of the hips that make the look. She won't be walking the runways in Manhattan but she wouldn't have trouble finding a date in Manhattan, Kansas."

"She'll lose weight during the program, won't she?" asked Carter hopefully.

"About ten to fifteen percent of her current weight," answered Leo. "She'll gain muscle tone as well. We'll take weekly snapshots over the course of processing so that clients can choose from the ten body types of her development. I'm willing to bet that their selections follow a bell curve."

"I'll take that bet," said Tanya with a wink and a smile, "Just to give you the satisfaction of winning it."

Leo returned Tanya's smile gladly. She really did have it all -- good humor, intelligence, beauty. Not to mention daddy's millions.

Getting back to the business at hand, Tanya carressed Cammie's cheeks. "Her face will change, too, as the weight comes off. Should we give clients the option of matching a lean face with a fuller figure and vice versa?"

"I'd say no," snapped Leo.

"I'd say yes," said Carter, "If they are willing to pay up."

"I agree," Leo conceded. That was what they were there for, after all.

"Moving on," said Tonya and stepped behind Cammie to unfasten her bra.

Leo kept an expression of mild interest as the cups fell off and two big beautiful boobs were revealed.

"Okay, Ms. Smith, you have very lovely breasts," he said to her and also to his colleagues, "A little more sag than we are accustomed to here. But they sit high on the chest and you see how well they hold their shape."

Tanya reached around Cammie's arms and cupped the breasts in question, lifting them as she caressed them, running her fingers over the big brown areolas, causing the nipples to stiffen.

"Look at that," said Leo. "Our clients are going to love playing with those."

"Yeah," agreed Carter. "We'll need to use the heaviest skin there or end up making endless repairs."

Tanya pinched the seams of Cammie's white panties and pulled them down to the floor, letting her step out of them. She ran her hand over the expansive belly before running her fingers through the tidy patch of honey-colored pubic hair, making the woman squirm uncomfortably. Leo's semi-erection instantly became full. Cammie stopped squirming and resumed her stoic pose.

Leo knew from her photographs what she looked like in the nude. But seeing her in person hit differently. She was even better than he hoped. He risked a lot by selecting her for the project -- his position in the company, his reputation in the industry, his opportunity to spend time with the most desirable women in the world, especially Tanya, of course.

Now here was the photograph made flesh, looking as delicious as brunch at the Hotel de Gaulle. In nine weeks he might exhale and find himself, perhaps, at the very pinnacle of his profession. And maybe, just maybe, at some time during the nine weeks he might...

"Absolutely beautiful," he said to the vigorous agreement of the others. "Could we see her back?"

She looked better, if possible, from behind. Tanya ran her hand down her back and cupped each cheek, giving it a squeeze. They could reproduce the way her flesh dimpled under grasping fingers. But they could not yet capture the rose-tinged impression they briefly left behind.

Leo continued his observations. "The bubble butt, a consistent favorite in our polling for both men and women. Some men say they prefer their wives to have a more slender derriere. This is almost certainly so that other men won't stare at their wives' butts."

Tanya rested her hand on Cammie's shoulder and gestured to the padded bench before her. Knowing what was coming next, Leo held his breath and surreptitiously rearranged the crotch of his pants. Cammie bent over, keeping her legs straight and shoulder-length apart, and rested her elbows on the bench. Tanya crouched down behind her and brought her hands to Cammie's cheeks. Slowly, gently, she pulled them apart.

"Ms. Smith has attractive labia, pink and free of hair," Tanya observed, leaning her head to one side to get a good look. "Her anus is light brown and also free of hair. There is no sign of trauma there."

"That's good," said Leo, "Surprising, too, since according to her application she enjoys anal intercourse fairly frequently."

"I wouldn't say I enjoyed it." Cammie spoke up. The way she looked back at him to say it, over her shoulder with her spread cheeks on display and her breasts swaying slightly, was quite alluring.

"Ah, yes. I forgot that your husband submitted the application." He sorted the documents of Cammie's dossier back into the folder. "I think we've seen enough here. Miss Wise, would you help Ms. Smith with the, uh, last part of the inspection?"

Tanya helped Cammie onto the padded bench and had her spread her legs. Carter and Leo busied themselves at the bar cabinet and pretended not to be interested in what was happening. Leo offered him the pitcher of rum punch. Carter shook his head and mouthed the word 'bourbon' so his daughter wouldn't hear.

The two men made trivial conversation while Tanya took high-speed, high-resolution video of Cammie's blond bush. Then she took a set of clippers with an attached vacuum hose and trimmed the bush down all the way down to skin. Cammie covered her eyes with her arm so they dropped the pretense and watched Tanya lather up the remaining stubble and begin expertly shaving it away with a razor.

Leo's eyes bored into that patch of lather and soft feminine skin, imagining he was the one applying the razor. Cammie groaned and squirmed under Tanya's touch and Leo slipped his free hand into the pocket of his slacks, resting it on his stiff dick. Tanya pressed her fingers against Cammie's vaginal lips to keep them away from the razor. The lips resembled a long wad of freshly-chewed bubble gum -- pink and glistening and probably very sweet. Leo licked his lips, imagining tasting those lips for himself.

As a final touch, Tanya rubbed a conditioning lotion over the newly-shorn region. Her fingers dipped down below the area that she had shaved and circled Cammie's anus. Looking back to make sure that the men were paying attention, she placed her fingertip against the light-brown ring and pressed, causing Cammie to gasp and clench.

"Oops, sorry," she said and straightened up to wash her hands in the sink, leaving Cammie laying there with her legs spread.

Carter and Leo went back to paying attention to their drinks while Tanya helped Cammie into the data suit. It was a sheer, tight suit that was criss-crossed with a web of sensor wires. Once suited up, he looked like a different person, like a hot alien babe from an old science-fiction show.

Last to go on was the modesty cloak, a lightweight garment that fastened at the throat and covered her down to her slippered feet. The two men pretended to just then notice her and went over to thank her and to welcome her to Wise Automation. She was happy now and relieved, probably, to have what she thought was the worst behind her. They wished her luck as Tanya led her away.

Then, just at the threshold of the door, Cammie turned her face back to them and graced them with a look of such joy and gratitude that it momentarily gave her an unearthly beauty. Leo's heart leaped.

"Did you see that?" Asked Carter as the two women disappeared from view.

"Oh yeah."

"If we could put that in a bottle, right?"

"Oh yeah."