Cammie, the Unlikely Sexbot Ch. 06

Camille watched Leo over the screen of her laptop. He was standing in the mirror and fussing with his hair as he would do when he was stressed.

"Nervous tonight?" She teased. "It's not tea with the queen, you know,"

"You aren't nervous?" He asked, not taking his eyes off his reflection. "This is a big night for both of us."

"Oh, I'm nervous. Just not sure how pulling my hair out will help."

He smiled at her in the mirror and smoothed his forelock one last time. "You're right, of course, Ms. Smith. Why don't you mix us some drinks so we can relax?"

Cammie pushed her laptop shut with a smile and stretched languidly before standing. In contrast with her co-worker, who was wearing his usual bespoke suit, she was dressed in the snug nylon jumpsuit favored by Wise Automation technicians. It was liberating, she felt, to wear the same thing to work every day, not to worry about dressing to impress. With a confident stride she crossed the room to the bar cabinet and mixed a sparkling lime vodka for him, a sparkling lime soda for herself.

"Sure I'm nervous," she told him, handing him his glass. "This is my first modeling project and I campaigned hard for the guy. If he doesn't work out it will not be a great start to my new career. But I think we'd survive it."

He stared contemplatively at the bubbles fizzing around the crystal-clear ice cube in his drink. "It's a bold step we're taking. Anything less than unqualified success could, I fear, give the company a black eye."

"Wow. Were you this nervous when I was modeled?"

"Absolutely," he replied.

"There you go. I worked out just fine, didn't I?"

Their glasses lightly touched and their eyes held contact as they sipped.

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

"Miss Wise is here with Mr. Justin Bledsoe."

"Thank you, Anne." Cammie looked up at Leo who was straightening his tie. "You ready?"

"You know I am," he replied and struck a pose with one hand on the back of a chair.

Tanya Wise, the newly-minted president of Wise Automation, strolled into the conference room leading a tall, broad-shouldered man who looked even more delightful than the many pictures in his dossier. Justin's application, like every application, contained many dozens of photographs from every angle and in every state of dress or undress. And while he wasn't exactly a peak specimen of fitness, Cammie could imagine how nice it would be to curl up with his robotic facsimile, if not the genuine article.

His eyes lit up when he saw her and it made her weak.

"This is Camille Smith. She'll be supervising your stay here." Tanya introduced Cammie with a sweep of her manicured hand. As usual, she looked like a million bucks, or a hundred million to be more precise.

"Call me 'Cammie'," she said, shaking the man's hand.

"Call me 'Justin'," he replied with a broad smile. And what a smile.

"And this is Leo Tims, chief project manager and architect of this latest venture of ours."

The two men shook hands and regarded each other from behind polite expressions.

"Why don't we get started?" Suggested Leo, indicating a chair. "Would you like something to drink?'

"Brewski?" Justin asked hopefully.

Leo glanced at Cammie and she went to the cabinet to get a bottle of Justin's beer of choice from the mini refrigerator.

"I've spent so much time going over your application that I feel like I know you already," Leo began.

Justin looked over the pictures of himself fanned out on the table and made a pained expression. "That's embarrassing."

"You say that because you think it's expected. But you're not embarrassed, are you? You're proud of your body."

Justin' grin slowly broadened into a smile as he regarded the other man through half-lidded eyes. "Yeah, okay. Guilty as charged. I think I'm attractive. Wouldn't be here if I wasn't."

"Certainly not. But so we're clear, we consider you... differently attractive than our usual subject. You're not young, not an actor, not an athlete..."

"I wrestled in high school," Justin interjected.

"Noted," said Leo, tapping the relevant page of his application. "Justin, what we hope to get from you is the easy-going approachability that makes people feel comfortable around you. And to get that feeling, to bottle it up and sell it, we need to get to know you, inside and out, in every way."

"That's what I'm here for," Justin assured him, brimming with confidence.

Cammie reflected on her own weeks of wearing the skin-tight data suit and sometimes nothing at all, of being lewdly posed and constantly recorded and made to share her innermost thoughts, of being stretched to the limits of a body's ability to endure. The spiel that Leo was giving him about what to expect... this was the expurgated version. Justin might be proud now. He would soon experience humility. And when it was finished? Financial freedom, if he didn't already have it. Fame, if he wanted it. And he would know himself better than he ever thought he could.

"There's one more thing. Justin. You understand, of course, that our clientele is mostly male, right?"

Justin looked slightly embarrassed but he didn't make a big deal of it. "Well, yeah. It stands to reason."

"It doesn't bother you to think that guys might use your model for things that guys do?"

He looked around the room and made brief eye contact with Tanya, then Cammie. "I know who I am. What people do with robots that resemble me... that's on them, right? As long as they aren't being abused. You did say you keep that from happening."

"The best we can, yes. So in the course of learning what makes you tick, you won't object to, ah, being probed or to perform oral sex on a simulated penis?" Leo's voice was casual, light-hearted.

"For what you're paying me I should be willing to suck a real one." He chuckled when he said this. And in case it wasn't clear, he added, "That was a joke."

"I get it, Justin. And I think I speak for all of us when I say that you are who we want for the new face of Wise Automation's homme-borg division."

Tanya and Cammie assented enthusiastically.

"We're almost done here, Justin. Soon you'll be taken to your room to relax." The two men stood and again shook hands. "But first, my colleague will need to do a physical inspection and help you into the data suit."

Cammie turned on the soft lights and warming fans at the dressing station and ran her finger down the checklist one last time. This was her first intake and she didn't want to miss a step. She remembered how apprehensive she was at her own intake, how afraid she was of being inspected, of being denuded in front of strangers and paraded like a sheared sheep at a county fair. Justin didn't seem apprehensive. He was looking forward to it.

'That makes two of us,' she admitted to herself.

He took his position before her and she turned him to face the other two. She began to circle him, inspecting his hair and face and ears. His eyes followed her, not leering but curious.

"Ladies," Leo began, "I present to you the North American stud gone to seed. Does he look familiar? He should. He coached your kids' soccer team. He helped you pick out the tile for your bathroom remodel. And he grilled you the perfect burger at the company picnic."

"The scar on his forehead is not unattractive," Cammie observed. "I recommend preserving it in the model."

"He catches your eye when you pass him in the hallway, at the store, across the street. You're curious about him. You'd like to ask if he's single, maybe give him your phone number, but you don't want to come off as a creep. Besides, at his age all the good ones are taken, right?"

"Eyes good, hair just starting to gray. Teeth at about eighty percent," Cammie noted. "We could improve the teeth to, say, ninety percent?"

"You see him with his wife and you shamelessly wonder, 'How did she manage to get a guy like that?' But he looks at her like there isn't another woman in the world."

Cammie unbuttoned Justin's shirt and helped him off with it, revealing his doughy midsection, the paleness of his chest contrasting with the deep tan of his face and arms.

"Years of sitting at desks and a limitless supply of soda pop have softened his sinews. Every year he tells his doctor he'll change and every year his paunch grows a little more. But you can tell there's a strong man there, tell by the powerful arms and chest that make his gut look not quite so prominent."

His chest did look powerful, powerful and smooth, and Cammie ran her hands over it, pretending to test his muscle tone. She found herself tuning out Leo's voice as he and Tanya discussed diets and training regimens and weekly snapshots of his developing body. Her hands ran down his arms and came together over his round tummy where a wispy trail of hair led down into the groin of his slacks.

She looked him in the eye and gave him the faintest of smiles as she undid his belt and fly. She knew she shouldn't feel this excited, should strive to be professional. But Justin was the kind of man that the experts predicted she would find desirable, and women like her. So she told herself she was only responding the way she should.

She wondered if the data suit could record the little shiver he gave when she inadvertently touched him on a sensitive spot. She wondered if the chemists could bottle the effect his little laugh had on her when Leo made one of his lame jokes. She knew that each homme-borg's scent was customized to the client's chemistry. But it seemed like Justin's natural scent was customized for her.

Once he was completely nude, once they had pointed out every feature and flaw on his body, once Cammie lifted his semi-erection so they could see his scrotum and spread his cheeks so they could see his ass, she had him sit on the padded bench so that she could shave him.

"You people don't mess around," Justin observed.

Cammie gave a little snort. "You have no idea what's in store for you."

"I'll have you to look out for me, won't I?"

"Me? I'll be your chief tormentor. Sorry."

He didn't seem too bothered by this and had a grin on his face as he reclined, one hand behind his head.

Cammie took the opportunity to admire him as she video-recorded his body with hair for the archive. He looked leaner lying down, luscious.

"Why don't you shut your eyes and relax," she told him, and he did.

She went over his chest and armpits with shears, the vacuum attachment sucking away the clippings. Then she had him pull up his knees slightly and spread his legs so she could do the same with his pubic hair. His penis hardened as she manipulated it one way and another to get all the angles. The underside of a man's penis was a strange place, luminously pale and mapped with blue veins. And that thing, the frenulum, how silly it seemed. Cammie thought Justin's frenulum was nice though. Would the engineers be able to reproduce it?

She set aside the shears and took up the razor and cream. Tanya and Leo huddled over a laptop and animatedly discussed something. She knew they were watching. She remembered Carter Page and Leo behaving similarly when she was shaved, fussing over bureaucratic details while Tanya plied the razor between her legs. It was humiliating at the time. Now it gave her a tingle, especially as she prepared to give a handsome nude man the same treatment.

She shaved his armpits, one and then the other, and wiped away the shaving cream. Justin breathed deeply, eyes shut, very relaxed, like he was getting a spa treatment. That sort of attitude would serve him well over the next few months. She began applying the cream to his pubic hair and his penis began to rise, rise. She glanced at her co-workers and they were looking on through thin-slitted eyes with thin-slitted lips, no longer making a pretense at working.

Were they perverts? Was she a pervert? Is that what drew them to work at a company that produced the most lifelike sexbots in the world, to have unlimited access to cheap thrills? Or were they simply honest about what turned them on and got them off and willing to go above and beyond in the pursuit of satisfaction?

She plied the razor deftly around the base of his stiffening shaft and over the meaty flesh of his scrotum. She wiped away the shaving cream and applied a soothing lotion. His free arm across his eyes, Justin groaned uneasily.

"Almost here, Justin," she told him, "Then we can get you to your room."

"Oh, take your time, please," he urged her.

She worked the lotion into the newly-shorn skin and further up on his manhood, going over it in a repetitive motion. The homme-borgs would have penises that resembled Justin's own. But their respective sizes and performance characteristics would be customized to suit the client. Cammie would much rather try out the original, let it perform out of passion rather than proprietary engineering.

Glancing over at Tanya and Leo, she held him in her fingertips and leaned over, stretching her tongue out as if she would lick the tip of his dick. It was gratifying the way her co-worker's eyes went wide with delight at her antics. Then Justin twitched in her hand and her tongue made accidental contact. His arm came away from his eyes and he looked down at her questioningly. Fortunately, her tongue was back in her mouth and she smiled at him as she gave him one more stroke with the lotion.

"All done. Let's get you dressed." She acted nonchalant, like nothing was the matter, but her heart was pounding from almost being caught.

She washed her hands while Justin sat up. Then she squeezed him into the skin-tight data suit, helping him slip his lotion-smooth penis into its special pouch. He posed for them and briefly danced the "robot". It wasn't so easy to disguise his tummy as it was in his street clothes. But no denying, he looked good. And they had nine weeks to transform him into the world's greatest boyfriend.

Leo called for one more toast before Cammie led Justin away to his dormitory. They raised their glasses and Justin, his bottle.

"Ladies and gentleman," Leo declared, "Let us now commence project 'Dad Bod'."

They took a sip of their drinks and Cammie eyed Justin possessively over the rim of her glass. He caught her eye and the corner of his mouth turned up in a knowing smile. Tipping the neck of his bottle to her he gave her the very faintest of winks, setting her breast a-flutter. Cammie bit her lip and looked away.

'This is going to be a long nine weeks,' she thought to herself.