The Pitch: Part 3
He was at his sheetscreen when the door notification pinged. He had been working on his next project from home, a teleportation schematic for NA Corp. He’d been working from home since he made the purchase; thankfully there was little for him to do there that he couldn’t do at home, but they’d need him back next week for some prototype testing. He checked the camera display and saw an Errandbot looking back at him. He pressed Accept and the door unlocked automatically, sliding slightly ajar. He rose and crossed into the hallway where the Errandbot was bringing in a large box with a softly glowing B on the side. He presented his IDNA card, the bot scanned it using a laser built into its eyes, then handed it back to him and retreated out the door without a word. Errandbots weren’t exactly built to be friendly, they were designed to be fast. Carefully he turned the large box on its side, popping the locks on the bottom and sides until the B on the cover faded. He lifted the cover and marveled at its contents.
She lay there curled on her side, hands wrapped in cables, her head resting on the instruction manual and carefully folded kimono. Her lips were silver, just slightly parted, her eyes closed in a dreamless sleep, the soft-lit B on her chest glowing and fading like a slow heartbeat. He sat there for a moment in awe, not yet wanting to run his hands through her silver hair, but just to watch her as she silently slept.
He stood suddenly and went to his screen to sign off from his work contacts program. It went into sleep mode with a quick stroke of the projected panel before it which vanished, only to be replaced with what looked like a window to the outside world. It even conveyed the proper weather and wan sunlight filled the room. The gentle sound of rain began to play over its embedded speakers.
Returning to her, he quickly undid the side locks that held the box intact, and folded it out completely. Carefully he unwound the cords from her hands, nearly holding his breath as he did so. His eyes fluttered from her eyes down to her silver-capped nipples, which were still soft and inert. Once he had the cords undone, he ran a hand through her fine silver mane, starting slightly when her eyes began to flutter open. Slowly they rose, exposing fresh optics to the air for the first time, her irises grey as she was just starting up. They faded to a soft blue, and the B on her chest began to flutter a little faster as her eyes looked up at him. She tilted her head towards him, her skin shining in the wan sunlight from the sheetscreen. She smiled, and his heart raced.
“Good afternoon, Master” she said pleasantly, blinking slowly and shifting a little. He cupped her cheek and ran a thumb along her smooth cheekbone, along the silver marking he had given her. Her eyes closed and she nuzzled cat-like into his hand. “Would you like to set your preferences first?” She asked him, as he slipped his thumb in her mouth. She sucked on it gently, looking up at him with big blue eyes. Her tongue flicked over the pad of his thumb and he nearly lost concentration. “Ah, yes. I would.”
She looked up at him with her big doe eyes and slipped his thumb back out of her mouth, her silver lips pursing with a smack as he withdrew. “Physical or mental?” She asked, turning to a sitting position and drawing her knees up close. She rested her head against her knees, looking up at him adoringly. He grinned. “Physical?”
“Physical behavior or physical appearance?” She intoned with a little grin back at him.
“Could you stand up for me?” He asked, wanting to get a better look at her.
“Of course.” She replied brightly, kipping up to her feet and bouncing a little. Her slight breasts bounced with her and her hair jumped with abandon. “Should I tell you what you can change, or do you want to give me direction?”
“I’ll give you direction. Can you turn around a few times for me? Slowly.”
He admired her as she turned, pausing to lift her hair and show him her back, to distribute weight to each hip, to languorously draw a wave down from her shoulders to her hips. “Increase breast size. Increase ass size. Decrease waist size in the front. Decrease overall slickness. Increase athleticism. Decrease shoulder width.” He calmly ordered from where he sat, with every addition or subtraction, her body responded in kind. “Come here,” he said finally, “Let me feel you.”
She came to him, dropping down to her knees. He slid his hands up her waist, cupping her breasts and thumbing her nipples. She inhaled sharply, closing her eyes and opening them again slowly. He ran one hand back down her waist, sliding it over her thigh and spreading her legs apart gently. She shifted to allow him, her eyes closing as he thumbed her silver left nipple. He slid his hand down her pelvis, felt for the hard node of her clit. She jumped a little, letting out a nearly inaudible squeak. He smiled, looking up at her closed eyes, her gasping mouth, and leaned over to take her now hard right nipple into his mouth. She was warm, a soft metallic tang to her, he sucked a little, then released it with a flick of his tongue. She gasped again, he could feel her growing wet.
He removed his hands from her, putting the fingers that had been on her clit in her mouth, where she sucked them gently, similar to his thumb before. She opened her eyes again, looking at him adoringly. “Stop,” he said, frowning a little. She froze, and he removed his fingers. “Physical behavior settings. Read them out to me.”
“Well Master, there’s perkiness, gentleness, shyness-”
“That one. Dial down shyness. You’re being too coy. Do the same for mental behavior.”
“In sexual or nonsexual terms?”
“Sexual only, I think. We’ll see. Don’t lock any of these functions down. You learn from experience what works, right?” She nodded. “Then watch my face sometimes. And stop looking at me like a lost puppy. Increase sexual aggressiveness. Is that in physical or mental behavior?”
“Both, Master.”
“In both, then. And, mm,” he looked at her kneeling there, long silver hair trailing down her back, eyes fading from green to blue as her excitement diminished. “Can we increase how at ease you are with me?” She nodded again, the tension in her shoulders relaxed visibly. “And how much you want me? Like, I don’t want you pouncing me as soon as I get home, but you should seem eager.” She smiled a little wickedly, the green beginning to flash in her eyes again.
She leaned forward, coming level with his face and grinning at him with narrowed eyes. “So, if I were to, say, start unbuttoning your pants-” she began to undo his belt, sliding one elegant black hand over his swelling cock that strained against his jeans. “Would that be too forward?” She looked at him with green eyes filled not with puppy dog hope, but with a little lust, a little thirst for approval.
He leaned back, resting on one hand. “It would only be wrong if you didn’t suck my cock once you’ve done that.”
She lay there curled on her side, hands wrapped in cables, her head resting on the instruction manual and carefully folded kimono. Her lips were silver, just slightly parted, her eyes closed in a dreamless sleep, the soft-lit B on her chest glowing and fading like a slow heartbeat. He sat there for a moment in awe, not yet wanting to run his hands through her silver hair, but just to watch her as she silently slept.
He stood suddenly and went to his screen to sign off from his work contacts program. It went into sleep mode with a quick stroke of the projected panel before it which vanished, only to be replaced with what looked like a window to the outside world. It even conveyed the proper weather and wan sunlight filled the room. The gentle sound of rain began to play over its embedded speakers.
Returning to her, he quickly undid the side locks that held the box intact, and folded it out completely. Carefully he unwound the cords from her hands, nearly holding his breath as he did so. His eyes fluttered from her eyes down to her silver-capped nipples, which were still soft and inert. Once he had the cords undone, he ran a hand through her fine silver mane, starting slightly when her eyes began to flutter open. Slowly they rose, exposing fresh optics to the air for the first time, her irises grey as she was just starting up. They faded to a soft blue, and the B on her chest began to flutter a little faster as her eyes looked up at him. She tilted her head towards him, her skin shining in the wan sunlight from the sheetscreen. She smiled, and his heart raced.
“Good afternoon, Master” she said pleasantly, blinking slowly and shifting a little. He cupped her cheek and ran a thumb along her smooth cheekbone, along the silver marking he had given her. Her eyes closed and she nuzzled cat-like into his hand. “Would you like to set your preferences first?” She asked him, as he slipped his thumb in her mouth. She sucked on it gently, looking up at him with big blue eyes. Her tongue flicked over the pad of his thumb and he nearly lost concentration. “Ah, yes. I would.”
She looked up at him with her big doe eyes and slipped his thumb back out of her mouth, her silver lips pursing with a smack as he withdrew. “Physical or mental?” She asked, turning to a sitting position and drawing her knees up close. She rested her head against her knees, looking up at him adoringly. He grinned. “Physical?”
“Physical behavior or physical appearance?” She intoned with a little grin back at him.
“Could you stand up for me?” He asked, wanting to get a better look at her.
“Of course.” She replied brightly, kipping up to her feet and bouncing a little. Her slight breasts bounced with her and her hair jumped with abandon. “Should I tell you what you can change, or do you want to give me direction?”
“I’ll give you direction. Can you turn around a few times for me? Slowly.”
He admired her as she turned, pausing to lift her hair and show him her back, to distribute weight to each hip, to languorously draw a wave down from her shoulders to her hips. “Increase breast size. Increase ass size. Decrease waist size in the front. Decrease overall slickness. Increase athleticism. Decrease shoulder width.” He calmly ordered from where he sat, with every addition or subtraction, her body responded in kind. “Come here,” he said finally, “Let me feel you.”
She came to him, dropping down to her knees. He slid his hands up her waist, cupping her breasts and thumbing her nipples. She inhaled sharply, closing her eyes and opening them again slowly. He ran one hand back down her waist, sliding it over her thigh and spreading her legs apart gently. She shifted to allow him, her eyes closing as he thumbed her silver left nipple. He slid his hand down her pelvis, felt for the hard node of her clit. She jumped a little, letting out a nearly inaudible squeak. He smiled, looking up at her closed eyes, her gasping mouth, and leaned over to take her now hard right nipple into his mouth. She was warm, a soft metallic tang to her, he sucked a little, then released it with a flick of his tongue. She gasped again, he could feel her growing wet.
He removed his hands from her, putting the fingers that had been on her clit in her mouth, where she sucked them gently, similar to his thumb before. She opened her eyes again, looking at him adoringly. “Stop,” he said, frowning a little. She froze, and he removed his fingers. “Physical behavior settings. Read them out to me.”
“Well Master, there’s perkiness, gentleness, shyness-”
“That one. Dial down shyness. You’re being too coy. Do the same for mental behavior.”
“In sexual or nonsexual terms?”
“Sexual only, I think. We’ll see. Don’t lock any of these functions down. You learn from experience what works, right?” She nodded. “Then watch my face sometimes. And stop looking at me like a lost puppy. Increase sexual aggressiveness. Is that in physical or mental behavior?”
“Both, Master.”
“In both, then. And, mm,” he looked at her kneeling there, long silver hair trailing down her back, eyes fading from green to blue as her excitement diminished. “Can we increase how at ease you are with me?” She nodded again, the tension in her shoulders relaxed visibly. “And how much you want me? Like, I don’t want you pouncing me as soon as I get home, but you should seem eager.” She smiled a little wickedly, the green beginning to flash in her eyes again.
She leaned forward, coming level with his face and grinning at him with narrowed eyes. “So, if I were to, say, start unbuttoning your pants-” she began to undo his belt, sliding one elegant black hand over his swelling cock that strained against his jeans. “Would that be too forward?” She looked at him with green eyes filled not with puppy dog hope, but with a little lust, a little thirst for approval.
He leaned back, resting on one hand. “It would only be wrong if you didn’t suck my cock once you’ve done that.”