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Part One

Systems Start...
Sequencing Engaging...
...idle
...idle
...idle
Sequencing Engaged...
Monolithic Kernel Loading...
...loading
...loading
...loading
Monolithic Kernel Loaded...
Application Port Booting...
...booting
Application Port Booted...
Run System Software Diagnostic...
...running
...running
System Software Diagnostic: Nominal...
Run System Hardware Diagnostic...
...running
...running
...running 
...Extremity/Nerve Ending Response: Latency < 10 nS | Pass
...Fluids: 100%
...Chemical Formulation Minerals: 100%
...Battery Charge: 100%
...Estimated Runtime: 1D|12H|36M
System Hardware Diagnostic: Nominal...
Data Cache Purging...
...purging...
Data Cache Purged...
Personality Subprocess Handshake Monolithic Kernel...
Handshake Accepted...
System Software and Hardware Operation Pass To Personality Subprocess...
Personality Subprocess Booting...
...booting
...booting
...booting
Personality Subprocess Booted...
STRANGER Life Process Initialized...
Quasi-Background Established...
Unit Will Self Refer as: JESSA...
Audio|Visual|Tactile Receptors Engaged...

Jessa's electric blue eyes flashed open. They stared forward as her boot up sequence continued.

Processing Receptor Data Feed...
...processing
...processing
Location Established...
Charger Eject...

A small power adapter and it's attached cabling popped out the back of Jessa's left thigh and retracted into the charging bay's wall.

Charger Site Self Seal Initiated...

A small skin colored disc slid into place immediately disguising any presence the power adapter once had.

Fluid/Chemical Formulation Tube Eject...

A slightly larger opaque clear tube popped out of a similar spot on the back of Jessa's right thigh and proceeded to also retract into the charging bay wall.

Fluid/Chemical Formulation Site Self Seal Initiated...

A slightly larger skin colored disc slid into place disguising the last outward trace of Jessa's robotic essence.

Server Command:::EXIT CHARGING_BAY_11

Jessa strode confidently out of her charging bay stark naked. The stunningly gorgeous sexbot suddenly paused awaiting further orders from the $stacks Casino central server. While idle, she built a 3D model of her surroundings with a few quick scans of her visual receptors. Of the ten other recharging bays, eight were occupied recharging and refueling their specific Shijun Technologies Sexual Companion Androids.

Jessa still stood motionless awaiting the central server to chew through petabytes of variables for her nights operation. The chilly air had caused her instinctive sub-processors to stiffen her plastic nipples, but her higher priority logic processors hardly noticed and queried the status of the other two active bots whose charging bays were empty like her own.

Unit 08, tonight known as a busty redhead named Cash, was currently giving her target fellatio in the VIP rooftop pool. The server had determined that she had managed to wrangle an extra $10,560 out of her target's wallet. It was rewarding her successful function with extra 2-way data flows that greatly increased Cash's own sexual pleasure.

Unit 02, tonight known as a lithe blonde named Addie, had just entered a maintenance room on floor 31 and was attempting to self repair a blown fuse in her sexual performance bus.

A strange sensation swept through Jessa and she scoffed to herself, "Classic Unit 02. Can't go one week without a critical malfunction." This kind of self-generated remark was new for Jessa and she decided to querie it's existence with the central server later. After all, she was the most reliable unit of the 11 and was due the justification; her only malfunction resulted after a true marathon session left her lubricant reserves depleted and her coital pump had burned out.

Jessa's inner thoughts abruptly cancelled and her iris' slowly span as the central server quickly programmed her with the nights function.

Server Command:::PROCEED TO WARDROBE
Command Processed...
Wardrobe Visual Scan Initiated...
...scanning
...scanning
Wardrobe Visual Scan - Profile Built...
Server Request:::OUTFIT BUILD...
...queuing
...queuing
...queuing
...queuing
Server Request Terminated: INSUFFICIENT BANDWIDTH...
Server Request:::OUTFIT BUILD...
...queuing
...queuing
Server Command:::OUTFIT BUILD...
Command Processed...
OUTFIT BUILD - ID: 07_02_2056-122A...
ID: 07_02_2056-122A - ITEM#12066 (Halter Top Sequined Short Dress - Emerald Green)
ID: 07_02_2056-122A - ITEM#10403 (Backless Strapless Bra - Matte Black)
ID: 07_02_2056-122A - ITEM#09670 (Lace Cheeky Panty - Matte Black)
ID: 07_02_2056-122A - ITEM#04677 (Almond Toe Pumps - Matte Black)
Dressing Protocols Initiated...

Jessa first grabbed the pair of doily black panties; she stepped through and pulled them up. The slight fabric hugged her generous cheeks and lay taut against her swollen pink lips, her plastic pussy creating a picturesque camel toe. Next, she adhered the backless strapless bra to her creamy supple breasts. The number covered her light fuschia nipples but provided little support to the already perky plastic C cups expertly placed on her delicate agile frame. She slid the sequined dress on next, her mechanically precise movements not disturbing a single hair, and adjusted the halter top around her neck. She made sure that her inviting bosom bulged against the top's bust line and that the cup of her butt cheeks were only fractionally covered by the glistening green of the dress' bottom. She ended the ensemble by placing her delicate artificial feet in a pair of pumps that raised her height by two inches to 5'9". Satisfied with her wardrobe application Jessa validated with the server.

Dressing Protocols Completed...
OUTFIT BUILD - ID: 07_02_2056-122A: Successful
Server Command:::PROCEED TO VANITY
Command Processed...
Unit Visual Facial Scan Initiated...
...scanning
...scanning
Unit Visual Facial Scan - Profile Built
Server Request:::IRIS COLOR BUILD...
Server Request:::HAIR COLOR/STYLE BUILD...
Server Request:::MAKEUP BUILD...
...queuing
Server Command::IRIS COLOR BUILD - COLOR CODE:PRAIRIE GREEN...
Server Command:::HAIR COLOR/STYLE BUILD - COLOR CODE:HONEY BROWN | STYLE:COQUETTISH BOB...
Server Command:::MAKEUP BUILD - PROCESS:4133...
Iris Color Shift Initiated...

Through a series of 10,041 infinitesimally timed blinks, Jessa's iris' changed color from her prior evenings electric blue to the current server commanded prairie green. Her optical sensors utilized the vanity to verify her new eye color against the server's hexadecimal definition.

Iris Color Shift Completed...
Hair Color/Style Shift Initiated...

Jessa's hands moved up and cupped exquisitely crafted ears. With appropriate applied pressure and internal software approval she removed her long summer blonde synthetic hair piece. She returned the piece to a nearby receptacle before grabbing a freshly cleaned and styled honey brown bob. She carefully oriented the shimmering hairpiece and clicked it into place; instantly, thousands of micro connectors fastened it firmly and securely to the top of her scalp. Jessa gracefully tossed her new brunette mane to the side ensuring it's proper connection.

Hair Color/Style Shift Completed...
Makeup Application Initiated...
Unit Visual Facial Profile Build: SUCCESSFUL...

Thanks to her flawless complexion, Jessa's face required little makeup work. Her skillful hands opened separate drawers in the vanity, her left grabbed dark eyeliner and her right mascara. She then used the two accouterments concurrently; the precision application of the luxe eyeliner pattern and mascara was only disturbed when she expertly swapped eyes. After returning the tools Jessa opted for a glittery purple eye shadow. Her optical sensors analyzed the makeup profile and deemed both sides perfectly symmetrical.

Makeup Application Completed...
Unit Visual Facial Scan - Profile Completed...
Server Command:::ESTABLISH RELATIONSHIP W/ TARGET...
...executing \ COMMAND IN PROCESS


A hidden recess in the wall of the women's restroom quietly slid open. Jessa emerged from the maintenance room, bright white light framing her angelesque silhouette, and quickly stepped into a dimly lit "Out of Service" restroom stall. The hidden wall recess shut. She paused briefly, audio receptors tuned to detect the most minute sound stimulus, and determined the restroom to be unoccupied. The server had verified this fact only micro-seconds before with wall mounted cameras, but the auditory double check was coded into Jessa's operating procedure as a means to maintain her cover.

Swinging open the restroom door led to another dramatic lighting change; brilliant bright reds, blues, greens, and yellows cast across Jessa's blemish-less face as thousands of video screens to games designed to take your money played continuously over and over again. Her vast prairie green iris', which sat above her immaculately high cheekbones, span almost unnoticeably as laser-precision lenses adjusted themselves within.

Server Request:::TARGET_PROFILE...
Server Request:::TARGET_LOCATION...
...queuing
Server Response:::TARGET_PROFILE_457
Server Response:::TABLE_1-130
Building Map Reference Loading...
...loaded
PROCEEDING TO TARGET LOCATION

The near instantaneous exchange between Jessa and the server resulted in her elegantly pivoting 73 degrees to the right before beginning her approach.

She walked methodically towards her new destination; . Her black pumps elicited faint echoes off of the hard carpeted floor, each step a calibrated ballet of electronic signals between her many internal gyroscopes, servos, and actuators.

Her honey brown bob lightly rattled as she walked, perfectly framing her thin nose, luscious lips, and almost cartoonishly large prairie green eyes. Customers and employees alike stole glances as she strode past; nobody the wiser to her true nature.

The casino was very secretive about the roll-out of Jessa and her robotic counterparts. Only the top executives and a handful of technicians (who were paid handsomely for their silence) knew of the sexy machines existence. Their presence in the $tacks Casino had only come about due to the close friendship of the Casino's CEO and Shijun Technologies' CTO.

Jessa rounded a corner of video poker machines and spotted her target; the central server informed Jessa of her target's name, casino payment history, and casino/hotel hobbies and habits. Based on analysis of hours of overhead ceiling footage of his every movement the server also supplied her with a best course of action for obtaining and retaining his attention throughout the night.

The server and Jessa's local CPU were 99.6% confident in her seductive abilities; observations over the course of his three day stay had been analyzed to determine Thomas' ideal traits in a woman. Jessa's hair style, eye color, makeup application, outfit, and personality traits had all been personally configured for him.

The facial structures and body types of the casino operated sexbots were not configurable, aside from slight alterations to each unit's bust size, so the server used the target's preferences on these physical attributes to determine which of the 11 bots to use. Jessa had been selected for her Slavic facial structure and slender build, although her plastic chest was maxed out from her standard operating B cup to a very perky C cup.

TARGET: Thomas Ley
VISUAL CUES: 5'11" | Buzzed Brown Hair | Pink Plaid Short Sleeve Shirt
CASINO STAY: 3D|12H|22M
CASINO BILL TOTAL: $20,911.99
CASINO BILL BREAKDOWN: 
   1. Hotel Room...$0.00 (Full Comp.)
   2. Texas HoldEm...$17,340.00
   3. Craps...$1,800.00
   4. Drinks...$1,220.00-> VODKA PINEAPPLE DRINK OF CHOICE
   5. Food...$453.00
   6. Room Provided Pornography...$98.99 -> RENTAL OF 'SHY GIRLS THAT SUCK AND FUCK I' and 'SHY GIRLS THAT SUCK AND FUCK II'
   7. Misc.....$72.00

Jessa logged a special note of number 6 and took a seat across the table from Thomas. Her dark protracted eyelashes fluttered briefly as the server's best course of action loaded itself into operation.

Jessa intentionally ignored her target for the first few rounds of play. Instead, unprompted by any programming from the server, her local processors worked with her personality subroutines to ease her entrance into the group of surrounding players. In some of her earliest archived missions Jessa had either entered games too boisterously or had too quickly focused the breadth of her computing power onto seducing and extracting money from her target. In these instances the other players reacted in a range of ways that created too many variables for herself or the server to process accurately. Once, a non-stop verbal onslaught from a trio of middle aged midwestern women had so thoroughly overwhelmed Jessa's personality subroutines that she was forced to delay the seduction of her target in order to hide out in the women's restroom and allow her processors to cool.

Throughout the next couple hands, Jessa utilized her inhumanly wide peripheral vision to analyze Thomas. He was doing his absolute best to avoid staring, quietly fidgeting in his seat and looking blankly down at his hand of cards, but Jessa's well tuned visual receptors could tell his focus was solely on her. Making the first of many advances to come that night, Jessa turned her head and deliberately batted her perfectly coiffed eyelashes at him.

The server constantly fed Jessa with a count of the cards on and off the table as well as an incredibly accurate predictive visual matrix that displayed each player's most likely set of cards. Having a bot win other's money with this inside information was certainly illegal, but utilizing so specific patrons lost at specific times of benefit to the casino was somewhere in the quasi-legal zone. Although a few of Pacific City's highest ranking police officials were aware of the sexbots existence at $tacks, they were bribed so handsomely that a police officer had never even got close enough to the operation to suspect any foul play.

Jessa utilized the servers real time card counts mainly to bait Thomas into making certain plays. Within twenty minutes he had lost $2,000 to the house, but he never lost his smile for what had begun as quick glances had turned into fervent stares between himself and Jessa.

The next hand saw the two of them as the only remaining players in the round. Jessa was planning on intentionally losing this round and had built up the pot such that Thomas' victory would certainly be enthralling. As they each played their final hand, Jessa announced her drink purchase to the cocktail waitress but also towards Thomas. A perk of her vocal bank's marvelous engineering. She spoke for the first time since her activation, "One vodka pineapple please." Her lustful tone lingering heavy in the air like early-morning mist.

The hand finished as the well endowed and very beautiful, but ultimately imperfect human waitress continued to take orders from around the table. Thomas realized he had won back almost $1,500 and the rush of winning sent coursed through his body. Jessa's visual receptors with an infrared filter noted his now surging blood flow.

Thousands of precision crafted actuators, behind Jessa's incredibly life-like SYNTHSKIN face, contracted, tightened, and loosened in harmony. The complex operation required millions of electrical signals generated from her main CPU core and resulted in Jessa's cutest pouty face to go on display towards Thomas. He waved the waitress down and pointed at himself, then with a slight wink, pointed to Jessa; his soft words would have gone unheard had it not been for Jessa's computerized audio enhancement suite. Thomas' voice first introduced itself to Jessa's local storage banks as a low confident whisper, "I'll have what she's getting, and please put hers on my tab." The waitress nodded and headed towards the bar.

Exactly 4 minutes and 37 seconds later the well endowed waitress returned making certain that Jessa got her drink before anyone else. She gently set the vodka pineapple down in front of Jessa eliciting a slight jiggle from her $tacks embroidered bustier, "The sir across from you says this one is on him." Her soft voice trailed off as she continued around the oval table. Only once Thomas had received his drink did Jessa make intentional visual contact. He raised his glass up and slightly tilted it towards her. She reciprocated the gesture, and keeping a heady stare she began playfully moving the straw around her inviting elastic lips.

Through the next few rounds it was apparent to Jessa's main CPU core that Thomas' attention was now primarily fixed on her. The poker game was now in the background of his mind, and that is exactly how Jessa planned on keeping it. His bets became more scattered and ill-minded as the Aphrodite like figure across the table continued to bait his interest.

One hand the server's predictive visual matrix anticipated a massive payout for Thomas, something that was to be avoided at this stage of Jessa's mission. Her surroundings were used as a seed for seduction algorithms that were calculated by her powerful main CPU core within several microseconds. Jessa grabbed her drink, which was mostly ice by now, and tilted the glass to her mouth such that three cubes of ice fell out and tumbled down into the bubbly cleavage of her halter top. Her eyes shut, mouth made an "o" shape, and her nipples stiffened through the sequined fabric. She opened her eyes, confirmed Thomas' mouth agape stare and began clumsily fishing the quickly melting ice cubes out. Thomas folded that hand.

Later, after nearly 2 hours of play and 6 vodka pineapples apiece, Jessa's programming determined it was time to move on. She had given him many small victories but overall he had put $22,000 down on the table and only gathered $800 of it back. His lack of eagerness to continue putting actual money on the table combined with his inability to actually approach Jessa led to her decision to end their game.

She played with a $100 chip in her hand and with perfectly manicured fingers "dropped" it to the floor and under the table so that it rolled towards Thomas. She gestured towards his direction and he bent underneath the table to retrieve her chip. However, as he grabbed the chip he watched as Jessa deliberately uncrossed her long, slender legs. His eyes followed the contours of both legs to where they melted into her glamorous, swollen, pink sex. He lingered there, taking in the moment, before returning his gaze to Jessa above the table. She bit her hip. He handed her the dropped chip. They both cashed out.


Part Two

Jessa flung her lace panties against the bathroom wall. "OHHHH! I want you so bad." She panted, guiding Thomas' hands around her firm hips. He pushed them hard against the bathroom sink, his fingertips brushing the indentations between her stomach and hips. He grinded his stiff member against the squishy gel packs of her fabricated ass. He exhaled, the temperature, velocity, direction of his hot breath against her neck registering through thousands of precision tuned dermal sensors. She reached a manicured hand behind her and pulled him into a sensuous kiss.

Server Command:::PLEASURE GUEST_457
Command Processed...
Coital Network Initiating...
...Initiating
...Initiating
...Initiating
...Initiating
...Initiating
Server Command Terminated: INSUFFICIENT BANDWIDTH...

Jessa continued with Thomas, the server's communication mishap temporarily delayed the activation of her sexual subroutines but had unimpeded her current embrace and function. She cleared the server's command from her RAM and re-initiated the process.

Server Command:::PLEASURE GUEST_457
Command Processed...
Coital Network Initiating...
...Initiating
...Initiating
...Initiating
Coital Network Initiated...
Erogenous Systems Initiating...
...Initiating
Erogenous Systems Initiated...
Fluid Reservoirs pH Sampling Initiating...
...Sampling
...Sampling
Fluid Reservoirs pH Sampling Complete...
Saliva/Tear Reservoir: 7.5
Lubrication Reservoir: 4.1
Command Processed...PLEASURE GUEST_457

Their tongues parried each other and their breathing intensified. Sensing Thomas' growing arousal against her pliable backside, Jessa gently bit his lower lip before grabbing the skirt of her dress and pulling it up to her navel. She playfully wiggled in place as Thomas momentarily took a step back to admire her cute alabaster cheeks and flushed, pink, synthetic vagina.

He whispered, his voice coarse with infatuation, "Oh my god. You are so beautiful..." Jessa interrupted his musings, under the command of the central server to continue her sexual onslaught. In a move of machine-like execution, Jessa fell to both knees and removed Thomas' pants and boxers with a swift tug.

Her agile fingers confidently wrapped around Thomas' uncompromising erection. She slowly moved her hands up and down his entire length, her precision tactile sensors dynamically building a 3D model of his member and storing it within her main CPU.

After a few moments Jessa dropped her hands and ran her warm artificial tongue across the breadth of Thomas' manhood. She meandered with precision and delicately outlined the base of his head. Her meticulously engineered actuators within her carbon fiber jaw were firing and contracting with 99.9987% accuracy under the operation of her main CPU and it's iterative 3D model.

Jessa looked up at Thomas, his eyes were clenched shut, obviously very much enjoying their interaction. She was enjoying it too, her main CPU was churning through thousands of sexual satisfaction subroutines a second; many of which were resultant of the increased number of two-way data flows between herself and the central server. Beads of fragrant lubricant slowly dripped down the insides of her glossy inner thighs.

Her total haul for the night had been $25,222.98 of "excess" revenue extracted from Thomas. This was the largest haul of any bot since she began operation at the $tacks Casino and the central server was rewarding her justly. Petabytes of data coursed through her systems. Her processors chewed ravenously through the deluge of sexual pleasure subroutines, even overclocking a few key components to optimize her performance.

Jessa had pistoned up and down Thomas' rod for 23 minutes and 45 seconds; she expertly built him up to the brink of climax eleven times before easing him back from the edge again and again. She was operating flawlessly, all her components were working harmoniously with one another making her the very definition of Aphrodite.

Jessa ended her fellatio session with a long lick and audibly popped off of Thomas. She stood up and pulled the top of her dress beneath her perky breasts before grabbing Thomas' hands and directing them onto her supple bust. He could feel her hard nipples pushing against the palms of his hand as he heatedly kneaded and massaged each cushioned silicon gel boob.

Jessa's mouth opened to moan but halfway through she paused. Her eyes crossed, a labored look overtaking her natural serene state. The introduction of stimulus to some of her system's most erogenous tactile sensors had fried one of the already overclocking processors within her motherboard.

However, her main CPU reacted instantaneously to this technical hiccup and brought online two auxiliary processors to run in parallel with the struggling motherboard.

Jessa's brief pause lasted only 2.89 seconds, and she immediately wrapped her svelte frame around Thomas following this system reconfiguration. Thomas thought he heard a distant clicking sound, but his mind was soon elsewhere as Jessa's flexible lips locked with his own. He momentarily noticed the slightest smell of burning plastic as Jessa's soft breasts contoured against his rib cage, her nails digging into his back.

Jessa was confident in her recovery, but her main CPU still insisted on quickly formulating a plausible explanation of her technical 'mishap' for Thomas. 22 milliseconds later she queried her main CPU's derived explanation with the casino's Central Sever; 12 milliseconds after that the server green-lit the explanation and fed it directly through her verbal synthesizers.

Jessa gently pulled her mouth away from Thomas' and opened her delicate lips to speak. "SORRRRR#$#%^$^%&(%P)#))$#$##--------98@#@$FTG^*=-" Clipped digital audio poured out of her mouth, her electric lip actuators struggling and failing to open and close with any synchronization to the sound.

Her mouth closed and the digital audio distortion slowly winded down behind it. Jessa's systems halted once again; her polished camera lens eyes crossed as her main CPU ran thousands of self diagnostics in an attempt to remedy her function.

Thomas spoke concernedly after several frozen seconds, "Are...are you alright?"

Jessa's auditory suite received the continuous analog sound wave of Thomas' question. Her systems measured it at 44,100 times a second, applied thousands of noise gate filters, digitally converted the resultant wave into numerical representations of the most important features, applied complex algorithms to guess possible words, corroborated sentence structure, determined meaning through her vast internal dictionary, and constructed a response only milliseconds after Thomas had finished asking the question.

Her internal diagnostic tool had already determined the root cause of her vocal glitch. The newly operating auxiliary processors running in parallel with her motherboard weren't specked for the server's recently updated speech transfer protocols and therefore had botched the server's signal translation. A quick update to their functionality had them operating per full specifications.

2.22 seconds after he spoke Jessa recovered, her beautiful prairie green eyes uncrossed and she finally replied. "Sorrrrry..." She pouted, "I'm such an airhead, sometimes I have these little fits. But I'm fine now I promise!" She flashed an alluring smile, her perfect ivory white teeth gleaming. She then struck an inviting pose, hands on her hips, head cocked cutely to the side.

Thomas took her in, her sequined dress bunched up around her midriff exposing her perky breasts and flushed sex. He subconsciously noticed the slight clicking sound again, but was transfixed with the beauty before him.

He stepped towards her and pushed her against the back wall. Jessa's systems fully readied themselves, her hot synthetic sex fully lubricated and gently pulsing in anticipation. Her agile hands guided Thomas' stiff member past her flushed labia and into her wet folds, the iterative 3D model stored in her memory banks prompting slight adjustments to her velvet soft vaginal wells as he slipped in and out.

His hands gripped her pliable breasts and he needily pressed his lips against hers. Jessa moaned as Thomas moved in and out with an almost urgent rhythm. She gingerly bit his lower lip as he moved his hands to cradle her plastic haunches, pumping faster and deeper.

"OHHHHH God! Thomas you're going to make me c-c-cccc-ooommmmmeeeezzzttxchchshs$%$&@*$@#(#$" Jessa's voice slipped into the digitized noise from before and all of her systems were too tied up to respond. She cut off her vocal synthesizers, never ceasing her wild bucking and riding of Thomas' erection.

Jessa's sensors picked up on Thomas nearing orgasm and her programming automatically triggered the initiation of her own orgasm subroutine. The influx of new pleasure driven data pulsed through her already taxed system. Her movements became jerky and artificial as data was hastily directed and redirected throughout her many subsystems.

Thomas, nearing his own finale, picked up on Jessa's odd movements, and once again noticed the distant clicking noise. Only this time, it seemed closer and more erratic. It seemed to be emanating from within Jessa. Panting and without stopping his pumping he spoke, "Do you hear that?".

Jessa looked at him quizzically for a moment before responding with a sub-vocalized movement of her lips accompanied with only a faint digital buzz. Thomas, thrusting ever harder, responded, "What?"

Jessa's strained processing power finally hit wall. The thousands of debuggers and diagnostic tools that were holding together her current operation crashed. The failure of one starting a cascading effect that ripped through her processing ability. Her orgasm subroutine finally fully loaded into place and blew her auxiliary processors.

Her pelvis continued it's wild rhythm as light smoke leaked from her mouth and nose. Thomas noticed the smoke and strong scent of burning plastic but was too near his own climax to stop. He was in ecstasy slipping in and out of her perfect synthetic sex, and he finally exploding into the malfunctioning sexbot.

Jessa's orgasm subroutines hit their climax timed with Thomas' and her vaginal walls tightened and quivered around his ejaculating member, gently pulling in every last drop. The clicking noise was almost deafening now as her internal components were destroyed one by one.

He yelled, "OHHHHHHHHHH!"

Her compromised systems tried to reciprocate, "$%$*$@((^$%$*FSAHGR(#@@# COOMEEEEEE..CCCOMEEEE R$#%85239423". Her main CPU gave way next, her body twitched and convulsed and her glossy eyes crossed.

Thomas pulled out of the still warm bot and gently lowered her to the ground. He looked upon the writhing, smoking synthetic body beneath him and whispered, "What a shame."


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