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LISA'S TALE DAY 1: A COURTESY SUITES STORY

By DB  ( DB_Story@att.net / http://DB_Story.home.att.net )

Copyrightc 2001 by DB.

ASSM/ASFR (M/Fembot, cons, rom)

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- - -

Author's Note: This story was written as a follow-on to EHY's 
original Courtesy Suites story.  EHY gave me permission to 
explore his idea further.  Small details may differ since 
Courtesy Suites is a chain of ultra luxury hotels offering the 
ultimate in personal service.  The original Courtesy Suites 
story, and additional adventures there as well as other of EHY's 
writings in this area, may be found at his web-site: 
http://www.geocities.com/ipmstories/ .

A special thanks to Gorgo for his excellent and much appreciated 
proofreading.

- - -

Matt unconsciously held his breath as he walked through the 
ornate door and across the beautiful reception area of the 
Courtesy Suites Hotel.

This is going to work, he thought to himself, as he approached 
the reception desk.

A very attractive woman with short auburn hair looked up to him 
as he got close to the desk.  Matt noted her name -- Traci -- on 
her blue name badge.

She smiled up at him the most inviting smile Matt could ever 
recall receiving from such an appealing woman, then asked in a 
warm contralto, "Yes, Sir.  May I help you?"

For a moment, Matt forgot his carefully rehearsed lines for this 
situation, but quickly recovered.

"Yes, you may.  I'm Matt Samuals.  I believe you have a room for 
me?"

The woman briefly looked down at the computer screen embedded in 
the counter and tapped a couple keys with a perfectly manicured 
red nail, then looked back up and flashed an even warmer smile.

"Yes.  Here it is.  Arranged and prepaid by the Towers Hotel."

The tension Matt had been holding since entering suddenly 
released, and he almost had to catch the counter as a wave of 
weak relief rushed through him.  He grabbed at his emotions 
instead however, took a quick deep breath, and looked back up to 
see the same, even hazel eyes looking at him as though nothing at 
all had just happened.

"If you'll just sign here," she continued, handing him a stylus 
and indicating the electronic pad on the desk.

"Uh, thank you...Traci," Matt got out, and then quickly scribbled 
his name across the pad.  He then reached back toward her with 
the stylus and felt her cool fingers deftly take it from his 
hand.

Matt then waited for the automatic request that didn't come.  
Finally he asked, "Don't you need to see my credit card?"

This got a small smile at the corner of the mouth from Traci.  
She quickly hid it however, lest it make this guest the least bit 
uncomfortable.

"Is this your first visit to Courtesy Suites, Mr. Samuals?"

"Uh, yes.  I mean no.  What I mean is, I was here once before, 
but not as a guest.  I was visiting a friend...who was a 
guest...at the time..."

Traci broke into Matt's confused recitation with, "I understand 
completely.  I don't need to see your credit card because your 
room has been prepaid.  At Courtesy Suites the room rate is all-
inclusive.  There are no additional expenses to be concerned 
about."

That left Matt very relieved.  No additional expenses to need to 
justify to the accounting weasels on his return home.  He had 
considered even not reporting any additional expenses and just 
eating them himself, but as a still single man saving towards 
escaping from his small apartment back home, extravagant spending 
was the last thing he wanted to indulge in on this trip.

"I will however need your thumb print," Traci said, reaching 
gently out to take his hand and guide it towards the electronic 
pad.  "To access the elevators and unlock your room door," she 
added, sensing his confusion.  "Our security - and privacy - are 
very strict."

Her touch was gentle, affirming, and Matt suddenly realized he 
hadn't asked the first question that should have come to mind.

"Excuse me, but, uh, are you a...you know...a..."

"An android?" she finished for him.  "Yes I am." She smiled back 
to him, yet again.  "All hotel staff members with blue name 
badges are androids, or fembots, if you prefer.  We never confuse 
our guests about what we are unless." she looked at him with a 
positively mischievous twinkle in her eye, "They want to be 
confused."

"I'm happy to hear that," Matt replied, realizing that Traci was 
still holding his hand, and that he didn't mind that at all.

He might have stood there all night, quite enchanted with 
realizing that if he couldn't tell Traci was an android until she 
told him, then the rest of the hotel's staff would be equally 
convincing.  But then she gently gave him back his hand and said, 
"I guess that just about completes check-in.  Your room is 9104 
on the ninth floor.  The elevators are just around the corner, 
and your luggage is being delivered to your room."

Matt mumbled a thank you, and was turning towards the indicated 
elevators when he realized he'd forgotten something very 
important.  He turned back and started to ask, "Excuse me again, 
but do I arrange with you my, uh, services..."

Traci pulled up another of her dazzling array of smiles as she 
replied, "Any member of the staff can make arrangements for you 
at any time.  Most guests prefer to make their choices from the 
comfort of their rooms after they get settled in."

That sounds good to me, Matt thought to himself, and then added 
to her, "Thanks, Traci."

"You're welcome, Mr. Samuals.  Have a nice stay at Courtesy 
Suites."

* * *

Matt walked down the hall, still not believing this was actually 
happening.  Expecting someone to call out his name at any moment 
and tell him there had been a mistake.  That he would have to go 
back to his stuffy business hotel.

A couple of young women were coming the other way down the hall 
towards him, caught up in some mutual secret that they were 
laughing over, not paying any attention to the rest of the world. 
Matt stopped and moved to the side to let them pass.  They looked 
up at the last moment to see him and he caught the flash of blue 
badges.

Astonishing.  Even with each other they act like real girls.

As he stood there for a moment in the hall, realizing what he'd 
just seen, there was a light brush on his shoulder and a soft 
"Excuse me," as a man brushed past on his way down the hall. Did 
he have a blue badge too?

Just ahead was 9104.  The little silver plate with the 
illuminated amber oval beside the door rewarded the touch of this 
thumb with click as the room door smoothly opened, and just as 
smoothly closed behind him.

My own room at Courtesy Suites.

That had been the goal, now achieved.  All the careful arranging 
of a room at a busy business hotel on a trade show weekend.  
Guaranteeing the room through the credit card, and then asking 
for late changes to a much in-demand No Smoking room and a single 
king bed.  Finally, arriving late and trusting that they were 
overbooked.  Feigning disappointment (while pointing out that 
they had a responsibility under their room guarantee to get him a 
room somewhere), and suggesting that his business appointments 
over the next 3 days required him to be housed in the immediate 
area.

When they offered to arrange a room at the nearby Courtesy Suites 
(because your company does a lot of business with us, they said) 
at no additional charge, and provide transportation to the hotel, 
it had been hard to show the right degree of quiet resignation to 
that fate -- since that had been Matt's carefully crafted plan 
since his last trip to the city nearly four months earlier.

* * *

The room was beautifully modern and spacious.  A proper suite in 
an all-suites hotel.  But Courtesy Suites was known for the 
service of their staff above all else.  The only question was, 
how does one get these services started?  That turned out to be 
no problem at all.

The luggage was already waiting in the room.  Fast service, and 
no one waiting to grab a tip.

In the center of the otherwise dark wall television screen, was a 
red dot labeled: Start Here.  Next to the bed was a wireless 
pointing device.  Matt picked it up, pointed it at the dot, and 
clicked.

The screen immediately brightened into quadrants labeled: City 
Information, Movies & Entertainment, Audio Programs, and Hotel 
Services.

Clicking on Hotel Services brought up choices for: Hotel 
Information, Meals, Staff Services, and Direct Assistance.

Not sure where to go next, Matt clicked on Direct Assistance, and 
the screen dissolved to show another attractive woman wearing a 
blue badge proclaiming her as Stephanie, looking directly out 
from the screen.

"Yes, Mr. Samuals.  How may we be of assistance?"

This was a bit unexpected.

"Can you see me?" Matt asked, suddenly embarrassed.

"No, Mr. Samuals.  The vision connection is one-way only."

"Then could I have you call me Matt?"

"Certainly, Matt.  Now how may I assist you?"

How do I ask for it?  Bob made it seem so easy.  Well, it's now 
or never.

"There was a...woman...I wanted to meet.  She was a member of 
your hotel staff."

"Ah, yes.  Would you like her personal service tonight?"

"Yes.  That's it.  I would, I mean."

"Then it is my pleasure to assist you in arranging for any of our 
available staff to meet your needs.  You may either tell me what 
you wish, or return to the previous screen and select Staff 
Services to review each member of our staff until you determine 
which of them will best meet your requirements."

Stephanie then paused to allow Matt to determine how he wanted to 
proceed.  Her information screen had told her that Matt was a 
first-time guest at Courtesy Suites, and until they had spent 
some time interacting with him and building a profile of his 
particular desires, her best course of action was to present 
alternatives and let him make all the choices.  The fact that she 
even used an information screen when working with a guest - like 
Traci had done at the front desk - was merely another human touch 
to help the guest feel comfortable.  Stephanie could have just as 
easily used her internal wireless connection to the hotel network 
for all her information requirements.  But studies had shown that 
a beautiful woman who just seemed to pull the answers out of thin 
air was daunting to many guests.  Courtesy Suites was, if 
anything, thorough in how they created and maintained their 
staging of guest/staff relations.

Matt hesitated for a moment.  Although he knew what he wanted, it 
still might be fun to look over the catalog otherwise just to see 
what else might be available.  There was a short tug-of-war 
between those alternatives, until he realized he'd be here for 
the entire long weekend.  There would be plenty of time to look 
at other options if the first one didn't pan out as he hoped.

Matt turned back to the TV where Stephanie was patiently waiting 
and said, "Actually, I do know what I'd like for tonight. There 
was a tall woman here by the name of Lisa, with brunette hair 
and..."

"I know whom you mean," Stephanie broke in with, "And," she said, 
looking down briefly, "Lisa is currently available.  Shall I send 
her to your room?"

"Yes.  In about 20 minutes would be perfect."

"She'll be there.  Do you have any special requests for her?"

Matt thought for a moment, then told Stephanie how he'd like Lisa 
to appear.

* * *

Lisa received her activation signal down in the storage hall 
below the main floor where she waited between assignments.  
Unlike some of the other fembots (her preferred term for 
herself), Lisa did not routinely fill in at regular hotel duties 
between assignments, as some others did.

Sometimes -- actually quite often -- a guest would ask for time 
with the first fembot he met at the hotel.  This was usually 
whoever was working at reception.  Or perhaps the guest would 
meet one of the staff in the halls returning from another 
assignment.  When that happened, another fembot would be 
activated to take over the required duties to keep the hotel 
running smoothly and the guests served.  Lisa was enough out of 
the norm however that she was seldom tapped for those duties.  
The pool was also another popular unstructured meeting place.  If 
Lisa hadn't been with any guests for a few days, she might be 
given pool duty, which was much more fulfilling than just 
standing around powered down.

Lisa opened her eyes to determine what had changed since she had 
gone dormant in the storage hall.  The lighting was dim, however, 
her enhanced sight could see clearly even in this light.

She noticed her friend Darci was not in the storage hall.  She 
could have queried the network for Darci's assignment and 
location, however that was not germane to her current task.  
Often there were requests for both her and Darci to meet a guest 
together.  Tonight the request was just for her.

Lisa shifted her weight slightly.  Her normal resting posture was 
standing in a natural pose with one leg pushed ahead. She stepped 
down from the wooden forms that supported and contoured her 
beautiful feet at the same angle as though she was wearing 3-1/2 
heels.  At six feet and an inch tall, Lisa was the tallest fembot 
at this Courtesy Suites hotel, and was perfectly balanced in 
heels up to 4 inches tall.  At this moment however, she is 
barefoot and only wearing a white sheet.  All her fine clothes 
and accessories are kept clean and waiting in the wardrobe until 
she needs them next.

Satisfied that she knows the lay of the room, Lisa walked towards 
wardrobe, to get ready for her next assignment.

* * *

Matt is nervous when thinking about seeing Lisa again.  He paces 
around the room, taking sips from the glass of wine that was part 
of his request for this evening.  He keeps thinking back four 
months ago when Bob, the top salesman in the company, invited him 
and the rest of the engineering team to come over and spend the 
evening with him at Courtesy Suites.

Matt had to deal with a last minute technical glitch, and had 
arrived later than the rest of the group.  By the time he got 
there, the party was in full swing.

Bob was celebrating the closing of the deal (and his sizable 
commission, no doubt).  His junior sales partner, the four other 
engineers, and a couple of the customers were there when Matt 
arrived.  The room was full of food, music, loud talk - and four 
of the most beautiful women Matt could remember.

Suzie looked like a little (and very well-built) French maid with 
black curly hair and a figure too lush for the small maid's 
outfit.  Or half an outfit, since it had no back on it at all.  
She was working behind the food tables, and was handling both 
food and bar service.  She was short, barely 5'4", and had the 
cutest giggle each time she was pinched.  And every time one of 
the men went over to get food or another glass, they pinched her.

Sharon was a 5'7" honey blonde in a very short dress and skimpy 
top who was sitting with two of the engineers and the sales 
assistant, all involved in some sort of drinking game.

Darci was the absolute center of attention.  She would have stood 
5'10" barefoot, and was perched on 4" heels.  Her bright blond 
hair, and dress even shorter than Sharon's, showed her figure to 
perfection. And it was a figure to appeal to any engineer who 
worked with figures all day long.  Forty-DD breasts.  The 
thinnest waist.  And legs that seemed to stretch forever.  In 
fact, what she looked most of all like was a popular girl's doll 
grown to life-size. Darci stood in the middle of the rest of the 
group that was laughing uncontrollably about something as Matt 
came in.

It took a minute to see what was happening.  And several more to 
understand it.  As Suzie pressed a drink into Matt's hand, Matt 
was watching Bob, who had his TV remote in his hand. Except that 
the TV wasn't turned on, and every time Bob pressed a button, the 
men started laughing again.

Matt finally realized that each time Bob pressed a button, part 
of Sharon stopped moving.  Like an arm, or a leg.  Then he'd 
press it again and she could move it again.  The rest of the men 
were finding this uproarious.

Just as Matt figured out what was happening - if not why - and 
walked over to get a closer look, Bob started doing combinations 
of the buttons.  He'd ask Darci to fetch him something, or shake 
hands or kiss one of the other men, then freeze several parts of 
her and watch how she tried to accommodate his request.  The rest 
of the group was just about falling off their feet now, and Darci 
seemed to be having as much fun as the men were.

Then Bob said loudly, "Now watch this."  He then told a bawdy old 
joke about a one-legged seaman, a mermaid, and an octopus that 
would be absolutely unrepeatable to any audience and probably get 
him fired if he told it in the office.  While the men laughed, 
Darci wrinkled up her noise in the prettiest possible expression 
of distaste - just as any woman would.  Bob then pressed a button 
that Matt saw was labeled BACK 2, and Darci froze for a moment, 
then tried to move an arm that hadn't worked a couple minutes 
ago.

"How'd you like that joke, Darci," Bob said with a leer?

"What joke?" she asked with a confused look.

"What did I tell you, guys?  How many times in your life have you 
been with a pretty girl and suddenly realized that you really 
wanted to take back what you had just said or did in the last two 
minutes?"

The sounds of assent were unanimous.

Now that Bob was done with his demonstration with Darci, everyone 
else wanted to try her as well.  While they fought over the 
remote - which obviously now was NOT the TV remote - Bob wandered 
over to the bar to harass Susie, and Matt took a first look 
around the rest of the crowded room.  And there she was, sitting 
in the corner, looking far too good to be part of this crowd.

Lisa looked elegant even sitting in the corner.  Long dark brown 
hair.  A face and figure that was the definition of Supermodel, 
rather than Darci's extreme sexuality.  And a quietness about her 
that set her apart from Darci's party girl appeal.  Matt walked 
over to get a closer look.

As he approached he wondered if she was frozen too.  Then she 
rose smoothly from her chair to stand on 3" heels.  Even so, she 
was taller than Darci.  In fact, her deep, clear brown eyes 
looked directly across to Matt's own.  At 6'4" himself, Matt 
seldom met a woman at such a convenient viewing angle.

How long that look lasted Matt couldn't say afterwards, but it 
was broken when Bob came over and slapped him on the shoulders in 
greeting.

"Finally made it, I see.  Everything okay?"

"Sure, Bob.  It was just an adjustment that had slipped.  She's 
humming like a kitten now."

"Glad to hear.  Got to keep the customer's happy.  I see you've 
met Lisa here.  Lisa, this is Matt."

"Pleased to meet you, Matt," she said, in a warm contralto.

She extended her hand, which Matt took.  It was warm and soft.

"Matt's a loner, like you I guess," Bob added unhelpfully, before 
wandering off to check on the drinking game.

With the moment broken, Matt could take a moment to look at the 
rest of Lisa beyond her eyes.  Unlike the other women, Lisa was 
wearing an almost full length, silky white dress with a slit up 
the right side clear to her hip.  Pretty black heels which were 
little more than soles with thin straps were the only thing she 
needed.  The dress softly hugged her slim figure, showing just a 
hint of nipples from what might be B size breasts nudging the 
fabric at chest height.  Such a difference from Darci's double-D 
chest that had everyone's attention, and somehow more elegant and 
sexy.  The slit showed a length of shapely leg to rival even 
Darci.

"You're new here, aren't you?" she asked.

"Uh, yes."

Lisa reached down and picked up a control from the table like the 
one the group around Darci was fighting over.  "May I explain to 
you how these work?"

"I don't think that will be necessary.  I've already seen Bob's 
demonstration.  But can I ask."

"Yes?" she prompted, lowering her eyes.

"Uh, does it hurt?"

Lisa looked up in apparent surprise.  As though this was the last 
question she had expected.  Then she laughed a beautiful, natural 
laugh.  "Of course it doesn't hurt.  We are precisely made to be 
able to respond to our controllers without damage.  And to any 
reasonable guest's request as well."

This was just extraordinary.  (Now don't think Matt was dumb.  He 
knew - EVERYONE knew - what Courtesy Suites was all about.  It's 
just the reality of it is so very different from that previous, 
theoretical knowledge.)

Lisa sensed his confusion.  Most guests were quite taken aback by 
their first encounter with a Courtesy Suites staff member, and 
even more taken aback by her than by most of the others.  Lisa 
was at the far end of the curve for the staff, being the tallest 
and having some other special qualities as well.  She also knew 
several ways to break the ice.

"Would you like to dance?" She asked him.

Matt only trusted himself to nod yes.  That worked just fine 
though as Lisa flowed into his arms for a sensuous slow dance 
that made up for all the long hours of the project in an instant. 
 The moment might have lasted forever except it was rudely 
interrupted by a strong tap on Matt's right shoulder.  Fred had 
left the drinking game - from his looks and steadiness, either 
the winner, or loser - to stagger over to Matt.

"Mind if I cut in?" he slurred out.

"I suppose," Matt replied, lying through his teeth.

Fred was a good six inches shorter than Matt.  Lisa looked him 
over, then gracefully reached down and slipped her heels off 
before continuing with him.

Damn! Matt thought to himself.  That's how it always happens.  
You find someone beautiful, available, and willing.  And once 
you've proven she is approachable, everyone else horns in.

Matt noticed that Fred wasn't going to be able to finish his 
dance with Lisa before the junior sales assistant was going to 
take his shot, so he wandered back towards the rest of the group. 
There was still a crowd around Darci, and Bob seemed to have 
taken Fred's place with Sharon.  That seemed to have degenerated 
into a strip poker game with Sharon's top already off.  Sharon 
was very lovely with perfect pointed breasts, but after his brief 
encounter with Lisa, Sharon seemed just another pretty girl.

Matt wandered over to Susie just to talk, and learned that these 
services were common at Courtesy Suites.  Everything Bob had 
arranged for this party was covered by the basic room rate for 
this room - a medium size suite - and that Suzie had seen much 
wilder parties than this one.  Did anyone ever just have a quiet 
evening with a staff member?  Of course.  In fact, it was 
surprisingly popular to have a member of the staff drop by just 
for the guest to have someone to talk to, or get a massage from. 
 Courtesy Suites caters to a wide range of guest requests.  
Whatever the guest wishes, we do our utmost to provide.  And yes, 
Lisa is one of our nicest staff members.

By then the party was starting to break down.  It was clear what 
Bob had in mind for the rest of his evening, and the junior 
salesman was clearly staking out Sharon and the couch.  Susie was 
starting to clean up the remains of the food and drink, and 
though Lisa looked over longingly at him once, she was 
continuously double-teamed by the remaining men.  It was time to 
go back to the strictly business hotel that the company had 
gotten for the rest of them.  How Bob pulled this off, getting a 
room at Courtesy Suites, would remain one of those mysteries in 
life.  Bob would just go out and do things, and as top salesman 
it never seemed questioned.  As Matt fell asleep that night 
however, a glimmering of a plan was already hatching in his mind.

* * *

As Lisa walked down the ninth floor hallway, she was pleased with 
her choice of clothing.  The long white gown moved easily and 
felt great, and the waist high slit kept showing the entire 
length of her elegant tanned leg.  The black three-inch heels 
were her favorite, the thin straps leaving her feet almost nude 
while giving the best shape to her legs.  The guest had asked for 
this particular outfit, but nothing else was known about him.  
His thumbprint proved he had never been a guest at this Courtesy 
Suites.

A new guest is always a challenge, particularly for Lisa.  Her 
tall, elegant looks are often intimidating to guests.  They think 
they want her until they actually met her.  She is also the most 
intelligent member of the staff.  Much as any smart woman learns 
to hide that part of her mind, for Lisa it somehow always seemed 
to come across to the disquiet of many a guest.

Now, just like any other member of the professional staff, Lisa 
would do exactly what the guest asked of her to the absolute 
limit of her ability.  Also she carried with her the standard 
remote that would let the guest override her systems at will.  
She shouldn't have been able to intimidate a fly.  But she did.

Lisa and Darci both were special.  Most of the staff are built on 
a standard platform that allowed for a wide variation in height 
and appearance.  But for Darci and Lisa, an extended chassis was 
needed to give them their full height and provide the extra power 
necessary for their larger mass.  With that extra space and power 
reserve, some additional processing capabilities were included.

Machine intelligence isn't like human intelligence.  The creative 
spark that fires human thought is hard for robots.  Robots do 
excel however in fast accurate retrieval and cross-matching of 
data.  As such, the standard staff member of Courtesy Suites was 
able to come across as having an IQ of about 135 points in most 
areas of human interaction, using their fast memory to make up 
for the difficulties of original thinking.  Darci's extra 
abilities put her at about 147 IQ points, though she somehow knew 
how to keep it to herself.  Lisa topped out at 151 points.  For 
some reason Lisa could never figure out though, Darci was very 
popular with all the men and even many of the women, while Lisa 
(who got invited to a lot of the same parties because people 
would ask for Darci and a similar friend) seemed to click with 
very few of them.  Maybe someday someone would explain it to her.

As Lisa arrived at room 9104, she paused a moment to be sure 
everything was exactly in place.  First impressions mean so very 
much.  Then she tapped lightly on the door.

The door opened and she was faced by a tall man who looked 
straight across into her eyes.

This was a great first impression, for Lisa.  The fact that he 
was tall boded well.  And that he was smiling.

While Lisa would do her best to fulfil the requests of any guest, 
she always felt bad when she felt she had failed.

Many shorter men had requested her company, and appeared very 
unhappy with the experience.

Some spent the entire night freezing her in awkward positions 
(which was completely fine), yet not seeming to enjoy the 
experience (which wasn't so fine).  They would order her to 
remove her heels to not be so tall.  Some asked for her to crawl 
to them, never having her head above theirs, to meet their 
wishes, but still weren't happy afterwards.

Once a couple of foreign men froze all but her head and thought 
processes in a standing position and spent the whole night 
walking around her screaming obscenities.  While no member of the 
Courtesy Suites staff ever takes any guest's behavior personally, 
none of the other fembots ever recorded this type of treatment.

Lisa would often try to suggest that there might be a better 
staff member for this particular guest.  After all, the hotel had 
more than enough staff for every guest.  Why ask for and spend 
time with someone who doesn't make you happy?

Overall however the hotel appeared to remain happy with her 
abilities on the job.  Her evaluations were always top notch.

Tonight, however, looked like it might have a more promising 
start.

Time to give him the new guest introduction.  Lisa reached for 
her controller and started to speak.

* * *

Matt looked at the woman in the hallway and had to catch his 
breath.  It was like being punched in the stomach.  She looked 
exactly like he remembered.  No, she looked better.  And tonight 
there wasn't a crowd of mostly drunk fellow employees around to 
spoil things.

As he just looked at her she spoke.  "Hi, I'm Lisa.  May I come 
in?"

Matt nodded as she walked in and closed the door behind her.  She 
then removed one of those TV-type remotes from around her neck 
and handed it to him saying, "This controller will let you take 
control of any aspect of me that you wish.  By pressing these 
buttons, you can freeze."

Matt interrupted her.

"Don't you remember me?"

* * *

Those words interrupted Lisa's welcome routine.  While memory 
files are kept on all guests, those files are locked away.  
Overall experiences -- good and bad -- are retained for learning 
purposes, but the specifics of which apply to each guest are 
removed when not in the presence of that guest.  This preserves 
every guest's privacy.

Matt Samuals had never been a guest at Courtesy Suites, so Lisa 
had not uploaded any memory files on him.  But it appeared now 
that he had met her, so she sent an urgent request to the archive 
computer for a list of possible matches.

Just under two seconds later a list of five most likely matches 
were uploaded and she matched the correct one to the man in front 
of her.

As she was getting her answer, he turned on some music.  Then 
reaching over he took the controller out of her hand and placed 
in on a table.  Lisa looked up, smiled, and asked: "Would you 
like to dance?"

* * *

By the third dance, she had slipped out of her heels and was 
nestled against my shoulder at the perfect height for a man to 
look down into the eyes of a beautiful woman.  As the music 
stopped, I reached around and stroked the full length of her bare 
back down the oval cut in the back of her dress.  No woman could 
wear a bra in a dress like this.  The dress's message was a not-
so-subtle announcement that there was only the thin, silky fabric 
between me and her very female breasts.  Her skin was soft, 
smooth, and warm. So much so that I wondered for a moment if she 
was a real woman only pretending to be an android.

Then the music paused at the end of the song.  I might have held 
her forever like this, but she stepped back.  Then looking at me 
from the great distance of six inches, softly asked, "Is dancing 
all you want to do with me?"

Wow!  I mean, how often in life do you get such an open 
invitation from any woman?

But her question flustered me.  Yes, I did have all kinds of 
things planned that I had really wanted to do.  They had just 
kind of floated away on a warm haze while we were dancing.  I 
guess the reality of holding her - alone - in my arms was far 
more than my imagination had believed.  It kind of just changed 
everything.

She watched me evenly while I worked this all out, then gave me a 
quick kiss full on the lips before dancing backwards laughing.

"Surely, kind Sir," she said, gently chiding, "I am attractive to 
you as more than just as a dancing partner."

I found myself laughing too.

* * *

The man I recognized now had a name.  Matt.  I remember him as 
the shy one from a party several months earlier.  He had been 
invited by the Courtesy Suites guest at the time.  But since he 
was not a registered guest himself at that time, there had been 
no individual record started on him.

I had gone to the party with Suzie, Sharon, and Darci.  As usual, 
I had been the odd woman out.  Although we had all been picked 
out specifically by the Courtesy Suites guest, I was the first 
one released to go back to storage that night as the party wound 
down and the guests remaining at Courtesy Suites were picking out 
with whom they would spend the rest of the night.  This was 
actually more typical than not for my encounters.  I sometimes 
wondered why the hotel kept me, rather than giving my space to a 
more popular model?  And why men seemed unable to pick the right 
woman for themselves?

This man - Matt - had been different.  He had come over to me 
almost immediately after arriving, and had not backed off when he 
had seen my true height and appearance.  I suspect that him being 
tall had helped, but that may not have been all of it.

Asking him to dance had been a natural.  It is one way all of us 
break the ice.  It's a socially acceptable way we can get the 
guest to start touching and interacting with us, which we enjoy 
as much as they seem to.  And even those men who don't think they 
can dance at all seem to forget their fears when a lovely member 
of our staff asks.

I liked Matt at the time because he had seemed to like and see 
value in me without following the crowd.  I'd hoped we'd be able 
to interact more.  But typical of that type of party, once the 
first man breaks that ice with an intimidating woman, everyone 
else piles on.  Of course, I treat all my guests equally, the 
very best I can.  I'd wished he'd stayed though and asked me to 
spend more time with him.  He had been neither afraid, nor drunk 
that night, and he had left me feeling better than any other 
guest.

So when he prompted my memory recall, it was a natural to pick up 
where we had left off - dancing.

And it was fun, most of all knowing we wouldn't be interrupted 
this time.  I do my best work and get the greatest satisfaction 
when I can focus my efforts on pleasing one guest.  So I hoped 
he'd want more interaction with me beyond just dancing, and took 
a chance at the pause after the third dance to ask him that 
directly.  It was a calculated risk.

I liked his response.

* * *

My initial ideas of what I wanted to do with Lisa had morphed 
already since she had come into my room only a few minutes ago.

What did I really want to do with her?  A lot of things, 
including the obvious.  But now that I was really here, her offer 
was like being presented with the finest gourmet meal all at 
once.  It had everything wanted, but I didn't want to try and 
gulp it all at once.

Lisa stood there waiting with a quiet, elegant patience while I 
sorted out what to try first.   I realized that I didn't need to 
be rushed about this.  She wasn't about to get impatient with me 
while I tried to make up my mind.  At least, I didn't think she'd 
get impatient.

"Lisa, can I spend a couple minutes deciding what I'd like to do 
next?"

"Of course, silly.  We have as long as you want."

That was nice to hear.  Still though, I realized that I find such 
incredibly beautiful women intimidating.  One does not escape 
their past in a moment.

And that proved my answer on what I really wanted first.

Lisa must have seen the decision in my expression, because she 
asked again, "What do you want me to do next?"

I looked over to her remote that I had set down on the table, 
then back to her.

"Do I need to use that?"

"You may use it if you wish.  Many people feel it gives them full 
control.  But you can just tell me what you want as well.  I 
accept voice commands from my designated guest in exactly the 
same manner."

"I like the latter better," I replied, finding the thought of 
using such a control on this a beautiful creature an unacceptable 
intrusion upon her.  "This is what I'd like you to do."

* * *

The beautiful fembot stood posed in the empty room.  The request 
for Lisa had been for her to be waiting for a new guest who had 
not yet returned.  So she waited, with her android's patience.

She stood in the middle room in a perfect model's pose.  Her 
luxurious long dark hair falling down over her arched, bare back. 
The simple, yet on her stylish, full-length white-sheath dress 
draping her body.  Three-inch black pumps giving her a stunning 
height and impossible shapeliness to her legs.  Half-erect 
nipples pressed against the thin, white fabric, making her high, 
tight B-size breasts appear even larger.

She faced away from the door so that she could turn to face it 
when the guest entered and his first impression would be of her 
in motion.  Lisa was the most intelligent of the fembots at 
Courtesy Suites.  She wished more men would appreciate all she 
could offer them.

Lisa knew that she made her best impression when in motion.  The 
sweep of her hair, swirl of this dress, and the quick flash of 
her legs as she turned on her heels.  A quick dip that let a 
guest glimpse her unrestrained breasts.  All of these always 
brought admiring smiles from the men - and women - guests. So she 
was glad to have this opportunity prepare for his arrival.  Until 
then she stood straight, with her right leg pushed forward just 
enough to bare its entire length from ankle to thigh in the 
waist-high slit up that side of her dress.  She liked this dress 
in particular because she could show an entire leg when posing 
properly in it.

The rest of her systems remained on medium activation.  
Arousal/sexual response was on hold while she was alone, and 
boredom was not an issue.  As the minutes ticked passed, she 
wondered if she could become better prepared than she already 
was.

Finally she stepped away from her chosen spot and walked over to 
the room's full-length mirror.  She checked her hair and makeup 
like any woman would, always afraid that just the passage of time 
hand rendered it less than perfect.  Then she walked slowly 
around the room, swishing the dress around her long legs.  She 
looked over the luggage in the room and the dress coat hanging in 
the closet.  The coat size told her that this guest was a tall 
man himself, which pleased her.  It takes a tall man to 
appreciate a tall woman she had once heard.

Finally she went over and sat down on the couch.  She crossed her 
right knee over her left, and managed again to have her dress 
fall just right so that her entire leg down to her elegant foot 
was exposed.

She considered for awhile if this might be a better pose from 
which to greet her guest - rising to meet him in one smooth 
motion when he entered his room.  Finally she decided that her 
original pose was best, and rose from the couch to resume it.

She had just moved back into it when she heard a voice say, "Move 
to next scenario," and everything went black.

* * *

Matt sat on the end of the bed gazing at the beautiful woman in 
his room.  She stood poised like an exquisite statue only three 
feet away.  She was executing the first part of his request with 
mechanical perfection, yet there was still a human touch as well.

After a couple of questions to her on now to phrase his requests, 
Matt had told her that he wanted to be able to look at her 
without feeling self-conscious.  Although he didn't want to erase 
her memory the way Bob had after his bad jokes, he did want to 
rewind the encounter such that Lisa had arrived at an empty room 
and was waiting for him to get there himself.

He had helped pose her such that he could just gaze upon her 
without worry of her reaction.  She was instructed to not notice 
him at all, and to believe the room was completely empty, except 
that she wouldn't accidentally walk into him.

Now she stood there just waiting for an audience, of which she 
was truly deserving.  Matt noted that even when she believed 
herself completely alone, how she never stopped being a woman.  
Her dark, long-lashed eyes blinked every few seconds.  Her even 
breathing moved her noticeable nipples under the smooth fabric 
over her chest.  Her position would shift slightly every minute 
or so, even as her pose remained constant.  Even alone she put 
out her best.

Matt got up and walked around her.  Slowly once, and then even 
slower the second time.  Not a flicker in her eye showed that she 
had any idea he was there.  He admired her from every side, and 
liked immensely what he saw.  He considered lifting the edge of 
her dress just a little to see that which she still concealed 
better, or brushing her exposed leg lightly with the back of his 
hand.  Since she was set to completely ignore his presence, she 
shouldn't notice that either.  But then that was something still 
to come, so he refrained for now.

These days, look at a woman wrong and a lawsuit seems not far 
behind.  And even where you can look, so many women don't like 
being admired for the beautiful creatures that they so completely 
are.  To gaze at a woman without fear of reaction or rejection is 
an amazing feeling.  Then she stirred a bit and he quickly moved 
back to the bed to be out of the way for the next part.

Matt watched as she gracefully (I don't think this female has an 
ungraceful move in her) moved over to the mirror.  If she was 
stunning while posed, she was magic in motion.

Matt felt his breath get short as he watched her check for any 
flaw - as if such a thing could exist on such a creature - and 
then move about the room.  He knew what she would be doing next, 
and could hardly wait for her to reach the couch.

The way she sat there, leg exposed yet impossible demure, almost 
made Matt halt her performance right there, just so he could grab 
her and hold her.  But she looked so very beautiful sitting 
there, he didn't want to disturb the beautiful picture.  Also, he 
had yet to get tired of gazing at her.

Finally though she made a fluid motion in rising and moving back 
to her original location.

By now though, he couldn't wait any longer.  The moment she 
resumed her pose, he said, "Move to next scenario," and her eyes 
snapped shut.

* * *

To Galatea, there was an endless, timeless, darkness with no 
sound or feeling.  Galatea was just a statue of cold, hard stone, 
shaped to be a beautiful woman by a master sculptor who kept 
working on her until he achieved perfection.  A situation she 
shared with any modern fembot who was frozen in place and 
shutdown.

Only it wasn't endlessness.  Gradually she came to feel herself 
awakening.  There seemed a feeling of warmth around her.  
Occasionally a breeze seemed to gently kiss her skin.  There was 
a soft buzz in the background that might be sounds too faint to 
understand.  Awareness crept back in slowly, like ice melting in 
early spring.  She couldn't remember who she was yet, or how she 
got here, but incrementally consciousness heightened until 
finally she felt that she was inside a woman's standing body.

It was still dark, and the sounds around her muffled and 
indistinct.  But finally she realized that it was dark because 
her eyelids were closed.

She couldn't open them.  They were as rigid as stone from the 
beginning of time.  In fact, her entire body was rigid, unmovable 
stone.  This didn't panic her.  It was simply what was.  She felt 
as though her body had finally become complete, and now it was 
learning how to feel.

Though she could not see, she knew she was naked.  That was okay. 
 It was the way she was meant to be.  Her beauty was not to be 
hidden from the world.  As her awareness finally peaked though, 
she became aware of another's touch on her body.

At first it was light, fleeting.  A light touch on her neck.  
Down her thigh.  The length of her back.  All of it wonderful.

The touching became more firm and direct.  The hands slid up and 
down her legs.  Across her stomach and waist.  They firmly 
massaged her back.

As this continued, she felt that the places that had been touched 
were becoming warm, soft, alive.  As the hands slid down over her 
bum, she felt her whole body start to tingle, particularly her 
breasts.

The hands seemed to notice.  They slid around her waist, then up 
her torso, first to stroke her breasts lightly up and down, then 
to massage them firmly.  A small smile reached her lips as the 
hands on her breasts brought a wonderful warmness to them and her 
nipples became hard and erect.  As her arousal reached between 
her legs, the hands followed it down to caress that final 
remaining, untouched place.

For a very long moment she stood there, fully alive, but unmoving 
yet.  Finally those warm hands cupped her face and a pair of lips 
met hers.

She opened her eyes to see the man she most hoped to find 
standing in front of her.  Her first step in this life was to 
move into his embrace.  Then she took his hand and led him over 
to their bed, and lay down upon it to accept his love.

* * *

I have always wanted to play the role of Pygmalion.  Ever since I 
read that story as a young boy, I've felt what a lucky person he 
had to be.  A perfect woman just awaiting his touch to come to 
grateful life.  A favor to him from the Goddess of Love.  Where 
is that Goddess now when I need her?

And the stories and movies and television shows that followed 
sometimes brought statues and robots and mannequins to life.  A 
favorite fantasy, finally to be realized.

As I looked at my "lifeless sculpture" in front of me, I decided 
I didn't want to be Pygmalion anymore.  There is no way his 
Galatea could compare to what I beheld.  She stood there dressed 
for an evening out, in a dress that couldn't enhance her beauty, 
but only do its best not to hide it too badly.

As I gazed upon her, I knew she would stand there forever 
awaiting my magic touch.  

Touch is the magic way to communicate.  It can say so much than 
words can ever manage.  Touch is the poetry between two people 
that words can only hope to describe.

The first task was to remove her dress.  Opening a single catch 
behind her neck allowed it to slip down her smooth body in one 
easy motion to pile at her feet.  It left behind a magnificent, 
nude body that had no need of undergarments and wore none.  This 
immediately brought about an uncomfortable tightness in my own 
undergarments.  

Even though she stood as still as a statue, unaware of her effect 
on the world around her, I suddenly felt uncomfortably 
overdressed.

Fair is fair, I suppose.  I removed my own clothes and quickly 
folded them before placing them out of the way.

Galatea stood unnoticing during this act.  Her pedestal was her 
own high heels - all that she still wore.

I walked reverently over to her, and without touching her yet, 
gently smelled her gorgeous hair.  It had a clean, outdoor aroma. 
 I looked at her body, which had a light, even tan to it with no 
marks or lines.

I gently held back her hair and drew the back of my hand down her 
neck, then down the outside length of her leg.  I slid it over 
her back, following the first rule of foreplay to leave the 
explicitly sexual areas till last.  She seemed slightly warmer 
and softer than at first glance.

A woman's back can be as sensitive and erotic as any other part 
of her body.  I had wanted to stroke that back from the moment I 
had first seen it in this dress at Bob's party.  I made long 
strokes up and down it, and felt what might have been a slight 
shiver.

By now my impatience was brimming too close to my ability to 
control it.  I firmly slid my hands up and down her long legs, 
admiring their smoothness and relishing every curve.  They grew 
soft and warm under my touch.  I attacked her back firmly, 
pressing hard now to increase the closeness.  As I slid down over 
her firmly rounded ass, I definitely felt a shiver go through her 
and felt her seem to take a shallow breath.  I slid my hands 
around her waist towards her navel, and saw her breasts soften.

I don't know what it is that makes touching a woman's breasts so 
different from the rest of her.  It's all the same skin, after 
all.  But the difference is there.  As I slid my hands up her 
front and over her breasts to meet the resistance of her nipples, 
a shiver bigger than any of hers went through me.

I assaulted her breasts firmly, rubbing them up and down, then 
mashing them with my hands while my thumb and forefingers 
squeezed her large nipples.  They became hard and erect under my 
hands.

I noticed that her aroma had changed, and she was definitely 
breathing now.  Then a serene smile reached her lips.

In the story, Pygmalion had to touch all of Galatea before she 
could come fully to life.  I slid my hands down over her navel 
and her closely trimmed pubic region to reach between her legs 
and brush the hot moistness awaiting me there.

I might have remained distracted by that, but I remembered how I 
had set my conclusion.  I stepped around to the front of her, 
cupped her face at exactly my height, and leaned over for a kiss 
on those smiling lips.

Her eyes - more beautiful then I recalled - opened, and she took 
her first step into my embrace.  We stood there for a timeless 
moment before she stepped back.  With adoration and mischief in 
her smile now, she took my hand in her long fingers and led me 
over to our bed.

She sat down on the edge, and then still holding my hand, opened 
her legs and lay backwards, pulling me down onto her.  She 
reached down with her other hand to guide the already hard and 
erect me inside her, and kept me there until every ounce of my 
sexual energy was exhausted into her.  It was the best sex of my 
life.

* * *

Sometime later, sitting up next to her.

"Is there anything you're not telling me?" Matt asked.

"Most men don't want a smart woman," Lisa replied.

"Try me," he countered.

Lisa considered for a micro-moment, but at Courtesy Suites, the 
guest is always right.  She removed the internal blocks she 
normally maintained for good relationship's sake.  Though she 
felt she gave no outward sign, he clearly saw something different 
about her now.

"I like this better," he said.

I like this better, too, Lisa thought to herself.

Now Matt told Lisa that she was allowed to remember everything 
that had happened in the room.  There was an expression of 
wonderment that came over her face as she processed all the 
events of their time together.  This lasted a number of seconds 
until she suddenly leaned over and gave him an impulsive kiss.

"Thank you so much for letting me have this too," she gushed.  
"That was wonderful fun."

"I hoped you would enjoy it," he replied.

"So what do you want to do next?" she inquired with a coy smile 
on her leading question.

"What makes you happy?" he asked.

I still think to this day that this question more than anything 
else both surprised her, and finally broke the last ice between 
us.

She sat fully up as well now, still wearing just her heels.  She 
then folded up her legs so she could leaning against me and 
started talking.  She started by telling about how none of the 
other guests ever seemed to want her to be as tall or as smart or 
as beautiful as she was, and how now just my unconditional 
appreciation of her made her as happy as she could remember 
being.  She also talked about how it felt to be Galatea, and all 
the feelings and sensations she had experienced as she woke into 
her body.  It was a reliving of the experience from her side that 
was almost as intense as the original.  I put my arm around her 
and held her tightly - just enjoying the warm, live body there 
now.

Talking and touching is the real intimacy to which sex is only a 
pretender.  Sex is easy.  Intimacy is hard.

We talked for a long time about many things, including how 
machine intelligence and human creativity make a good match for 
each other.  Each has something to offer and support the other.

Finally however I had to say, "This has been a very long day 
getting here, and I am very tired.  What I'd like is for you to 
do is to take off those shoes - nice as you look in them - and 
cuddle up here in bed with me for the rest of the night.  I'm in 
town here for the next three days and I'm sure that I can think 
of a few more things for us to try together before it's over, if 
you're interested?"

"I would really enjoy that," the lovely fembot replied.

<Matt's story continues with Day 2>

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