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I opened my mouth to replay what we had said, but Paisley covered my mouth. Damn. I had forgotten we were in public again.

“Sorry.”

She just smiled at me. “That's why I'm here. I was going to ask how you were doing and if you would be okay with me going home with one of the sexy soldiers who bought us a drink. Or a few of them if fate really does like me.” She mumbled the last part. But I didn't know why. More sex partners would be able to see to her needs better. From what I understood, women had many more erogenous zones that needed attention. Multiple partners would be a good thing for Paisley. She deserved to be satisfied.

“Your tone tells me that you don't think that is a possibility.”

She dried her hands on paper towels, and tossed them into the wastebasket. “I'm cool with it, Coral. I thought we would both come out and score a few drinks. I thought for a second we could have some happy slappy sexy fun, but I don't want to leave you with these guys.”

Paisley wanted to have sex. Sex would make her happy. I thought on it for a moment. “Why don't I ask Quinn to take me home?”

“I thought he left. I haven't seen him all night.”

“He didn't dance with us, but he has been at the bar.”

Paisley looked at me and gave me her evaluation stare. “Is this some mechanical tracking thing you do that I wouldn't understand?”

“No. I find Quinn visually appealing, and I enjoy watching him. I simply watched where he was. Do you want to go have sex with the soldiers, Paisley?”

“God, yes. If I don't get some soon, I have a feeling I may not be straight enough to handle you rubbing oil on yourself again.”

“Okay. Go have sex. I will find Quinn.”

Paisley hugged me, and I enjoyed the embrace. The skin I maintain had so many sensors. Paisley's affection seemed to ignite far more than she touched.

“I owe you another night out. And I promise the next trip will be all about girl time.”

“Can we come back tomorrow?” I couldn't help but ask.

Paisley's smile was larger than normal. “You had fun.” She sounded so pleased.

Was this fun that I was having? She wanted me to have fun. I wanted to return, so obviously the data was pleasing to my sensors. “Yes. I am having fun. So we can return?”

“Absolutely. Wait until you see what your other clothes look like.” Paisley leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. For someone who claimed not to like the touch of females, she sure did touch me quite frequently. “Can you find Quinn by yourself?”

“Yes. Go have sex.”

Paisley nearly ran from the bathroom. I looked at my reflection in the spotted mirror above the sinks. I'd never be happy with my work if the bathrooms in the palace looked like this. I had to command my feet to move away from the unsatisfactory cleaning. I was not here in a service capacity. I still wiped away the streak from the middle with a piece of the paper towel. It left smudges. I turned before my programming made the suggestion of using my soft shirt as a cleaning cloth sound any more appealing.

I exited the urination station. Paisley was already leaving the bar. Her hand was in the rear pocket of a man. Quinn was sitting at the large wooden shelf surrounded by stools. There was a woman next to him. He had to take me home. I walked up to tell him.

“Quinn. I want you to take me home please.”

Quinn's shoulders tensed. He downed a small glass of amber liquid before turning around to meet me.

“I thought you were here alone. Who is this?” The woman next to him leaned back and looked upset.

It occurred to me that Quinn might want to have sex with this woman. “Oh, don't worry. If you want to have sex with Quinn, I won't interrupt. We live together, and I just need a ride home.”

“I'm not into kinky shit.” She eyed me as if considering something. “If you offered to participate, you would stand a better chance. You're smokin', sweetie.”

Then the woman got up and left.

“Did I prevent you from having intercourse? Should I go and offer to participate in a sexual setting with her to make her come back?”

Quinn grabbed my arm. Normally I'd have to allow myself to be pulled due to the strength of my musculature, but Quinn's hand was obviously mechanics and he held me in place all on his own.

“Don't do that. This has been awkward enough. I'll take you home. Where's Paisley?” He dropped more money onto the counter. Men seemed to have to pay more money at these places than women.

“Paisley went to have sex. I told her you could take me home.” I leaned in and whispered, “She said she was likely to take advantage of my body if she didn't find release. I didn't want her to be uncomfortable.”

Quinn shook his head and stood. He wobbled a bit. “We're taking a cab. I can't drive back to the palace.”

The cab ride was very quiet. Quinn kept his eyes out the window and I mirrored his action. Paisley was a lot more talkative. I had many questions, but I knew I needed to keep them to myself until we were alone.

Chapter Three

I was nearly bursting with recordings to replay when we made it to the palace. Walking up the steps, Quinn made his way to open the door for me.

“I'll see you later, Coral.”

“Wait. Paisley usually answers my questions. Can you answer my questions tonight? Please?”

“Coral, I'm really tired. I need to do a maintenance check on some of my mechanics and get some sleep.”

This wouldn't do. I wanted to evaluate my data. “I can help with the mechanics. Can I come to your room and assist?”

“You're going to bug me until you get your way, aren't you?”

“I won't put any insects on your body. I just want to ask some questions.”

He sighed and waved me forward. I waited for him to pass and then followed him up the stairs and into the west wing. Paisley was right. The cleaning was magnificent up here. I didn't see a single robotic helper either.

When we made it to Quinn's room I found out why. A cleaning cart was parked in the corner of his room.

“You have been cleaning the house?”

Quinn glared at me. “I don't exactly have a job any longer. I need to do something to occupy my time.”

“You are out of microfiber cloths.” I understood the desire to feel useful. I wouldn't take that away from anyone. So instead of reminding him he wasn't an employee, I would simply provide his supplies. “I will bring you some in the morning.”

“Thanks.”

“Do you mind if I get comfortable? Paisley always lets me get comfortable before she answers my questions.”

Quinn walked to his dresser. “I don't have much in the way of sleep clothes, but you can borrow…whoa. What are you doing?”

I stopped undressing at his increased volume. I had only gotten my shirt removed and folded and my jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped. I looked at him with a question and he turned his back to me.

“Am I being inappropriate? Paisley lets me get comfortable.”

“You didn't tell me comfortable meant naked.” Quinn leaned over his dresser and gripped the edge. The antique wood inlay cracked under his hands and he mumbled words I had been told never to repeat outside of my vocabulary lessons with Paisley.

“I am not naked. I am wearing my skin. Although that doesn't come off without activating the pain sensors.” Since he didn't say I was being inappropriate I finished taking off my clothes. I had to readjust my stance when I took off the heels.

With his back still facing me he asked, “You took off every bit of clothing, didn't you?”

“Yes. Now can I ask you about dancing?” I sat at the edge of his bed and crossed my legs to get them off the floor and out of his way in case he needed a path.

“I don't believe this is my life.” Quinn looked at me through the reflection in the mirror atop his dresser. His mouth hung open. “And you
have
to be stunning. Do you know how long it's been since a woman was naked on my bed?”

I wanted to discuss dancing and the bar, but I also understood that humans enjoyed a back and forth discussion. “How long?”

“It was a rhetorical question. But too damn long. Listen, Coral, I'm a bit drunk, and I'm a man, and I can't concentrate on anything you're saying when you're naked.”

“Why?” I asked as he turned around.

Oh. His symmetry was off again. His penis was pointing sideways in his pants. It was much larger than normal, and it was straight now instead of curved.

“It is criminal to let you be so clueless.” Quinn walked up to me and I could tell it took him much effort to keep his eyes on mine. “I want to have sex with you, Coral. I'm attracted to you. Your body is very appealing to me, and sitting naked on my bed is making me think of nothing but plunging my cock inside you and making you scream in pleasure.”

Oh. What was that? I looked down at my vagina. Why was my blood supply in my skin changing focus? I hadn't commanded those sensors to activate. I also felt the inside of my center begin to self-lubricate.

“Coral, what are you doing?”

“Your words made my body react strangely.” I reached my hand downward and pressed against the skin at my opening. Electric bolts of sensation raced over the entirety of my skin. “Quinn, touching myself here is causing strange reactions in my whole body.”

“Coral.” His words were quiet. It sounded like he was having trouble getting air, so I looked up to see if his breathing mechanism was malfunctioning.

He was staring at my hand. For some reason that caused the sensations around my core to intensify. I liked that he was watching me. I wanted him to do more than watch, but I had no idea what I wanted him to do. Something was building along my skin, and even deeper. I knew my skin had begun to penetrate my mechanics. The live tissue was working its way throughout my form, and I had no idea how much of me was impacted, but deep inside my lower abdomen I felt it. I felt where I had to have more of these sensations.

“Quinn, I've never felt this before. What is it?”

“Coral, I shouldn't do this with you. You don't understand any of it.”

I grabbed his hand and pressed it where the brightest fires were burning. His fingers trembled against me and I cried out. The pressure built higher under the mere presence of his touch.

“I need something more to happen. There's something down there, and you make it so much better. Touch me, Quinn. Please. I want you to.”

He looked like he was in pain. I saw why when I looked down his body. His penis was swollen. No, his cock. Quinn had called it a cock.

His cock pushed against his pants but the fabric acted as a restraint as he pulsed against it. It looked uncomfortable and very unsymmetrical. As he was focused on making some decision that was difficult for him regarding how to touch me, I opened his button and zipper. I was about to push aside his undergarments when Quinn's hands left me and went to grip mine.

“You can't do that.” Quinn's tone almost implied pain. “Please, this isn't right.”

“You're uncomfortable. I was trying to help.” I wiggled my hips like I had done on the dance floor at the bar.

Quinn's bedding brushed against my skin, and it seemed everything was heightened. The brush of the fabric continued the need inside me. My circuits had to be shorting out. There was something wrong. My internal cooling system must be malfunctioning because the room was so much warmer. My body was warmer.

“Something is wrong. I've never malfunctioned like this.” I looked up at Quinn. He was mostly mechanics at this point. Maybe he would know. “Quinn, do you know what's happening? Can you help me?”

Quinn's hands smelled different as they cupped the sides of my face. They were tangy and sweet and far more human of a scent than had ever come from my pores before.

“Nothing is wrong. You are aroused, Coral.” He looked down at my core and his cock flexed. “You are stunningly human there, and you are aroused.”

“Is my genitalia going to grow like yours?” The idea that my vulva would inflate exponentially like Quinn's cock was not appealing. No. It was a pussy. That was one of the words I'd heard from Paisley, and I liked that word better.

“It won't grow, at least not in the same way.” Quinn swallowed and tried to look away from my naked body. I had no idea why. I liked him looking at me. When he looked at me, these sensations intensified. They were growing to some kind of culmination that I desperately wanted to make it to.

“Will you show me?”

“You need to talk to Paisley about this.”

“Paisley doesn't make my skin light up like you do. She does not derive pleasure from touching females. Don't you enjoy touching me?”

“I want to touch you again so bad.”

“Then touch me. I want you to.”

“I can't take advantage of you like this.” Quinn released my hands. “Not to mention it being illegal,” He mumbled as he turned away from me and rezipped his pants. His hands went to his hair and the growl that came from his mouth was nearly animal.

“It is not taking advantage of me if I ask you to touch me. I may not be up on all cultural norms, but I am over ninety years old. That is far past the age of consent. I want you to touch me, but if you will not, I will do so myself.” I leaned back on Quinn's bed. It smelled like him, and he smelled so good. I filled my sensors with his essence and pushed my fingers down my body. I pressed them against a tight bundle of nerves above my pussy. My hips wiggled against my hand. That felt great.

“You can't masturbate on my bed.” His words were outraged, but his tone suggested something entirely different. He was very hard to read right now. His actions were outside my current human response database.

“These sensors only activated when I met you. I don't know if they will work elsewhere, and I want to know what will happen.” I struggled against my hand, but where the buzz beneath the surface of my skin had steadily climbed beneath Quinn's touch, under my own hands, I was stalling.

“You're attracted to me?” he asked.

I closed my eyes to focus my attention on all of these new data points and not allow visual stimulus to interfere.

Even in this state, I couldn't stop myself from trying to figure out why I wanted to be around Quinn. “Are you magnetic to bio-metal? I have not felt a polarized pull.”

Quinn exhaled breath. The mattress shifted under his weight. “I meant that your data sensors collect more pleasure input when my hand touches you…say here.”

Quinn's hand rested on my knee. My cooling systems failed me again.

“I don't want you to touch me there.”

“Where do you want me to touch you, Coral?”

My lids released their seal and I turned to look at him. “You'll touch me? Please. Touch my pussy, Quinn. Right above it. It's starting to hurt, but my pain sensors activate further when I don't touch it.”

“That's not pain, Coral.”

Quinn's hand slid up my thigh, and the closer he got to where I wanted him, the more the area throbbed. Throbbing meant pain, right? But why didn't this hurt? Why did I want more?

Then his fingers circled my opening. My hips thrust forward without my command. His fingers slid inside and everything I knew, all the data I had accumulated, meant nothing. His fingers were all that mattered. It was as if my hard drive was wiped clean and the only data I wanted was that of his touch.

“You are so wet.” His voice sounded pained again. I wished he would release his cock to give himself some relief.

My pussy contracted around his fingers at the thought, and entirely new sensors exploded with the motion.

“Coral, have you ever had an orgasm?”

“Paisley asked me that earlier. I've never been touched like this by a man, and this is the first time I've felt the need to have my pussy touched. So no. I've never orgasmed, but I really, really want to.”

Quinn chuckled. “I can't leave you writhing on my bed. If I show you what an orgasm is, will you go back to your chambers and discuss this with Paisley?”

“Will an orgasm fix my malfunctions?”

“It will help this one.” Quinn's fingers began to move in and out of my pussy. “And I really want to watch you come for me.”

I was going to ask where he wanted me to come to, but then he leaned forward and his tongue lapped against my bundle of nerves, and my vocalization module ceased to work.

His tongue clicked into high gear and double tongued in a way that would be the envy of any wind instrument player. His fingers thrust in and out of my pussy and I leaked all over his hand. He groaned against my tightening skin when my core clamped down. Then he twisted his hand until the palm was facing upward. He mumbled something about seeing if this worked, and his fingers bent inside me.

Suddenly the plateau I had reached erupted into a mountain of pleasure. Everything inside me swelled and everything outside me brightened. I felt sweat prickle from my pores because I could not engage my cooling system. Fingers thrust, pressure built, Quinn sucked my skin into his mouth, and everything culminated into one great pleasure crescendo. The data flooded every sensor my body contained, and nothing had ever been more important to my CPU than the way it felt when Quinn gave me my first orgasm. I felt the tremors ripple through my system, and I turned over control to the pleasure.

Quinn relaxed his fingers and slowed his pace. His mouth wasn't pulling my skin anymore, but providing my sensitive tissue with gentle kisses and nips. The heavy throb had eased into a pleasurable rolling wave that crested when he bit.

My systems reset and I began to feel like I was once again functioning properly.

“Quinn, did I have an orgasm?”

He pulled from me and dragged my hands towards him until I was in a sitting position. “Yes,” He dropped a large soft shirt over my head. “Do you feel more functional, now?”

“Marginally. But I find I want to do it again.”

Quinn put my clothes from Paisley in my hands and turned me towards the door. “You need to talk to Paisley, and I need to take a shower. A very long, very cold shower. I also need to figure out what the hell just happened.”

My steps were short and nearly dance-like as Quinn pushed me out of his chambers. “I would like to help with the analyzation. I find that I can be quite helpful with logical thinking.”

“There is nothing logical about how hot that was, Coral. Good night.”

The door slammed closed behind me, and my rear bumped against the solid wooden structure. He said what happened was hot? Perhaps his cooling systems had failed too.

I returned to my room to conduct a thorough maintenance check on all hardware. The data I had collected this evening was some of the most exciting I had encountered in decades.

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