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“Can I come out?” Knock, knock, knock. “Can I come out?” Knock, knock, knock. “Can I come out?”

“Yes, yes, you can come out,” a tired man replied.

The door swung open to reveal a familiar robotic rat, Veil.

“Good morning world! Good morning, Oliver!” she said. “Another wonderful day in Olivertopia!”

“Do you always have to say that?”

“Do you always have to lock me in a closet?”

“It’s not a closet, it’s a storage room,” Oliver replied.

“Whatever. I’m free now, and I’m raring to go, so…!” Veil ran over to Oliver and placed a hand on his crotch.

“Not now.” He nudged her hands away.

Despite several days with her, Veil hadn’t eased up on her libido at all. It certainly wasn’t a dial he could just switch off. Verbal complaints also had little effect. No, the only thing that worked was the physical. Much to his… well, it wasn’t the worst. He wouldn’t admit it, regardless.

“What do you mean ‘not now?’ I was in there the whole day and now we get a chance, and you’re turning me down? I have needs to you know,” Veil replied.

“I have a friend coming over and I don’t need you scuttling about making sex jokes.”

“I can make normal jokes too. Uh, what did the feta cheese say to the–”

“No jokes, period. Now do your running around before you have to go back in.”

“Gee, how nice. I get to walk around. Guess I’ll do that.” Veil rolled her eyes and began marching in place.

“I know you’re going to complain if I don’t let you out, so just… enjoy that. I have to go prepare.”

“Where’d your kid go?”

“His mom came around.”

“My condolences!”

“Yeah, well, that’s life.” Gave him some time alone, at the very least.

“So why can’t I walk around?”

“I thought we went over this last time. I don’t need my friends walking in on my sex robot.”

“Oh, like your buddy doesn’t have a sex robot? We’re in the 90’s, everyone’s got a sex robot! I’m just the most special sex robot is all.” Veil sidled over to him and nudged her nose into his hips.

“It’s not like we chat about our sex robots. Swap sex robot stories. Mention sex robot parts. No, thanks.”

“Fine, just say I’m a maid machine,” Veil said.

“You couldn’t clean a thing to save your life.”

“I can clean your –”

“Aside from that,” Oliver replied.

The man moved over to the kitchen and checked the fridge. Stocked up on alcohol-free beverages, snacks. He glanced over at the television. All that nonsense was ready to go with the on-demand programs. The living room was clean, particularly free from their “workout sessions” after much scrubbing.

Oliver turned his head again to see Veil up on the counter next to him, exposing herself.

“Not now. Seriously. I don’t get much time with friends. Just let me have this, OK?”

“I don’t get much time with you. C’mon, just a quickie. You can cum inside and it’ll be like it never happened!”

“I don’t need to get that smell out of the air.”

“Oh, wow, you can smell it? I thought human noses kinda sucked.” Veil tilted her head and placed a hand on her chin. After much quiet pondering, her crotch slid shut again. “Alright, well, how about the bathroom? Just scrub down real quick in there.”

“Can you just get that out of your mind for today? Just for today?” Oliver asked.

“What? It’s what I was made for. Imagine if someone told you to stop looking at papers or whatever you do. Wouldn’t you feel a little bit sad? That’s just like how it is for me when you get all mean and tell me to stop.”

Oliver braced himself on the kitchen table and looked up at the ceiling. “Actually, I think I’d be pretty relieved. Might just be the kick in the ass I need.”

“OK, forget that. You can spank me instead.”

“That’s not what I was getting at.” Oliver furrowed his brow. “Plus, you have a metal ass anyways, that would hurt. Just stay in your room and keep yourself occupied.”

“My room now, huh? I guess that’s better than nothing.”

“Why not just, I dunno, masturbate in there?”

“It doesn’t work that way. If I could just masturbate, what purpose would I have in life then?”

Oliver shook his head and threw up his hands. He wasn’t going to have a philosophical debate about purpose in life with a machine literally designed to take cock. In some way he’d have to make up for it, only because she would complain about the lack of attention, and it would only get worse from there. Well, at least he could “save up” for that time anyways. He moved about to inspect the place, Veil following close behind.

“OK, can I at least watch you guys? I’m getting bored of movies.”

“You can’t order a pizza but you can stream movies?”

“I don’t know! You can breathe oxygen but not nitrogen?”

Oliver paused for a moment. OK, that was fair, but he didn’t need to tell her that. The two went up and down the house as she kept pleading to be let out the entire time with zero success. Oliver was entirely focused on this afternoon.

A sudden doorbell ring caused them to freeze.

“Look, I’m sorry, just back to your room, go, go,” Oliver said.

“OK, but you better make up for this!”

They ran up to that little closet and Veil stepped inside. She turned around and reached forward, groping Oliver’s groin. Her eyebrows raised as if it were a threat. Oliver shook his head, shooed her off, and shut the door behind her. At times like this, he really wished she had some sort of off button.

Oliver walked over to the door and straightened himself out. With a smile he opened the door and greeted his friend.

“How’ve ya been, Howard?” Oliver said.

Howard immediately outstretched his hand with a smile, and brought Oliver in for a pat on the back as they shook. Howard had a similar body size and shape to Oliver himself, but had a tinge of tan to his skin since he actually spent time outside. Something Oliver found himself envious over.

“Another day in paradise,” Howard replied. “Another day in paradise.”

“Yeah?” Oliver presented the hallway for his friend to step inside. “Got your bathroom fixed yet?”

“Well, not every paradise has to be perfect, right?”

“Right, right.”

“So how’re you holding up yourself?” Howard asked.

“Another day in, well, something. I’m managing, though.”

“I think managing is the least we can ask for.”

“C’mon in. Let’s not hog the hallway.”

The two moved on over to the living room, where Howard sunk into the couch and Oliver went off for drinks.

“No beer, I’m guessing?” Howard said.

“You know it.”

“Fine, you got… I dunno, a lemonade or something in there?”

“Sure do. Sweet, sweet lemonade.”

“You know, I appreciate you cutting out alcohol and all, but you gotta watch your sugar intake too.”

“Oh, do I? Aren’t you the guy who chugs energy drinks?”

“Alright, alright, I get it, no health talk in the home.”

Oliver poured out two glasses of lemonade for the both of them and headed back. On his way to the couch he eyed the storage room door. Still closed shut. Maybe she actually got the hint and kept herself hidden away. Oliver plopped down on the couch and handed the drink on over to his pal.

“So how’s that lawyering working out for you?” Howard asked.

“I’d hardly consider myself a lawyer. Anyone could do my job, with or without a degree.”

“Still, it pays, right?”

“Maybe not enough.” Oliver sipped his drink and turned on the TV.

“You seem to be doing pretty well for yourself.”

“Yeah, well, sometimes I don’t think it’s good enough.”

“What more could you and a kid ask for? A house, food, family, and all the electronics you need.” Howard tilted his head and tipped his glass forward.

“Yeah, alright.” Oliver clinked glasses with his friend.

“You know, maybe you could get yourself one of those maid bots.”

“Ah, you think so?” Oliver stared at the screen.

“Yeah, you know. It doesn’t have to be a wife or anything creepy like that, but just something to clean up. I know a few can drive, would be good for the kid. Waiting for a bus has to be hell.”

“Yeah, well, we used to do it. Builds character, right?”

“The only character I got from waiting on a bus was figuring out paper plane trajcetories.”

“I’ll think about it when I get the cash.” He was still reeling from his last poor purchase. His eyes trailed over to the forbidden room. “You got one of those?”

“Nah, I think if I do, I’ll just sink into the couch after work. Gotta keep moving, you know?” Howard chuckled. “Not that I think you’re going to get fat or anything. I just don’t have anything as important as you do.”

“Yeah, I guess I have at least him out of all of this. I dunno, what if he starts seeing the robot as a mom?” Oliver asked.

“I guess that’s possible, but is that better or worse than no mom at all?”

“Now you’re making me even more worried with these things walking around.”

“Yeah, just think, they couldn’t even hold a conversation. Now? I’m sure they can be your therapist.”

Something clanked off in the distance.

“What was that?” Howard said.

“Probably shampoo. You know how the wind comes in and knocks that stuff over.”

“Oh, yeah. Don’t you ever get worried about peeping toms with that window?”

“Please, that’d be a compliment at this point.” Oliver sipped some of his lemonade. “Not sure I’d want to date a girl peeping on me, but you know, from the getgo, at least I know she’s attracted to me.”

Another bang.

“There goes another bottle,” Howard said.

“Yeah, you know, I better go check on that,” Oliver said. He stood up and rubbed his forehead. If only he were so lucky that it was shampoo. He checked in on the bathroom to keep up the charade. Naturally, there were no shampoo bottle victims. Alright, OK, just keep it cool. He moved on over to the closet, held his breath, and peeked in.

Empty.

Oliver shut his eyes for a moment and quietly shut the door. Much like her organic counterparts, Veil could have been anywhere in the house.

“You need a refill on that drink, Howard?” Oliver asked.

“Nope, still have a good chunk of bubbly acid here.”

“Hey, there’s water too.”

“I need some flavor in my time off,” Howard replied.

Oliver glanced at the kitchen, where two little ears poked up over the table. He casually strolled over to the table, staring at the mousy features. They perked up and swiveled, focusing on him, almost like they were staring. Another step and they dipped from sight. Damnit.

Quickly, the man bent over and looked under the table. Nothing, save for a tail poking out from behind the little bar island. He straightened up again and looked at his pal. Still focused on the television and the ruckus of televised sports. Oliver could still fix this. Carefully he moved over to the tail to find Veil peeking around the corner, staring at Howard.

“What did I tell you?” Oliver hissed quietly.

“I just wanted to see your buddy, he sounded like a cool guy,” Veil whispered back, still intensely focused on the guest.

Oliver spun her around. “You get right back into your room and stay quiet.”

“I wanna introduce myself. I bet he’ll love me. Then you’ll have no worries.” She said it as if it were the most obvious and logical things in the world.

“No!” Oliver winced. “No.” He grabbed her arm. “You go back into your room and that’s the end of that.”

Veil stuck out her tongue.

“Everything OK over there?” Howard asked. “Not craving some booze are ya?”

“No, everything’s alright, just wondering if I should try mixing some stuff,” Oliver replied. He stood up just in time for his friend to get up and walk over to the bar table.

“Mixing drinks? Yeah, you’re missing the hard stuff.”

“I just wanted to try something new. Spice up my life.”

“You’re not the spice type.”

Oliver sat down, pulling Veil along with him so she didn’t scamper off. Fortunately, the bar was tall enough to hide the rat from view. She sighed but didn’t struggle.

“Maybe I want to be the spice type, you don’t know.”

“Look, I know stuff has been rough recently. You been feeling alright?”

“You’re asking me if I’m OK because I wanted to mix drinks?”

“Not just because of that but…” Howard tapped his fingers on the counter. “Yeah, it does strike me as a little weird.”

“I’m not going to fall at the seams if that’s what you’re implying.”

Just then, a delicate set of fingers danced along Oliver’s groin. He swallowed as his zipper was tugged at.

“Not that you’re going to completely self-destruct, but I know how messy those kind of break-ups are.”

“You know, we were married, not just dating.”

“I knew she was bad for you from the start, don’t tell me you forgot.”

“There’s no way I could’ve.”

Oliver adjusted himself and tried nudging Veil away. That did little to deter her, as the zipper quietly came undone. Her fingers were already on his cock, pulling it free from his boxers. Despite his clear disinterest in this moment, his body was not quite on the same page, slowly coming around to Veil’s massaging.

“How’s it going on in the game?” Oliver said, pointing to the screen.

“Oh, whatever, it’s all just commercials anyways. You know, there’s something pretty calming about staying at the bar like this.”

“You don’t need to be bar hopping at my house, you know.”

“Can’t bar hop without my buddy.” Howard smiled.

Veil continued her massaging, and Oliver was more than erect now. Her nose pressed against the tip of his erection, sniffing at him. That small tingle of pleasure caused him to twitch.

“So!” Oliver said. “You still haven’t given up the bottle, huh?”

“I don’t need to, it’s not like I’m an alcoholic, you know.”

Veil’s tongue prodded at the base of Oliver’s erection and then slid up, slathering him in her spittle. Oliver couldn’t see her, but he could swear he could almost feel that smug smile coming from her. She had already wrapped his libido up in her hands.

“Still, it’s better that you don’t drink at all, right? I mean, why even have the option of becoming an alcoholic?” Oliver said.

“Oh, please, I think we’re past that point of over-indulgence anyways. It’s not like when you were a kid and you could down a few shots without even blinking.”

“Even when I was a kid, I couldn’t just…” Oliver held back a wince as Veil took the head of his cock into her mouth. “You know, knock back as many shots as I wanted.”

“Not all livers are made the same,” Howard said. He knocked back the last of his lemonade as if he were proving some kind of point and loudly placed it back on the table.

“My liver is plenty good, it’s just not some super freak of nature.”

Oliver squeezed his hand tight, trying to ignore Veil’s tongue as it went round and round the tip of his erection. She was being far more careful than any other time she had her way with him. Maybe trying to provoke a reaction out of him, maybe actually trying to be stealthy, or maybe she just wanted a change of pace. It was impossible to tell with her.

“You feeling alright there? Lack of booze getting to you, huh?” Howard asked.

“Yeah, fine, just my hand cramping up a little.” Oliver swallowed. “You know how it is sitting in front of a computer all day.”

“Oh, no, not me. I don’t do the computer stuff. Told myself I’d never be stuck in a cubicle.”

“I’m not–” Oliver sighed, letting out some of the tension in his body. “Stuck in a cubicle. I’ve got my whole workstation in my bedroom.”

Veil’s licking turned on to a full blowjob, gently bobbing on Oliver’s cock. The gentle sounds of her suckling could be faintly heard, though hopefully smothered under the sound of television for Howard. Damn machine just kept going. Her hands had pushed his legs apart, allowing easier access to his dick.

“How do you even manage to work like that? I’d just want to flop back on the bed and sleep every opportunity I got.”

“You sure you don’t do that at the mechanics shop?” Oliver asked. His joking intonation wavered from Veil’s touch. At this point he wanted to pry her off, but his body just kept indulging in the lust she supplied him with. Deeper, longer. Veil kept bobbing. On her deeper movements, she stuck her tongue out to lick at his balls, adding that much more pleasure to the throbbing warmth that was working its way through his groin.

“Are you kidding me? I have to deal with customers thinking they own the place just because their beat up crap jalopy is sitting snug on a lift. Like, yeah, you’re in line, now relax.”

“That’s just how people think. They’ve got to be number one or else something’s wrong in the universe.”

It was at this point that Oliver began to falter. He had done his best up until this point to ignore everything. He propped his head up on a hand and gripped the side of the table tightly. And Veil continued. Up and down. There was nothing he could do now.

Oliver grit his teeth and pinched the bridge of his nose. His hips gently pushed forward as his orgasm hit him. His body tightened as he released a rope of semen into Veil’s throat. He sighed, feeling that pleasure wash over him and the tension unwind. Veil gently suckled on him before swallowing and giving him a pat on the leg.

“You sure you’re feeling alright there?” Howard asked.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry.” Oliver cleared his throat. “Just allergies got the better of me for a second there.”

“Almost thought you popped your top. Maybe you should just relax a bit. Take a few days off work?”

Veil quietly put everything back in its place. Stowing away his member, zipping up his pants, and giving another pat of affirmation. Well, she was nothing if not polite with her blowjobs.

“Believe me, I’ve done way too much relaxing these past few days. I need to focus on work,” Oliver replied.

“I know you think I’m an alcoholic, but maybe you’re a workaholic, eh?” He smiled at his own bad joke.

“I dunno, there’s really nothing else I’ve got going on in my life save for my job and my kid. Not like I should be doing anything else.”

There was a fervent tapping on his leg. He glanced down to see Veil smiling, semen dribbling down her chin, and pointing at herself. Oh, for crying out loud. Oliver snuck his hand under the table to shoo at her again.

“You ever try getting a hobby? That’d help. How about model cars or something?”

“Model cars? I don’t want to feel any older than I already do.”

“Alright, how about picking up an instrument?”

“That… I could probably do.”

There was a sudden cheer on television that grabbed both of their attention. They stared at the screen as some men crowded around the far end of the football field. Must’ve been a touchdown or something or other.

“How about I grab you another drink and we head back to the game?” Oliver asked.

“Maybe I should get it. Don’t stress yourself.”

“C’mon, I’m not falling apart at the seams here.”

Oliver took both of their glasses and refilled them. Veil still stood in her hiding spot, waving at Oliver. While Howard was preoccupied with the television, Oliver fervently pointed back at the storage room. Veil eventually rolled her eyes and skulked back inside, carefully closing the door shut. He took a moment to relax himself. Finally.

_

The rest of the day continued on fairly well. While Oliver would occasionally stare daggers at the storage room, Veil hadn’t made another peep. Howard certainly didn’t seem to show any signs of knowing what was going on. Then again, how would anyone in their right mind guess what had happened earlier?

While it wasn’t as though they were doing anything productive or new, it was nice to just relax with a friend who was both as mature as him and didn’t have the libido of a rabbit, or rat, in his situation. It was also better than having one of his many work friends drone on about the pain of his own workspace.

They had moved on from sports and settled into movies they knew would be terrible or at least worth a laugh.

“So, what’cha watchin’?” a feminine voice said.

Oh no.

Oliver immediately saw Howard flinch. He knew what was coming.

“Ho-ho-holy hell,” Howard said with a chuckle. One hand was on his chest. “Just above gave me a heart attack.”

Oliver turned his head that much more to see Veil peeking over the couch with the largest, smuggest grin he had seen yet.

“Hey now, I’m a nice robot. Pleased to meet’cha,” Veil said. She stretched out her hand for a shake. Oliver quickly swatted it away.

“You didn’t tell me you had a robot running around, Oliver,” Howard said.

“Yeah, well, she’s not supposed to be running around. That’s the problem.”

“My master just doesn’t wanna share the amazing machine he’s got,” Veil replied.

“Yep, I can see that.” Howard stared at the robot for a few moments. “So uh, what’s she do?”

“Wastes my time mostly. Unfortunately I can’t really return her.”

“No way, you wanna toss her out? She looks like a real piece of work. All those custom parts. Must’ve cost a fortune,” Howard said.

“Let’s just say I got the wrong order in the mail.”

“You got a custom machine by accident and you’re complaining?”

“I know, right? He should be so happy to have me, but you know he keeps moping and moping,” Veil replied. “I think he’s just in shock over it.”

“C’mon around, let’s get a better look,” Howard said.

Oliver didn’t even protest, he knew it would be pointless. All he could do is rub his temple as Veil happily trotted around the couch and plopped down in-between the two of them. She smiled at both of them and waggled her tail back and forth.

Howard set down his drink and began examining her mechanical parts. Veil giggled at his prodding. She could feel touch, but Oliver had a sneaking suspicion she was doing that just to be more annoying.

“Oh, she’s one of those PAK models, huh?” Howard asked. “Not the highest end thing, but the touch sensors are pretty fancy for the cash.”

“I am very high end. Do you wanna see how far I can raise it?” Veil asked.

“Just ignore her,” Oliver said.

“Oh, I get it now. You got one of these offloaded models. Damn, I should’ve thought about that,” Howard replied.

“Yeah, and now I’m stuck with her.”

“Could kit her out with other stuff.” Howard shrugged. “She could be like a home project.”

“Am I not perfect already? Huh? Huh?” Veil glanced between the two of them. “Waiting for an answer here!”

“Yeah, you’re fine as is, what was I thinking?” Howard patted her on the head, much to her obvious delight.

“You just be careful with her. She’ll take any opportunity to talk your ear off.”

“I thought you liked having your ear talked off?” Howard replied.

“Not really,” Oliver said.

“Oliver only ever wants to talk about boring things, because he always super serious,” Veil said.

“That’s not always true. You can see his eyes light up when you start talking about movies,” Howard said.

“He never talks about movies! He’s always like ‘go back in the closet you big dumby,’ and that’s it.”

“Is that so?”

“Well, it’s not like she does much, so it’s good to keep her out of the way during a work day,” Oliver replied.

“You never did say what she does.”

“She does literally nothing, that’s what. Who would want a robot that does nothing?”

“I dunno, just to have around for company, I guess. The house practically echoes, don’t you think?”

“Weren’t we just talking about this? I don’t need a robot girlfriend.”

“Just a robot friend.”

“I’ve already got friends,” Oliver said.

“Friends can’t stay the whole day.”

Veil patted on Oliver’s leg. “We’re friends with benefits,” she said proudly, with a large smile.

“She tells bad jokes too, as you can see,” Oliver replied. “Why don’t you go back to the closet now?”

“Aha! You admit it’s a closet!” Veil said.

“I don’t care what it is, just go back inside. I’ve got company over.”

“Oh, so you do have a sex machine, huh?” Howard replied. He stifled a laugh.

“No. No, I don’t, just a very annoying machine.”

“C’mon, how come you don’t wanna say it? You get the coolest robot and you still won’t say it!” Veil replied.

“If she is, whoever made her certainly has some interesting tastes.” Howard sipped some of his drink and set it down. “Not many rat machines running around.”

“That’s what I get for not reading the fine print,” Oliver said.

“So where’s the hole?”

“Excuse me?”

“You know, she’s a sex bot, so where’s the hole?”

Oliver shook his head. “You really shouldn’t listen to a robot designed like a rat of all things.”

“Yeah, right, like you’d keep a robot around if it annoyed you.”

“Maybe he just thinks I’m cute?” Veil said, wiggling her ears.

“Oh, already attached, huh?” Howard asked.

Oliver merely shook his head and shrugged. “I don’t know. I really don’t know.”

“Anyways, thanks for the great question,” Veil started, “’ cause my hole is right here!”

Just like that, she hopped off the couch and presented herself. That plate slid right up and there was her entrance, ready for action like some kind of figurine. Of course, she was smiling all the way, incredibly proud of herself as usual. Her hands raised too, as if it were some big event.

“Looks pretty solid to me. Guessing you already took her for a spin,” Howard said.

“Do we really need to talk about this?” Oliver replied.

“I’m just admiring a piece of tech.”

“I’m not just tech. I have feelings too,” Veil said.

Howard chuckled and patted Oliver on the shoulder. “Fine, I’m admiring your new metal lady. What’re you so upset about? This is just like when we traded magazines when we were younger.”

“I’m not some horny teenager anymore.”

“Hehehe, he’s lying,” Veil said. “Like, bam, first day, already doi–”

“You see what I mean by annoying?”

“That’s just part of her charm.”

“Yeah, part of my charm!” Veil said.

Oliver had almost forgotten they were in the midst of a movie. He knew Veil wouldn’t let the attention fade from her, so he quietly turned off the television and leaned on the arm of the couch, waiting for her next charade.

“So what does she do aside from the whole in-out-in-out?” Howard asked.

“Well, if you’re down for a pizza, she can’t order one,” Oliver replied.

“Like I said, you could probably modify her a fair amount. I mean, not that she needs it.”

Veil nodded and plopped back down between them. “Nope. I’m perfect. Whoever made me up knew what they were doing.” She ran her fingers through her long reddish hair.

“Like I said, she can’t really do anything. Sure, sex, but it gets a little annoying after a bit.”

“You love every part of it!” Veil said.

“Certainly is a workout.”

“Yeah, I can see it working on you already,” Howard said with a chuckle.

“Oh screw you,” Oliver said, smiling. “Anyways, you can see why she’s supposed to sit in the closet like I told her.”

“Yeah, I can see that. Pft, I can only imagine what the old bat would say about you if she caught wind.”

“At least having the robot takes the edge off that a little bit.”

“Why do you guys talk like I’m not even here? I’m right here!” Veil raised both hands and pointed at herself. “Veil here! Pay attention to me! You’re my master, you should at least call me ‘Veil’ huh?”

“You know, you’ve literally never called me master at any other point in time. It’s kind of weird.”

“You’ve never had anyone else over, so there was no point!”

“You could just say ‘Oliver’ or ‘Hey, you’ like you always did.”

“Damn, you guys are already great friends,” Howard said.

“We would be if he just let me stay in his room at night.”

“I do not need that,” Oliver replied.

“Sure you do!” Veil leaned over against his shoulder. “When you get a bad dream, I could just reach over and…” The small woman placed a hand on his groin, gently massaging. “Make you feel all better again.”

Oliver fruitlessly nudged her with his elbow. “You see what I have to deal with?”

“Well, I mean, if she was made for one thing, you kinda expect her to always wanna do it, right?” Howard replied.

“Oh no, not you too. I already had this stupid conversation and I don’t want to go through it again.”

Veil at least pulled away and smiled. “See! Your handsome buddy here agrees!”

“She’s got a good pair of eyes on her too,” Howard said.

“Hey, how about you buy yourself a bot?” Veil asked. “That way I can have my own friend when you come over.”

“I’m not in the market right now. A little outside of my budget.”

“When’s your birthday coming up?” Veil looked to Oliver. “Hey! Master! Buy your buddy a cute girl.”

“I really don’t like it when you phrase it like that. It’s like I’m buying a slave or something,” Oliver replied.

“I am your lust slave. That’s my job.”

“No, it isn’t, you just made it your job.”

“Well, I sure didn’t hear any complaints from you when I polish your knob.”

“I can’t get anywhere with you. Don’t rhyme off me either.”

“Don’t complain, you got a blowjob machine at your call,” Howard said.

“Yeah you got a…” Veil paused and tilted her head. “Hm, I think that was a compliment.”

“Anyways, I think we’ve had enough of entertainment from you for now, so you can head on back, alright?” Oliver said.

“I haven’t entertained enough,” Veil said.

As usual, before Oliver could even react, she had a hand place on both of their groins.

“She is really direct, huh?” Howard replied. “I really don’t need a demonstration.”

“Of course I am!” She leaned over to Howard. “And of course you do.”

“No, believe me, I don’t,” Howard replied, nudging away her hand. “I know you’re designed for it, but I’m not too in the mood.”

“You’re just chicken.” Veil raised her chin as if talking down to him, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. “Can’t help thinking how embarrassing it would be to get jerked off by a robot!”

“Uh, no,” Howard replied.

Veil’s smile dropped. “Yeah, well, uh, you probably haven’t had a jerking like mine before anyways.”

“I told you, once she starts, she never stops,” Oliver replied.

“I’m sure I haven’t, but like I said, I’m not in the mood, just here to relax.”

“Can you tell your buddy he’s a doofus and to let me touch his penis?” Veil asked, completely seriously.

“Do not ever say that to me again, OK?” Oliver replied.

“Whatever. How about a bet then?” Veil said.

“What do you have to bet? Some cheese?” Howard asked. “A computer mouse?”

“No! C’mon, I’m serious here. I’m a super smart machine, treat me like one.”

Oliver had to stifle a laugh at her words, which got a grumpy stare from her.

“Alright, alright, what have you got to bet then?” Howard asked. From his half smile, Oliver could tell he was just playing along. Bad move, really, really bad.

“How about, if I satisfy you completely, you buy a robot of your own?” Veil asked.

“What the heck do either of us get out of this?”

“I get a new friend, and you get to release some steam.”

“I wouldn’t take that bet,” Oliver replied. “I already lost a good chunk of change on her. Wouldn’t want the same to happen to you.”

“Don’t be a chicken. I’m sure my abilities are worth like, several thousand bucks anyways, so it’s basically a free test run,” Veil said.

Howard chuckled. “I’ll admit, that’s a tempting offer. I basically win either way, huh?”

“You really want to buy one of these things?”

“Ahem!” Veil said, bumping her elbow into Oliver.

“Not like I wasn’t saving up already,” Howard said.

Oliver tilted his head and looked at Howard.

“Oh c’mon, like you can judge me. You’ve got the weirdest machine I’ve ever seen.” Howard looked to Veil. “No offense.”

“Some taken,” she replied.

“Still, better to invest that cash instead.”

“Like I need to invest. What more could I ask for in life?”

“So! Is it a deal? Huh? Huh?” Veil asked.

“I guess it is, but how is this going to wo–”

Veil cut him off, grabbing at his crotch. Still being a precise machine, she deftly undid their zippers simultaneously and had already buried her hand into their underwear. Her fingers went to work, groping them gently yet firmly at times, working them up into arousal.

Howard seemed as though he were going to protest at first, but simply replied with a muttering, “Goddamn.”

Oliver similarly didn’t bother with the complaints. For all her annoyances and boasting, Veil really was good at what she did. She applied the right amount of pressure at just the right speed, jerking them off in tandem but at different rates. Somehow she just knew how to manipulate the male body just right, pulling their libido along without yanking.

It wasn’t long before she had managed to get them fully erect, with a dab of precum dribbling from Oliver’s member. It was a bit of an awkward situation with his friend exposed, but it was hard to care. Oliver’s eyes stuck to Veil as she worked, trailing back from her delicate fingers back to her face, where she smiled at him.

“Master gets first dibs,” she said. Then, as if to show off, Veil daintily placed her mouth on Oliver’s erection, sucking loudly before pulling off with a pop. Just a spark of pleasure that disappeared as soon as it came. Veil repeated this for Howard, who gently placed a hand on her head before she retreated yet again. Whatever worries they might’ve had about the situation were stolen away by her little display.

The gentle sucking grew to full on bobbing, then deepthroating. She was going through the motions for her puppets. Through all of this, not once did she stop jerking. Always moving those hands, milking them, teasing them, prodding them. Keeping them aroused for the next trick. Her slick spittle kept these motions more than easy, and almost adding to the jolt of enjoyment that came with every push up and down on their cocks.

Suddenly, it came to a stop. Veil stood up and popped open her groin cover.

“I get a turn too!” she said, wiggling her rear and tail. Veil quickly sat on Howard’s lap, rubbing her butt up against him. That didn’t mean Oliver was left out. She leaned over and managed to get him to ease closer to her, where she took his entire length into her mouth and went right back to her sloppy blowjob.

Veil continued to wiggle her ass up against Howard until he got the memo and slid his cock into her. He tensed up, obviously feeling her absurd level of control she had over her entrance. Oliver decided to enjoy the moment and took her by the hair, pushing her head into tandem with her own movements. Her tongue had focused on the tip of his erection, slicking his head. After a moment of pleasure, she popped off of him and slid further down, licking at his balls. One hand braced on his thigh while the other stroked his erection. Soon, she had placed her mouth on his sack and gently ran her tongue over it, drawing a groan out of Oliver.

Howard, on the other hand, continued to push into Veil. His thrusts were shaky at first, but he eventually acclimated to her tight body. He grabbed at her thighs, pulling her backward onto him. Did he forget the bet? Veil rolled her eyes and wrapped her tail around his cock, snuggling the tip of it underneath his balls. There was a loud buzzing and Howard faltered again. She had more tricks up her sleeve than Oliver expected.

They had continued like that for a while, wrapped up in the bliss of the situation. Their motions were mostly primal, just going for as much pleasure as their bodies could drink up. Veil, as per normal, showed no signs of exhaustion, enjoying every bit of attention that came her way as she worked on Oliver’s erection and as Howard slammed into her.

Eventually, the two of them had realized that this wasn’t enough and stood up. Veil could only limply hang between the two of them as she was carried into the air.

“Easy fellas!” Veil chuckled. “Ah, who am I kidding, you won’t–” Veil was cut off. Oliver forced his cock back into her throat. The lack of a gag reflex was a blessing as he pushed all the way back into her throat. She still loudly gagged, however, no doubt an attempt at adding realism to their sex. Her designers really did think of everything.

Oliver had hardly thought of his friend in his part of the arrangement, but he soon realized their thrusts were pushing Veil back and forth. Forward, slamming her pussy down to the base of Howard’s cock, and backwards, pushing Oliver’s erection into her throat. Veil herself actually seemed enraptured with this, her eyes pulling back, and her body twitching as she swung back and forth from either partner.

Howard came first, easily and happily losing the bet. His waist pushed forward, burying himself as far as he could into the small rat. That in turn choked her on Oliver’s cock. The constriction of her throat gripped tightly and brought Oliver into his own orgasm. He pushed her head down. Pointless, as she could go no further, but it added that much more pleasure to his orgasm as he forced load after load of semen deep into her gut.

_

The two men had settled back into the couch, still beaten by their work out. Veil sat on the ground, recuperating herself. She mumbled something about a battery and lay back against the couch. Her body oozed semen, and dribbled down her body. Oliver could hardly care about the cleanup that would require.

“So… I won, right?” Veil said. “You’re completely relaxed and relieved, right?” She smacked Howard’s leg.

“Nah, I’m still raring to go.”

Oliver shot him a stare. Even he was out of it. This was no time for jokes, he figured. Or maybe it was the perfect time, with Veil hardly being able to stand up right herself.

“No, no, no, you sat down and you can’t move now. I’ve got the load inside of me to prove it.”

“Nope, I usually fall asleep after a good workout.”

Smug son of a gun, Oliver thought.

Veil stood up, nearly tossing herself off balance. The tail didn’t do much, it seemed. She wiped a spatter of semen off her face and pouted.

“You just don’t want to admit you lost,” she said.

“Maybe you don’t want to admit you lost,” Howard replied. He could barely raise his head back up from the couch. Not one to back down, though.

“Look, we’re exhausted, we don’t need to do any more of this,” Oliver said. He picked his pants up off the ground. Laundry was going to be hell too. Owning a robot was such hard work.

“No, hold on now, you can’t just get your buddy outta this!” Veil said. She took another drunken step forward. “I won fair and square so I should get my own friend. It’s what we agreed on.” She plopped down onto her knees and began weakly beating Howard’s knee with her hands. “Admit it!”

“Can one of you drop this? I really don’t care which. Just one of you,” Oliver said.

Neither of them looked at him. Of course they didn’t. They had become wrapped up in their silly game, and now there would have to be some kind of tie-breaker.

“If you can’t admit you lost, that’s fine. Doesn’t mean I have to hold up my part of the bargain,” Howard replied. “Didn’t know your bot was a sore loser, Oliver.”

“Oh, shut up. Didn’t you guys hear me?”

“Fine. One more thing. I got one more thing!” Veil said. She shook a fist at him.

Oliver shook his head and dropped his trousers back onto the ground.

“What is it? We already made a mess of everything else on you,” Howard replied.

“No holes needed,” Veil said simply. She turned around and plopped down on Howard’s lap, nuzzling his half-erect cock between her thighs. She then beckoned Oliver over. He rubbed his eyes and stood up, still a slave to his stirring libido. Veil grabbed onto his erection with both hands and looked up at him.

“Now, get ready!” she said. There was a loud buzz and Howard grunted. She began bouncing on his lap. As far as Oliver could tell, her thighs were vibrating as she moved. He, on the other hand, was getting a slow handjob. His erection was still recovering from the last of his orgasm, so it was a much needed delight.

The sluggishness, however, did not last long. Every second, Veil sped up her pumping. Her grip tightened. In moments she was wildly jerking off Oliver, loudly smacking against his body while her hips did the rest on Howard. Oliver could only grunt as Veil practically milked him. She was quiet, for once, only looking up at him with a slight smile.

“C’mon, I know you have more in there. Just a little more. Pop for me,” Veil said. Simple words, but they were spoken so directly. Begging. Needing. “All over me.” Her assault on their bodies didn’t stop. If anything, they intensified. Oliver couldn’t bare the pleasure coursing through him, burning him up inside.

Suddenly, his hips jerked forward, sending a rope of semen onto her face. She opened her mouth as it cascaded across her eye and down into her awaiting tongue. Howard, similarly thrust hard, unloading his cock and spraying semen against her body, eventually pooling down into her thighs. She gave both of them a few more goading motions, pulling out that much more out of them.

Both of them groaned and gasped. Oliver was sore, but his mind didn’t care. The excitement that ran through his body crushed any possible protest he might’ve had over the event.

“I think I’ve won now,” she said with a wink.

_

“Can’t you just go outside and hose her down?” Howard asked.

“What will the neighbors think of me not only hosing down a robot, but a rat robot at that?” Oliver replied.

The man was currently hands deep in bathwater, scrubbing down Veil as best he could.

“Oh, a peep show, they’d love it,” she said.

“No, I already have one too many people who knows about you.”

“I’m fine with it. Plus, I guess I’ll have to follow through on the bet,” Howard said.

“See? I’m the best,” Veil said. “Never make a bet with a rat.”

“A robot,” Oliver said.

“Same thing in my case.”

“Whatever. Step out of the bath.” Oliver stood up and got a towel and immediately wrapped Veil in it as soon as she was out. He gave her a good dry down. Despite being synthetic, her hair seemed very real, wetly glistening in the light. There was an odd elegance about it, despite her overall demeanor.

“So, how about a cool movie?” Veil said.

“That’s it?” Oliver asked.

“Are you kidding me? I’m almost out of power here.”

“See? Just have to tire her out,” Howard replied.

“Well, I guess that’s not too bad,” Oliver said.

“Let’s go then!” Veil let the towel drop to the ground and tightly hugged Oliver with her still damp body.

Oliver shook his head but couldn’t help smiling. She wasn’t the worst investment.