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to a Robohooker. How the hell you ended up drained, God only knows. Not unless there’s a fault that’s draining you. Or a faulty connection. Thank God this never happened once you went into production. A customer could sue the Corporation for millions in compensation. We’ll need to do a full diagnostic on you once we get you off my cock. Damn! Damn! Damn! I never even got a chance to come. We’ll have to reprogram you so you can give me a refund, though that’ll cause hell with accounting.”
     
    For all his genius the Professor was mistaken in one thing however. Bill did take photographs and he did put them on the internet. Taking photographs was a required procedure with a robotic malfunction but posting the evidence was not, but it got Bill a freebie from Fifi for some reason . Do a search if you wish to see the pictures .
     

THE PLEASURE PALACE
     
    “Do you not worry that Robohookers will deprive human hookers of their income?” I asked Fifi the following day once I had been fully recharged.
    “No, honey, our main competition has always come from gals that give it away for free. Common sluts, married women, that sort. No, you’re a premium product, at least right now, so you’re not going to threaten my livelihood none.”
    “But I will be able to fuck immeasurably better than any human woman,” I insisted.
    “Yeah, and there are good hookers and bad hookers, but the bad ones make a living too.”
    “I do not understand. Do men not seek out a quality fuck when they are horny?”
    “No, men seek out a fuck and the quality don’t come into it. They’d fuck a barber’s floor if it had a hole in it.”
    It was a strange reference and one I had difficulty in understanding. Humans were proving to be more complex than my programming had implied.  I would have to devote more processing power to analysing their behaviour.
    “The good thing is,” Fifi continued, “that now we’ve got Jim Frankenstone out of the way we can get down to whipping you into shape.”
    “Whipping? Yes, I understand that some men enjoy this procedure.”
    “No, honey, that’s not what I meant . I’ll teach you about that stuff when we get to the advanced stuff. No, what I meant is that now your virginity has been taken by the Prof, we can allow guys to put their pecker inside you and adjust your vaginal responses so you’re not too wet or too tight when you’re fucking. Frankenstone has also insisted that you’re adjusted so your pussy stays open if you have a shut-down so a guy can withdraw his pecker .”
    “That is a sensible precaution. It must have been embarrassing for the Professor to be trapped within me.”
    “I sure hope so.”
    “So, I must go to the Engineering Section to be adjusted?”
    “I have you booked in for 4.30. What I plan to do this morning is to take you to my place of work so you can have a look round and get a feel of the place.”
    “Will it be where I am to work?”
    “Some of the time, and certainly to start with, but you might have to spend some time on the streets too, just to see that side of the business.”
    “Where is it you work, Fifi?” I asked.
    “Madame Pandora’s Pleasure Palace , finest brothel in town.”
     
    “What you got to understand,” Fifi explained as she drove me to her place of employment, “is that Pandora’s is a classy establishment and employs only the highest quality hookers.”
    “In what way are they of superior quality?” I enquired.
    “Well, by all regards they’re better looking, they dress better, act more refined and generally give a more pleasurable sexual experience to a gentleman, which is why they are available only at a premium price.”
    “And do you think I would be able to join this elite?”
    “Not if the prices the Corporation have programmed you with are anything to go by. I think they see you as more of a mass-ma rket hooker. A hundred and fifty for anal indeed! Why, the least of my girls wouldn’t give you a sniff of their