Activated

Roboslut™ Inc. advised you to let 'Kim' deliver herself before the party so you'd have time to 'get to know her'. Apparently there is some sort of bonding built in to the program and if you want her loyalty you'll need to screw her first. That sounds fine to you. You've checked on the beer supply, chips, and everything else you need for the party and are waiting for Kim's arrival with sweating palms. Just after you check your watch for the 217th time the doorbell rings and you're at the door in a flash.

You feel disappointed when you open the door and find 'Kim' in a long dark coat. This was not at all what you'd expected.

"Is this where the ragbee team will have its party," she chirps cheerily, "the coach sent me over."

"Rugby, the game is rugby," you tell her. "Come on in."

"Thanks, can I take the coat off? It's warm out there."

"Sure, go ahead. What's in the bag?"

If she answered your question about what was in the bag, you didn't hear her. The blood pounding in your ears was all you could hear as she slipped off the shapeless black coat. You are suddenly aware why she came in the coat. The police would have picked her up for indecent exposure if she'd appeared on the street like that and your love doll would have been down at the police station with her legs in the air and the whole **** banging her.

'Kim' shook her head, tossing her long red hair when the coat came off. It also set her big and barely restrained boobs wobbling in their tiny halter. Your mouth goes dry. The tiny red and white top tied beneath her breasts is too small to contain her heavy tits. The two sides that struggle to contain her chest are so far apart that her areolas are exposed, and it looks like a deep breath would expose her nipples and pop the knot that barely kept the top closed now. Your eyes go down her flat, bare stomach to the top of her skirt, which starts down so slow you're surprised you don't see pubic hair peeking over the top. The bottom of the skirt can't be more than three inches below the top of the skirt - and belt might be a better word for it than skirt.

The 'skirt' doesn't fully cover her crotch, and the thin white silk panties under her red-and-white skirt couldn't be more transparent unless they were made of cellophane and so tight her camel-toe is clearly visible. Instead of heavy red-and-white cotton knee-socks your Kim comes with fish-net stockings that come to mid-thigh and you eventually notice she's wearing red fuck-me-pumps with six inch heels - that explains why she looks so tall.

It takes you a minute to realize she's talking to you. "Do I look okay for the party?"

"Turn around," you suggest.

She turns half-way and thrusts her barely covered ass back towards you, "So, how many guys at this party… What's your name?"

"John," you croak as her bubble-butt sways back and forth seductively before you. "Twenty-two, thirteen on the proper team, four regular subs and five alternates. Rugby's rough."

"Rough? I like it rough," 'Kim' giggles. "Twenty-two? I usually like a little help for that many - but I can manage. I brought my things in case I need to spend the night. When does the party start?"

"Four hours…"

"Four hours?" Kim pouts and rubs herself against you. "Four whole hours?" She rubs a hand on your crotch and grins at what she finds. "I hope you have some way to keep me entertained."

[Author's note: Hate to complain, but if I don't get some feedback on whether stuff I write is read/appreciated I won't bother. Is anyone reading this?]