And a sexbot in its natural habitat.

“Are… are you my new owner,” she said biting her lip, “I think I like the sound of that.” Just then, the door clicked.

“Shit!” Ben only just hid under the bed as a man in a tight business suit entered the room.

“I’m sorry, señor!” V called, “Closed for cleaning. I just changed these sheets.”

“You kidding me?” he asked, “I’m going to go talk with the gal at the counter! This room should be open!” Ben sighed with relief, but realized he had sighed with relief too soon.

“Wait, don’t go yet,” she said, “I’ve… I’ve been up here all day, you know. All these robots, they’re getting all the attention. That can make a girl feel left out, you know.” She walked up to the other guy and led him into the room.

“What is she doing?” Ben whispered. He crawled to the edge of the bed and saw the robot leaning into the guy and kissing him.

“I don’t think I should, Miss,” he said, “But I don’t think I’ll be saying that in a few minutes.

“What? NO!” Ben said as the other guy plopped down on the bed right on top of him, the mattress pressed him into the floor, and then V knelt down, unzipped the guy’s pants, and wrapped her lips around his cock. The guy on the bed grunted and sighed with pleasure while V moaned quietly with her mouth full.

“Ben? Ben?” Brian asked, “Why aren’t you leaving yet? Wait, it’s giving a blow job? Ben, you had to get a blowjob from it NOW?”

“Not me, Brian!” Ben hissed.

“Is there someone here?” The guy asked. V put a finger to his lips, pulled up her shirt, then pulled down her pants and climbed onto the guy’s dick.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “But I need to make this quick. They’ll fire me if they know I’m not working.”

“Babe, take as little or as long as you like.” V started slowly, grinding her hips back and forth on top of him, then a minute later she started to pick up speed.

“Make her stop, Brian!” Ben said, “Make her—” but before he could finish, V was vigorously riding the stranger’s cock and the guy thrusted up and down to her rhythm. Each time they came down the mattress pummeled Ben into the floor.

“Brian, I better get paid extra for this!” Ben said, “You hear me? You better give me part of your share, or I might just strangle it out of you!”

“Is it jumping on the bed now?” Brian asked.

“What do you think she's doing?” Ben hissed as the pair changed positions, “Exactly what personality type did you choose?”

“Uhhh…Robot_brothel_cleaning_maid_venezuelan_#6. Oh and this is interesting, with optional illegal immigrant tag.”

“That’s a thing!” Ben asked, “Why is that even an option?”

“Pretty sure it’s part of one of its roleplay scenarios: immigrant worker has to give the agent sexual favors to keep from getting deported."

“I’m cumming!” V screamed.

“Me too!” the stranger said.

“Cum in my mouth!” V said, “Please, cum in my mouth!”

“Oh, thank God,” Ben whispered. V and her fuckbuddy got off the bed and V knelt down with her mouth wide open as he shot his load into it. V stuck the tip back in her mouth and let it go with a loud pop, but it was a messy cumshot and half of it landed on the bed behind her.

“Oh, and I just changed those sheets,” she said.

“You dragged me into it,” the guy said buttoning his pants back up.

“No, I needed that,” V said, “These robots are going to get all the attention now. I needed to get it in while I still can.”

“Babe, you don't need to worry about these robots taking over the world as long as there are still women like you in it.”

“You’re an idiot!” Ben whispered.

“But I bought an hour, so I better go find one of these “girls” so I can get some of my money’s worth,” he said.

“Adios!” V said. Ben was furious when he crawled out from under the bed and V was scooping the last drops of the stranger's cum into her mouth.

"What was that?" he asked.

"Uh, that was a sexbot in her natural habitat," V said,

"You're not supposed to be fucking right now!" he said.

"So, you only want me to fuck you?" she asked.

"No!" he said, "Right now we need to get out of here!"

"Well why didn't you say so?" she asked leaving the room.

"I was hiding under the bed!" he said running after her. He grabbed her by the hand and walked as fast as he could down the hallway, narrowly avoiding one of the other sexbots (he assumed, obviously he couldn't be sure) and then stopped at the end of the hall to wait for the elevator.

"So, you gave me a name," she said, "What should I call you? How about Master?"

"What? No," he said, "No. Just... just call me Ben."

"Okay, Ben," she said, "So what should we do when we get in the elevator?"

"We ride it to the bottom," Ben said as the door opened with a ring.

"Ben, Bruce," Brian said, "Uhhh... change of plans."

"Oh no," Bruce said.

"Yeah I agree with Bruce," Ben said, "What happened?"

"Convention center security is what happened," Brian said, "They found me in the maintenance garage and I have to circle around to find parking. I'll tell you when-" his voice cut to static.

"Brian," Ben said, "Brian, you there? Shit. Well... enjoy the expo, I guess. I need to find some place to fix this cyberphone."

"How much can I enjoy myself?" V asked.

"You don't have any money to spend," Ben said, "Also no flirting, and don't let anyone know you're a robot. You're just a... sigh... smoking-hot woman at a porn convention. This is going to be a nightmare isn't it?"

"If you say so, Ben." she groaned, "I won't have sex with anyone while you're busy."

"Good. Thank you," Ben said as the elevator opened on the main lobby, "Bruce. Bruce are you there?" He left V then to go find a bathroom. Even at a crowded convention, the bathroom might be the least crowded place. Then he remembered where he was and figured it was probably going to be the most crowded place, so he turned around and started looking for some kind of tool room instead.