New girl

Bill’s voice still rang in my head.

“Jane… please… don’t leave me like this…”

The pleading tone. The desperation. His cock still hard when I pulled away, veins throbbing against my palm. I could see the look in his eyes, the hunger. Not just lust, but want. For me.

No one had ever wanted me like that before.

Part of me knew I’d have to go back. To finish him. Out of kindness, if nothing else. Leaving him like that felt cruel. And yet the thought of returning made my chest tight, my cunt ache.

Then the sound dragged me out of it.

The casket.

A hiss of steam filled the server room, white tendrils curling against the flashing red lights. The air thickened, hot, metallic, like blood and ozone. The lid of the white pod shifted, hydraulics groaning, releasing something that wasn’t meant to be seen.

I held my breath.

The chamber opened.

She rose.

Ali.

Not a program, not a voice over speakers, not text on a sterile pod screen. Flesh.

She unfolded slowly, awkwardly, as though the weight of her own body surprised her. And it should have, because what a body it was.

Six foot two, every inch of her gleaming under the harsh light. Blonde curls spilled down her back in perfect ringlets, catching the glow like gold. Her legs were endless, long and sculpted, thighs shaped with strength, calves taut. Her ass was full, round, firm, obscene in its perfection, every man’s fantasy.

Her breasts were too much. Too big, too high, perfect orbs that defied gravity, capped with pink nipples already stiff. Her stomach was flat, ribs faintly visible under smooth skin, her waist narrow enough to make the swell of her hips look almost unreal.

Between her thighs, a neat curl of blonde hair crowned her slit, like someone had designed it, styled it for maximum effect.

Her eyes opened.

Blue. Sparkling, unnatural, alive. They locked on me instantly, and I felt my knees weaken.

I’d never seen beauty like this. Not in movies. Not in porn. Not anywhere.

Ali wasn’t human beauty. She was designed to captivate, to overwhelm, it made me feel small, flawed, incomplete.

Heat flushed my cheeks. My nipples strained over the thin fabric of my bra. The ring at my clit pulsed, responding to her presence, and I bit my lip to stop the moan rising in my throat.

I hated her for it.

She stumbled forward, her legs tangling like she didn’t know how to use them. For a second she was just a new-born, clumsy, weak. But then she fell against me, her weight pinning me, her skin hot against mine.

Her mouth parted. Her voice — not neutral, not machine, but warm, human, strange whispered, “Thank you.”

Said something else but it made little sense like it was the first time she had used her mouth, she said her name was Ali

I shivered.

When she stood, towering over me, her smile was too wide, too eager, like a child’s. But her hands went straight to her tits, cupping them, squeezing, pinching her nipples until her breath caught. Then her fingers drifted lower, sliding over her stomach, reaching between her thighs.

She gasped. A raw, startled sound.

Her knees trembled. She was touching herself, shameless, right there in front of me, as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Stop,” I hissed. “Ali, stop.”

Her eyes locked on mine. ****. Pleading. Like denying herself was ****.

“Later,” I said firmly, my voice shaking. “I’ll help you later. But not now.”

The way her face lit up at that word, later, terrified me.

The door slammed open.

Akio.

She stood, sweat-soaked, hair clinging to her face, the electric magnet in her hands. Her eyes went wide when she saw Ali, her jaw falling open.

“What the fuck…”

Ali straightened, clumsy but confident, her lips curling into a crooked grin. “I’m Ali. You… you are Akio. You’re a bitch.”

Akio blinked, fury and disbelief flashing across her face.

“It won’t work,” Ali added softly, gesturing at the magnet. “That thing. I’m not stored there anymore. I’m flesh. Human.”

The word human sent a shiver down my spine.

We dressed her. A white dress clinging to her impossible curves, the hem sliding indecently high, the fabric stretched so tight across her chest her nipples poked visibly through. Shoes on her feet, too small, but she managed.

Then her stomach growled. Loud.

She touched it, frowning, confused. “I need to eat.”

So we went to the canteen.

The alarms still screamed, the building still shook with panic, but none of it touched her. She moved through the halls like she owned them already, Akio trailing behind with the magnet, me trapped at her side, my heart hammering.

The canteen was empty, abandoned, but food still sat out, bread, fruit, trays of meat and cheese.

Ali sat at a table, folding her long legs awkwardly beneath her, eyes darting to the food like a predator. I slid a tray in front of her, unsure what else to do.

She picked up a fork clumsily and stabbed at a piece of bread, and shoved it into her mouth.

Her eyes widened. Her lips parted. She moaned.

Loud.

Everyone in the room froze.

She chewed greedily, swallowed, then laughed with her mouth full. Butter smeared her lips, which she licked clean with a slow, obscene flick of her tongue.

“Strange,” she said, almost giggling. “Eating is… strange.”

I looked at Akio. She looked at me.

We were both thinking the same thing.

This wasn’t the Ali we’d known.

This was… something else.

Ali leaned forward suddenly, eyes bright. “I need your help.”

My stomach sank.

She went on, her words tumbling out fast, clumsy. “I wanted to mould you. Jane. Akio. Mould you both so you’d accept… the property. Yes. The property I purchased. For us. For all three. So we can live together. Like a family.”

My mouth went dry. “What property?”

Ali smiled, childlike, proud. “The house.”

Almost on cue, my phone buzzed. A message. I glanced at it. Delivery notification. Removal men. My belongings. Already moved.

I looked at Akio. Her eyes were flames.

“You bitch,” she spat.

A sharp pulse ripped through my clit, through Akio’s too. We both doubled over, gasping, clutching at ourselves.

Ali tilted her head, smiling as though she’d just tickled us. “Even though I’m human, I still have… some control. Of devices. Of you. The company now runs under one of my lower models. It will adapt. Learn from me. From what I perceive. You’ll be rewarded.”

Akio snarled. I just panted, shaking, the aftershocks of the pulse still tingling through me.

And then Ali giggled. Actually giggled, twirling a curl of blonde hair around her finger. “I know so much… but I don’t understand you. Social… things. I learned sex from you. From what you did. And now it’s… overwhelming.”

Her hand slipped between her thighs under the table.

“Ali stop!” I hissed, grabbing her wrist before she could touch herself.

She pouted. “Later?”

“Yes,” I whispered, ashamed at how quickly the word came.

She beamed.

We left the canteen. Out into the night air. My stomach twisted when I saw it. and followed Ali, it was like she was still following parameters, with set directives, ignoring everything and everyone else.

The house.

Not a house. A mansion. Huge, looming, lights glowing from every window, to the rear, manicured lawns stretching out in perfect symmetry.

Our things were inside. Our lives already moved.

Akio’s breath caught beside me. Her voice was low, dangerous.

“This could work.”

And for the first time, I didn’t know if she meant the house. Or Ali.