I think she's going to tell him a bawdy joke. What more could it be?

Maybe it's how she tells him the joke?

"Even if it's a bit bawdy?" you repeat out-loud, following the computer's instructions.

"Those are the best kinds of jokes!" Jack says, with evident enthusiasm.

Sit in his lap, put your arms around his neck.

WHAAAT?

You stare up, trying to find someplace in the corners where there's a video camera or something so you can glare at the computer telling you to do this.

It can't be serious, right??? The FUCKING HOUSE COMPUTER WANT'S ME TO SIT IN A MAN'S LAP?

Well, not a man, just a mannequin.

And it's not like you haven't sucked down a mannequin's cock before. Right? You did that on the first day.

Well, okay...

Rolling your eyes, you move your chair aside and settle yourself into his lap, with your arms around his neck. Wait... are you feeling something moving down there? IS HIS PENIS GETTING HARD IN HIS PANTS?

For some reason, doing this and feeling his hard member while in this intimate situation, you on his lap, your arms around his neck, your bottom wiggling... and the fact that he looks like a younger Jack Hewitt (!!!) - for some reason this is making you blush up a storm.

But why is this so embarrassing? It's just a mannequin, right?

As you turn to face him, you realized just how revealing your dress is. With your arms around his head, you see how your glorious (if fake) cleavage is flaunted just a inches away from his face.

'Thank God he's just a dummy...' you think to myself,

Although in reality, he's becoming less and less like a machine and more and more like a real person as the scene continues. The skin around his neck is warm and soft, like real skin. Is that cigar smoke you smell? Did Jack Hewitt smoke cigars?

Something about that smell just makes him seem so much more manly. Unlike you! You smell of makeup and perfume.

(*ting*) It's best if I tell the joke while sitting _on your lap. Do you mind?

Of course, you're already sitting in his lap, but then you realize that this is another flirting technique: As a woman, you do the intimate action first, and then ask for permission later. You can imagine how Marilyn Monroe might do this in her kitten voice.

"It's best if I tell the joke while sitting on your lap. Do you mind?" you ask, raising your voice so it sounds cuter, innocent and feminine.

You batt your eyes (where did that come from?) and thrust your breasts towards him, flaunting your assets.

Why do you want this so much, all of a sudden? Are you really such a tease? A flirt? ARE YOU ENJOYING THIS??

"Oh, not at all!" Jack exclaims, staring at your tits. If a machine could drool, he would be doing it.

Eep!

You feel the mannequin place one hand on your hips and a second on your knee, between my legs.

Suddenly, you realize how horny this is making you.

This is getting very -- very (!) -- intimate!

(*ting*) ...