The World's Worst Jigsaw Puzzle

Chelsea and Isa watch in amusement as a frantic Cassidy dashes back into the house, her bare breasts and ass bouncing with each hurried step. Meanwhile, S.A.M. looks over the small handkerchief holding all the pieces of glass they recently collected. Deciding that it's time to get to work, the robotic woman heads inside, with Chelsea and Isa following closely behind.

Once the three are out of the backyard and back inside the manor, Chelsea suggests they use the game room to reassemble the glass since it should be relatively quiet. S.A.M. agrees, and before long, the three women find themselves in the room, ready to begin. S.A.M. pours out the pieces onto the poker table and starts sorting through them to try and find common shapes that may fit together. With her advanced camera-like eyes, she is quickly able to detect similar cracks and edges and uses that as a starting place when grouping the shards.

"I will need some kind of adhesive to reconstruct the object," S.A.M. informs the other women as she continues to organize glass. "It would be appreciated if one of you could locate and retrieve such a substance for me."

"I'm on it," Chelsea quickly volunteers herself. "I'll ask Lalita where she keeps her glue."

S.A.M. nods, but otherwise doesn't look up from her task, while Isa promises to keep an eye on things while the magician is gone. While Chelsea isn't thrilled about leaving these two on their own, she also figures that this is the fastest way to figure out what the broken item is and if it could be a clue. With that in mind, she quickly leaves the room to look for Lalita.

Not long after Chelsea leaves, Isa's eyes begin to wonder over S.A.M.'s sleek form. The Puerto Rican woman can't help but be drawn to the craftsmanship of the robot's body. Something about the way S.A.M. goes about her life completely nude without a second thought makes Isa's pussy wet. After taking some time to appreciate the sight, the masseuse is unable to contain herself any longer.

"So... uh... are you really a fully functional android, S.A.M.? Like, you can do anything a human can do?"

"I would not use the word 'android' to describe myself, but I suppose it is at least a somewhat appropriate term to identify me. I was designed to resemble a human female in just about every way, after all," the robot answers as she put a few pieces of glass together to see if they connect. Noticing that they fit together, she places to pair aside from the rest of the pile.

"I see. So does that mean you carry tension in your body like a human does?" Isa asks as she places her hands on S.A.M.'s shoulders.

As Isa touches S.A.M.'s body, she notices a strange sensation. The robot's body is a bit on the cold side, but her form isn't hard or rigid. While she doesn't have the soft, doughy skin of a living, breathing person, her skin in more pliable than Isa would have assumed. The metal covering S.A.M. is smooth and pliable. It almost doesn't feel like metal at all, more like a synthetic fiber, though the shiny, silver color and cold touch confirm it's metallic composition. Instinctively, Isa begins to gently squeeze and knead S.A.M.'s shoulder just as she would a normal person.

"I know what you're attempting to do, Isa, but it won't work. While my body has been made to replicate many human qualities, I lack any of a human's normal pressure points, so you will not be able to coax me into a trance with a massage," S.A.M. explains as she keeps working.

Isa can't help but be a bit disappointed to hear that. Still, there is something novel about having this sentient machine in her hands.

"Then I suppose you won't mind if I explore a bit?" Isa requests hopefully.

"So long as you don't attempt to disassemble me, you are free to do as you please," S.A.M. replies.

Now that she has permission to do whatever she wants, Isa wastes no time running her fingers across S.A.M.'s body. She starts by caressing the robot's arms, then tracing her fingers along S.A.M.'s stomach. She reaches back up and gives S.A.M.'s breasts a squeeze, surprised to find they have a nice heft to them and are just as malleable as real boobs. She also notices that S.A.M. lets out a soft hum when Isa touches her nipples. Curious about her response to sexual stimulation, Isa decides to get a bit more bold. She sees S.A.M.'s ass hang just a bit off the back on the chair she's sitting in and uses her hands her spread the robot's cheeks, revealing a mechanical asshole.

Immediately, Isa wonder why a machine that doesn't need to eat would have a butt, but then gets an idea. Timidly, Isa sticks out her tongue and slowly inches toward S.A.M.'s backdoor. The second her tongue makes contact with skin, it's like lightning shoots though S.A.M.'s body as she almost instantly tenses up and lets out a gasping sound, dropping a piece of glass she was holding back onto the table. Seeing this reaction causes Isa to smile. Maybe this android does have a few pressure points...

Meanwhile, Chelsea continues to search the house for Lalita. However, before she can really begin her search, she notices a figure start to descend the staircase. Glancing up, Chelsea's jaw hits the floor when she realizes who it is.

"Cassidy?!" The magician calls out it disbelief.

The young inventor is now wearing an elegant blue dress that hugs her body very nicely. Somehow, the dress both emphasizes the woman's sexiness while also giving her a refined look that practically begs for people to shower her with affection. And without her lab coat or stockings, even more attention is being drawn to her slender, tattooed covered arms and legs.

"Why the fuck are you looking at me like that?" Cassidy ask with a bit of annoyance.

"Wh-what are you wearing?" Chelsea asks back, unsure of whether she should be in awe or laugh at the absurd sight in front of her.

"Shut up! The only clothes I could find in this stupid house are snobby dresses like this! You think I wanted to wear this shit?" Cassidy complains, clearly uncomfortable in such a fancy outfit. "At least Lalita is close enough to my size to manage. And don't think I forgot that this is your fault, you bitch..."

"Hehe... sorry..." Chelsea chuckles. "But hey, you look... uh... good."

"Cut the bullshit. I can't wait until I can get home and change. Let's just wrap all this up so I can leave."

"Oh! That's right! I need to find Lalita. Do you know where she is?"

"Nope. I was kind of in a rush when I came in, so I didn't see anyone. Though I think I heard some noise coming from the dining room. Maybe we can check there?" Cassidy suggests.

Seeing that as a good a place to start as any, Chelsea decides to follow Cassidy's lead. The two ladies walk into the dining room where they are greeted by yet another shocking sight. Laying on the floor in the center of the room is Lalita, completely covered in sexual fluid, gasping for air, and surrounded by ripped up clothes. Standing next to the MILF are Blondie (who is totally naked and also seemingly a bit winded) and Danielle, who is observing the other two women very closely, as if trying to analyze them.

"Uh... what the hell happened in here?" Cassidy pipes up, causing the three women to all look at her.

As soon as Lalita picks up her head and locks eyes with Cassidy, she's instantly reminded of her crush on the inventor. Except this time, seeing the woman wearing her own dress causes her feeling to flare back up even stronger than before. Somehow, despite everything she just went through, the sight of Cassidy in that outfit is enough to make her horny again. The Indian is about to ask why Cassidy is wearing her clothes, but just as she opens her mouth to speak, she's suddenly hit with the realization of the position she's in, wearing her previous sexual encounter all over her body for everyone to see. Her face begins to heat up as embarrassment rushes through her.

"I... um.... I need to go take a shower," Lalita says as she jumps to her feet and attempts to get out of the room with as few looks as possible, something that's pretty much impossible at this point.

"Wait!" Chelsea calls out. Despite her desire to know what happened in this room before she came in, she puts that aside to focus on why she initially came here. "We wanted to know where you keep the super glue."

"Huh? Why do you want-" Lalita cuts herself off as she feels the stickiness of her own body. Wanting to get this interaction over as fast as she can, she decides to just answer the question and not worry too much about the reason for right now. "You know what? Never mind. Kitchen drawer, next to the stove, second from the top."

As soon as she gets those instructions out, Lalita rushes out of the dining room and up the stairs towards her bathroom, leaving everyone else in the room standing around in awkward silence. After a moment, Chelsea glances over at Danielle and Blondie.

"At some point, I want to know the details, but for right now, we have other things to deal with," Chelsea tells them, prompting an nervous look from Danielle and an oblivious giggle from Blondie. "Come on, Cassidy. Let's get that glue."

Cassidy follows Chelsea into the kitchen, where they are quickly able to find the glue and return to the game room. However, Chelsea is once again caught off guard when she walks in to find Isa rimming S.A.M.'s asshole while the robot cries and moans in pleasure. The two seem completely unaware of Cassidy and Chelsea's return as Isa gives one of S.A.M. ass cheeks a kiss before shoving her tongue back inside the needy hole in front of her.

"Ahem!" Cassidy loudly clears her throat.

Isa and S.A.M. instantly freeze before slowly turning to see the two women standing in the doorway.

"Seriously, you two? I was gone for like five minutes, tops!" Chelsea scolds.

"I... I apologize, Chelsea," S.A.M. says with a bit of a shameful tone. If she was capable of blushing, it's likely that her cheeks would be a deep shade of red right now. "Isa discovered one of my more... sensitive features. It appears that my responsiveness to stimulation in that area was set a bit higher than it should have been and I was unable to contain myself..."

"Well, damn. The robot was accidentally programmed to have an anal fetish. Who would have guessed?" Cassidy remarks, now being even more interested in how S.A.M. works than she already was.

Chelsea lets out a sigh, partially because she's upset of how little work got done while she was gone, and partially because she knows she likely would have done the same thing if she had discovered what Isa had apparently found out a few minutes ago. Either way, Chelsea decides to just move on for now, though she does file away the fact that S.A.M. has an overly sensitive asshole, just in case a chance for some fun arises once all of this is over.

"Here's your glue," she says as she tosses the tube to S.A.M., who catches it in midair without an issue. "Now let's try to stay focused. As much as I love a sexy game or two... or six... I'm sure Abigail wouldn't appreciate how much we've been goofing off. In fact, I bet she's hard at work as we speak."