Of course!

In his rush to get off of the light rail, Ben almost forgot to thank the driver.

"Thank you," he told the woman, who smiled vacantly at him. "Tonight, I'd like you to do something you enjoy."

"Do you have any suggestions, sir?" she responded, but he was already rushing down the sidewalk. He darted through a sparse crowd of pedestrians up the hospital steps, past the bare-chested reception servant who was helpfully giving a man directions to the cafeteria while he ogled her tits, and into the elevator bank. He hopped into an open elevator next to an orderly drone pushing a cart full of dirty towels. They pressed their respective buttons - 8th floor for her, 10th for him.

"Hello, sir," she said with a smile. "Would you like help with anything?"

Ben looked her over. She was a short, curvy Asian woman with a youthful face and a glassily content look in her dull brown eyes. He tried to recall if he'd interacted with her before.

"Um. Are there any activities you enjoy?" he asked.

"Serving the patients and staff at the hospital," she responded in a kindly tone.

"Well, try a new one for me. I want you to, um... learn to draw. Sketch a still-life tonight, and if you like it, please keep practicing."

The woman was unsurprised by his request; he doubted she'd ever experienced surprise in her life. "As you like," she said obediently, and pushed her cart out onto the 8th floor.

Arriving on the 10th floor, Ben approached the reception desk and was greeted by another servant. She began to give him her report on the movies she'd watched at his request, but he cut her off and asked to be let through to the offices.

"Of course, sir," she said without a hint of irritation or anger at being brusquely interrupted. A button press and a brief rush down the hall and he was standing in Mark Jamison's office door. Mark looked up from his laptop and smirked when he saw who his visitor was.

Ben had an uneasy relationship with most of Alice's coworkers. They knew that he didn't like them using her sexually, but he knew that it was rude at best and offensive at worst to try to forbid it. Because she was attractive and exceptionally intelligent, all of her male coworkers had sampled her at least a few times. Most of them tried not to make a habit out of it to respect Ben's feelings, but Mark had a tendency to push the boundaries. A makeout session here and there, a few gropings; she never came home with his semen in her hair, but Ben considered his behavior inappropriate and he knew it. Worst of all, Alice seemed to genuinely enjoy working with him.

"Hello, Ben. Looking for your servant?" Mark knew that Ben preferred the term partner. Ben ignored the provocation and nodded. "She's in the living quarters with the patient. You excited to finally meet a woman you can **** yourself on?"

Ben's cheeks flushed and he fought a brief urge to lash out. Instead, he thanked Mark and moved down the hall to the two small inpatient rooms. The door to Room A was open and it was obviously empty, so he knocked on Room B. Now that he was actually about to meet this intriguing self-motivated woman, Ben was inexplicably nervous. After a second, Alice opened it and smiled brightly.

"Ben!" she said, and kissed him on the cheek. "Come in! We've been waiting for you."

Ben entered the room and Alice introduced him to Meg Winthrop, who was sitting quietly on the couch with her hands folded in her lap. She greeted him in a soft, neutral tone, then looked back to Alice. He took a moment to study the patient; if Meg noticed him sizing her up, she gave no indication.

He didn't know what to expect, but he couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. The skinny raven-haired woman before him could have been any drone; she didn't even have the lightly-applied personality of a low-level servant. In fact, she was less responsive than a typical drone; most drones at least acknowledged the men in the room, but she stared unceasingly at Alice with a neutral expression. Ben swallowed his discouragement and smiled.

"So, Alice tells me that you've been in an accident..." he prompted. Meg didn't react, but her gaze remained fixed on his partner. "She says that you can disobey men. Is that true?"

Finally Meg turned back to him. Looking into her eyes, he saw a small gleam of something other than the obsequious eagerness of a drone. It wasn't quite aggression, wasn't resistance...

"Yes," she said plainly. "That's true."

Skepticism. Ben's heart leapt in his chest. He almost laughed at the irony - he was too busy judging to her to notice that she was judging him right back. She looked back to Alice and now the subtle question in her gaze was unmistakable: This is the guy you've been gushing over?

And of course Alice had been. She adored Ben no matter what he did because he craved her adoration. He couldn't even argue with her about it; she would never disagree with him, but she was observant enough to know he was lying when he said he didn't want her admiration. Now, after years of fantasies and dreams and roleplay, Ben was finally being judged by a woman.

This strange interplay didn't escape Alice's notice. "Wanna try it?" she asked with a grin.

"Try it?" he asked, taken aback. Meg didn't react to their conversation at all. "What do you mean?"

"Tell her to do something!" Alice said. "Anything! Tell her to blow you!"

"What?" Ben stammered, blushing. A drone as attractive as Meg must have given thousands of blowjobs, but Ben would never ask for one. "I- no! I can't get a blowjob in front of my wife!"

"Wife?" Meg asked, a bit of incredulity creeping into her monotone. "Your wife?"

Alice smiled sheepishly and shrugged. "It's a little pet name he calls me sometimes. You know, like how old kings used to call their harem members 'queens'."

Meg laughed, an actual laugh of derision and scorn. Ben felt like he was dreaming. "She's not a wife, Ben. She's a puppet. Alice, take off your pants."

Alice eagerly assented and began to strip. Ben hastily told her to stop before turning to Meg. "So what if she's a puppet?" he demanded. "Every woman is! It's not my fault!"

"I'm sure she tells you that every night while you plow her," Meg said, gradually coming out of her monotone. "Does it make you feel good about yourself? Knowing that you made the most realistic sex doll in the world? Calling it wife and sending it to an office full of creeps who fuck it up the ass every-"

"Stop!" Ben said, but Meg didn't.

"You don't want a wife. You want a drone with a little more flavor. You'd better hope what happened to me never happens to Alice, because the only way you get a 'wife' this attractive and intelligent is if she literally has no say in the matter."

Ben gaped Meg, his cheeks red and tears in his eyes. Meg turned back to Alice and, for the first time, broke into an actual facial expression.

"How did I do?" she asked with a smile.