Fuck no

While you know all the stories of being able to play an instrument getting the chicks, you were always frankly too lazy to learn. You know the fingers of one hand go on the neck with the strings, and you use the other to run your fingertips over the strings, but all you get is a discordant series of 'blungs' and 'clings' while the strings vibrate from your artless strumming.

The strings are still vibrating when you hear a familiar, husky voice say in a slightly timid tone, "Hey, I'm not disturbing any writing or anything am I?"

You look to the entrance to your bedroom on the bus and see your fembot, throwing you admiring looks with an unsure smile. Donna looks delightfully inviting. True to your preferences, she's wearing a white tube top that's only wide enough to cover the center of her perky breasts. She's showing both cleavage and underboob and seems totally comfortable. Her lower half is clad only in a denim miniskirt maybe eight inches long, showing off most of her thighs and her feet wear a cute pair of sandals. You're silent as you eye her up and down, consciously trying to keep a straight face and not openly drool like you're feeling at the moment. Upon closer inspection of her waist, you think you see thin, purple straps rise above the top of her skirt and follow her hips. You'd guess she's wearing a thong and the thought only makes your uncomfortable boner even harder.

Giving her what you hope is an open, easy smile, you reply, "Not at all babe. Just keeping myself familiar with Pumpkin Blast here." while patting the guitar affectionately. Musicians named their instruments, right? You think you heard that somewhere.

She seems to take this as a sign that it's OK to approach and moves to sit down next to you on the bed. There's not six inches of space between you and she's even leaning in a bit. The fembot was designed completely true to the show's actress and that includes her height. She's noticeably taller than your 5'6" at her lust inducing 5'10", but she doesn't seem to find the height difference the least bit off-putting. Her eyes wander appreciatively up and down your body and her face maintains that same smile while she brushes her hair behind one ear.

"Yeah, you and that guitar have been all over together, huh? Probably seen some wild times, I bet." she says.

"And some even wilder people." you state with a wink and smirk at her, trying to play up the 'roguish celebrity rock-star' persona. Might as well have some fun with the situation after all. This is kind of what you paid for.

She looks pleasantly shocked for a moment before blushing lightly and giving you a bashful look. "I can be wild." she says with a hint of challenge to her words.

You make a show of rolling your eyes like 'sure you are' and decide to verbally play with her a bit. "Mmm-hmm. I'm sorry, what was your name again?"

"Donna." she answers almost too quickly, like she's afraid of losing your attention. "Donna Pinciotti." She points to the front of the bus with a little less confidence than she'd shown a moment ago. "Don't you remember..." she trails off uncertainly.

Pretending to remember, you decide to test her programming. The company said their robosluts' memory and reason protocols were very malleable and would be able to rationalize any behavior or statement by their owner to fit into their worldview. Essentially they rolled with anything said and were super good at improvising the situation.

"Weren't you that chick that was offering to blow one of our stagehands to get backstage?"

Her blush turned deep and spread almost down to her chest, but she kept eye contact. "Well...yeah. I mean, the greatest band ever was playing and I wanted to meet them! I wasn't going to let anything stop me!" Her voice became a deep purr and her eyes half lidded, "Especially if it meant I might see you."

"And that was worth getting on your knees for?" you asked. She nodded. "Well, it was a good thing we were passing by at the moment, I guess."

Throwing your arms wide to indicate the bus and it's environs, you say in a showman voice, "Well Donna, you've managed to get on the tour bus of Strawberry Sexwax Orgy! How does it feel?"

She catches on and replies, "Like a dream come true! I even got to meet my favorite musician and the genius that makes Strawberry Sexwax Orgy so awesome!" She gestures to me in a presenting, 'ta-da' motion with both hands. "Not to mention being a total stud." she purrs.

Honestly, even if she's programmed to see you that way, having a tall, gorgeous hottie over a decade your junior call you a stud is a serious ego boost. You try to play surprised and humble. "What? Me? Babe, you've got the wrong guy. I'm just an artist. The ladies generally keep their distance and hang out with my bandmates."

Donna looks genuinely shocked. "Are you fucking kidding me? Do you have any clue how many barely legal girls would fuck your brains out at the drop of a hat? I don't know how you can walk down the street without fangirls tearing your pants off the instant they see you. As awesome as you are? Strawberry Sexwax Orgy would be nothing without you! Hell, rock-and-roll, no, MUSIC would be nothing without you!"

The over-the-top praise gets a smile out of you and Donna returns the smile with her own grin. "If any of my fans were half as hot as you, I might invite them backstage more often."

She looks pleased as she leans back on her elbows and shakes her hair to flow behind her head to resemble a waterfall of fire down to your covers. The pose arches her back and pushes her already straining top to even more stressful coverage as her beautiful rack swells towards you.

"So, what are you doing tonight? Writing some songs? Hanging out? Maybe getting wasted?" she asks with a flirtatious tone.

Figuring it was time to take this model for a test drive, literally, you say, "Well, since I write all the music and lyrics for the band, I'm always looking for fresh inspiration. You know our song 'The Cool Krewe Chills'?"

Her excitement is palpable, "Of course! That's only my favorite song ever!"

You decide to keep throwing out ridiculous titles to see how well her programming to adapt. Also because it was funny and you were getting turned on by her enthusiasm. "Better than 'Splish, Splash, Don't Get Burned'?" you ask.

"Aaauuugh!" she growls out good naturedly, facing the ceiling with a smile and closed eyes before turning back to you and grinning while looking at you again. "That one was so awesome too! I can't choose! They're all great!"

"I'm guessing you liked everything off our album 'Spread Like Margarine?" you continue.

"YES! It's all awesome!" she nearly shouts.

You're sporting nearly full wood in your pants right now and the only reason you're not fully hard is the jeans are a bit constricting. You want to play the scenario a bit further though before you plow the skank. "Wanna hear a secret?" you lean into her conspiratorially.

"What?" she asks in a hushed whisper, leaning toward you looking awed.

"'Splish, Splash' was inspired by this one time our manager and the singer brought a drunk girl up to our suite and spit-roasted her in the hot tub."

"Really?!" Donna's more excited than scandalized.

"Yup. Big-titted, blonde chick stripped down to a tiny green thong then jumped in the tub. She bent over and was taking it from both ends before she even got her hair wet."

"That slut!" Donna laughed.

"And 'Cool Krewe'?" you lead on.

Donna senses another raunchy story and you immediately have her attention again. "Yeah?"

You remember our old bass player from the beginning, Veronica and her sister Cheryl who sometimes played drums?"

"Yeah?" she answers. She looks rapt.

"Well, neither of them was very good, and they were bringing the band down with all of their demands and telling everyone how we should do things. It was a lot of stress, because if they thought they weren't getting enough attention, they'd trow tantrums and get super violent and angry."

"Ugh," Donna rolled her eyes in disgust. "those two were always bringing the show down."

"I know right? Well, even though they were sisters, they were not friends. They tried to backstab each other as often as they tried to hurt the rest of the band. So, one night after the gii-show," you nearly activate your fembot's performance memory loop, narrowly avoiding an awkward occurrence.

Yu pause, but shehe doesn't look like anything was off.

So,you continue, "Ronnie figures everything would be easier if her sister was gone and we'd be easier to manipulate. She managed to convince her sister to leave for a few hours and offered a deal. If we all supported her and kicked Cheryl out of the band, she'd take turns having sex with each of us at every stop. One of the others told her the band needed head as a down payment. She was on her knees so fast I was worried she might have hurt her self. But she did it. The rest of us talked, drank, smoked or just vegged while she shuffled around the room, sucking each of us off."

Donna's hands went over her mouth, "Oh. My. GOD!" she shouted.

Back to a whisper, "Did she...?"

"No messes." You answered. "She didn't let a drop go." Now she looked a little scandalized. "The next day Cheryl found out about it and offered the same deal. But she said she would't do just one guy a night. She would sleep with each of us at every new stop. One at a time or all at once, our call."

"THOSE SLUTS!" she exclaimed.

"Yep." you agreed. "So the same thing happened. Veronica didn't drop by that night because she figured her sister was as good as gone then, but while she was partying, we were up in the hotel room, Cheryl slurping a load out of each of us as many times as we could get it up. She fucked the manager, other drummer and singer that night."

"Holy..."

You shrugged, "Well, it made for some kickass songs." Picking up the guitar, you resume the clueless strumming, producing only noise.

"Huh," Donna says. "Sooo..." you weren't looking at her, but you do look at your crotch when you feel a firm, warm touch on your jeans-clad boner. Her pale, elegant hand is massaging your bulge. Looking at her, she smiles warm and flirtatiously. "If getting some slut to suck your dick is what it takes to inspire you..." she trails off. "I could help you write an entire album right now."

You're a little stunned. You kinda thought you had to make the first move and the fembot would follow your lead. Then again, considering you ordered a total groupie slut, it makes sense she would hit the gas fast. She sees your expression and opens her pink lips to stick out her tongue and wave it at you while wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

What now champ?