Engage Autopilot

Alex didn’t have sex with the flight crew the entire time they were in the air. No, after about twenty minutes, when the plane hit its cruising altitude, the copilot climbed out from between Alex’s legs and said, “engaging autopilot.”

The navigator pulled her breast from Alex’s mouth, while the pilot quickly leaned down, gave Alex a kiss on the lips, then climbed off of him, his erection sliding smoothly from her hot, wet, snatch.

A red light began to flash on the ceiling, then a panel opened up next to it, revealing an amazingly buxom robot woman, descending to him suspended by cables attached to ports in its back.

“What the hell is that?” Alex said, a little nervous.

“That’s the autopilot, silly,” Bill the pilot giggled, looking at a check list, “what do you think keeps us in the air the whole trip?”

As the robot got closer, Alex could see that it was covered in an artificial flesh. He could see the seams where it came together, under the arms, below the neck, knees, elbows. It’s face was blank, eyes black and unknowing. He felt his erection begin to fade. He didn’t want to have sex with this thing? It was too freaky!

“We’re losing altitude,” Harry, the copilot said, “Becky, did you turn on the autosensors?”

“Oops” Becky said, reaching above Alex’s body to the panel where the robot had descended from and flicking a switch, “my bad.”

Immediately the eyes of the robot lit up with a green light that seemed to bore into Alex’s head. He felt a momentary sense of weightlessness, then dizziness. When it passed, the robot looked different. It’s features had become less distinct, less focused.

“Excellent,” Harry said, “the autopilot is narrowing in on a vector.”

“Vector?” Alex asked, nervous.

“Obviously we want you to have the best flight possible, so our autopilot is designed to make your trip more pleasurable. More memorable. Nobody wants to fly with a chunky old robot, but what about with a Hollywood starlet? Or a fantasy you’ve been keeping secret? How about something taboo? Whatever happens, it’s between you and the autopilot.”

“So this thing read my mind, and now it’s going to…”

“That’s right,” Becky said, putting on some headphones and turning toward a control panel, “it, and you, are about to have some fun.”

Alex looked up at the autopilot and discovered that the navigator was right. Hanging above him, it no longer looked like a robot, but had transformed into…