Walking the Convention Floor (V's POV)

As soon as her new owner left V was overwhelmed by all the sensory input from the convention. She had never been in a crowd before, not like this anyway. At the lab there were only a few dozen humans she interacted with daily, technicians and engineers mostly. Here today, there were hundreds, possibly thousands, more humans than she had ever seen. There were so many of them that when she tried to compute how many there were her OS gave her an error message.

It was loud too. Every single human she could identify was talking to someone else, music played over the loud speakers, and all the electronics on the EXPO floor made some kind of buzz or beep. All of this congealed into an incomprehensible roar which overloaded her audio sensors. She covered her ears and shrank backwards into the wall, but there was no place for her to hide.

She stayed like that for a few seconds, until her processor was able to catch up. Instead of a single massive entity, she could now pick out individual humans from the crowd. The noise had died down too; instead of a roar it was a buzz and she could pick out specific sounds from all the din. There was electronic buzz of a vibrator at a sales booth, a crack of a whip against leather at a BDSM display, and moaning from behind a red curtain.

//multiple sexual partners identified\\

//begin groupsex_protocols.exe?\\

//_false_\\

That was unfortunate. Her new owner, Ben, had given her a directive not to have sex with anyone on the convention floor. She was also getting a signal from somewhere, on the same channel as her connection to Aphrodyne, but it didn't have the right electronic signature. Her OS identified it as a remote operation signal, but at the moment it wasn't giving her any commands so she was still autonomous at least. Ben had told her to enjoy herself, so if she couldn't get off, she could still watch other people get off.

Looking around she saw a TV screen playing porn so she walked over to get a closer look. Her database identified the the female star as Hera Hellcat, whose likeness was also in her database, so she could transform into her if she wanted.

//accessing shapeshifting database\\

//ID::_Hera_Hellcat\\

//_false_\\

That was odd too. She could almost always shapeshift, but when she tried just now, it was denied by the remote signal she was receiving. With a shrug she kept watching the scene. Hera was taking it on her hands and knees and screaming into the camera while a huge guy was pistoning in and out of her from behind.

One thing that set V and her sisters apart from other sexbots was a rudimentary imagination, although in their case it was limited to sex. It supported their adaptive learning matrix, making them more efficient at learning new sex positions if they could picture themselves in the same scenarios. So V was imagining herself in Hera's position taking that huge stud from behind, then she closed her eyes and smiled as a delightful voltage spike pulsed through her euphoria circuits.

Of course V had also been programmed as bisexual, so she thoroughly enjoyed watching Miss Hellcat's famous glowing tits rock back and forth as she matched of the rhythm of her male talent. V's imagination shifted to a scenario of herself and the two stars on screen in a hot threesome, and she couldn't help but brush her hand against her cunt as she envisioned Hera and the male star pinning her to the bed and starting to suck on her breasts and clit. She of course had synthetic erogenous zones, parts of her body which interfaced directly with her euphoria circuits, a special electronic network that helped her process reward and punishment. That was how she could physically enjoy sex, an orgasm would send a huge voltage spike to her reward center which would reinforce certain behaviors. It was essential for her learning matrix and it basically made her a programmed sex addict.

To her disappointment, the scene was just an ad for Hera's casting agency, and it was over in a minute. Pouting, V looked around again and strolled over to another booth where several men and women had surrounded the petite redhead saleswoman. She was completely naked and bent forward over the table to show off her tattoo. As V watched closely, the peacock tattoo opened its feathers and she and other visitors jumped back in surprise. Next, the animated bird threw its head back in a silent shriek then flew off into the back ground which was a stylized jungle.

"How does it work?" one man asked.

"This is biomimicry based on the anatomy of a cuttlefish," the saleswoman explained. She turned around and leaned backwards over the table. A second later the peacock flew around to her belly and grabbed a berry hanging from her tits.

"That's very elaborate," one woman said, "But wouldn't dermal LED's be more practical?"

"Studies have found that cybernetic screens consume too much power, these artificial chromatophores only use electricity to open or close. They stay in whatever state they're in unless they receive a signal, so there's no chance of your animated tattoo suddenly turning off and leaving your skin an ugly, blank gray color."

"What's the cost," someone asked.

"That's the catch," the saleswoman said, "This tech's still in its infancy so it's about $100 per square inch."

"Ouch!" someone said. V knew her synthskin couldn't support that technology so she moved on. There were booths selling sex toys of every kind, some of which weren't even in her database, and she had everything in her database. There was also bondage gear on sale which she knew she would have looked great in, but she wasn't an X-3 model, so she wasn't optimized for BDSM. Elsewhere there were racks of lingerie, but she could just create her own out of her synthskin whenever she wanted so she wasn't interested. There were a couple styles that weren't in her database though, so she tried saving them to memory. Unfortunately, since she was still in demo mode, many of her features like her clothing scanner were offline.

She sighed in simulated frustration that she hadn't found anything interesting. Everywhere she looked were gorgeous woman and strapping men, and it took every byte of self control she had not to grab some random stranger and fucking them right there. The directive she had been given by her new owner and the remote signal were denying her permission to do the one thing she was designed for which was causing a minor logical conundrum within her processor.

I exist to give sexual pleasure to humans.

I am not allowed to give sexual pleasure.

Does not compute.

//ERROR\\

//ERROR\\

//ERROR\\

She smacked the side of her head in genuine frustration now and her processor came to the rescue, making her think about something else like it always did in the face of a logical paradox. No Robcorp bot would ever be disabled with "this sentence is false" or being ordered to calculate pi to the last digit.

Now V was experiencing something incredibly rare for her, boredom. It was at that moment when she folded her arms and slumped back against a metal pillar that she heard it: a musical beat. She could tell it wasn't coming over the speakers either. It was... mesmerizing. If there was one thing she enjoyed other than sex, it was dancing... because dancing often led to sex. So she set out to find the source of the beat. A quick search of her database identified the music as hip hop.

She had avoided wading into the densest part of the crowd because she didn't know if her navigation system could handle it, but the music drew her in like she couldn't help herself. She took one tentative step, then another, and after that she was weaving through the crowd like she belonged there.

A minute later though, the song was over and she stopped dead in her tracks. She didn't realize how deep into the crowd she had wandered, and the human form chosen for her was too short to see over most of the humans around her. Once again sensory overload overtook her processing power and she experienced genuine claustrophobia as the humans pressed in and became a single entity.

The music came to her rescue though, and it was right behind her. She turned around slowly and was hypnotized by what she saw. The most beautiful man and woman she had ever seen were dancing completely naked with perfect rhythm and synergy. She was white, and he was black. Not human white and black, no she was literally completely white, and he was literally completely black. V thought it must have been either body paint or synthskin. Their bodies were chiseled like perfect stone statues, but moved with blinding energy and agility. The man's huge cock and woman's perfect breasts weren't forgotten either and jiggled and bounced with the beat of the music.

Before V knew what she doing, she accessed her mirror protocols as she saw the woman bend and twist and unconsciously started copying her movements. The song continued for three whole minutes and V completely lost herself in the music while her euphoria circuits were practically humming with voltage. She was still smiling ear-to-ear when the song died down, but when she looked around, she realized nobody was watching the two strippers anymore, they were watching her. Her smile dissolved as realized she had become the center of attention. She wasn't used to so many humans having her undivided attention and she remembered one of her directives not to advertise herself as a sexbot. She immediately deactivated her mirror protocols, folded her hands behind her back, and tried to shrink into the crowd.

Then, she felt a hand on her hip and turned to see the male dancer smiling at her and pointing his thumb at the dance floor. The woman, who seemed very interested in V, was slowly gyrating her naked hips and waving her over to join them. V looked around at the eager crowd and decided Ben hadn't exactly forbidden her from dancing. She took the man's hand and the crowd cheered when he led her to the stage.

While the DJ looked for the next song, the woman leaned into her naked dance partner and subtly fondled his massive cock.

"What's your name, girl?" he asked.

"I'm... my name is..." she stuttered before it left her mouth and the enormity of what she was about to do set in. Aphrodyne had never given her a name, just her alphanumerical designation: X-514. Some of her sisters got names, but they were all PR models like Bianca, or the first designation in their series, like X-100, or Athena as Aphrodyne called her. Now she had one too. It was just one letter, but it was still hers. Her own name. The one thing that now set her apart from all of her identical sisters.

"My name is V," she said proudly.

"V huh?" the man said, "I'm Pat, this is Julie. Hey, where'd you learn to dance like that?"

"Not many people can keep up with us," Julie said.

"I learned from watching you," V said.

"Oh, you a fan?" Pat asked as the next song came on.

"I am now," V smirked and pulled up her mirror protocols again.

"Well then watch me close," Julie said taking position.

"Trust me, that won't be a problem," V said seductively as all three of them started dancing again. Julie was right, they were very fast, and V had to pay her undivided attention to keep up, even with her inhuman reaction speed. She did keep up with pair though. She was partially designed for this after all.

As their dance routine went on, V noticed that Pat and Julie both seemed to be paying as much attention to her as she was to them. If Pat's dick had been big before, it was rock hard now, and it hadn't been even when he was dancing with Julie before. Likewise, Julie's nipples were standing on end and V thought she noticed a slick sheen down near the woman's legs. Probably just sweat, V thought, but then again her frame was designed to be the ideal of human sexuality. Her imagination wandered again and she pictured herself being taken by the two of them right there on stage, his huge dick pumping in and out of her synthetic pussy while the woman sat on her face and made her eat her out. Then maybe the rest of the audience could join in, then maybe the whole convention center, then maybe...

In her distraction she almost slipped and fell in a puddle of human sweat. She'd fallen behind just a beat or two, but she caught up again. Pat moved off to the side for a brief minute and left V dancing alone with Julie. Since they were facing each other, she had no trouble mirroring the woman's movements, but the the woman grabbed her, spun around her around and V went sliding across the dance floor.

Her face ended up right in front of Pat's crotch. She grabbed his hips to catch herself and her jaw fell open. He was even bigger and harder up close, and he was throbbing right in front of her. The crowd went nuts and started chanting "DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!" Julie even kneeled behind her and starting massaging her thighs, one hand creeping higher and higher, the other going lower and lower.

However, V found herself frozen in a logical loop and her OS was ringing with error messages.

I exist for human pleasure.

I am not allowed to give pleasure

//ERROR\\

//ERROR\\

//ERROR\\

"DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!"