clubbing

V sniffed the coffee then bit her lip and shivered at the musky scent of the mens' cum. Especially Ben's cum. Her owner's cum at last! She insisted on watching all three of them jerk off into her coffee, but she almost came herself just from watching Ben's hot, thick semen shoot into the cup. She was programmed to find her registered owner extra attractive, and she outlined him with a big heart-shaped border in her HUD while she stared at his cock dreamily.

"If I poured coffee into my pussy, would you drink it?" she asked him as he handed her the coffee-semen mixture. Ben cocked an eyebrow at her as he zipped his pants up.

"As long as there's no cum in it," he said as he left. V followed him to the kitchen where the other two were talking.

"Who's on the clock tonight?" Ben asked.

"I still need to fix the computer in the lab," Brian said.

"Bruce, you know Mr. Asim better than the rest of us," Ben said.

"There's something I need to follow up on," Bruce explained, "Guess you're taking V to the club."

"We're going clubbing?!" V squealed with joy and jumped in Ben's arms to makeout.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" she said as she ran upstairs to her room, "I have so many bodies I want to try-"

"Anyway," Ben said, "As I was saying, I don't know the boss that well."

"Just be courteous and honest," Bruce said, "Whatever you do, do not oversell V's progress."

"Got it," Ben said as he went upstairs. V's door was wide open and he did a double take when he noticed was buck naked, flipping through different bodies like channels on a TV.

"I didn't think you were ready to take me on a date," she said without missing a beat and morphed in a completely different woman mid-sentence.

"It's not a date," he said, "We're presenting you to the boss.

"He knew he couldn't afford a Venus bot for himself so he hired you to steal me before my product line was for sale," she said, "For the record I know you aren't turning me into a assassin bot."

Ben couldn't think of a reply and threw up his hands in defeat.

"Hot damn!" V said as she settled on her body, "I would totally fuck me!"

A few hours later they were on the road heading downtown. V revelled in the vibrations from Trip's engine, travelling up the chassis into her pussy. Since Trip could drive himself remotely, Ben leaned bqck with his feet on the dashboard. V scooted closer and draped her arm across his, taking in every detail of his muscles. She knew they were cybernetic, but they were well sculpted.

"Need something?" Ben asked.

"Which club are we going to?" She asked.

"Impulse," Ben said, "It's owned by Mr. Asim. He's the most important person in the city's underground scene."

"You mean the criminal scene, dont you?" V asked.

"Well..." Ben shrugged as the pulled up to the club.

"Ok trip," Ben said, "keep moving but don't get far in case we need to get out of here fast."

"You got it," the car replied and opened the doors for them.

"Ok humans," V said with a smile, "Eyes on me."

She swung a long toned leg with a six inch heel out he door and sashayed onto the sidewalk as if she was on the runway. She had settled on a raven hair stunner with piercing green eyes and cherry red lips that were just shy of black. Her face tonight was a mix of features from Natalie Francesca, a porn actress who starred as a foxy bounty hunter in a popular sci fi trilogy, with finishing touches from Uma Saffron, an attractive reporter who was caught up in a scandal for having a threesome with her producer and the star of the interview. She blended their faces together seemlessly creating a wholly new woman's face as far as she knew had never existed before. It was probably the hottest face she had ever worn, so she saved it to memory and had every intention to use it again on a different body.

She had spent almost an hour molding her tits to perfection, and decided to go big or go home tonight with E cups. Underneath her dress, which no one would see (unless she got lucky tonight) she had chosen pierced nipples with a pair of dainty pearl barbells. Her torso had little excess muscle tone, but her jaw dropping hourglass figure was the very definition of feminine perfection, with a wide bust and even wider hips.

Deciding on what to "wear" tonight took the longest. Since she was an X-5, her chassis lacked any holoprojectors, so a holographic dress was out of the question for her unfortunately. It would be so fun to just to turn off her dress and be instantly naked. Transforming her synthskin to clothing and back took several seconds and if she wanted to get naked she would have to remove it the old fashioned way. But what a dress it was: metallic burgundy with miles of cleavage and completely backless. She wanted to go full red carpet style, but Ben reminded her it was just cocktails and clubbing tonight. So reluctantly she held back just a little bit.

Not enough that she didn't turn heads though. All of the heads. Yes, literally all eyes were on her as she walked up to the entrance. Men were turned on, and a couple of the women were, but most were green with envy.

"That's right, bow to your new robot overlords," V joked. Ben walked beside her and looped his arm through hers.

"Credit where it's due," Ben said, "You look ravishing tonight."

"Would you fuck me if I were human now?" V asked.

"All night long," Ben said as the two of them approached the bouncer who was staring at her very intently.

"Name's Ben Stennech," Ben said, "The boss is expecting me." The bouncer never took his eyes off V as he phoned ahead into the club. V hoped he would make things difficult for them so would get to bribe him with sex, but everything seemed to be in order.

"Come find me if you're off duty and bored tonight," V whispered to him in passing leaving him all red in the face. She loved her effect on humans.

"Hey Ben can I go find someone to fuck now?" She asked.

"Not so fast," Ben said, "Nobody comes to Impulse without meeting John at the bar. He's a friend of mine and gives me my drinks for free."

"I thought you said you haven't been here often," V said taking in all the sights. She could filter out the lights and music, but all the people were starting to overpower her sensors again.

There was a huge dance floor which she wanted to try out where hundreds of beautiful sexy people were moving. Above her in one of the balconies she spotted a man and women having sex right out in the open, which made her very excited for what tonight would bring.

"Hey John," Ben said when they reached the bar. V was expecting a human bartender, but John was an android. A much older generation than her, covered in chrome plating and gold highlights.

"Benjamin!" The android said and heartily shook his hand, "It's been years! Sit down! Sit!"

"So how do you know each other?" V asked.

"I pulled his chassis from a scrap heap and fixed him up," Ben said, "Then i got him a job here." V knew he really meant he sold him to the establishment, because robots can't hold jobs the same way humans can.

"I have a new brew in from Germany," John the android said to Ben, "I think you'll like it."

"Alright hit me," Ben said.

"And what about the lady, Ms...?"

"Just V is fine," she said, "V for vagina."

"Hahaha! You got a dirty mouth, Ms. V. I like you. You want a drink?"

"Give me the sweetest thing you have and then can you pour a bunch of sugar in it?" V asked.

John shrugged, a very human gesture, and got them their drinks, Ben's German lager and a mai tai. Ben took a sip and nodded in approval, but when looked over V had already downing her whole drink since she didn't need to breathe.

"Can I have another?" V asked as she clinked the glass on the countertop. The android looked at her quizzically.

"Sweet tooth," Ben said with a shrug.

"More like a tusk," John said as he went off to pour the same drink again.

Ben leaned over and said, "I know you can't get drunk, but you gotta try to keep up appearances. Everyone here thinks you're human."

V brought up a personality type of an inebriated slut and giggled like an airheaded bimbo.

"Hey Ben!" she giggled, "I'll flash ya if you show me yours!" She downed the second drink more slowly this time and lost interest in what the other two were saying. She wanted to watch the dance floor. She figured since everyone thought she was a drunken slut, it would be acceptable to get herself off. So she slowly fingered herself while watching the human dancers move and gyrate. Then she gasped and leaned forward excitedly.

A woman with unnaturally white skin and a man who was unnaturally black were dancing better than everyone else. It was Patrick and Julie, the two strippers from SEXPO. Hypnotized, she stood up and walked toward them without finishing her second drink.

"V?" Ben asked when he saw she wasn't there. "V?"