Training: Day 1

"Okay I'm ready!" V said cartwheeling into the gym to show off her flexibility, but the two humans didn't even register.

"Don't everybody get up at once," she mumbled then started stretching out erotically on the mat. Obviously she didn't need to, but she was just trying to seduce the two human males. Then V heard a chime indicating Brian had established a remote connection between her and his laptop. She responded with a text message saying the link was successful then sent them a GIF of her winking and blowing a kiss at them.

"I can see the combat program," Ben said, "But it's empty."

"That's because it's just a framework," Brian explained, "Each artform and style is carried on a different module which we'll need to install..." Brian made the mistake of peeking over the screen and was drawn in by V's erotic yoga session.

"Hey, V!" Ben said, "We're trying to concentrate!"

"What? I'm just stretching!" she giggled.

Ben shook his head and Brian blinked back to attention.

"You were saying?" Ben asked.

"Installing each manual individually," Brian said and clicked the icon, "Get ready in case she decides to break the First Law again."

"Okay, V, this might feel a little wierd," Ben said then gently laid his hand on the EMP gun under the table, just in case. V suddenly went limp and fell onto the mat while her HUD lit up like a Christmas tree.

//uploading combat module\\

//100% complete\\

//surprised_wakeup.exe\\

After a few seconds V sat up and gasped.

"I know kung fu," she said.

"Show me," Ben said. V smiled and was just about to show off her knew skills by throwing hands with Ben but stopped her.

"Not me specifically," Ben said, "Over here." He led her to a another robot which was folded up against the wall. V bent over to inspect the other machine more closely, then it stood upright when Ben flicked a switch on the back of its neck. It was humanoid, but only in the most basic, rudimentary way, with a clear emphasis on function over aesthetics. Most of it was covered in soft black pads, with red targets on its head and chest, and, to V's disappointment, nothing anatomically correct below the waist.

"Since we know you can knock the wind out of Bruce," Ben explained, "We'll start on this training dummy."

"Hello, student," the training robot said with a tinny, artificial voice, "I will be your sensei today. Please select the difficulty of your training session from 1 to 10."

"ELEVEN!" V enthusiastically shouted.

"Uh, how about a 2 to start?" Ben said. V rolled her eyes and groaned but didn't argue.

"You have selected difficulty setting 2," the trainer explained the features of this setting then asked if V was ready to begin.

"Yeah let's go!" V said excitedly. The trainer tried to throw a punch but V saw the strike coming from a mile away and sidestepped it easily. She followed up with a kick right to the training bot's head.

Ben returned to Brian who was staring at the laptop, his brow furrowed and stroking his chin. Ben tried to stay professional while he watched V, but she made it hard as she was obviously putting on a show for him. While she wasn't being professional either, she never got hit, and she scored more often than not with every strike she returned in the trainer's direction.

"I don't know what you were so worried about the other day, she's kicking its ass," Ben said.

"Yeah at difficulty two," Brian said, "Have a look at this. You see how the moves are organized by type into five categories? Well, she's only using the very first move in each."

"Oh," Ben saw it now, "She's not innovating just like you said."

"At this difficulty, she doesn't really need to," Brian said, "But let's see what happens if we increase it by one."

The trainer's movements increased in speed and power, and it started mixing up it's moves, though not significantly so. The two men almost couldn't tell the difference between this and the previous setting, but V started to fall behind. She still thought this was about showing off her body to the men, so she wasn't paying attention when the trainer changed its routine and hit her with a strike she hadn't seen before. She took a hit right in the shoulder and yelped as she lost her footing, landing on the mat.

"OW!" she said rubbing her shoulder, "What is this, an S&M torture session?"

"Try again, V," Ben ordered. She hopped back to her feet and started again, trying to pay better attention to the trainer bot. It repeated the same attack that was just hit by aiming for her right shoulder. But instead of blocking to the right, she blocked up and the trainer hit her just like it had before.

"What's happening?" Bruce asked. He walked into the gym just as V stumbled backward into his arms and he caught her just in time before her head hit the floor.

"Oh!" she said, "Hey, Brucey!" She craned her head up to lick his balls through his pants.

"V got her ass handed to her by the trainer at difficulty three," Brian explained to Bruce.

"It didn't even hit her that hard," Ben said pointing at the screen, "And I didn't think there was that much of a difficulty spike."

"Well fuck me," Bruce said.

"Don't mind if I do," V said and tried to unzip him, but he gently swatted her hand away.

"So she isn't ready yet?" Bruce asked, "Well we better think of something because Mr. Asim wants to see her tonight."

"Tonight?" Brian asked, "That's insane!"

"Can you buy us some time?" Ben asked.

"I can maybe to ask Kate to do that?" Bruce said.

"So much for getting paid soon," Brian groaned while tilting back in his chair. Just then Ben had a lightbulb moment and thought back to the convention.

"She can copy new dance moves almost flawlessly," he thought, "I wonder... hey, V?"

"Yes sir," she asked sadly since she wasn't sucking Bruce's cock.

"Why don't you get back out there and dance for us?" he asked. V smiled from ear to ear and couldn't wait to dance for them.

"What kind of dance, sir?" she asked as she skipped giddily back onto the mat.

"Improvise," Ben said.

Instantly V transformed into a blonde and her workout clothes into a tight, smoking hot burlesque costume. Her sports bra morphed into a black leather corset, her yoga pants into fishnet stockings and a garter belt, and a pair of spikes emerged from her feet turning them into four inch high heels. Finally slicked back her artificial hair while pushing her boobs out towards the men and seemed to pull a black cap out of nowhere. She gingerly placed it on her head and ran her finger along the brim.

"This is for you, Benjamin," she said in a thick Brooklyn accent and tipped her hat to him. Ben said nothing but pulled up and appropriately sleazy jazz tune for her.

_It's about time, _V grabbed a chair from the corner to use as a prop, laid down on it backward and hung upside down with her huge tits pointed right at the men. It felt so good to finally fulfill her prime directive, to be sexy for her owner and master. After denying her advances for several days, she was so happy that he asked her to put on a dance for him. Ben's car had been a novel sexual experience for her, but Trip admitted it, or he, didn't get much pleasure out of sex per-se, but he liked humanoids drooling over him. Brian wasn't very nice to her, not that that was a deal breaker. Bruce was a lot of fun too, but he wasn't her registered owner. It felt so right to finally give her body back to the one it belonged to, even if it was just a strip tease.

For his part, Ben didn't actually want to look away. The sexbot, his sexbot, probably took him for a stuck up prude this whole time, he thought. The other two were definitely enjoying the show, but she was doing it just for him, she had said. She never broke heavy eye-contact with him as she twisted and turned around the stair with exaggerated, high steps which did miracles with her long legs. He knew her programming made her want to serve and please him, so he let himself enjoy watching her.

That said, there was a point to all of this.

"Brian," he whispered, "What do you see?"

"A blonde dame with legs for days and a pair of double-dees," Brian said.

"Not her, the screen!" Ben hissed.

"Oh," Briand looked down, "Well this doesn't appear to be a pre-written routine."

"So she's making it up as she goes?" Ben asked.

"Not entirely, but it... she... isn't adhering to script as rigidly as she was before," he explain, "She is innovating this time."

"Where is she drawing the scripts and information from?" Ben asked.

"Her OS appears to be recalling data taken originally from her mirror protocols," Brian said.

"I knew it," Ben said as the song wound down and V draped one of her shapely legs over the arm of the chair.

"Was that good?" V asked.

"Excellent, V!" Ben said, "I think we've found our workaround."

"There's a catch," Brian said, "Her mirror protocols and learning matrix need positive reinforcement from her euphoria circuits."

"What about my circuits?" V asked. Ben explained his idea to the whole crew. Bruce would teach V martial arts the old fashioned way while she followed along with her mirror protocols and the combat program running simultaneously. Brian would observe and provide programming assistance as needed, hopefully without activating a particular security feature. Afterwards, if she learned the techniques they would reward her with sex.

"Hmmm, make it a blowbang and we have a deal," V said, "All three of you." Brian and Bruce looked at Ben since he was the one most likely to refuse.

"That's... fair," he said, "This is a team effort after all."

"We will honor your sacrifice, Ben," Bruce said dripping with sarcasm and joined V on the mat.