Playing the Game

You're sexy.

Phil frowned. Despite being semi-hard, one hand gripping his cock, the response was a little boring, a little unexciting. Really, though, what was he to expect? It did exactly what he told it to do. It wasn't like it was some supercomputer with an amazing AI or anything.

With his free hand, he continued to type.

Tell me what you look like.

Five foot nine, one hundred and forty pounds, short brown hair, slight build, small nose, green eyes...

Stop. That's all wrong. Phil send the command, cutting off the prattled response. What's the point in playing this game if he's just chatting with a chick whose description could just as easily be a dude. He needed to fix things before this thing got fun.

You need to have long, blonde hair, big tits, puffy lips, and a thin waist. If you're going to be my girl, you'd better look right.

He hit 'send' and waited for the response.

Okay.

Disappointing.

Okay?

That's not sexy. That's boring!

You need to please me!

Send.

Okay.

"What kind of crap program is this?!" Phil was getting annoyed. He decided to give it one more chance.

I want you to really work at seducing me. Make me feel like I'm the only man in the world.

There, that should do it.

Okay.

"Fuck," Phil cursed, realizing that his investment in the phone was lost. The thing was just some stupid game that didn't even work right. He powered it down, threw it in a drawer, and moved on with his life.