The Adventures of Robohooker

As the first
Robohooker
or artificial hooker I have been instructed to keep a log of my train
ing and experiences so that my knowledge
may be used to inform future
Robohookers
. We have been invented so that human women will no longer have to demean themselves by having to offer their bodies for monetary reward.
Our existence will also lessen the effect of sexually transmitted  diseases. Despite this m
any human
s
ex workers
have complained that we will be taking bread from their mouths, but the government has promised to retrain these women and offer them jobs as librarians
’ assistants, a very worthwhile and fulfilling career
.

My training as a
Robohooker
began
recently
.
My tutor is
Fifi
Fontainbleu,
al
though this is not her real name.
Her real name
is Ma
r
tha
Talbot
, but it
is
usual to adopt an
appropriate
alias whe
n one takes up
hookering
as a
profession.
She tells me a hooker
’s
name should imply
sexuality
as well as be memorable, hence the alliteration.
I am to be known as Andi
Allure
, which may be attribut
able
to the fact that
I am an android and my name was selected b
y my creator
,
Professor Jim Frankenstone
,
and he is not very creative, though undoubtedly a scientific genius.
I am currently still a virgin but Professor Frankenstone has insisted on being the first to have sex fun with me once I am trained as a slut. As he is the head of the
lab
where I was created, no one has argued with him.

Ms Fontainbleu is a small blonde woman in her early 40s and to see her one would not believe that she had once sucked off 28 men in an afternoon though, as she says, that was when she was in her prime. She will train me in
hookering
in the small classroom that has been set up in the giant
Robohooker
lab complex.

My base programming is already i
n place as I am derived from International Robotic Corporation’s
domestic maid android, model
K
Z88
, though I am immeasurably more attractive. I have
long
red hair, a pretty face, a big bust, narrow waist and long legs.  These attributes are thought to be highly desired by the human males I will be servicing.
Much of the specialised programming required for domestic service has been removed from my data
banks to allow space for my hooker
programming. This means that I am unable to boil an egg, but Fifi tells me this is not a major problem as s
he have never been expected to cook for
her clients at any time in her 25 years of
hookering
. She is an accomplished hooker and was Strumpet of the Year in 2002 as well as placing third in the Miss Trollop competition of 2005.  Professor Frankenstone tells me she is the ideal tutor to give me the on-the-job training I will need to supplement my pre-programming on human sexuality.

Her first lesson began with the words, “You must have on
ly one goal in your work, Andi
, to ma
ke men spunk
.
Getting that hot jizz out of a man’s balls must be the be-all and end
-all of your existence as a hooker
.
”

This accorded
wi
th my programming. My function wa
s to give men a
climax, but I was still a little confused.

“But I understand that men are capable of giving themselves an orgasm by manual manipulation. Why would they pay me to give them one instead?”

“Because the ones you give them are much better than they ones they get when they jerk themselves off, you silly.”

“In what way
are they better?  A
re all climaxes not the same and only vary in intensity?”

“It’s just a given that sex with other people is better than sex with yourself.”

“But an individual would know what
particularly
pleases them, whereas another party might not.”

“You’re just going to have to take my word on this one,
Andi
.
Men would rather have sex with you than jerk off, just accept that.”

I had no further argument as I found humans to be confusing creatures, lacking in logic, so I merely nodded in acceptance of her dictum.

“Now,” she continued, “You have four basic ways of getting a man to spunk. Manually, orally, vaginally and anally.”

“Hand job, blow job, pussy and ass, in the colloquial,” I said.

“Very good,” Fifi congratulated. “And which do you think will be the most popular
item you can offer
?”

I did not have the informat
ion in my databanks which
meant I had to evaluate. It seemed that
as the vagina was the orifice best designed for intercourse
, it would be the most desirable, which is the answer I gave to my tutor.

“Wrong, wrong, wrong. Oral and anal for you, because you’re special,
Andi
.”

“How so? I am made to simulate a normal human female.”

“But you don’t breathe so you won’t choke when you’re sucking a guy off and you don’t shit so there’s no chance of you getting poo on a guy’s pecker. Plus, you can vary the tightness of all your sphincters, so that ass is going to get a lot of pounding.”

“Is the tightness of the ass an
important feature?”

“Oh, yes indeed, that’s it
s major attraction. Well, that and the fact that butt fucking is extra naughty.”

“Naughty? Is that important
too
?”

“Very important. Naughtiness is the basis of a lot of sexuality. Men love being naughty.”

“Naughtiness means badly behaved and so I do not see the connection
with sexuality
.”

“Works fine if you put the bad behaviour onto
the concept of
morality,” Fifi explained.

“I understand. You are a very good teacher, Fifi, and I think I will learn a lot from you.”

The phone rang and Ms Fontainbleu answered it.  I heard her say, “No, Jimmy, you can’t fuck her yet. Because I’ve only just started training her is why.”

There was a pause as she listened to
one I supposed to be
Professor Frankenstone, then, “Of course she has to be trained, she’s a goddam virgin
, she doesn’t know anything
. Yes her training will involve fucking, that’s what she’s designed for. I know you want to fuck her first, but only once she’s trained. It’s Catch-22 , baby.”

She suddenly slammed the phone down. “Damn! He’s pulled rank on me.”

I was unfamiliar with the term. “What do you mean, Fifi?”

“He’s the boss and what he says, goes. And what he says is he wants to fuck you before anybody else has laid a finger on you.”

“Is this a bad thing?
All my
body
parts have been thoroughly tested and are fully functional.”

“Oh, physically you’re fine, honey, but selling pussy isn’t just a matter of you lying on your back.
”

“
I have been pre-programmed with the basics and
I am sure I am capable of giving Professor Frankenstone good sex fun.”

“
I’m certain you could, but that’s not my problem. I take pride in my work and girls trained by me should be the best hookers in the world, even artificial ones.
Damn that man’s ego.
It would serve him right if you gave him the lousiest screw he ever had.”

“But I am not programmed to do sex fun badly.  Satisfying my client
s
is high on my list of priorities.”

“Yes, sweetie, but we must give Jimmy Frankenstone bad sex for interfering in your training, do you understand that?
We have to bring the arrogant bastard down a peg or two.
”

She sat back
in her chair and stroked her chin,
seemingly deep in thought. I knew that it would be rude to interrupt this display of human creative thought, so I stayed silent.

Finally, she said, “Can you have an orgasm,
Andi
?”

“I am programmed to respond to certain stimuli and regard them as pleasant,” I explained,  “Enough of these and I reach a peak of pleasure and that could be regarded as an orgasm.”

“And can you fake it?”

“I do not understand.”

“If a man’s attentions were not adequate to arouse you
, could you pretend to have an orgasm?”

“Undoubtedly, I know all the symptoms. The noises, the physical movements, it would be simple.”

“I think that might
do it, put Jimmy Frankenstone in his place, if you gave him a very obvious faked orgasm. Then he might see the value of proper slut training.
Or then again, he’s so dim he’d probably think it was a genuine come. Maybe something more physical is required.
”

Ms Fontainbleu was a very devious woman as I was about to discover. She gave me detailed instructions in how to behave and then had me dress down for my encounter with my creator. My hair was tied back, my make-up washed off and my body was covered in a workman’s shapeless overalls.
She also
had me do 10,000 sit
ups,
after asking me how long my energy cells could last,
thou
gh she never explained the purpose of this.

The effect made the Professor jump up
from b
ehind his desk
when I appeared in his office.
A man in his 50s and overweight, the effect was not impressive.