Free Orgasmatron by Brynn Paulin Page B

be a bit freaked out. She scooped up the instruction manual and plopped down on the couch, with a wince, to read up on her new toy. He’d paddled her ass but good last night. And when he’d held her down…
    Wow! He made her breathless.
    Apparently, he not only had scenario modes, but she could adjust his settings. He had a long, multiple oh-oh- oh ! setting she’d have to work her way up to.
    Whoever had designed Friday was versed in female fantasy. The bot could be a sheik, a cop, a headmaster and a cowboy, among other things. He had a mode called slow romance, the BDSM setting she’d already tried, and a rough sex function she wanted to try. There was also one called Backdoor Man that made her a little afraid—she would not be trying function ten any time soon.
    She flipped through the pages. The bot turned on with the voice command, “On Man Friday.” Strange, that wasn’t what had prompted his response last night.
    “Narcissistic,” she tried.
    Nothing.
    “On Man Friday.”
    His eyes popped open, and his gaze fastened on her. “How may I serve you?” he asked.

    “Off Man Friday,” she ordered.
    His eyes closed, and his chin lowered as he shut down once more.
    The perfect man , she thought with a grin. First things first, she had to clean her toy before more play. She should have last night but he’d worn her out. The box had a special cleaner in it, and following the directions in the manual, she turned on the toy then instructed him to undress—which he did with the titillation of a professional stripper. Holding her gaze, he pulled away his shirt then slipped off his jeans. She wanted to jump him then and there.
    Safety first , she reminded herself.
    After shutting him off again, she quickly wiped him down while she examined how he’d been put together. Other than the mouth that didn’t appear to go anywhere and a marked lack of hair except on his head, Friday could pass for a real man. He had no seams, skin that felt utterly real and all the requisite parts.
    For that exact reason, she couldn’t leave him in the living room. She might have company someday.
    “On Man Friday.”
    “How may I serve you?” he asked.
    Prysm referenced the page in the manual for moving the bot. “Follow.” She walked into her bedroom. Friday moved silently on her heels.
    According to the book, he could learn. She decided to try it out. “Remember Man Friday.
    Bedroom.”
    He looked around as if scanning the location into his memory banks. “Remembered.”
    “Follow,” she said again and walked back to the living room. “Remember Man Friday.
    Living room.”
    Again, he looked around. “Remembered.”
    “Man Friday, go to the bedroom,” she ordered. Immediately, the bot turned and headed into her room. When she followed, he was standing in the middle of the area. Amazing. It was probably basic robotics, but she thought it was pretty cool.
    But she didn’t want to play “program Friday” all day. She wanted more of his true function. “Off Man Friday,” she told it.
    As soon as he shut off, she removed her robe and tossed it into the chair in the corner of her room. Naked, she climbed back on her bed with the manual. Her only question was what mode she’d go with. She closed her eyes and pointed at the page, deciding to do whatever her finger landed on.
    “Oh hell no,” she muttered when she opened her eyes. Trying again, dropped her finger once more. She smiled. “Much better.”
    “How may I serve you?” he asked.
    Wait a second… Was her Man Friday malfunctioning? Nah. Maybe “Much better” had come out sounding like “Man Friday”.
    “Option thirteen,” she said.
    “Very good.” His bland expression hardened. “Get up against the wall and put your hands where I can see them.”
    Mmm…she loved the idea of a naughty cop. Eagerly, she leapt from the bed and went to the wall next to the door. She placed her palms on the wall.
    “Feet apart,” he commanded.
    She moaned as she complied.