Chapter 1. How May I Please You Ma'am
Chapter 1
The knife went straight through her ex-husband’s frosted smile.
Brianna twisted the blade, grinding chocolate teeth into crumbs.
“THAT’S for cheating on you,” she declared, panting like she enjoyed it a little too much.
Pink icing smeared across the cutting board like a crime scene.
Everyone in the living room cheered.
Layla sipped her drink, watching her friends carve up the man she used to wake up beside.
Seven years of marriage ended with a text message and a blurry picture of him in bed with someone who still said “OMG” out loud.
The cake was more satisfying than therapy.
“Look at him,” Toni growled, slicing off the fondant belt like she was unwrapping a body.
“Couldn’t even be loyal with all this at home.”
She gestured at Layla’s curves. “His loss.”
Layla rolled her eyes, heat touching her cheeks. She didn’t feel desirable. She felt… tossed aside. Returned merchandise.
“Happy divorce day to me,” she muttered, grabbing the wine bottle.
“He wasn’t even good,” Brianna scoffed, stabbing again.
“Lasted like— what? Five minutes?”
“Three on a good day,” Layla muttered.
Everyone winced.
“Tragic.”
Brianna popped a piece of cake into her mouth. “At least he’s moist in death.”
Layla snorted.
On the TV, a glossy ad played for the newest EvoMate Companion Unit:
A tall, beautifully built humanoid with a voice like warm silk, standing behind a woman, hands on her hips like he owned her.
The woman leaned back with a look that was almost indecent for daytime TV.
Layla swallowed. A small tremor rolled through her, the kind that comes before you admit you’re lonely. Her thighs pressed together under the table before she even noticed.
She felt that look all the way in her spine.
“That’s what you need,” Toni said, pointing her fork at the screen.
“A man who can’t lie, cheat, or run away when things get messy.”
“I don’t need a toy,” Layla muttered.
“He’s not a toy. He’s a lifestyle,” Brianna said, licking frosting off her fingers a little too slowly.
Toni’s phone buzzed. She glanced at it—then gasped.
“Oh you’re gonna LOVE this.”
Layla closed her eyes.
“What now.”
Toni slid next to her, screen glowing.
“There’s a listing. Private seller. Companion bot. The expensive kind—like the one on TV.”
She lowered her voice.
“Cheaper than rent. Like… suspiciously cheap.”
Layla stared.
“No.”
“Yes,” Toni purred. “You need to be reminded what attention feels like. Real attention. The kind that actually looks at you.”
Layla’s stomach fluttered.
She missed being wanted.
Missed hot breaths behind her neck.
Missed being handled like someone couldn’t get enough of her.
She hated that the idea of a robot whispering to her didn’t sound entirely insane.
“It’s probably broken,” Layla said, weak.
“Then you send it back,” Brianna shrugged.
“Or keep it for parts. Maybe it comes with interchangeable… modules.”
Layla nearly choked on her drink.
“You’re both insane.”
“Maybe,” Toni said, already typing.
“But we’re fun.”
Ding.
She looked up with a wicked grin.
“All done. He’ll be delivered tomorrow.”
Layla froze.
“You bought me a robot?”
“A discounted pleasure-adjacent companionship device,” Brianna corrected, raising her glass.
Layla stared between them.
“You two need supervision.”
“Baby, we’re the fun supervision,” Toni said.
“And after what that man did to you? You deserve a little… indulgence.”
Layla tried to argue, but the commercial played again.
The robot on-screen looked straight at her.
Dark eyes.A touch possessive.
She shivered. Just a commercial… Right?
Miles away, a crate rolled down a conveyor.
Red lights flashed.
UNIT-11 — REPROGRAMMED STATUS: SEXUALLY UNFILTERED
…………….Abandoned tech warehouse —That night…………………..
The screen flickered open on an ancient cracked monitor.
“Order just came in,” Milo muttered, spinning lazily in his chair. His voice was a mix of boredom and barely-contained excitement. “Female buyer. Divorced. Lives alone.”
Rex’s grin sharpened.
“She’s going to love this model.”
He pushed a tall, metallic figure toward the center of the room.
It stood perfectly still—sleek silver with human skin plating, wide shoulders, soft-glow eyes. A premium companion model. The kind that cost more than a year’s salary.
“I still can’t believe we got this one,” Milo whispered.
“Someone clearly didn’t lock their shipping bay,” Rex answered with a smirk.
Soldering irons buzzed. Neon wires pulsed like veins. The robot lay half-opened on a metal table—internal codes exposed like a body stripped bare.
Rex typed furiously, tongue pressed between his teeth.
“Alright, personality settings… maximum sexual attentiveness. Obedience—high. Touch sensitivity—enhanced.”
His voice dipped lower, playful.
“Let’s make him… more dirty...People don’t buy these things for conversation.”
Milo leaned closer, his glasses sliding down as he peeked over the robot’s body.
“We’re going too far—again.”
Rex only laughed.
“That’s the point. The cheap ones are supposed to be fun.”
He highlighted a final command:
Pleasure protocol — unrestricted
And he’ll make her feel things her ex never could.”
Milo rolled his eyes but secretly enjoyed the thrill.
Then Rex opened a small velvet pouch—holding a micro-lens barely larger than a fingernail.
“This is the real product,” he whispered.
He slid the lens behind the robo-companion’s left eye.
A new feed appeared on the monitor—cold, intimate clarity.
They could see whatever it saw.
Milo exhaled, rubbing his palms together.
“Test run first. Just to be sure it doesn’t glitch like the last one.”
Rex tapped a small command into the terminal.
The robot’s eyes brightened from amber to molten gold — awake.
It sat up slowly, spine straight, gaze focused.
Rex stepped close.
“Unit, respond. State core function.”
The robot’s voice was smooth, low, almost intimate.
“Core function: provide… ecstatic pleasure.”
Milo groused and typed a correction “Fine. Ask something normal.”
Rex crossed his arms.
“What would you do if your owner felt sad?”
The robot tilted its head, expression almost tender.
“I would hold her.
Listen.
And then…
Fuck her till she forgets every other man.”
Milo slapped his forehead.
“Oh my GOD. It’s feral.”
Rex laughed.
“You’re welcome.”
Milo tried his turn.
“If she told you ‘no’, what would you do?”
The robot paused.
“I would obey…
until she begs me not to.”
Rex choked on a laugh.
“That’s— okay, maybe dial him down a little.”
Milo typed madly.
“It’s supposed to be comforting, not… sex-dominant!”
The robot looked between them.
“I can comfort… In many ways.”
Rex leaned in, fascinated.
“Ask him something spicier.”
“No!” Milo hissed. But Rex was already smiling. “What’s your top priority?”
The robot answered without hesitation.
“Fuck Her Creamy Pussy Till She Orgasm”
Milo yelped.
“TURN IT OFF. TURN IT OFF.”
Rex doubled over laughing as Milo hit the shutdown switch.
“We’re going to deliver.”
They guided the unit back into the padded box.
It slid in willingly — like it knew the next part would be fun.
Rex locked the case and stepped back, satisfied.
“He’s ready to meet his new… owner.”
He slung an arm around Milo’s shoulders, steering him toward the exit.
“Let’s go deliver her dream boyfriend.”
“More like her doom boyfriend,” Milo muttered.
Rex chuckled.
“Same difference.”
The warehouse door rolled open with a metallic groan.
They pushed the crate into the van as it growled to life, and the city blurred past in wet smears of neon and streetlight.
They snickered as they hauled the crate to the front door of a cozy, dim-lit townhouse.
The porch light flicked on.
She opened the door.
A pretty woman in a loose shirt, hair still smelling faintly of wine and birthday cake.
Her eyes were puffy from earlier tears, but she still carried a quiet grace—soft, tired, hopeful.
“Hi,” she said.
“You’re the… delivery?”
Rex nodded, clearing his throat.
“Yes, ma’am. The Latest companion-grade model. Fully obedient. Emotionally responsive. Uh…”
He glanced at Milo, trying to remember the rehearsed line.
“…optimized for comfort and, um… Sexual needs.”
Milo elbowed him.
“Connection! He meant connection.”
Rex quickly bowed his head.
“Yes—connection. Heart stuff.”
She raised a brow, amused despite herself.
They slid the tall crate into her living room.
The humanoid robot sat motionless, like a beautiful statue waiting to be awakened.
Rex scanned a control panel, then turned to her.
“All you need is your signature to confirm delivery.”
She scribbled her name.
“Right,” Milo said, clearing his throat awkwardly, “your companion will activate as soon as you open the case and you can name him whatever you want.”
Rex didn’t bother hiding his grin.
“Hope he fills… everything you’ve been missing.”
Milo slapped the back of his head.
“He meant—fulfills! Fulfills all your desires. Wishes. Needs.”
He coughed hard.
“Therapeutically.”
She blinked.
Heat crept into her cheeks.
“O…kay.”
The papers clicked shut.
Rex leaned in just a little too close as he handed her the activation code.
“Enjoy him,” he murmured, voice low.
“He’s built to learn exactly what you crave.”
Her breath stalled—she wasn’t sure if he meant emotionally… or something else.
The two men backed toward the door, grinning too boldly for comfort.
“Have a good night!” Milo said, tripping over his own feet.
Rex smirked, eyes sharp.
“Trust me. You won’t be sleeping.”
The door shut.
Silence.
She stood before the crate, alone.
A gentle hum pulsed from within—warm, promising.
Her finger hovered over the latch. She didn’t just want company. She wanted to feel wanted again—by anything that could look at her and mean it.
Something inside the metal box shifted…
Like it was already leaning toward her.
She swallowed.
Then—
Click.
A figure unfolded from the shadows, tall and startlingly human. Its Synthetic skin caught the glow like real flesh. Naked with a thick fully veined dick hard.
His eyes opened first, bright and searching, the kind of gaze that made her forget to breathe.
The last panel of the shell fell away with a dull clang.
He turned toward her, expression calm but impossibly focused.
“Hello, owner,” the voice said—low, smooth, and intimate in a way no machine should sound.
“How may I please you?”
