Dolls

“My name’s Lily. I’m a professional voyeur.”

It’s the line I usually use to introduce myself. I love the reactions, the mouths left hanging open, ready to respond, when they fully process what I just said. The follow-on conversations are infinitely better than the typical introductory chitchat. It’s even gotten me more than one invitation to an orgy.

So much better than, “I manage testing for a new line of advanced robots.”

Both are completely true.

I oversee the alpha testing of a new line of intelligent sex dolls, both male and female. Think the ‘WestWorld’ series. Alpha testing involves watching subjects have sex with the robots. We have a comfortable looking bedroom in our facility, with multiple cameras and microphones that I monitor, as well as the outputs from the robot itself. If something goes really wrong, I intervene.

I need to carefully watch and note every interaction the subject and the robot have. Did the robot misunderstand an intent? Was it unable to perform as expected? Did the subject ever react to it as a robot rather than another person?

Before each test, I talk to the subject about what they are interested in, setting up the robot appropriately. After each encounter, I give the subject a chance to describe what they liked and didn’t like in the encounter. I like watching everyone having sex, but I actually like talking to them before and after, trying to make them feel comfortable.

At the end of each day, I discuss the results with the development team, or at least Raj and Sara, the leads.

I have a unique background for the job. I was one of the few women in a graduating class of computer engineers at an elite school. My electives were all in electro-mechanical engineering, so I have a pretty good handle on the hardware side. I co-authored a paper with Sara about making interactions with AI’s more realistic while being informed. We won a best paper at a major conference for that.

By the time I graduated, I knew I didn’t want to be an engineer for the rest of my life. I got accepted into a doctoral program for psychology. Not a top of the line program, but a good one. I was doing well and worked a summer helping run studies for a sex research lab. They sent me home after I was caught offering blow jobs to bring in more subjects.

And then I was asked to leave the doctoral program that fall when I organized a swap club among the grad students.

Did I mention I love sex? Man or woman. Fat or skinny. I love people. I want to understand how to make them happy and help them make me happy. It’s why I decided to swap to psychology.

I found this job through Sara. She had been the TA for my intro programming course that I took my first semester as an undergraduate, She was starting her doctoral studies at the same time. We became good friends, and for a while a year later, lovers. We had stayed best friends even after we were no longer lovers; she got them to interview me for this job when I got kicked out of grad school.

Her doctorate is in AI. More specifically, her work was on creating “normal” interactions between agents and humans. She was hoping to get a job creating better NPCs in games — she’s a hard core gamer. With a fallback of working on e-commerce agents. She’s a great teacher, the best I ever had, but she doesn’t want to be a professor. Parts of her experience in grad school convinced her of that.

But the gaming companies didn’t seem to want her when she finished her dissertation. When she heard about Eros’s Arrows, this company, and its plans, she jumped on just when they were starting. Better than getting AI’s to sell you shit you don’t need. She has been with the company for just over two years and architected all the interactions between the robots and the subjects.

Manu, the president of the company, had been friends with Raj during their undergraduate days twenty some years ago. Raj went on to get his doctorate in Robotics and then worked both as a research scientist and at a spinoff company making specialty robots. Manu had ended up going the business route. A joke over beers between the two of them one evening became a business plan became millions in VC money became a job for me.

Adding Sara’s cutting edge AI to Raj’s robots, along with 28 months of 100+ hour weeks, led to Ava and Ian, the first two dolls, being ready to test. I have to give Raj (and his team) credit. These robots are amazing devices. All the human-like robots I’ve seen otherwise are creepy. The uncanny valley effect, where things that look almost human, but not quite, are very unnerving to most people. Raj says the other robots don’t have enough points of control in the face. Ours fixes that problem.

I could go on for hours about all the technical details, but I won’t. This morning started with a subject we call a three hole Charlie, basically any male subject who just wants to take advantage of all three orifices Ava offers. They go in my log as 3HCa, 3HCm, or 3HCp, depending on where they make their deposit. I should talk to Manu about filtering out new 3HC subjects, at least saving us the cleaning effort. I don’t think we are learning anything more there.

The subject who just finished was a little more interesting. If nothing other than she’s female and we just haven’t found enough female subjects. She climaxed twice during her time with Ian, one sitting on his face and one riding him reverse cow girl. Ian “came” in her pussy during the latter. I’m giving her a few minutes to compose herself while she gets dressed, then I’ll chat with her about the experience.

I don’t think a man could do my job, Women are much more willing to open up about sex to another woman. And most guys are more than willing to tell their desires to a woman who will bat her bedroom eyes at him. I have learned my lesson not to offer blow jobs, but these chats happen after they’ve shot their wad at least once, so it’s not usually tempting. I almost did for one of the early subjects, when Ava malfunctioned and he got left with a raging boner and no relief.

Subject 217 (FH) — the FH is female heterosexual — comes into the interview room. The room has two comfy chairs sitting close, but not too close. The interview is recorded so I do not have to take notes and can keep all my focus on the subject.

I grin at her obvious satisfied state. Sara calls it my trademark grin. “Would you like something to drink? Non-alcoholic only, I’m afraid.”

“Diet Coke?”

I pull a can of Diet Coke out of the fridge. “Ice?”

She nods. I clink the ice into a nice glass, then fill the glass carefully. All the time, I’m watching out of the corner of my eye as 217 (FH) settles into a chair. She does have the glow about her that only comes from multiple orgasms.

I hand her the glass and sit facing her, grinning. She grins back at me. We chitchat for a few minutes as she relaxes, then I ask, “How was he?”

“He was almost great. Much better than most of my lovers have been. I mean not many have given me two orgasms.”

“But?”

“He didn’t want me enough. He was too controlled. I want a man to have to fight the urge to cum the instant he’s in me. I want to be desired.”

I nod agreeably. “I think we all do.”

“I know this sounds silly in the context, but he felt too robotic.”

“Our goal is to make him not feel like a robot, so that’s actually very helpful. Can you describe how he felt robotic?”

“Every movement was too perfect, always exact. His rhythm too predictable. And, as I said, he felt too in control of himself.”

“If we think we have resolved that, would you be interested in coming back for another test?”

“God, yes. I would take him home with me if you would let me. He’s far better than any vibrator and that’s where most my orgasms come from now.”

“Been there. Is it okay if we text you on your cell phone? We will send you the message Dr Ian wants you to come back for a second test if that works for you.”

“That’s a good idea. My boyfriend sees my messages sometimes and he wouldn’t want to know I was doing this. It would make him feel inadequate. If he sees that, I’ll just tell him it’s a test for my lady parts and he’ll never ask anything else about it ever again.”

We both laugh.

“Thanks for helping us out and I hope we see you again.”

I hand her an envelope with the hundred dollars we pay each subject.

“I forgot I was getting paid, too!”

She gives me a quick hug and walks out, looking quite cheerful. Two late morning orgasms will do that.