EXCERPT Matt unconsciously held his breath as he walked through the ornate door and
across the beautiful reception area of the Courtesy Suites Hotel. He barely
appreciated the intricate inlaid designs beneath his feet as much as the high
domed, glass-topped, atrium that currently was showing the night lights of the
city outside.
This is going to work, he thought to himself, as he approached the reception
desk.
A very attractive woman with short auburn hair looked up to him as he
approached the desk. Matt noted the name -- Traci -- on her blue name badge.
She smiled up at him the most inviting smile Matt could ever recall receiving
from such an appealing woman, then asked in a warm contralto, "Yes, Sir. May I
help you?"
For a moment, Matt forgot his carefully rehearsed lines for this situation, but
quickly recovered.
"Yes, you may. I'm Matt Samuels. I believe you have a room for me?"
The woman briefly looked down at the computer screen embedded in the counter
and tapped a couple keys with a perfectly manicured red nail, then looked back
up and flashed an even warmer smile. That was all for show, since Traci had no
need to consult the hotel's reservation's system in such a manual manner. She
had a more direct interface available to her.
"Yes. Here it is. Arranged and prepaid by The Towers Hotel."
The tension Matt had been holding since entering suddenly released, leaving him
almost needing to catch the counter to steady himself as a wave of weak relief
rushed through him. He grabbed at his emotions instead, took a quick deep
breath, and looked back up to see the same, even hazel eyes gazing at him as
though nothing at all had just happened.
"If you'll just sign here," she continued, handing him a stylus and indicating
the electronic pad on the desk.
"Uh, thank you ... Traci," Matt got out, and then quickly scribbled his name
across the pad. Signing one's name these days was a quaint touch that added to
the sense of quiet elegance that surrounded him here. He reached back toward her
with the stylus and felt her cool fingers deftly take it from his hand.
Matt waited for the automatic request that didn't come. Finally he asked,
"Don't you need to see my credit card?"
This got a small smile at the corner of the mouth from Traci. She quickly hid
it however, lest it make this guest the least bit uncomfortable.
"Is this your first visit to Courtesy Suites, Mr. Samuels?"
"Uh, yes. I mean no. What I mean is, I was here once before, but not as a
guest. I was visiting a friend ... coworker ... who was a guest ... at the time
..."
Traci broke into Matt's confused recitation with, "I understand completely. I
don't need to see your credit card because your room has been prepaid. At
Courtesy Suites the room rate is all-inclusive. There are no additional expenses
to be concerned about, hence no need to run your card."
That left Matt very relieved. No additional expenses to need to justify to the
accounting weasels back home. He'd considered even not reporting any additional
expenses and just eating them himself, but as a still single man saving towards
escaping from his small apartment, extravagant spending was the last thing he
wanted to indulge in on this trip. Courtesy Suites, on the other hand, was
exactly what he wanted to indulge in at the moment.
"I will, however, need your thumb print," Traci said, reaching gently out to
take his hand and guide it towards the electronic pad. "To access the elevators
and unlock your room door," she added, sensing his confusion. "Our security --
and privacy -- here are very strict."
Her touch was gentle, affirming, and Matt suddenly realized he hadn't asked the
first question that should have come to mind.
"Excuse me, but, uh, are you a ... you know ... a ... "
"A robot?" she finished for him. "Yes I am." She smiled back to him, yet again.
"All hotel staff members with blue name badges are robots -- or fembots, if you
prefer that term. We never confuse our guests about what we are unless ... " she
looked at him with a positively mischievous twinkle in her eye that must have
left some programmer very proud of his results, "they want to be confused."
"I'm happy to hear that," Matt replied, realizing that Traci was still holding
his hand -- and that he didn't mind that at all.
He might have stood there all night, quite enchanted with realizing that if he
couldn't tell Traci was a robot until she told him then the rest of the hotel's
staff would be equally convincing. His previous brief experience here had left
him thinking that would be the case, but it was much better when actually
confirmed. But then she gently gave him back his hand saying, "I guess that just
about completes check-in. Your room is 9104 on the ninth floor. The elevators
are just around the corner and your luggage will be waiting for you there when
you arrive."
Matt mumbled a thank you. He was already turning towards the indicated
elevators when he realized he'd forgotten something very important. He turned
back to inquire, "Excuse me again, but do I arrange with you my, uh, services
... "
Traci pulled up another of her dazzling array of smiles as she replied, "Any
member of the staff can make arrangements for you at any time. Most guests
prefer to make their choices from the comfort and privacy of their rooms after
they get settled in."
That sounds good to me, Matt thought to himself, before adding to her, "Thanks,
Traci." While it seemed strange to thank a machine for doing its job, Matt
didn't see her that way. And besides, she seemed to genuinely appreciate his
courteousness.
"You're welcome, Mr. Samuels. Have a nice stay at Courtesy Suites."
* * * *
Matt walked down the hall, still not believing this was actually happening.
Expecting someone to call out his name at any moment and tell him there'd been a
mistake. That he'd have to go back to his stuffy, technologically challenged,
regular business hotel.
A couple of young women were coming the other way down the hall towards him,
caught up in some mutual secret that they were laughing over, not paying any
attention to the rest of the world. Matt stopped and moved to the side to let
them pass. They looked up at the last moment to see him and he caught the flash
of blue badges.
Astonishing. Even with each other they act like real girls.
As he stood there for a moment in the hall, realizing what he'd just seen,
there was a light brush on his shoulder and a soft, "Excuse me," as a man
brushed past on his way down the hall. Did he have a blue badge too? If he did
he certainly wasn't a fembot. Just what is the proper term of address for a male
robot?
Just ahead was 9104. The little silver plate with the illuminated amber oval
beside the door rewarded the touch of this thumb with an almost inaudible click
as the room door smoothly opened, and just as smoothly closed behind him.
* * * *
My own room at Courtesy Suites.
That had been the primary goal, which was now achieved. The result of the
careful arranging of a room at a busy business hotel on a trade show weekend;
guaranteeing the room through his corporate credit card; and then asking for
late changes to a much in-demand No Smoking room with a single king bed. Lastly,
arriving late and trusting that they were overbooked. The feigning of
disappointment -- while pointing out that they had a responsibility under their
room guarantee to get him a room somewhere -- and the suggestion that his
business appointments over the next four days required him to be housed in the
immediate area.
When they offered to arrange a room at the nearby Courtesy Suites -- because
your company does a lot of business with us, they explained -- at no additional
charge, and provide transportation to the hotel, it had been hard to show the
right degree of quiet resignation to that fate -- since that had been Matt's
carefully crafted plan since his last trip to the city nearly four months
earlier.
* * * *
Matt was nervous about seeing Lisa again. He paced around the room, taking sips
from the glass of wine that was part of his request for this evening. That had
been delivered to his room moments after he'd requested it. He kept thinking
back to four months ago when Bob, the top salesman in the company, invited him
and the rest of the engineering team to come over and spend the evening with him
at Courtesy Suites.
Matt had to deal with a last minute technical glitch in their demo unit first
and had arrived later than the rest of the group. By the time he'd arrived the
party was in full swing.
Bob was celebrating the closing of the deal -- and his sizable commission, no
doubt. He was also paying back the people who'd made it all possible for him in
this way. His junior sales partner, the four other engineers, and a couple of
the customers, were already in the room when Matt arrived. The suite was full of
food, music, loud talk -- and four of the most beautiful women Matt could ever
remember seeing.
Suzie looked like a little -- and very well-built -- curvaceous French maid
with black curly hair and a figure too lush for the small maid's outfit she wore
-- or half an outfit, since it had no back on it at all. She was working behind
the food tables, and was handling both food and bar service. She was short,
barely five-feet-four, and had the cutest giggle each time she was pinched. And
each time any of the men went over to get more food or another refill they
pinched her.
Sharon was a perfect five-foot-seven-inch tall honey blonde in a very short
dress and skimpy top who was sitting with two of the engineers and the sales
partner, all involved in some sort of drinking game that seemed to involve the
answers she was giving to their questions.
Darci was the absolute center of attention. She would have stood five-ten
barefoot, and was perched on four-inch heels. Her bright blond hair, and a dress
even shorter than Sharon's, showed her figure to perfection. And it was a figure
to appeal to any engineer who worked with figures all day long. Forty-DD
breasts. The thinnest waist. And legs that seemed to stretch forever. In fact,
what she looked most of all like was a very popular girl's doll grown to
life-size. Darci stood in the middle of the rest of the group that was laughing
uncontrollably about something just as Matt came in.
It took a moment to see what had just happened -- and several more to fully
understand it. As Suzie pressed a drink into Matt's hand, Matt was watching Bob,
who had his TV remote in his hand. Except that the TV wasn't turned on, and
every time Bob pressed a button the men started laughing again.
Matt finally realized that each time Bob pressed a button, some part of Darci
stopped moving. Like an arm, or a leg. Then he'd press it again and she could
move it once. The men surrounding her -- along with Darci herself -- were
finding this uproarious.
As Matt figured out what was happening -- if not why -- and walked over to get
a closer look, Bob started doing combinations of the buttons. He'd ask Darci to
fetch him something, or shake hands or kiss one of the other men, then freeze
several parts of her and watch how she tried to accommodate his request. The
rest of the group was just about falling off their feet now. Curiously, Darci
seemed to be having as much fun with it as the men were.
Then Bob announced loudly, "Now watch this."
He then told a bawdy old joke about a one-legged seaman, a mermaid, and an
octopus, that would be absolutely unrepeatable to any audience and probably get
anyone else fired if they ever repeated it back in the office. While the men
laughed, Darci wrinkled up her noise in the prettiest possible expression of
distaste -- just as any woman would. Bob then pressed a button that Matt saw was
labeled BACK 2, and Darci froze for a moment, then tried to move an arm that
hadn't worked a couple minutes ago.
"How'd you like that joke, Darci?" Bob asked with a leer.
"What joke?" she queried him back with a confused look.
"What did I tell you, guys? How many times in your life have you been with a
pretty girl and suddenly realized that you really wanted to take back what you
had just said or done in the last two minutes?"
The sounds of assent were unanimous.
"Well here you can have exactly that," he finished with a flourish to loud
applause.
Now that Bob was finished with his demonstration, everyone else wanted to try
it out on her as well. While they fought over the remote -- which was obviously
not the TV wall remote -- Bob wandered over to the bar to harass Suzie. Matt
took that opportunity to inspect now what he'd only glimpsed before in the rest
of the crowded room. And there she was, sitting alone, looking far too good to
be part of this crowd.
* * * *
Lisa looked elegant even sitting in the corner. Long dark brown hair. A face
and figure that was the definition of Supermodel, rather than that of Darci's
extreme sexuality. And a quietness about her that set her apart from Darci's
party girl appeal, Suzie's flirtatiousness, or Sharon's approachability. Matt
walked over to get a closer look.
As he approached he wondered if she was frozen too. Then she rose smoothly from
her chair to stand on stylish rather than trashy three-inch heels. Even so, she
topped Darci. In fact, her deep, clear brown eyes looked directly across to
Matt's own. At that height himself, Matt seldom met a woman at such a convenient
viewing angle.
How long that look lasted Matt couldn't say afterwards, but it was broken when
Bob came over and slapped him on the shoulders in greeting.
"Finally made it, I see. Everything okay?"
"Sure, Bob. It was just an adjustment that had slipped. I reset it and locked
it down tightly. She's humming like a kitten now."
"Glad to hear. Got to keep the customers happy. I see you've met Lisa. Lisa,
this is Matt."
"Pleased to meet you, Matt," the tall woman said in a warm contralto.
She extended her hand, which Matt took a moment later after moving his glass to
his left hand. It was warm and soft in contrast to his cold, wet grip of the
moment. This woman didn't seem to mind that, however.
"Matt's a loner, like you I guess," Bob added unhelpfully, before wandering off
to check on the drinking game. This was his party to keep moving along.
With the moment broken, Matt could take a moment to look at the rest of Lisa
beyond her eyes. Unlike the other women, Lisa was wearing a full-length, silky
white dress with a slit up the right side clear to her hip. Her fashionable
black heels, which were little more than soles with thin straps and a spike at
the rear, were the only things she needed. The dress softly hugged her slim
figure, showing just a hint of nipples from what might be B-size breasts nudging
the fabric at chest height. They were such a difference from Darci's ample
double-D chest that held everyone's attention. Somehow this was far more elegant
and sexy to Matt. He noticed how the slit, which had somehow managed to fall
open at the moment, showed a length of shapely leg to rival even Darci.
"You're new here, aren't you?" Matt heard her ask him.
"Uh, yes."
Lisa reached down and picked up a control from the table like the one the group
around Darci was fighting over. "May I explain to you how these work?"
"I don't, uh, think that will be necessary. I've already seen Bob's
demonstration. But can I ask ..."
"Yes?" she prompted, lowering her eyes in a way to become even more
intriguingly mysterious.
"Does it, uh, hurt?"
Lisa eyes snapped open again as she looked up and directly at him once more in
apparent surprise. It was as though this was the last question she had expected
him to ask.
Then she laughed a beautiful, natural laugh. "Of course it doesn't hurt. We are
explicitly designed and manufactured to be able to respond to our controllers
without damage. And to any reasonable guest's request as well."
This was just extraordinary. Now don't think Matt was dumb. He knew -- everyone
knows -- what Courtesy Suites was all about. It's just the reality of it is so
very different from that previous, theoretical, understanding.
Lisa sensed his confusion. Most guests were quite taken aback by their first
full-on encounter with a Courtesy Suites staff member. And taken even more aback
by her than by most of the other staff. Lisa was at the far end of the curve for
the staff, being the tallest, along with having certain other special qualities
that added to her ability to daunt others. Fortunately one of those special
qualities was her ability to adapt her behavior modes in several ways to break
the ice with new guests.
"Would you like to dance?" She asked softly.
Matt only trusted himself to nod yes. That worked just fine as Lisa flowed into
his arms for a sensuous slow dance that made up for all the long hours of the
project in an instant. The moment might have lasted forever except that a strong
tap on Matt's right shoulder soon rudely interrupted it. Fred had left the
drinking game -- from his looks and steadiness, either the winner, or loser,
depending -- to stagger over to Matt.
"Mind if I cut in?" he slurred.
"I suppose not," Matt replied, lying through his teeth.
Fred was a good six inches shorter than Matt. Lisa looked him over, then
gracefully reached down and slipped out of her heels before taking him into her
arms.
Damn! Matt thought to himself. That's how it always happens. You find someone
beautiful, available, and willing. And once you've proven that she's
approachable, everyone else who was too timid to go near her before now feels
free to horn in.
Matt noticed that Fred wasn't going to be able to finish his dance with Lisa
before the junior sales assistant was going to take his shot, so he wandered
back towards the rest of the group. There was still a crowd around Darci and Bob
seemed to have taken Fred's place with Sharon. That seemed to have degenerated
into a strip poker game with Sharon's top already off. Sharon was very lovely
with perfect pointed breasts, but after his brief encounter with Lisa, Sharon
seemed just another pretty girl. She was also at a distinct disadvantage since
she was required to play all her cards face up so that everyone else could see
them.
Matt wandered over to Suzie just to talk, and learned that these services were
common at Courtesy Suites. Everything Bob had arranged for this party was
covered by the basic room rate for this room -- a Prince Suite -- and that Suzie
had seen much wilder parties than this one as recently as this week.
Did anyone ever just have a quiet evening with a staff member? Of course. In
fact, it was surprisingly popular to have a member of the staff drop by just for
the guest to have someone to talk to, or get a massage from. Courtesy Suites
catered to a wide range of guest requests. Whatever the guest wishes, they'd do
their utmost to provide. And Suzie confirmed that, "Yes, Lisa is one of our
nicest staff members."
Too soon, however, the party started to break down. It was clear what Bob had
in mind for the rest of his evening, while the junior salesman was clearly
staking out Sharon and the couch. Suzie started cleaning up the remains of the
food and drink. And while Lisa looked over longingly at him once, she was
continuously double and triple-teamed by the remaining men now. It was time to
go back to the strictly business lodgings that the company had gotten for the
rest of them.
How Bob had pulled this off -- getting a room at Courtesy Suites -- would
remain one of those mysteries in life. Bob just went out and did things, and as
top salesman it never seemed questioned. As Matt fell asleep that night however,
a glimmering of a plan was already hatching in his mind.
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