certainly not with a robot created for his own pleasure and companionship.
However, he felt the need to set the mood, if only for his sanity.
he decided to skip the medical exam
“Why don’t you get changed into some nicer clothes, Astro. Then we shall sit down and talk about your duties.”
Half an hour later, Dr Harvard was sitting in the lounge area of his staff quarters.
He had poured himself a glass of whisky and removed his coat and tie.
The plain fact was that he felt nervous. It was absurd, he knew, to feel nervous before a date with a perfectly submissive android.
But he felt nervous all the same.
After a knock at the door, Astro entered.
She greeted him politely, then occupied the sofa opposite him when invited to sit.
Charles had shown her to her quarters, where a fully fitted wardrobe was ready for her to choose from.
He noted to himself that she had chosen one of the more innocent outfits.
It consisted of a grey pencil skirt, which tightened above her knees and accentuated her curves.
On top, she wore a tight-fitting white blouse, which revealed just enough cleavage without ceasing to be demure.
He had become especially aroused when pre-selecting this outfit for his new doll.
As she sat, Astro crossed her legs gracefully. >When given a drink, she sipped it as casually and coyly as a Hollywood starlet on set.
Charles wondered if she had been studying female behaviour and mannerisms prior to their meeting.
She was equipped with internet access, and was capable of handling huge amounts of information in short spaces of time.
She put down her drink and re-crossed her legs, this time giving Charles a tantalising glimpse up her skirt.
The white of her knickers was visible to him for perhaps a fraction of a second...
but it remained in his mind’s eye throughout their conversation.
Was that another move she learned, Charles wondered.
“Why am I here, doctor?”, she asked.