A Stay At Hotel Automata II

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PART TWO

"Rick! Are you alright?!"

Rick perked on hearing that concerned voice, then looked abashed on seeing who had called out to him. "I'm quite fine, Susan!" he said with an embarrassed chuckle while holding the deactivated Angela in his lap while guiding his smart chair down a corridor in the hotel's basement level, Anne pacing him. The hotel manager had marched smartly out of an elevator almost within a minute of the guest, the maid and the concierge arriving there. "I'm so sorry about what happened..."

Susan's eyes glittered with both relief and understanding as she made a dismissive wave of her hand. "It's not your fault. You didn't know that formally kissing one of the girls like that would activate their intimate systems." She moved to walk alongside them. "You don't need to help carry Angela to be recharged."

"Well, even if I'm the unintended author of her current state, I still feel it only right to help her get back on her feet," he noted as they arrived at a door with CHARGE ROOM on a placard. As Anne opened the door to let the guest inside, he hummed on seeing the very utilitarian space. "Quite cozy."

Eyes locked on him, then a familiar raven-haired Oriental woman in the same racy maid's clothing that Angela currently wore came over. "Angela! Are you alright?"

"She's shut down at this time, Tara," Anne explained. "Very low charge."

Surprise crossed the face of Angela's sister sexbot-turned-maidbot. "She seemed to be functioning well when I moved to shut down for the evening last night, Anne."

"Something unexpected came up, Tara," Susan assured her.

"Ah, I understand."

"Which cubicle, Anne?" Rick asked.

"Over here," the blonde concierge declared, waving over.

The cubicles were quite basic; they were a tubular space far larger than any of the gynoids — there wasn't a single android in sight, Rick noted — required. As a pale-skinned woman with long dark brown hair and caramel eyes — who wore a very revealing bikini top in comparison to her sister maids' white-trimmed black tank top — stepped out of the cubicle to Rick's right, she perked on seeing who was now being brought over. "Is Angela okay?" she worriedly asked.

"She's fine, Alex," Anne assured her. "Rick's found her without charge and volunteered to help bring her here."

A relieved smile crossed the other maid's face. "Thank you for doing that, Rick. You really didn't have to."

"Well, a gentleman never allows a lady to remain in distress, Alex," he calmly stated, grateful that Anne and Susan were covering for him. Given that a good number of the gynoids working here were in the more fetishist clothing indicating they themselves had worked in a brothel before coming to the hotel, it was just being prudent. "Now, let's get Angela standing up..."

Anne and Alex pitched in to help the bespectacled maid stand erect in her cubicle. "I assume it's an anal charge port, Susan?"

"Yes, it is," the manager affirmed.

"Hopefully, you girls were maintained well enough to ensure you didn't suffer damage in the brothel when someone took you that way," he muttered as he found the flexible rod with the magnetic tip, then gently slipped it into Angela's rear opening.

"Personally, I had no problems," Alex confessed.

"Oh!"

Once the charge unit was locked in place, Angela stiffed to attention, her eyes flying open as they glowed the red indicative that she was now in a basic diagnostic mode. "I'm...in...the...charge...room," she then noted as she looked around, moving quite robotically, before she glanced down...then her cheeks flushed as red as cherries. "Rick? Did...you...bring...me...here?"

"You were in distress, Angela," he noted as he took one hand and patted it in reassurance. "I was happy to help." He then gave her a knowing wink as he wagged a finger at her. "Next time, keep an eye on your primary charge, alright?"

A serene smile answered. "I...will. I...pro-...mise."

The others in the room all smiled...

==

"So there's no programming supervisor or technician assigned here?"

"None," Susan admitted as she rode with Rick — with currently Alex accompanying them — to the first residence floor where he was staying. "I've asked Uncomsys — I'm sure you've seen the model brand displayed on our bodies — to send someone ever since the trial. It was just being very prudent. But there's been no response."

"And that trial was nine months ago," he noted as the car arrived, then both gynoids moved to keep the doors opened while he guided his smart chair out. "That's being unbelievably stupid. If I was of a conspiracy theory frame of mind, I would say that Uncomsys was moving to wash their hands of you for some perceived 'failure'." He then reached over to squeeze the manager's hand in reassurance. "Not that I'd accuse you of something like that, of course," he added with a wink.

Susan blushed. "Yes, it would make an odd sort of sense. Anyhow, I have to get to the office and run through all the bank statements. Are you going to be staying inside the hotel today?"

"I've got a funeral to go to this afternoon, so I'll be out of your people's way by lunch."

Sympathy crossed both women's faces. "I'm sorry for your loss, Rick," Alex noted. "Were you close?"

"Back when I was much younger. He was a victim of the latest 'Me Too' riot that went down last month. I didn't realize he would remember me enough to have his relatives invite me to the funeral the wake."

The maid considered that, then gazed on the manager. "Susan, do you require all of the day shift on the floors?"

The manager hummed. "No, not at all. What are you proposing?"

"That I accompany Rick to the funeral and wake for his friend. We can make sure the issue he had with coming inside last night is avoided."

Susan nodded. "Alright. Speak to Noëlle to get proper clothes."

"Naturally!"

Rick gaped in surprise at that sudden offer...

==

"Are you all that desperate to get out of this place?"

Alex chuckled as she moved to gather the bedding and take it outside to have it laundered. "No, but we all know that a lot of money was paid for your stay with us, so it was just making sure you were well. Anne did inform everyone about your mobility issues." Here, she nodded at his right leg, which had been amputated below the knee; he wasn't wearing the prosthetic now.

Rick hummed as he scanned the morning news on the net while enjoying coffee. A cheese-and-mushroom omelette was on its way from the kitchen for breakfast and he had taken his morning medications and insulin shot. "Well, I do appreciate the companionship. Any person would love the presence of an intelligent companion, especially in a time like this." He smirked as she gasped as her pale cheeks went very red at that compliment before turning back to his laptop.

"You did that on purpose!"

"I confess to nothing, my dear," he then declared in a fair imitation of the late W.C. Fields.

A cute humph escaped the maid as she finished with the bed clothes, then carried it to a hamper outside, then she moved to prepare the bath. Fortunately, the hotel had built in sitting baths that would allow someone like Rick to slip in with no issues. "I have to admit, your overall programming is so life-like, I wouldn't be able to tell the difference if I didn't see the maker's marks on your buttocks," he added. "Who was the genius that did that for you girls?"

"Oh, that was Daniel," Alex, still blushing, stated as she moved to fill the tub.

Surprise crossed his face. "Your former programming supervisor? The one who was arrested?"

"Yes," she breathed out sadly. "Even if he went too far, he was still a very nice man. Found ways to blend all our programming architecture perfectly to ensure we could function both to keep the hotel working well and serve as his lovers whenever he got the 'itch'. He was quite the genius. He actually considered me his favourite. He loved to play with me all the time."

"Boys with their toys, you mean."

Alex hummed before she nodded. "Yes, you could say that."

"How'd he get caught, then?"

"He slipped an unknown programming package into Susan, which was noted on by a supervisor back at Uncomsys, who then reported it to her 'husband'." There was a slight hint of derision in the maid's voice on saying that last word.

"They got the programming out of her, I hope."

"No, they didn't."

Rick stopped, staring at the bathroom. "What?! Someone slips a potential program bomb into Susan and NO ONE moves to remove it after it was discovered?!"

Alex walked out of the bathroom, she giving him a sad look. "Yes. What's worse..."

A wary look crossed his face. "None of you are programmed to do detailed self-diagnostics, right?"

She shook her head. "Oh, that's swell...!"

==

Breakfast soon came, carried by the day chef, a pretty and perky blue-eyed girl with reddish brown hair done in twintails over the ears, she dressed in a proper kitchen uniform. Lynn was quick to madly blush after Rick took a sample of her omelette before praising her to the skies for her skills.

He then surprised her. "You were a former costume play performer, weren't you?"

Lynn gasped as she gazed his way, then she gaped in delight. "Yes! I remember seeing you on that company outing...!"

"You played Harley Quinn from Batman," he said as he offered his hand. "That was a stunning performance."

Laughing, the chef came over...but leaned in to kiss him full on the lips. As Alex gasped on seeing such a forward act, Lynn winked. "I remember you being the most polite of the group even back then," she noted as she stepped back. "You were a customer service representative, weren't you?"

"I was. At a site that shifted to sales, which sent the work pressures through the ceiling, which sent me on stress leave," he then breathed out. As both girls gave him sympathetic looks, Rick moved to eat his breakfast. "Then the site itself closed down and I was let go. By then, I was on government disability, so it wasn't too bad. I live at an assisted care facility, one a lot better run than some of the old age homes that are the first nexuses for any new plague that comes out of the woodwork like that. It's comfortable, but not perfect."

"Well, maybe we can entice you to stay further!" Lynn noted as she winked at him. "I'll be around until supper tonight, Rick, then Crystal takes over for me."

"I should be back to enjoy something just as beautiful before then," he vowed.

She blew him a kiss before stepping out. "Wow! Small world, huh?" Alex noted.

"That it is," Rick noted. "Let me finish breakfast, then I'll have my bath. How soon will Noëlle be here with your outfit?"

"Two hours," the maid noted.

"More than enough time..."

==

As soon as he was in the bathroom alone, Alex moved to clear up the plates and clean the desk before turning on the television to the soft music station that Rick had selected to go to sleep to the previous night. As the wonderful medley of Paul Hardcastle's Let This Love Begin played, she found herself swaying to the music as she walked outside to empty the garbage.

The maid was naturally surprised on seeing Tara standing there. "Hey, Tara," she called out before noting a pensive look on her sister sexbot-turned-maidbot's face. "What is it?"

Tara's eyes glowed. "Have sex with Rick," she quietly declared...but in Anne's voice; no doubt, the night concierge was linking through the hotel's security system to relay this message.

Surprise crossed Alex's face. "Why?"

"That programming Daniel placed inside me activated after Rick ejaculated inside me," Tara/Anne answered. "It's not a harmful program, but I can't say anything more; only Rick can now order me to say something."

Anne's caramel eyes widened as she understood the unspoken confession her co-worker just made. "I don't wish to abuse Rick's trust, Anne. He's a very nice man."

"He is indeed. I sensed it when Rick recognized Lynn just now. Believe me, Alex, this is the best course for us all."

"I will explain it to him should he ask."

"Understandable."

==

Rick sighed as he moved to dry himself down, having swung himself out of the tub to ensure all parts of him were relatively free of water before he would sit back in his smart chair; years of practice moving himself from said device to his bed or chair or other such convenience had allowed him to develop some dexterity even if he suffered from diabetic neuropathy in certain places. Remembering again the experience he had earlier in the morning, waking up with "morning wood" after his little orgy with Anne and Angela, he could only shake his head. Well, despite he having type II diabetes, his body could still function well.

Once he was dry enough, he put a towel into the chair's seat before swinging himself onto it. Covering himself — even if he was more than sure that Alex wouldn't mind seeing him show the full monty — he draped the rest of the towels on his shoulders and lap before swinging the device out of the bathroom.

Once he turned to face the main room...

"Uh...are you okay, Alex?"

Alex had a VERY flushed look on her face. Right now, her bikini top had been pushed aside to reveal a pair of large areolae. Her dark opaque skirt was gone, revealing the thong panties she had on; the area on both sides of her no-doubt shaved opening was glistening. "Oh, Rick, please..." she moaned.

Oh, dear God! What did I do to her?! he wondered as she moved on him...

==

An hour later found them both nude on the bed, with towels under their body to ensure any ejaculate from either of them wouldn't stain the mattress cover. A purring Alex was literally melted against his side, a grin of relief on her face while understandable bewilderment was etched on his. Not that he was complaining, of course; Alex was just as skilled in sexual matters as Angela and Anne were.

Thinking about that, he then gently nudged her. "Alex?"

A moan of orgasmic relief escaped her. "Oh, wow, Anne...you were right...!"

That made Rick perk. "Anne made you do this?!"

"Uh-huh..."

"Why?!"

She absently sighed. "Remember that hidden program that Daniel put into Susan?"

"Yes."

"We all have it."

He jerked. "Oh, dear God! Did I just...?!"

"You did," she meowed.

Noting she wasn't doing anything that might be seen by anyone as potentially harmful, he took a deep breath. "Okay, give me the bad news."

Alex perked, a look of confusion crossing her face. "There's no bad news, Rick."

He jolted, remembering that she WAS a gynoid, life-like programming or not. Sometimes, the odd turn of phrase would catch even the best of them. "Sorry about that. What was that program I triggered?"

"A loyalty lock protocol."

Silence.

More silence.

Still more silence.

Then...

"Okay. Never heard of that. What does it do?"

In answer, Alex swept herself up to straddle him, her hand moving to deftly shift his inflating love machine right back into her opening. "It means, my dear Master, that my core programming — and Anne's and Angela's as you'll now realize — is now properly dedicated to serve..." She leaned in to kiss his nose. "You."

Rick blinked as he took that in. "Right...!"

He then awked as the beautiful maid moved to devour his lips with her own.

This is going to be some vacation, he wryly mused as he felt his body respond to his new lover's ministrations...

To be continued...

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