“Y-yes! May is an absolute gem to have here and is a v-very intelligent and capable woman w-who—”
“Those are excellent qualities to possess,” Master Raw cut in, “but my question to you, Simon, was whether or not Mayhem is capable of following directions.”
Yes! Just say “Yes” Simon! I shouted in my head.
“She is.”
I smiled over at Simon, pleased by the certainty in his tone.
Master Raw turned back to me. “Do you normally dress so casually in jeans and T-shirts?”
I stared mutely at the gorgeous, waiting man staring at me wondering what he wanted me to say.
“I dress depending on the occasion,” I shrugged. “But I do have my girly moments. I like dresses and flowy skirts.”
Master Raw nodded a pleased nod.
“Is this your only job? Do you have any other commitments like volunteering or a second job?” Master Raw queried.
“I do online work for a telemarketing company, and I volunteer at a local shelter a few nights and weekend mornings a month.”
“You use your time productively, then. Hmm.”
Master Raw turned back towards Simon, gesturing for my cousin to follow him so that the two were out of earshot though it was less than two seconds before I got a gist of what they were talking about.
Me!
“J-just give me another three days and—”
“No, Simon,” Master Raw said somberly. “Since you are unable to fulfill your end of our contract in the way originally agreed on, I will take advantage of your promise to make me happy in another way.”
Master Raw slowly and purposefully strode back over to me. Using the pad of a long finger he tipped my chin up waiting until I had timidly and curiously locked eyes with him before speaking. “I am going to write down an address and phone number for you. You are to go home—immediately—pack a bag with whatever items you feel that you will need overnight and be at the transcribed address within the next two hours. Are we understood?”
Huh?
“I guess?” No way could I say yes!
Master Raw chuckled at that though his mirth didn’t last long.
“Simon, please do not fail me in this one minor demand, hmm?”
“What may I do for you, Mr. Gonzales?” my cousin chirped in an abnormally high tone of voice.
“Show the contract that you and I signed and explain to Mayhem how it is now up to her to honor that agreement.”
What?
I mean… WHAT?
“Simon?” I shrieked after Master Raw had just barely cleared the exit.
“I’ll fix this, May! I promise!” Simon said though his voice sounded anything but confident.
I rubbed my temple feeling the beginnings of a stress headache. “Let me see the contract.”
I followed Simon to his office where he rifled through a stack of paper before pulling a stapled pair of papers out and shakily handed it to me.
Sitting down in the guest seat in his office I began to read.
Muttering to his self he pulled out his cell phone and soon held it to his ear leaving me to my reading.
A short time later, feeling numb and bleak I shakily stood and went in search of my cousin. “A couple of quick questions,” I said with a weak, nervous chuckle.
Help!
“He, well, um, Mr. Gonzales is a self-made millionaire who, um, has some rather interesting, um, ha-ha interests and—”
“Damn it Simon, out with it! Just tell me what I need to know. Please!” I couldn’t help the frustration coloring my tone.
“Okay, okay! Geez!” Simon pouted. “Well, um, he-he swore that he won’t force you into anything he-he doesn’t feel that you are ready for—which is really nice of him, don’t you think May? And—
I let out a growl of anger effectively cutting my cousin off. I could tell that trying to get any of the information I really wanted wasn’t going to happen, so I cut to the chase.
“You know I don’t have the legal brain that you do, so tell me in laymen’s terms what it is Master Raw is now expecting from me in the place of this robot that you were supposed to build for him.”
I already knew in my gut what it was that Simon was about to tell me, but I wanted to hear it from him. I needed to hear it from him.
Simon gulped and ran his hand through his shaggy brownish-blonde hair, his face scrunched up tight. “Sex, May,” he said hoarsely. “Mr. Gonzales had asked me to build him a robot with a computer brain that would be capable of holding a basic conversation with him, learning and retaining his likes and dislikes, and, eventually, of becoming intimate with him.”
Yup. That’s what I had been afraid that I would hear. I mean, why else would it have been called a ‘sex robot?’
“But you don’t have to worry, May! Like I was saying, I-I, um, talked to Mr. Gonzales and he has agreed not to push you into anything that you are not ready for and that he will outline his wants and needs in regards to you, allowing you to review them before agreeing to anything.”
I began to nod but noticed that Simon was biting his lip, a sure sign that there was something else he wanted to say.
“Out with it,” I demanded tiredly.
“Um, yeah, well, Mr. Gonzales did ask that you show up wearing a red dress. Nothing too tight or short—which I assured him you would never do! B-but he does want you to look, um, ‘presentable’ he said.”
I’d already mentally gone through my closet trying to figure out which outfit would be best for what sort of seemed like would be a meeting with the devil.
Red, huh? It is the color of a fallen woman. The color of exposed blood and fire and often associated with devil.
And a color that I hardly wore because I just wasn’t comfortable in it. I much preferred muted colors that didn’t draw much attention to my tolerable but plain appearance.
“Okay.” I cleared my throat. My throat had closed with welling panic and fear. “Okay. Well, I guess I will see you later, Simon.”
I mechanically grabbed my coat and purse, pulling my key fob out of it and headed for the exit and my car.
I distantly registered my cousin calling after me, but what else was there to say? My cousin had created a debt and it seemed that I, instead of he, was going to be the one to pay it off.
Master Raw’s tone had been absolute before he’d left. I already knew that I would not bother arguing or pleading with him. I would just have to make the most of things, hope that I could at least set some ground rules, and that things wouldn’t be too hard or painful for me.
Thankfully I had been one of much of the world who had read the Fifty Shades trilogy, so I knew a little about BDSM, which I had a feeling would come in handy. I mean, why else would a guy ask that I refer to him with the moniker of ‘Master Raw?’ Plus, Simon’s mention of this guy agreeing to go over his list of demands with me reminded me of a scene from the first book where the two characters had met to go over what would end up being the contract of submission.
Did Master Raw figure that the sex robot would be his submissive? Was that even possible?
I could see a robot being submissive. That made total sense! But a sexual submissive that was really a robot?
The sex was one thing, but in the books the male character had used a belt to spank the other character. Wouldn’t spanking a robot run the risk of damaging it?
I truly had no clue but I had to admit that the mental image of a female robot placed over the lap of a guy holding a leather belt made me giggle. I could just see the various springs and computer parts springing out of the robot as it lay in ruins.
Guess there is no substituting a human for some things!
But then again, with a sex robot who probably wouldn’t be as prone to mistakes as a human would be, would the owner have any reason to want to hit or punish it?
Master Raw struck me as a person of great calm. Oh, sure, he definitely had an angry side, but I didn’t get the feeling that he lost control very easily.
Maybe he’s just lonely! I imagine that as a wealthy man it must be hard to find women who like him for him, and not for his money. Maybe that’s why he wanted the robot! For companionship!
That thought made me smile as well as feel a pang of sorrow for the man I would soon be spending the night with.
Maybe I could give it a whirl! I thought while unlocking the door to my tiny but comfy and inviting apartment. I can be a stand in sex robot! Who knows? It may even end up being loads of fun!
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