She was custom made, the most advanced AI. Cost a fortune, but I demand only the best for me.

She was madness in bed. Or anywhere. My every perverse desire anticipated, ready with ass, mouth, or pussy. Had to triple stock little blues to keep up with my cravings. Cheerleader, street whore, cheating housewife, corporate intern, she was all of them in a blink and a thousand more besides. The perfect obsequious slut.

Until I found her, cum circuits smoking, as the robomaid tickled her servo-clit with a feather duster.

Really, if you can't trust your fucking droid, what's next?