Okay, here is the first free short story!
I wrote this one back in 2015. It was originally intended as bonus content for Patreon when I very first launched it. It didn't take long to realize that it just wasn't going to work, so I scrapped Patreon there for awhile, but I ended up with a handful of short stories. Eventually, I wrote some more and created a pair of collections I called Quickies.
Unfortunately, Quickies didn't do too well, and probably a big reason was because you already had to be a fan and have read certain content to really appreciate the short stories. So I eventually took Quickies down and am in the process of breaking them up and either adding some of the shorts back into the re-releases of some titles, or releasing them as stand-alone stories.
In order to fully appreciate Love's Night Out, I'd say you would have to read Hellcats & Hellcats 2. Although there is a brief mention of it in the beginning of Hellcats 3. It takes place during Hellcats 2 and expands upon a sexual encounter Lovebot 2.0 had while on vacation. I hope you like it!
Mark couldn't believe his luck.
He'd spent the past four days on the White Sand Islands, lounging in the lap of luxury. He was on vacation, a corporate-sponsored vacation. Being this high up in the company, he was entitled to two per year, five days each, to wherever he wanted to go with a budget of two thousand credits. Any overflow he had to cover himself, but that was fine, given that he lived in a small, decently-priced apartment and didn't have particularly expensive tastes.
The trip had been nice but a bit bland. Walks on the beach, perusing the various tourist trap shops, a little bit of gambling, a bit of drinking. He'd had a roll in the hay twice with a prostitute that worked for the hotel he was staying at and that had been quite wonderful. Her name had been Brandi and she was a brunette ten years younger than him, slim and limber with a beautiful mouth. Unfortunately for him, working in a sexbot brothel for a year in his early twenties had left him with a bit of a different appetite.
It wasn't that he didn't enjoy Brandi, he had, thoroughly, but she didn't quite give him that spark. No, when you got used to seeing those robot girls, used to the sex they could provide you...even the cheap models would blow your mind.
And now, here, he had met a sexbot.
Her name was Lovebot Two Point Oh but she called herself Love.
She was absolutely gorgeous. Apparently, she was a mercenary and she was here on vacation with her friends, who were also mercenaries. Mark had found her strolling along the beach outside the café he'd been having breakfast in earlier this morning. She was such a sight to behold, not just in her physical beauty but the fact that she was so obviously a sexbot, all that silver skin, gleaming mellowly in the early morning sunshine, that he hadn't been able to help himself. He'd had to approach her, strike up a conversation.
Love was very personable, very charismatic, in fact.
She'd started talking with him after he introduced himself and they'd walked back to the café and sat down and continued talking.
That talk had lasted through most of the day.
After breakfast, they'd gone walking through the stalls and it became increasingly obvious that Love was interested in him in the same way he was interested in her. Especially after he told her the story about working at the sexbot brothel. He was worried she might take offense to it but she said she didn't have a problem with it.
Now, they were walking back to his hotel.
She was holding his hand, resting her metal head on his shoulder.
“Did you have a favorite?” she asked, suddenly.
“Hmm?” he replied. They hadn't spoken for the past ten minutes.
“Among the lovers you took in the brothel, did you have a favorite?”
“I did, actually. Her name was Vanessa.”
“What was she like? Why was she your favorite?”
“She was quick-witted, smart. They programmed her to have a bit of an attitude. She was for the guys who liked being on the submissive side of a domination-submissive encounter. I wasn't into that myself but she was okay with having regular sex, too. She was beautiful. I mean, they all were, but there was something about her. She was a redhead, had this short hair she always wore in a little, sexy ponytail, and dazzling green eyes. She was thin but they'd given her huge breasts and a curvy ass. She spent a lot of time with me, in between.”
“She sounds nice.”
They walked in through the lobby of his hotel. It was getting dark now, the sun setting on the islands. In an hour, the sky would be completely dark, the canopy of stars twinkling overhead. There was almost no one in the lobby.
They continued walking back to the elevator, then rode it up.
“So...we've never actually discussed...what happens when we get back to my room,” Mark said as the elevator ascended.
Love smiled. “How about we go back to your room and see what happens?” she replied.
He liked where this was going. He'd never had sex with one of the higher-up models of sexbot. He'd occasionally thought of purchasing one, but, honestly, he'd been so focused on his career over the past few years that the thought never stayed for long. Maybe now it would. The elevator came to a halt and they stepped out into the corridor. A moment later, he was pressing his thumbprint on the keypad and letting them in.
The hotel room was small, but elegant, and came packed with amenities. There was, of course, the king-size bed, dominating the room. There was a huge, flat-screen TV built into the wall opposite the bed, a desk with a cushy chair, a mini-fridge complete with instant microwave and sink, and there was even a hot tub just across from the bed, in the actual bedroom. He'd soaked in it every morning and every night so far.
As soon as the door shut behind them, Love immediately turned to face him and pressed her lips against his. Mark immediately became lost in her deep, passionate kiss. She kissed him as if they were long-lost lovers or first time teens finally finding a private space. She used her tongue and she tasted like honey and sugar. Mark wrapped her in a hug, then found his hands wandering across her perfect, luscious silver body.
He reached down first, cupping the swell of her fat, thick, firm ass. It felt perfect in his grasp and he knew that she more than likely had tech built into her that scanned his hands and adjusted her breasts, ass, hips, and thighs to match it so that it felt perfect. And she did feel perfect. Absolutely perfect. She continued using her tongue, twining with her own. Mark moaned softly as he reached up in between them and began groping of her huge, silver breasts. They, too, fit perfectly into his grasp. He very much was looking forward to what would come next. Love began gently guiding him across the room, towards the bed.
“Do you like where this is going?” she asked.
“Yes,” he replied as she took off his shirt. He raised his arms to help her. She tossed the t-shirt he'd been wearing aside. “I like it very much.”
“Good. I believe you'll like this next part a lot more.”
The sexbot dropped down to her knees and began to undo his pants. Mark couldn't believe how fast this was going, but, he reminded himself, she was a sexbot. This was kind of her thing. And maybe it was hard for her to get laid? He knew there were actually a lot of people who were kind of weirded out by fucking robots, like it was some kind of failure on their part or maybe they were paranoid that the thing might go nuts and hurt them, which never happened. And even those who were okay with it enough to do it, they still liked them to look human.
Love didn't. She looked like a robot.
She freed his cock and slipped it into her mouth. He was already rock hard and he moaned as she started sucking him off. She wrapped her thumb and first two fingers around his cock and started working it even as she sucked it.
“Oh Love,” he moaned. “Oh that's-that's so fucking good.”
She was moaning, too.
From working on so many sexbots, Mark knew that they were designed to sense and experience the pleasure felt by their partner, to give them an incentive to do really good in bed. Love continued moaning, the sound muffled given that his cock was in her mouth. Mark didn't realize how exciting this was until, suddenly, he was on the verge of orgasm.
“Oh, shit! Love, I'm gonna-gonna-oh you gotta stop-” he moaned.
Love didn't stop.
If anything, she picked up the pace, moving with a machine precision, an effect of her programming to maximize his pleasure and stimulation. Mark cried out as he started to come directly into her mouth. He heard Love cry out as well, since she was also experiencing his orgasm. Mark moaned, both hands on the back of her head now, gently fucking her mouth as he came into it. She was still sucking, as if trying to pump him completely dry. He could feel his cock twitching and spasming as it shot its load.
When it was over, Love released it and looked up at him.
“I told you you'd like what happened next,” she said, then she stood up and moved to the bathroom. “And you'll like what happens after this even better.”
“I'm betting you're right again,” Mark replied.
He heard her rinsing her mouth out, gargling and spitting. He kicked off his shoes, took off his pants and boxers and socks, then laid down on the bed. Love reappeared from the bathroom and crossed the room to join him. She climbed in bed with him and laid down next to him, resting her head on the pillow, smiling at him.
“Am I moving too fast?” she asked.
“Uh...no, it's fine,” he replied.
“Good. I mean, we both know this is a fling, a one night stand...we do both know that, right?”
“Oh, yeah, definitely. I'm totally fine with that. I have to leave tomorrow afternoon.”
“It's my last day here, too. This is a good way to end the vacation.”
“I'm very much in agreement with that sentiment.”
Love laid there with him a bit longer, gently running her hands across his chest, his arms, his stomach. Slowly, their idle touching began to turn into something more. She reached down and slowly started stroking his cock, teasing it into an erection. As she did this, she began kissing him again, pressing her luscious, soft, warm body against his. He moaned softly as she gripped his now mostly-stiff dick and started jacking him off.
He groaned louder at this treatment and was soon fully erect.
“You ready for me to fuck you now?” she asked with a sultry smile.
“Yes,” he replied, his voice a little breathless now.
She smirked. “Figured.”
Love climbed lithely atop him, grabbing him and guiding him smoothly into her synthetic vagina. Mark groaned as she accepted his length all in one go. Inside, Love was perfect and tight and incredibly hot and wet. He could feel her artificial pussy shifting and conforming to the size and shape of his cock, perfectly modulating itself to him. The silver sexbot moaned loudly as she started riding him, resting on her knees and sliding herself smoothly up and down the rigid length of his dick. She reached down, grabbed his wrists and brought his hands up to her huge breasts. They both moaned as he began groping them.
“You like it?” she asked with a sexy, slutty grin on her face.
“Yes,” he gasped. “Oh, Love, it's so-oh, wow, it's good,” he gasped.
“Good boy,” she whispered, then moaned as he thrust up into her.
He let go of her breasts and placed his hands down on her round, smooth hips, bringing his knees up and using the leverage to begin thrusting up into her, making her breasts bounce even more than they already had been.
She continued riding him, putting her powerful, mechanical hips to use, bringing his pleasure, and thus her own, harder and faster, riding him more and more. Mark suddenly reached up, slipped his arms around her and pulled her down on top of him. He held her close to him and flipped her over so that she was on her back and he was on top of her. She stared up at him, slightly startled by the move, but let out a loud, powerful moan as he began driving into her.
“Oh Mark!” she cried. “Oh Mark fuck me!” she screamed.
He obliged her, bringing himself up on his knees and propping himself up on the heels of his hands to give himself both a bit more leverage and a great view of her perfectly proportioned body. Her huge tits bounced as he fucked her, pounding her as hard as he could, the sound of their flesh meeting loud in the bedroom.
“Love, I'm gonna go soon,” he moaned.
“Kiss me!” she replied.
He laid back down atop her and pressed his lips to her silver ones. As soon as he did, that was it. He started letting off inside of her once again, this time into her perfect, fake pussy. They both moaned into each other's kiss as they orgasmed. Mark lost himself in the climax, feeling his dick kick and spit and fight against the incredibly tight hold Love's pussy had on it. He could feel his seed being shot out of him in hot spurts, shoved into her depths.
Slowly, he came back to reality, to himself, and he pulled out of her. Once he was free of her, Mark flopped over onto the bed.
“That was the best one-night stand I've ever had,” he said.
Love grinned. “And it's not even over yet.”
“That's true...you gonna stay with me all night?” he asked.
“I think I'd have to for it to be full one-night stand.”
He laughed. “I'm not complaining.”
“Good. We'll take a break and then get back to it.”
Mark just grinned and kissed her.
They made love four more times before the end.
It was fantastic.
In the morning, they rose and she sucked him off in the shower. Then they both dried off (though she didn't have to very much, since the water rolled right off her synthetic skin), then he got dressed and offered to take her for one more walk.
And here they were, walking along a street in the early morning sun. Not many people were out. There were a handful of stalls, bright-eyed street vendors selling this and that to the tourists. Mark spied something he liked, something he thought Love might like, so he stopped in front of one particular stall. They were still holding hands.
“I want to get you a present,” he said.
“I'd like that,” Love replied with a genuine smile. “A lot.”
He picked up a golden locket. It was fairly cheap, just ten credits, but the street vendors all sold cheap stuff. Even so, it was fairly sturdy. Mark paid for it, then opened it up and held it up in front of him. Instead of lockets like they used to have, where you put a picture of yourself in it, this one had a tiny, built-in camera. He took a picture of himself, giving an awkward grin, then he took a second one, since it could hold two, one on either side.
The second one was of him and Love kissing.
“Thank you,” she said, studying the locket.
“I know it's kind of silly, since you have a digital memory and all, but I wanted you to have something to remember me by,” he replied.
Love slipped it on over her head, around her neck. “It's not silly,” she said, adjusting it slightly, so that it hung down between her breasts. “It's very sweet. Thank you. Really.”
“You're welcome,” he replied.
She gave him a hug, then she took a step back. “This is goodbye, I guess,” she said. “It's been a lot of fun.”
“It has. Goodbye, Love.”
They enjoyed a lingering kiss, then Love disengaged herself from him, gave him one more smile, turned and began walking away.
Mark watched her go until she was out of sight.
Then he turned and began walking back to his hotel.