“That cheating prick!”
Andrea yelled as she walked out of the basement. She knew he had been doing something other than “working out” in the basement for the last six months. He hadn’t lost any weight, if anything he had put on a few pounds. He was never in the mood anymore, always claiming he was exhausted after his lengthy exercise routines.
Her suspicions were confirmed as she opened the closet in the furthest corner, revealing a male HJ-46 unit, in hibernation mode. The plastic on its hands had a groove worn in it - this machine had been getting quite some use. She thought, “If this is how it’s gonna be, I’m gonna get in on it too. Hell, he probably bought it with money from our joint checking account.”
She fired up the machine and looked it in the eye-camera.
“HJ-46, what are your capabilities?” She asked, sounding assertive and confident.
“I am a pleasure model. I provide relief for my master.”
“I am your new master. Provide relief for me.”
“Unable to process command.” The machine was unblinking and emotionless. Its mouth didn’t move when it spoke.
She pulled the machine into the light and saw its full form. It had no genitalia, no tongue, and its fingers were an uninviting hard smooth plastic.
“Give me your robot dick, NOW!” Andrea screamed, simultaneously mad at her husband and frustrated by the android. Her angry arousal was infuriating.
“I have no external accessories. I was not configured for a woman’s pleasure.”
Andrea let herself cool off for a second. She knew that her husband, while unfaithful, must have his reasons for investing the thousands of dollars in a machine. Surely it could do more than only one thing!
“What specific capabilities do you have, HJ-46? What could you possibly provide my husband that I cannot?”
The robot turned its head and looked her in the eye and said simply, “I was built for jacking off my master.”