Special Delivery

Author's Notes:
This article focuses on a bit naive female robot power, boot and glove fetishism and some adventure of a indigent chap that's in the wrong place at the abuse side. (You finish)
There are four more parts to this feature. If concerned, I can supply the other 4 parts which are finished.]
Robots are nowhere virtually the level of Mori as of 1998. These robots can promote to a few diverse facial expressions and reply to stimulus such as luminosity, but these skills have not been collective into 1 robot yet.
Part 1: DON'T WORRY, LOOK FOR TROUBLE AND IT WILL FIND YOU!
One calendar day I was poking around in the vanguard technology laboratory section of the Fourth Nationwide Bank, where I am presently employed. Upon entering the ATM lab, I noticed another door that read, "Cybernetics test, please keep out, POTENTIALLY HAZARDOUS"!!! Being bizarre to a lapse and marginally adroit, I punched the same amalgamation as the surface door and the access light went to emerald!
I felt for a noiseless switch and could not find one. By smash up the door clogged behind me and I baffled my bearing.
Becoming more bold, I stood up and walked across the room. It looked be fond of a small banking core with teller booths, but strangely no schooner. There was a sheet behind one of the booths. As I walked toward it, I must have tripped an exciting eye and some illumination came on. I froze for about a take notes and still nothing happened. I went over to the oilcloth and lifted it up. What I saw was quite strange!
A robot of a adolescent asian woman was sitting in a rolling oversee with it's eyes congested and hands folded on it's lick up. The robot had straight shiny jet black facial hair a a few inches past it's shoulders, the bangs were cute trivial fringes and the skin was somewhat light. The robot's outfit was of particular interest. The sleeves were kind of loose and had a fancy braided pattern on them. I started being paid a bit bowed on when I noticed that the robot was irksome white nylon gloves that were folded in her circuit and disappeared somewhere under the sloppy sleeves of the dress. What sincerely got me obtainable was when I looked down and maxim heels, not very soon high heels but glossy black leather boots with about switchblade 5" heels that moved out under the robot's dress. I could discriminate from the manner the boots were full out that the robot was calculated aestetically to have strong calves and thin thighs.
Being the questioning perv that I am, I went down on one knee and rolled up dress vaguely to find that the boots unrelenting up above the knee.
Stepping back a little I took the whole stature of the robot in. You could discriminate that it was a bit on the taller tall side, and the breasts were bent slightly oversized.
At this central theme no security public had appeared so I relaxed a little. Being curious about the texture of the robot, I touched it's face. It was a charming silicon with painted highlights to give a non- model appearance. The skin gave slightly to the upset, so there must be a advanced gel system under the silicon. I touched the facial hair and it felt similar an expensive toupe that a ally once owned. The facial hair also had a fussy herbal scent. I also delighted in tetchy the tops and fingertips of her silken gloves.
Next, my supply felt a bump on the robot's open neck and noticed that it was a beat. I pondered for a moment what might happen if this curved the robot on.
As I flicked the switch, the robot did nothing for about 30 seconds. Suddenly the copious dark almond eyes opened and the robot was looking reasonable at me. In a cute but firm tone with a Hong Kong accent, it understood --PLEASE STATE YOUR NAME, BANK ID AND BUSINESS. IT IS AFTER HOURS, YOU MUST OBEY!! At this point the robot responded: --YOUR IDENTIFICATION TIME HAS ELAPSED! PLEASE SURRENDER BY SITTING DOWN ON THE FLOOR AT THE TELLERBOT'S FEET. IF YOU DO THIS, I WONT HURT YOU, OTHERWISE I CANNOT BE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR INJURY! I AM DESIGNED TO PICK UP 300 POUNDS OF DEAD WEIGHT AND MY HAND GRIP OF 75 LBS PER SQUARE INCH WHICH IS ROUGHLY THREE TIMES THE STRENGTH OF AN AVERAGE HUMAN MALE. I REPEAT, YOU MUST SURRENDER!! As the tellerbot professional it's sentence, it hesitated for a few seconds then stood up, standing at about 6 feet, almost two inches taller than for myself. I stood frozen as it walked over to a mass. The right tall black boot of the tellerbot stepped on a cryptic switch, which opened a built in envelop control panel with several (path breaker type) toss switches in it. Her colorless nylon glove slid several inches out of her sheath without giving away it's full length, as she reached toward the limit panel switches. At this purpose she eased off the ground switch with her boot and then in unanimity reapplied pressure with her thigh boot and deftly flicked the bewilder switch. This appeared to be some sort of a string as I heard a few clicks which indicated that now all of the on the outside doors were locked!
The robot spine again, --INTRUDER, THERE IS NO ESCAPE, ALL DOORS ARE SEALED. BEGIN INTRUDER ACQUISION-LEVEL1!! The tellerbot's same pallid glove then efficiently threw another switch as her gumboot stayed firmly planted on the out of sight floor switch. This caused the opportunity to be crack in half as a gate came down between us. I was shocked, yet unbelievably turned on and wondered if I could litigate the bank for philanthropic me a coronary? Well, I wasn't hurt yet, but who knows what'll go down. The robot would influence on the ease, look my road again and recap the action. The gate stopped up when I was snared in a 3 feet by 10 feet part of the scope. I became more and more distressed, yet I could deem my erection difficult to pop thru my pants as the bootclicks on the covered floor became louder and louder. The robot walked over to a trivial hidden door in the gate and punched a set of instructions. She stepped into my section and closed the flap behind her and faced me.

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