“Watch ooout!” Mika entered the laundry room holding a pile of dirty laundry that raised above her head. She dropped the pile on the floor and started stuffing sheets and duvet covers into free washing machines. Sarah and Jay, who happened to be in the laundry room, began to help.

By the old tradition, this hotel network employed young girls as maids, from fourteen to eighteen years old. The payment was decent and the duties were simple (although sometimes physically demanding), so the girls were happy to spend all their free time at work.

“Have you heard the news?” Jay asked, untangling the laundry. “The management of the hotel network has bought a big shipment of robot maids and is distributing them to the hotels. We’ll get four or five by tomorrow.”

“These robots are the big thing these days,” Mika said thoughtfully. She closed the filled washing machine, turned it on and went to the next one. “I wonder what these robot maids are good for...”

“Could they replace us?” Sarah asked worriedly. “I like this job and don’t want to lose it...”

“Who knows?” Jay shrugged. “I haven’t seen them myself. Anyway, there are only a few of them and they are expensive. It would take a long time to replace all of us at this rate.”

“We should find out more about these robots,” Mika decided. “Maybe they turn out to be useless after all...”

After work, Mika, Sarah and Jay gathered in the locker room to change. There were six other girls who were also changing to or from work. As usual, the girls changed in front of each other without any shame. Their uniforms included everything down to panties, tights and bras (for those girls who already needed them), so it was a common thing among the maids to be naked in the locker room and shower together.

Everyone was excited about the arrival of the AI maids. Some girls were excited to see them, others were skeptical. Everyone agreed that the hotel management probably wanted to test these robot maids before expanding their use throughout the network.

Jay, who had arrived early and had time to read some information on the Internet, told everyone what she knew. According to the information, the robot maids were intended to perform all maid tasks, unsupervised, potentially replacing humans in that position - the last sentence was not included in the brochures so as not to scare people, but it was obvious.

They heard scratching in the back door lock, and the door opened.

“Hi girls!” Sam, one of the hotel technicians, looked inside.

“Hiii!” “Hi Sam!” the girls cheered. They liked him. None of them were embarrassed to stand naked in front of Sam because they knew he was gay.

“What’s going on?”

“We’re expanding your locker room,” Sam explained, showing them the room by the door. “Those new AI maids will be here tomorrow, you know. They will be living here. Um...” he paused. “Or stored here? I don’t know how to address these robots. Anyway, this will be their place.”

The girls looked, curious. The room was exactly like theirs, only smaller and with more sockets on the walls. Everything else was the same, including lockers and some couches.

“Hmm ... I have the feeling that we are just adding some more regular girls to our team...” Mika mused.

“Let’s see tomorrow!”

Tomorrow morning, everyone crowded into the hotel lobby, even those who were off duty, even those who were on shift, except for a few unfortunate ones who could not break their assignments. Everyone was eager to see the robot maids.

Mika was also here with her friends. They were supposed to be in school, but they all asked to leave today, saying that there was an urgency at work. Really, they were almost telling the truth.

The girls made their way through the crowd to the front door (“Please let us to the front! We are maids, we need to meet our new coworkers!”). People laughed, but they let them through.

Mika really did not know what to expect. Maybe a truck with boxes, some workers unloading and unpacking the robots ... Mika imagined them to be like droids from science fiction movies, moving awkwardly and speaking with artificial voices.

The reality was quite different. A simple minivan with the AI company logo pulled up to the entrance, and its passengers opened the doors and stepped out one by one. The girls gasped. These were ... not robots!

Five girls, all looking around fourteen years old, followed by the man with papers in hand, walked to the entrance, chatting, smiling, and looking around as any girl would in a new place. They weren’t identical at all, they had different faces, hair, heights and shapes. The only details that caught your eye were their bags with the company logo and their outfits. The girls wore maid’s uniforms that could have come from a hentai anime: crimson, short and revealing. All the newcomers were barefoot.

They were absolutely stunning - not robots, real girls who walked and talked like any girl on the street or in school. Mika instinctively looked at Sarah and Jay - they looked as if they had been struck by lightning and couldn’t take their eyes off the newcomers.

The people in the lobby stepped aside to make way for the AI maids. The girls stepped in and stood, bowing, waving and smiling. Mr. Simpson, the top manager of the hotel, shook hands with the escort, they exchanged a few words, signed the papers, and the man went back to the van.

“Welcome to our team!” Mr. Simpson said to them. “I believe you’ll fit right in.”

“Thanks! We’ll do our best!” the AI maids bowed and laughed.

Mika was amazed. They laughed just like humans, she could not tell the difference!

“Girls,” Mr. Simpson said to the maids, “help your new colleagues to their place. I will be with you soon to talk to you all.” He turned to the other people in the hall. “So, you have seen them. Gradually, in time, you will all have a chance to get to know each other better. For now, please return to your duties!”

The crowd began to disperse. The human maids approached the robot maids. They looked at each other curiously.

“Please...” Sarah held out her hand, and the nearest robot maid took it gently. “Oh ... Please follow us. We will show you our place.”

“Of course! Thank you!”

And the girls, both human and robot, left the lobby.

“This is the maid’s room,” Sarah explained, leading the newcomers to the maid’s room. “This is where we change, shower, rest and everything else. And your room is here...” She showed them to the back door.

The AI maids nodded, entered, and began unpacking, exchanging words and looking around. Their bags contained two spare sets of the same uniform (which they stashed in the lockers) and plug cables (which they casually tossed on the tables and couches under the outlets). That was all.

The girls crowded around the door, staring curiously, not knowing how to begin the conversation. Fortunately, Mr. Simpson had just entered, so everyone turned to him.

“Hello again...” he sat down in the nearest chair. “Please take a seat, this could be a long talk...”

“So the future has come to us,” he continued as all the girls sat around, the AIs between them. He winced. “Let’s skip the catchphrases. I’m sure you’re all insecure and curious about your future, all of you, I don’t make a difference between humans and robots here. Well, I’m in the same completely new reality as you now ... So let me give you some advice.”

“Threaten newcomers just like normal girls,” he continued. “I have seen them in their factory, and I assure you that would be the best thing to do. Make friends, talk to them, help them learn our rules, everything. The rest will follow.”

The AIs nodded and smiled. The girls looked at them, and some of them smiled, too.

“Any questions at this point?”

Mika raised her hand.

“Mr. Simpson...” she began. “Will we ... will we eventually be replaced by them? Will we lose our jobs?”

Mr. Simpson sighed. “Eventually, I believe, even I will be replaced by an AI,” he said. “But not yet. Please do not be afraid. We won’t be firing anyone for years to come. You may have less work soon, but your salary won’t go down.”

The girls sighed with obvious relief.

“Think of this as just the staff expansion,” Mr. Simpson continued. “Because it really is. Our hotel network is expanding its services to guests.” He paused. “You all know the rules, don’t you? About what guests can and cannot do with you?”

The girls nodded in agreement.

“Well,” Mr. Simpson smiled. “That part of the hotel rules is about to be updated. I’m sure you have noticed the AI maids uniform. It’s not just to distinguish them from humans. It reflects their duties.”

The girls held their breath.

“Yes,” Mr. Simpson nodded. “The AI maids can do everything you can do, and they will perform all the duties alongside you. And besides, the guests are allowed to have sex with them.”

The girls looked at the AIs in disbelief. They looked back and nodded, smiling.

“You heard me right,” Mr. Simpson continued. “They are not human, so human rules do not apply to them. You are underage girls, and as hotel employees, there are many rules that prohibit guests from having sex with you. AIs, on the other hand, are considered equipment, so there are no prohibitions regarding them. But you, I repeat, you human girls, are still forbidden to have sex with guests!”

The girls were silent. Then Jay raised her hand.

“So let me guess. The new rule for the guests would be: you cannot fuck the girls in black and white, but you are free to fuck the girls in crimson?”

Mr. Simpson chuckled. “Exactly. The wording is more formal, but the meaning is exactly the same. And also...” he looked at the AIs. “You are all still protected from physical harm and abuse, humans and robots alike. For humans it’s considered a crime, for robots it’s considered damage to valuable hotel property, but either way you’re all protected the same.”

Some of the girls breathed a sigh of relief. Others exchanged glances. The AIs nodded silently.

“Anyway,” Mr. Simpson concluded, “the changes will come gradually. For now, I suggest you get acquainted with the robot maids and share your experiences. Your supervisor will come to you later, I have things to do.”

He got up and left. Everyone watched him go. Then Sarah turned to the AIs.

“Do you have names?” she asked shyly. “How can we call you?”

“Of course,” she smiled. “I’m Martha.” She pointed to the nametag on her chest.

“Sarah.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Um ... and how do we call you ... together? As a species? I don’t like the word ‘robots’, you don’t look like robots at all ... and ‘AIs’ doesn’t sound nice...”

Martha smiled. “Our developers call us aimees. Short for ‘AI maids’, you see. You can use that word too.”

“Aimees ... aimee ... Nice!” Sarah smiled.

The girls approached each other curiously. Soon they were talking animatedly, overcoming their awkwardness. The aimees told them a little about themselves. They are created in a factory, spend the first days of their lives in the development lab, then go to the training center to practice and learn maid duties and customer service. They all start with the same pre-trained core personality, but quickly develop individual traits. They are given different physical appearances because too many identical girls just look creepy...

“That’s just some joke!” Nataly, one of the human maids, exclaimed. She examined aimee Olga’s hand closely. “You can’t be a robot! You look too natural! Look!” she pointed at her hand. “Your skin is just human! With all the little wrinkles, hairs, scratches! You have thumbprints, you have uneven nails! I don’t know why, but you’re just a girl in disguise!”

Olga laughed. “Yes, our designers have really done wonders! Since we are also meant for sex, we have to feel human in every detail! But look...”

She took off her dress and stood naked. Everyone stared. Olga had a perfectly human body, with all the fine details and natural irregularities. Then she pressed three points on her sides and her belly opened. There were electronic and mechanical blocks inside. Olga turned around and the details moved inside her.

“See?” She closed the lid and became fully human again. “We’re just very thoroughly made.”

“Wow...”

Mika sniffed Martha’s neck. It smelled nice ... knowing that Martha was an aimee, Mika would say the smell was artificial. But really, it was like a human girl with a nice perfume.

“Could we use the shower?” asked aimees.

“Why, of course! That’s our communal shower! Welcome!”

“Do you need to wash as well?” Sarah asked.

“Of course!” Olga replied. Naked, she stopped on the way to the shower and lifted her foot, sole up. “You see, we don’t sweat and our skin isn’t oily, but we still get dirty and have to wash. Especially our soles, because we are always barefoot.”

“And why are you barefoot?”

“Because it looks sexy, of course!” Olga laughed and they all went to the shower together, girls and aimees. They pressed against each other, helped each other clean up, kissed occasionally ... By the time they got back to the room and started putting on their uniforms, everyone was comfortable with the aimees. They felt like their new human friends.

The aimees were really good maids. They already knew everything a maid needed to know, they just had to learn the places and the rules of the hotel - and they learned them in one day. The girls liked to work with them, the aimees were always handy and ready to help with heavy tasks.

The hotel guests were informed about the new kind of maids, and everyone was curious. However, some were afraid of robots, so the aimees did not approach them. Instead, the girls offered to help. Guests liked both types of maids, and everyone was satisfied.

On the third day, Mika and Martha made their usual route through the floor, cleaning the rooms and changing the sheets. There was a guest in one of the rooms, a handsome man lying on a bed with a book.

“Sorry,” Mika said. “We’ll come back later to clean...”

“Oh no, no problem!” he smiled and moved to a chair. “You’re not bothering me, please do your job.”

They quickly finished the routine and were about to leave when he said, looking at Martha: “Wait, please ... Are you the AI maid they told me about?”

“Yes, I am!” she smiled at him.

“Unbelievable...” he took her hand and examined it more closely. “You look completely human ... And ... may I ... um...”

“Absolutely!” Martha laughed. “Go on,” she told Mika, “I’ll catch up with you later.”

Mika blushed a little, nodded and went out, leaving a “Do Not Disturb” sign on the doorknob.

She cleaned another room, then came back and listened to the passionate moaning from the previous room. The DND sign was still there, but, well, she would not disturb them ... Mika carefully opened the door a little and peered into the crack. Martha, naked, was enthusiastically riding the man, his hands on her small breasts, her hair flying up with every movement. She was panting and moaning with such pleasure that Mika felt butterflies in her stomach. She quietly closed the door and went to clean the next room.