Chapter 34: Paul

Thoughts

Events

At Lady Heather's, whomever is closest answers the doorbell. This mixes up the task among all the fembots, and is to their benefit. Every visitor to this House will be a first time visitor once, and many of these are quite enamored of the first fembot they actually meet. This helps spread the new clients across the staff, giving each fembot first chances with some clients. After all, one never knows when Mr. Right will walk through that heavy wooden door. The system works well, despite a particular fembot's desire to always try and be there first.

This time Darlene was closest, and the only one actually unoccupied at the moment. It was mid-morning,

Outside stood a young man of twenty-nine years of age, who frankly didn't look to be a typical customer. If anything, he looked lost.

Darlene was wearing the current Parlor working uniform consisting of a sheer pink top with a faux fur collar and virtually transparent fabric down to her waist where another ruff of fur encircled her midriff. A pink sequined G-string provided her only passing attempt at modesty. She was completely nude below that tiny G-string, right down to her lovely bare feet, which was a recent fad that made her seem even more naked. She saved her stilettos for the private rooms.

All this did nothing to hide her outrageously large, firm bust, dark generous areolae, and proudly out-thrust nipples. She looked like someone who was never intended to actually go outdoors, which also appealed to many patron's fantasies.

And nestled down in the deep valley between those overachieving breasts was her remote - almost lost in there. Over time these outfits have changed as tastes drift in new directions, although they've been getting much briefer of late - not that any of the fembots ever minded.

At the House right now, pretty much all the fembots adopted this dress, including Alexis. Only CiCi and Synthia kept to their usual outfits because of their special needs. And FiFi was still the quintessential French Maid.

"I'm Darlene," she mellifluously told the new visitor. "Do you have an appointment?"

The young man (they all seem young when you've reached Darlene's age) seemed flustered. It was as if whatever he had expected, this wasn't it.

"Uh, no," he quickly replied to her non-threatening question. "But I'm looking for someone."

Darlene appraised him, far more thoroughly than he realized. In addition to his confusion she saw honesty, rather than deceit. That scored well with her systems. It wasn't as if men didn't try to gain entrance here under false pretenses. And he'd passed the doorbell test.

"You think a friend of yours is visiting here?" she inquired sweetly.

"No, it's not that. It's a fembot I'm looking for," came his unexpected reply. That was interesting, since she knew he'd never been a visitor at this House before.

Darlene considered her reply carefully. "We have several fembots in residence at the moment. Are you sure I can't interest you in myself, however?"

Darlene's experience already told her that this young man was lacking the confidence one gained through having a few excellent sexual encounters. She wouldn't mind at all being the first one to give him such an experience. His awkward honesty also appealed to her at a deep level. She also wouldn't mind being commanded by him at the same time. She was fascinated that he was hunting for a fembot in the first place. Few humans ever admitted that they were looking for fembots at all, let alone a specific one. She was also intrigued by a momentary flash of recognition in his eyes, although it was quickly gone afterwards.

"Thank you," he mumbled, "But you're not her."

Despite his rejection of her, Darlene found she admired the respect and deference he was showing her. Such an attitude from a human still resonated deeply inside her. If this earnest young man was looking for another fembot, she would be a lucky fembot indeed to be found by him. Darlene quickly evaluated that there was little risk, and possibly much gain, from admitting him to the House.

"Do you have a name?"

"Paul," he said awkwardly.

Standing aside she said, "I'm Darlene. Please come in. I'll show you around."

Paul stepped into the cool dimness of the House.

Darlene gently took his arm and guided him into the Parlor. It was still a quiet time of the morning, and Cindy, Daphne, and Arlette all looked up with interest as Paul entered.

Darlene introduced Paul to each fembot, each of whom made their own offer to Paul to spend some time getting better acquainted. Paul's credence with Darlene increased immensely as he gently turned each one down as not what he was here looking for. A less serious man would have likely accepted at least one of their offers.

Arlette had been practicing her pouting, realizing that it was expected from a fembot of her class. She gave Paul a magnificent one when he turned down her offer. Darlene knew it wasn't serious however. Fembots don't have the rejection problems of most humans - at least when it is someone other than their owner rejecting them. That last case can be seriously disturbing, depending on just how it happens.

"I guess she's not here," Paul mumbled to Darlene, pulling away from her grasp preparatory to leaving.

"Don't go so quickly," she replied. "A couple girls are busy upstairs, and another pair are out running errands at the moment. They'll be back in a while." Looking at him appraisingly she added, "You look like you've come a long way to leave before you're completely sure."

That was true, and Paul finally allowed Darlene to guide him to an overstuffed chair in the far corner. "Wait as long as you wish," she reassured him.

Paul settled back uneasily into the chair. Darlene easily assessed his mood. He'd clearly never been in a place like this, and was very uncomfortable about being here at all. He shouldn't have had to worry about it at all. The House prided itself on never surprising any of its patrons in unpleasant ways. And you were a patron the moment you were admitted through the door.

Despite the calm and quiet in the house - the loudest sound being the grandfather clock ticking away softly in the hall - Darlene sensed Paul's tension ramping up by the minute. And although she and the other girls had politely given him his space by returning to their previous activities, Darlene kept a surreptitious eye on him out of genuine concern for his wellbeing.

At some point Arlette silently rose and disappeared into the back of the house. Paul jumped when she suddenly reappeared beside him with a silver tray of petit fours and finger sandwiches. Before she could even say anything, Paul was wildly waving her away. Arlette retreated in confusion.

Darlene caught what happened. Her extensive sex-worker database quickly identified the probable cause. She let Paul calm down before she circumspectly approached him again.

"Hi," she said, with her engaging smile.

"Hi," he responded cautiously.

"I fear you may have misunderstood Arlette's intentions. There is never a charge for hospitality in this House. And any other fees are discussed and agreed to well in advance."

"I'm sorry," Paul said, hanging his head. "I didn't understand."

Darlene understood perfectly. Reaching down to touch his shoulder lightly, she got the desired result as he looked back up at her.

"You were being gallant, and trying not to take advantage. That is more respectful than many people we see here, and all of us appreciate that."

That finally got a smile out of Paul, as Darlene had intended. She left for a moment, and brought the tray back herself.

"Thank you," Paul mumbled, taking the closest item for a bite, and discovering he was actually quite hungry. "Tell her I'm sorry," he added, as Darlene set the tray down on a table beside him. "I know she was just being nice."

"Tell her yourself," Darlene said, quietly signaling for Arlette to return.

"I'm sorry," Paul said, looking Arlette directly in the eyes. "I just hadn't come in here for... well, you know... that."

"I understand," Arlette said in her lilting English with a French touch. "Not everyone who visits our house goes beyond this room. But all friends are welcome."

Hearing that, Paul took another sandwich, while Arlette pulled over a chair and made small talk. Despite her immensely distracting appearance, Paul found himself relaxing, and soon was just talking to a nice, pretty girl.