"There's time for another round. I'm glad you're a robot with a full magazine."
Inwardly, Cord groaned. He'd be found out for sure, now. But she went into another talking jag, repeating all she had said and by the time she came back for more, he got stiff and was able to fuck her a second time. His huge delight at her smooth, supple body and getting away with the robot charade, were enough to make him robot-hot that night.
Dressed, stiff and formal, the Rands sat down to discuss the situation after Cord and Nancy had left.
"The country needs some relief, some fun. Arguing about sex robots and Smart Suits might be a pleasant diversion," said Monty, with a sidelong look at Gwen.
"There's that." She was slightly startled at his acceptance. "Then there are the lonely people. They'd be less of a burden on friends and relatives. I might vote for the A-C project."
Startled, but pleased, Monty said: "I think I might too. It would put an end to misguided attempts to convert ordinary robots and the harm that does."
"Yes on the robots and suits, then," said a pleased Gwen.
"Yes on the robots and suits. No on the Golden Water."
They shook hands…
Nelson met again with Cord and Nancy two days later. He bubbled with good spirits. He told them the Board of A-C had agreed on production of both the Smart Suits and the sex robots. In about ten days when the public announcements were made the little-known A-C would suddenly become the most publicized of the nineties. The stock would go crazy.
"Wait a minute," said Cord. "What about Washington?"
"I'm thinking the same thing," said Nancy. "We whipped Ellers, we convinced the Rands. But Ellers told you all about the opposition and delays they would give us."
Nelson's grin had never been wider.
"He was wrong. He forgot there were other, more powerful departments in Washington that could kill those delays. For instance, the Defense Department has put in a tentative order, secret of course, for two hundred thousand female robots, and a few male. They have half a million soldiers, airmen and navy people scattered across the world. The servicemen are always getting in trouble with local populations, getting married or chasing local wives and getting the natives angry, as well as relatives back home."
"We win!" cheered Nancy.
"What about my Smart Suits?" asked Cord.
"Welfare wants two hundred thousand, male and female. They're sure it will cut the rate of unwanted pregnancies among the poor right in half, or lower. The enhanced sex sensations should overcome the reluctance of people to use them."
Cord grinned. Nelson told them that Defense and Welfare had scotched all opposition from other departments and A-C would recover development costs from these orders alone.
Nancy wandered out of her lab and down to the snack center in the building, tired but happy. The past two weeks had been fantastic. Outside the wall the battle raged, a happy fight between the pros and cons because the public couldn't lose in this debate, with no tax money spent, no war or disaster threatened. No one had been able to stop the pros so far, and she didn't think they would, no matter how much the conservative element was shocked.
For her, and she guessed Cord as well, it was a rugged time in the lab. Converting hand-made robots into production line models was a demanding and absorbing work. In addition, they now had public relations functions, speeches to give, TV appearances to make. Nelson couldn't handle them all himself so he sent Nancy and Cord out. They were getting their own first tastes of power and prestige. Tonight, Nancy wore her purple velvet suit with the silver trim that she had bought during her field tests in New York. It was evening, later she had to appear on a talk show.
A shadow fell across the plate of salad she took from the vending machine. She looked up to see the weary, but smiling face of Cord Bannister. He wore a silver jumpsuit. He also had an evening appearance to make.
She popped a Coffee All and toasted him. "I suppose you've heard that marketing wants a unisex robot designed."
"To sell with a Smart Suit," laughed Cord. "Out of one fire and into the next. But it's a clever idea to combine our inventions. Robot and human, human and suit, robot, human and suit."
"And we become a footnote in history," she sighed.
"I'm more worried about what happens tomorrow. Nelson's gone home and he left his office open. I've been thinking we should rifle that mound of papers on his desk." His eyes glittered.
She looked up at him. She grinned and jumped up.
"The salad can wait. Let's go look. He's thrown us enough curves without warning."
Nelson's huge office was dark and deserted. Cord closed and locked the door, put on the golden desk light and chuckled.
"The old boy's spent a fortune redecorating in here, now that we've made him important and powerful. Look at that new sofa."
Nancy joined him at the desk bending over to pick up the papers.
"I don't care about his furniture, I only… unk!"
Cord grabbed her from behind, hugging her, pressing his cock against her ripe ass.
"I think it's ahhhh, appropriate we should do it in his office the first time. Symbolic."
"Cord!"
"You're a luscious doll. The night we went to the Rands I turned on. Or maybe it was the night at the Ellers'."
"You crud! We're rivals. Do you think I'm going to let you… ahhhh, Don't!"
He had reached a hand over her hip to rub her cunt as he held her.
"Got to. Always wanted to plug a lady who fucks robots," he laughed.
"I won't let you touch me wearing your stupid smart suit."
"Why? I'm not prejudiced because you sleep with electronic machines."
"Oh, damn it, Cord." She was getting excited in spite of herself. This big-shouldered guy was turning her on.
"Besides, I'm not wearing a Smart Suit. After all the testing I've done I don't need one too much."
"And I don't have sex with robots," she gasped. "Oh, oh, oh!"
He moved her to the sofa. She didn't want to have sex with him, did she? DID SHE?
"Cord, now listen to mmmmmmmm."
He hugged her in a fantastic wet kiss. She thrilled from her toes to her skull. Her cunt had started to flow. In the dim light of the office with him so handsome in that silver suit and the door locked…
"Baby!"
He felt up her ass and his hands sneaked down and around to jazz her cunt some more.
"You'll make me wet my pants!" she gasped.
"Take'em off."
"Awwwww, now, Cord."
"You're so damn romantic," he laughed. He unzipped her suit. She had nothing on underneath, nothing at all.
"Who's talking romance," she said. "Oh, don't, my breasts."
He had released her big breasts and his mouth went down on one hard nipple. The other one received the homage of his palm. She thrilled.
"You're a cunt hound," she gasped. "All this sex, working with it, testing."
"Think of me as just another sex robot," he crooned. He left off kissing her breasts long enough to strip her suit down. "That suit is the sexiest garment I ever saw a woman wear, but I want what is underneath."
"I don't think I'll let you fuck me," she protested as he took her down on Nelson's new sofa.
"I understand." His prick dug for her swollen cunt. He found it, and he violated her.
"Don't you at least believe in foreplay, oh, oh," she went.
"Do you? We've both been spoiled. We deserve one another, true, oh, oh,what a tight cunt… true degenerates!"
They rocked in silence.