My New Erotic Companion

I bought her on a Thursday and my heart stood still. It was on my lunch hour when I saw her in the window of the department store.  At that time, I wasn’t looking for an Erotic Companion. I can say that it was the furthest thing from my mind. Nevertheless, she was a High End Companion, one of the newest models. She had nothing in common with her predecessors, the Companions built more than fifteen years ago, after the world lost more than eighty percent of the women on earth.

The disease attacked only females. They stopped it, but not until the world suffered catastrophic losses. The human population stabilized eventually, thanks to artificial gestation pods that housed fertilized eggs harvested decades ago. Therefore, the only real void, left by the absence of most of the world’s women, was that of a man’s mate. Overnight, prostitution and escort services became legal and most of the women in these professions became millionaires.

Another industry sprang up in the wake of the devastating loss. Robotics companies began manufacturing Erotic Companions. That is, anatomically correct female droids. At first, they were little more than animated blowup dolls, but like all technology before them, they improved greatly over the years. By the time I stood outside that department store window, the low end models sold for under $50 and the high end models sold for over $2000. That high price purchased a Companion that was almost a real woman.  They grew their skin and hair in labs from real samples. They had real vaginas and breasts.

Worth the Price

However, that almost didn’t matter, or even occur to me, as I stood there looking at the beauty in the window. By this time, I had a high paying job as a medical researcher, so price was no issue. I bought the red-headed Companion as soon as I got off work. Companions had become so real that the government now demanded that each one come with its own serial number and name.

This was done in reaction to incidents where they were passed off as actual women in marriage ceremonies. This was not currently legal, although they were trying to get a law pushed through to give companions some rights as citizens. However, at the moment, my Erotic Companion had no rights and her name and serial number and other pertinent information was tattooed on her back between her shoulder blades. I would have to go to the courthouse the next day and register as her owner.

But that was tomorrow, I thought to myself. I got her home and got my first chance to really look at her. I truly hadn’t seen that many women up close. My mother had died in the epidemic when I was 10 and any other experience I had came from old television shows and porn sites on the web. My Companion was tall and had dark red hair and green eyes. She had a slight build with long legs. Her breasts were big, but not huge. She arrived with several outfits, her measurements included in the instructions.   I can buy her a wardrobe if I want.  At the moment, she was wearing jeans and a white tank top. She had a simple pair of white sandals on her feet. Her make up was perfect. She was the perfect woman.

Read the Directions Carefully

There were specific instructions on things that intimacy with her entailed. Apparently, I could fuck her all I wanted. She could be aroused and have an orgasm. Her skin was waterproof, so showering together was possible. How she performed sexually depended entirely on what personality chip I chose. The department store gave me a suitcase and a small nylon case that contained personality chips. These chips were to be inserted in a card reader located discreetly on her lower back. I looked through these and inserted the one titled, ‘Sexy Flirt.’

After about 30 seconds, my Companion smiled at me for the first time. “Hi,” she said, and asked me my name. Her voice was low and sultry. We talked for a while and got to know each other. She told me about her life, programmed and unchangeable memories of a series of events on her basic memory chip. By the time I was ready to go to bed, we were making out on the sofa and I had a huge hard on.

I don’t know if I will love her forever, but I know that I want to fuck her. And that is enough for me.

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