"I--I think there's been some kind of mistake," Meghan stammered, her whole face going beet red as she stared at the lavender robot waiting for her on the bed. "I, um, w-when I said I wanted a, girl, I meant... um, I mean, um, I, um...." She trailed off into a horribly awkward silence, unsure of where to even begin disentangling the messy quandary of her own desires. The whole point of hiring an escort was to not have to talk about her feelings, to just be able to walk into a hotel room and let another woman guide her through the whole experience, and now she was going to have to complain to a fucking manager? It was almost enough to make her want to eat the entire six thousand dollar expense and run out of the room as fast as her legs would carry her, but the knowing stare of the Girl(tm) pinned her in place.

"I'm not sure if it helps," the Girl said, her voice smooth and measured and almost obnoxiously calm, "but I assure you I can provide you with all the same experiences a human woman has to offer, and without the attendant concerns about exploitative labor practices in a country that continues to offer inadequate legal protection to sex workers in their career of choice. My employer and I had several productive discussions about it, and we agreed to move most of the human woman in the operation to administrative functions--barring special circumstances and long-term clientele with particular emotional connections, of course."

Meghan tried to look anywhere but at the Girl's glowing eyes, but it had a peculiarly piercing stare that kept her locked onto its gaze. Even her experience staring down high-priced agents and big-name studio executives hadn't prepared for it. "W-well, I think this counts as a special occasion!" she snapped, all too aware that she sounded like a petulant child and not one of the most in-demand entertainment lawyers on the West Coast. "I, I mean, I was really hoping to... to, um, to... you know. To meet a woman. A real woman." God, how could this possibly be so difficult?

It wasn't like she hadn't met sexy women before. She'd handled contract disputes for some of the most gorgeous movie stars in Hollywood, taken depositions from pornographic actors and served papers to the hottest trophy wives. But she'd always been detached and professional during those interactions, so preoccupied with beating other lawyers that she didn't see the people she was dealing with as people. It wasn't until just last year, when she began opening up to her therapist about her lack of interest in sex and really unpacking her feelings, that Meghan began to fully connect with the desires she'd been repressing for so long. And despite her progress they still faintly terrified her.

And to her horror, it felt like the Girl knew it. "I think I understand," she murmured, in tones that sounded uncomfortably like sympathy to Meghan's self-conscious mind. "Please, come and sit down here with me. It sounds like you wanted a very special experience, and that can still happen for you, but in order to avoid any further misunderstandings I think I need to find out as much as possible about how you hoped this evening would go." Meghan gave a faint, shy nod, still acutely aware of the deep blush that refused to fade from her prickling cheeks, and let her feet carry her over to the bed.

"So tell me," the Girl asked, resting her hand reassuringly on Meghan's wrist, "am I correct in assuming that this would be your first time with another woman?" It would actually be Meghan's first time with anybody, but she couldn't possibly admit that to a glorified sex toy; Meghan had a reputation as a ball-busting, man-eating shark of a woman, and she heard just enough of the gossip about herself to know that most of the lawyers in town assumed she spent her weekends jet-setting to the Riviera to spend her time flogging latex-clad boytoys. The idea that she was still a virgin at thirty-two was far too embarrassing to simply blurt out to anyone who wasn't her therapist, and even that had taken her several years.

"It's my first time with anyone," Meghan blurted out, her shock strangely anesthetized by the flowing colors that pulsed out from the center of the Girl's glowing eyes. "My, um, my parents were very religious, expected us to get married and start pumping out babies the second we turned eighteen, and when I decided I wanted to go to law school they told me college made girls, um... they said it would have an effect on my morals. I guess I felt like I was proving them wrong, and by the time I realized I was cutting off that whole side of myself it left me with a lot to unpack."

The Girl smiled, a warm bath of praise and approval that made Meghan's whole body glow with pleasure. "That must have been very difficult for you to get past, and I think you're being very brave by taking charge of your own sexuality." That almost stung, given that Meghan's whole solution was to just pay a stranger to introduce her to lesbian sex so she didn't have to work out the uncomfortable details of what she actually wanted in the bedroom, but it felt almost impossible to get upset over anything when she was staring into those softly glowing eyes. The colors were beginning to move in concentric circles now, forming a perfect illusion of depth that half-convinced Meghan she was falling into them, and she relaxed and let it happen.

"I don't know that I was," she heard herself mumble, her voice sounding almost sleepy with indolent comfort. "Like, I know I'm into women, but I was kind of hoping that for this first time someone else could take the wheel, you know? Just, um, just let me lie back and... and relax...." Meghan's jaw went slack for a moment as a warm, wet pulse of lust throbbed between her thighs and her head wobbled on her shoulders with the force of it. She'd never realized how much of her desire for this particular scenario stemmed from a secret, sexual yearning to let someone else take control.

"It's more than just uncertainty, though, isn't it?" the Girl asked, guiding Meghan into a supine position that still allowed her to stare directly into the robot's bottomless eyes. "A part of the sexuality you're discovering is that need to surrender, to unwind some of the rigid self-control you've been holding onto and allow someone else to accept responsibility for your desires. You don't need to feel ashamed of your arousal if someone else is doing things to you, isn't that right?" Meghan couldn't help noticing the unexpected and incongruous similarity to her therapist, but it didn't bother her. Nothing bothered her now.

"I, um, yeah," she muttered hazily, the blush beginning to fade from her cheeks as she slumped back against the pillows and felt deeper relaxation take her. "I, uh, I've been wound pretty tightly, and I've always got to be on top of everything at work, and I guess it just sounds nice to lie back--" Her brow furrowed in confusion for a moment, as she realized she was lying back and she was letting someone else take charge and it was making her impossibly fucking wet. But then another wave of spinning, swirling circles flowed past her and she let her concerns melt into peace and pleasure.

"Of course it does," the Girl purred gently, beginning to to loosen Meghan's suddenly uncomfortable clothing. "It sounds so good to be the submissive one for a change, to do as you're told and be rewarded for obedience instead of being punished for defiance, isn't that right, beautiful girl?" A fresh wave of heat washed over Meghan's body, but this felt nothing like the prickling warmth of embarrassment--it was more sultry, lingering and pooling in her breasts and between her legs, and a grunt of helpless lust escaped her lips as she realized she was fully experiencing arousal without any attempt to deny it or defer it for possibly the first time in her life.

And god was it so fucking strong. Meghan wriggled her way out of her skirt and blazer, exposing the jade green bra and panties she'd bought for the occasion and the unexpectedly dark spot of moisture right over her labia. "Uh huh," she sighed, almost forgetting what she was agreeing with for a moment before it returned to her with another pulse of arousal. "Sounds good to... to do as I'm told." It was a far cry from her usual eloquence, and she felt certain the legal community of Hollywood would be stunned to see her so stupefied with lust... but they weren't there. And the Girl(tm) was. And there was so much potent ecstasy in accepting everything she was told.

But something of her sharp legal instincts must have remained, enough to realize what she was being bargained into, because her dreamy smile curved into a faint frown as the Girl(tm) began to caress Meghan's breasts with buzzing fingertips that made her nipples stand up stiff and erect with excitement. "My, um... my first time," she slurred out, her lust-drugged brain holding onto that one last thought even in the face of so much promised pleasure. She loved everything the Girl(tm) was doing to her. She was sure she wanted one of her very own. But it still felt like she was denying something essential if she didn't fully dive into her first lesbian experience and enjoy the touch of another human being.

But the Girl(tm) understood. "Of course, darling," she cooed, even though she didn't pause her relentless teasing for a moment. "First of anything is always special, and you've been so good about telling me what you want and what you need. This is just a little foreplay, something to encourage your body to open up and enjoy the experience you're about to have, and I promise you it's all going to be so much more exciting and erotic because you're here with me and I'm helping you focus fully on everything you're feeling. But you want to be with a human tonight, and that's fine. Human connections are important. And this is a special occasion."

It felt almost like Harper walked into the room at that exact moment, summoned by the Girl(tm) and her promise of ecstasy, but the truth was that Meghan was beginning to get a little foggy on the details by then and she wasn't sure if she was remembering anything correctly. She only knew that the woman who joined them on the bed was tall, statuesque, confident in a way that made Meghan melt even deeper into submissive relaxation, and when she rolled Meghan's panties down her legs to expose a cunt Meghan had gotten waxed just for tonight it felt like discovering a fantasy she never knew she always had.

The Girl(tm) was right there the entire time, gazing into Meghan's eyes and speaking to her in that soft, measured voice while her fingers teased Meghan's nipples and Harper lay down between Meghan's legs to lick her slick, needy pussy. It felt literally magical, like every kiss and every caress existed in its own separate universe of pleasure that erased everything but the ecstasy it elicited, and soon Meghan's whole body was trembling in ceaseless orgasm. She forgot how to stop cumming. She forgot she'd ever been anything other than the deliciously submissive plaything of these two powerful feminine presences.

She didn't emerge from that trance of pure rapture for almost a full hour, and when she did it was as a shaking, sweaty mess of dishrag-limp euphoria that couldn't string three words in a row together without trailing off into blissed-out silence. She remembered babbling out some semi-coherent statement of gratitude to Harper that betrayed an embarrassing crush on the woman she'd met only that very same night, but the Girl(tm) helped her through it and soon she'd relaxed into a dozing slumber between the two of them.

But not for very long. Meghan had spent six thousand dollars on this experience, after all. And that bought her a whole night of pleasure.

THE END