Close Call at the Costume Contest

Here is my submission for the 2021 Fembot Labs Halloween Story Contest. I wanted it to be fun, short, and a lil bit cheesy! Thanks for reading!

CLOSE CALL AT THE COSTUME CONTEST

'Knock' 'Knock' 'Knock'

Harry took a step back from the door and heard shuffling from within. He wrapped his arm around Jessica's thin waist and whispered in her ear, "Let's do it just like we practiced. As soon as he opens the door, okay?."

Jessica whispered back, "Okay!"

The front door swung open revealing a man with rosy cheeks dressed in a cheap spacesuit.

In unison Harry and Jessica hollered, "Trick or Treat!"

The man's face lit up and he smiled charmingly as he recognized his guests.

He spoke with the slight hint of a drunken slur, "Harry! You son of a bitch it's good to see you!" He stepped forward and took Harry's hand firmly for a shake. "Although I can't say I'm a little disappointed to see that you're Shaggy for what is now the fourth year in a row!"

"It's good to see you too, Nick." Harry maneuvered himself out of the handshake and gestured to Jessica standing beside him, "This time though I brought Daphne along with me!"

Nick looked her up and down for perhaps a moment longer than he would have if sober. "Ahh yes. Well, Jessica it's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard nothing but good things!" He extended his hand and gingerly shook hers. "Welcome to my annual Halloween party and may I say that you make an excellent Daphne!"

Jessica returned Nick's handshake with bubbly enthusiasm, "Hi Nick! I'm Jessica! It's so nice to finally meet you!"

"Likewise!" Nick stepped backwards through the open door and gestured at the two of them, "Please, come inside. Dylan's waiting for us!"

Harry followed Jessica inside and immediately began double-guessing his decision to bring her to the party. She was a robot, an Avant Robotics JESSICA_M84U Companion Model to be specific, and he wanted nobody to know the fact. It would be mortifying for him if anyone found out about her true nature.

He had purchased her several months earlier, after hearing nothing but stellar reviews regarding her model, and had been so impressed with her performance that he decided it was time for his friends to meet the new "girlfriend" who was suddenly taking up all of his free time.

Their honeymoon period had yet to subside in the slightest. Hers out of programmed lust and his out of pure unbridled infatuation. He found his eyes fixed on the sleek curves of her supple artificial derriere which wriggled enticingly inside her tight purple latex dress.

Nick guided the two of them through a crowd of people and into the kitchen. Harry noticed several pairs of eyes linger on Jessica's picturesque body as they walked in.

Grabbing a petite brunette by the arm, classily dressed up as a young Audrey Hepburn, Nick spun the woman around to face his new guests. "Dylan, I want you to meet Jessica. She's Harry's girlfriend!"

Dylan cocked her head to the side and blinked several times, puffing on a fake cigarette in a vintage cigarette holder, before extending her hand to Jessica. "Well don't you just look magnificent!?" She pointed a finger at Harry, "When you have the time I'd love to hear how Shaggy here managed to land such a catch like you."

Jessica took Dylan's hand, "Hi Dylan! I'm Jessica! It's so nice to finally meet you."

Harry groaned under his breath at Jessica's repetitive greeting and stepped in front of her to give Dylan a friendly hug. "Lovely to see you again as always, Dylan. May I say that I am a big fan of your costume."

Dylan pushed herself away from the hug and completed the move with a cute curtsy in her sleek pencil dress, "Well thank you Harry, but all the credit goes to Nick. He picked this costume out for me!"

Nick stepped into the circle of friends with four bottles of beer precariously placed in his arms. He gestured for Harry to take one for himself and one for Jessica, "Well you all know I'm a fan of the classics and as a kid I always had a crush on Audrey Hepburn." He handed a beer to Dylan before planting a wet kiss on her cheek, "So, tonight is kind of wish fulfillment in a sense."

"I'd imagine it's the same for you Harry? You come to my party the last three years as Shaggy from Scooby-Fucking-Doo and only now you decide to bring a Daphne along?"

Harry gave Jessica's creamy synth-skin a playful squeeze, "Yeah I guess you're right. We actually just found this outfit together last week and it was just too perfect to pass up!"

Nick raised his drink in mock toast, "To fate." Before any else could raise a glass he had already lowered his in good humor.

He continued, "Well, you're right! It is pretty perfect! Jessica, you should join the costume contest later! I guarantee you'll do very well and it's just a really good time overall!"

Jessica smiled alluringly, "Sure! That sounds like fun!"

Dylan stepped in, "Oh don't make her join that silly contest-test-test, Nick-Nick!" She looked to both Harry and Jessica confusedly for just an instant before snapping back to normalcy. "I'm not even doing it this year." She jokingly jabbed Nick in the ribs, "Because someone has to host this damn party while spaceman here runs around getting everyone wasted including himself!"

Nick chuckled before taking a swig of his drink, "Hey what can I say? I practice what I preach!"

Harry, nervous about the idea of having so much concentrated attention on Jessica, responded, "Well, we'll see. I don't think Jessica and I know many others here, so maybe we'll just save it for next year."

Nick finished his drink and walked towards the fridge to reload with a fresh drink, "Just think about it Harry. Jessica is a shoe-in with that costume!"

"Thanks Nick!" Jessica squealed, as she interlocked her hands and used her arms to push her buoyant breasts together.

Harry sighed, making a mental note to adjust some of her social parameters later; he knew the asset display routine was one of several dozen pre-programmed responses to receiving positive feedback regarding her appearance.

He admitted to himself though that Nick wasn't wrong; Jessica was almost guaranteed to win the costume contest the way her tight purple latex dress stretched snuggly against her precision engineered curves. The shiny garment was custom-ordered to fit her sporty and feminine physique. It left little to the imagination with a low cut neck that exposed ample cleavage and a high skirt that showed off the full lengths of her long glossy legs.

She also sported a pair of polished white knee-high boots and a lime green scarf. Her red-headed hair piece and pink hair-band completed the ensemble and here she stood as the sexiest rendition of Daphne that Harry had ever seen.

He felt himself hardening at the memory from earlier in the week when Jessia had emerged from her dressing room in costume for the first time. He had fulfilled many of his childhood fantasies that night.

Coming out of his short-lived daydream, Harry noticed Dylan looking at Jessica again with her head cocked and eyes blinking. Jessica was oblivious to the attention being paid to her.

Craning his head to spot Nick, all Harry found were the boisterous echoes of his friend's voice through the hall. It was apparent he had left the kitchen. Harry took the opportunity to steal away with Jessica and make a few micro-adjustments to her settings. "Dylan! Thanks again for hosting us and for making us feel so welcome. I think we're going to head upstairs for a moment and freshen up."

He found it a bit strange the way she immediately straightened her head and ceased the repetitive blinks of her eyes, but he just chalked it up to good 'ol drunken quirks. "Of course! We're glad you're here. I'll see you two around."

Harry hooked an arm around Jessica, feeling her cushioned synth-skin gently contour against his touch. He spun her around and led her around the corner and up the stairs to one of several large guest bathrooms.

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Harry locked the door to the bathroom and immediately got to work.

"Jessica, turn around and lean against the counter. Pull your hair up and out of the way so I can access your Upper Thoracic Access Panel."

"Of course, Harry."

As she leaned forward facing the mirror, he snuck a peak at her exposed cleavage. She caught his gaze and flashed him a mischievous smile. She then thrust her perky artificial backside out, making firm contact with his groin, just as he stepped forward to reach her access panel.

He felt his still semi-hard member slip in between her two bubbly silicone-padded ass cheeks as he long-pressed three fingers in a specific pattern down her magnesium-alloy vertebrae.

Jessica squirmed against the counter as an index card sized panel on her upper back clicked inwards and slid down and out of sight. It exposed a small digital display, a sleek data-receptacle, and a set low-profile selector knobs.

"Okay, first things first Jessica. What level is your Intoxication Simulator currently running at."

"19%."

"Gotcha. I want you to increase that to 60% and for each drink you have I want it increased another 5%. Don't let it fall below 60%, understand? I think playing you off as a pretty drunk tonight will play into our favor."

"Understood Harry" She giggled drunkenly and pushed back into his groin with renewed energy, "Intoxication Simulator has been set to 60%."

"Mhhmmpphh" Harry exhaled as he felt himself stiffen further. Trying his hardest to maintain his composure, he gently reached into her exposed internals and began fiddling with the two selector knobs. He soared through all sorts of behavioral settings and response directories before finding his targeted sub-folder. "I'm going to suspend your ability to repeat usage of pre-programmed social responses, okay? I'm also turning up the autonomy of your Improvisational Behavior subroutines to make up for this."

He clicked on each selector to verify his changes, "Now, please calculate the anticipated change in processing capacity for these new settings to take effect.

"Of course, Harry." He looked into the mirror and watched as her brilliant hazel eyes blinked in rapid succession. "New settings will result in overall system-processing levels increasing by 22%. New baseline processing performance capacity is estimated at 72%." She beamed a brilliant smile at the behest of her newly emboldened improvisational behavior subroutines which wanted to exude pride in her system's performance. Her perfectly white teeth glistened against the bathroom's soft vanity lights.

"Hmmm that's a little higher than I'd like it to run, but I'm not really sure what else to do..."

Jessica craned her head back, whispering into Harry's ear, "I'll be fine. Now can I close my panel? I want you to feel how flawlessly I'm operating."

Harry could feel Jessica's tight plastic pussy pulsing rhythmically only a few inches away from his now fully engorged shaft. "Ummm yes go ahead and close it."

The panel slid shut and seamlessly blended in with her blemishless skin. The moment the panel's latches locked itself in place Jessica spun around and pulled down the top of her dress. Her sporty breasts bounced out as they were freed from the tight confines of her latex garment. Harry looked on, mesmerized.

She grabbed both of his forearms and pulled his hands onto her generous bust. He cupped her malleable breasts, confidently kneading at her artificial mammary. Her pale pink nipples hardened at his touch and Harry found himself toying with each one, squeezing them firmly between two fingers in either hand.

Jessica exhaled and pulled him in for a sensual kiss, "Unnnhhh. You just KNOW exactly how to make me feel so good."

She gently guided his right hand down further south and giggled encouragingly when he gripped at the skirt of her dress and yanked it upwards. It settled in a folded heap just above her navel such that the smooth mound of her flushed labia was laid bare.

He reached a finger toward her synthetic folds and felt her precision tactile sensors hot and slick with freshly pumped lubricant. Jessica shuddered at his touch.

"Fuck! You feel great Jessica but we just don't have time for this right now."

Jessica grinned back as her improvisational sub-routines settled on an engagement strategy that would satisfy both Harry and his need to be done quickly.

She got to her knees, and with agile fingers she loosened Harry's belt and tugged his pants down. His erection was stiff as a flag-pole and this only further encouraged her systems. With one of her most sultry facial actuator templates locked into place, Jessica reached two fingers down and plunged them into her tight plastic sex. She wiggled them around for a quick second and gasped as she removed them, now covered in her dewy synthetic lubricant.

Looking up to Harry with her large round eyes, Jessica wrapped her hand around his shaft and massaged the hot lubricant along his entire length.

"Ohhh. That feels so good."

Jessica's tongue sensuously traced at the edges of her shiny, rose-pink lips as she continued pumping up and down Harry's stiff member. "Just wait."

She removed her hand and took his full expanse in her mouth. Her mouth was warm and slick as she pistoned back and forth, her elastomer lips suctioning the full length of his shaft. Harry grabbed at the back of Jessica's hairpiece and thrust himself forcefully deep inside of her. Excess lubricant sputtered out from the edges of her soft rubber cavity.

He felt her tongue hypnotically contract itself around his erection in a dynamically calculated rhythm intended to maximize the rate of his growing arousal.

"Oh Jessica. Jessica. Jessica...I'm close."

Her seductive eyes again looked upwards to his approving gaze. The vast array of micro-sensors embedded within her velvet mouth agreed with Harry's assessment, and she calculated that he would cum within the next 12 seconds.

She continued bobbing her head frantically over his entire cock. Her luscious lips effortlessly gliding over his every inch.

The delicate sensory array at the tip of her proprietary polymer tongue detected a subtle vibrational change in Harry's throbbing shaft. She knew this meant orgasm was imminent, so she sealed her mouth against his cock and activated a small vacuum pump that was piped out the back of her throat.

"Oh shit. I'm coming. I'm fucking coming."

She felt him convulse just as a burst of his hot cum filled her mouth. She continued working him with her tongue as he pumped into her several more times. Simultaneously, a slew of positive feedback subroutines flooded Jessica's main processing array. Rewarding her systems with a job well done.

She removed her mouth off of Harry with a wet 'POP' and looked up at his smiling face just as there was a loud knock at the door.

A muffled voice shouted from the outside, "Hey is anyone in there!? Can we please come in? I think my boyfriend is going to be sick."

Harry froze in place, overwhelmed with the abruptness of the moment. Luckily, Jessica sensing his paralysis, immediately jumped into action. She deftly pulled up his pants and cinched his belt tight. Then, in one fell swoop, she stood up from her knees whilst pulling the top of her dress up and over her buxom chest and simultaneously tugged the hem of her dress down to cover her exposed plastic pussy.

She tossed her hair to one side and it automatically straightened itself as a small charge of current was directed through each individual poly-fiber. Grabbing Harry's hand, she unlocked the door and pushed through it with swift confidence.

She winked at the woman, who was dressed as a tiger, as she passed, "All yours."

Jessica continued pulling on Harry, whisking him away from the bathroom and down the stairs.

Harry was so impressed with Jessica's behavior in coordinating their exit that he didn't even notice the two glistening rivulets of lubricant running down the insides of her either thigh.

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They assimilated back into the party seamlessly. Harry was able to snag a few pre-mixed drinks and they slowly meandered through the crowded hallways and into the living room.

Their timing was excellent. Just as they entered the room they saw Nick jump up onto a small impromptu stage. "Okay! Okay! The time has come to start the costume contest! I know we have three contestants for sure and a possible fourth. Brandon, Tammy, Morgan, get up here!"

He exaggeratingly put a straightened hand above his eyes as he looked through the crowd. "And....ah yes! Jessica, I see you've made it sweetheart. Will you be joining us? Yes or no? No pressure!" He put out his thumb miming the yes/no question.

Jessica turned to Harry, knowing that the decision lay with him.

He gave her a quick peck on the lips and a playful squeeze of her rear. "Ahh what the hell. Get up there Jess!"

She smiled at Harry, understanding the trust he was putting in her advanced software packages and robust hardware, and put her thumb in the air.

Nick hollered, "Alright! We have four contestants! Let's get this show on the road!"

Jessica carefully picked her steps through the mass of people as Nick explained the contest rules. "First, our three celebrity judges tonight are my neighbors Becca & Sean and believe it or not, my old High School history teacher, Mr. Ford!" Crowded together behind a table too small for two, the three of them waved their hands at the crowd.

Everyone clapped and Nick continued. "Our three judges here will first score each contestant on the visual aesthetic of their costumes. No hard rules here, the scoring is essentially completely subjective!"

Jessica made her way just to the right of the stage and accidentally bumped elbows with another contestant. "Hi! I'm Morgan but you can just call me Lara Croft tonight!"

Jessica looked her momentary rival up and down, and although impressed with the woman's physique and stupendous bust, she was still brutally confident in the exquisiteness of her own curves. She lightly shook Morgan's hand and winked playfully, "I'm Daphne but you can call me Jessica."

Morgan giggled and Jessica returned her focus to Nick who was continuing his explanation of the contest.

"So, yes you should expect a set of three trivia questions each in relation to your costume. And then, we'll finish up with a good ol' fashioned apple bobbing contest. We'll tally your scores for each round and the winner gets the coveted Golden Pumpkin."

He gestured over to a basketball-sized pumpkin, sitting on a short rectangular end-table, that was painted a shimmery gold. "Some say the Stanley Cup is the most prestigious trophy in sports...and while this costume contest may not be a sport...I believe that this is the most glorious trophy of them all." He snorted, "I mean it's a fucking golden pumpkin people! Come on!"

Jessica finished her mixed drink as Nick continued rambling. She stored the liquid in a small internal reservoir that she would discretely dispel as waste later that night. Instinctively, her software ticked up her Intoxication Simulator by 5%. She giggled and scanned the room for Harry. When she met his gaze she flashed him a flirty smile. He raised his drink and smiled back encouragingly.

Eventually, Nick finished and Tammy was waved up onto the small stage to start the contest.

Continuously tethered to Avant Robotics' proprietary data network, Jessica was able to use her search-indexing algorithms to deduce that Tammy was dressed up as Morticia from 'The Addams Family'. She also explored several tutorials for apple-bobbing as it was an activity she wasn't originally programmed with an understanding of.

After a small round of applause Brandon replaced Tammy on stage. Jessica used her search-indexing algorithms again to conclude that his costume was that of Clint Eastwood's character from the movie, 'The Good, the Bad and the Ugly'.