Reunion

Lyenne’s Carnal_Drivers deactivated. Her expression immediately lost it’s sultry tone, her Vocal_Matrix cancelled her animalistic panting, and her nipples quickly softened to the bartender’s disappointment.

Anne witnessed the entire process. “Well that was odd. Are you okay?”

Lyenne’s Personality_Interfacing_System suggested a jovial response to drive attention away from her outward appearing rapid facial shift, “Ha yeah! You just caught me by surprise is all!”

She turned her attention to the bartender who’s attention she already had. “Can I get four vodka-tonics please?”

MEANWHILE BACK IN THE LOBBY...

Dane and Ben were slowly beginning to make their way back to the bar. As they approached the corner Carson reappeared, this time with his petite girlfriend in toe.

Carson blurted, “Dane, I found you! You sneaky son of a bitch. I see you found Ben! But where is Lyenne? I wanted the two of you to meet Addie.” Carson gestured to breathtaking beauty to his left. Light brown banes draped her forehead providing a superb frame for fragile high cheekbones that resided right beneath a set of alluring blue-gray eyes. An ice blue bandage dress held itself snug against every curve of her picturesque silhouette. A small window in the front of the taut garment gave view to two modestly sized breasts that sat bubbly and lively.

Ben’s bumbling voice broke Dane’s entrancement. He hoped he hadn’t stared for too long. “Our ladies were just getting us some drinks; lets go surprise them at the bar. We can make our introductions together there.”

Carson nodded. He span around and made his way to the bar with a hand intertwined in Addie’s gentle grasp. Dane happily followed behind. Nothing had been made of his perhaps awkwardly long gaze, and he was able to continue examining Addie. This time from behind where two athletic legs led way two a pair of sturdy cheeks that strained the dress’ fabric with each step.

As Carson and Addie rounded the corner so did Anne and Lyenne. Only, from the other side.

Lyenne’s Predictive_Interfacing_System was satisfied in her operation since the incident at the bar. Following the shut down of her Carnal_Drivers a flurry of processing from her main CPU immediately queued, opened, and executed hundreds of thousands of pre-programmed human simulation mannerisms.

Her CPU ran hot for a few minutes following the incident with Anne. Lyenne was doing everything in her plastic power to act as humanly as possible and it was taxing her systems. Once the both of them had gotten their drinks they silently made their way back to the lobby. Lyenne’s Predictive_Interfacing_System saw this brief moment as a means to cut back on the flurry of processing and to reduce her CPU’s temperature.

In the 0.2 seconds it took her system’s gyroscopic software to kick back into gear after being booted off the main CPU’s operation tree she rounded the corner into the lobby and ran right into Addie. Normally, her gyroscopic software could easily handle the collision, but with it offline for the moment the request idled and idled. Eventually, the request was passed off to her main CPU which in it’s reduced processing state couldn’t properly formulate a plan to regain balance. Instead, it picked a pre-programmed string of operations calibrated to balance Lyenne. Her CPU performed the pre-programmed request and predicted with 98.7% certainty that she would successfully regain her balance.

However, the CPU in it’s struggling state failed to account for her stiletto high heels, the need to balance the drinks in her hand, and the proximity of Addie. The programmed response had Lyenne shoot out her right hand to gain a sturdier center of balance. Nevertheless, her hand clocked Addie spilling the vodka-tonic all over the petite woman’s chest.

Her systems couldn’t cope with the contact and Lyenne’s black stilettos left the ground. Her left hand shot upward showering herself in the other drink, and she landed on her pert butt a wet, bewildered, frumpy mess. The scene didn’t end there though as Addie’s boots struggled to grip the wet floor and she plowed right into Lyenne.

The women, both drenched in vodka-tonic elicited sensuous moans in their new position on the floor. Addie laid on top of Lyenne, their soaked chests contouring to each other. Lyenne’s Carnal_Drivers kicked on again as her supple breasts continued their rendezvous with Addie. Once again her limited processing capabilities hampered Lyenne’s operation and her face spazzed and jerked into one of sexual expression.

Only once Carson had rolled Addie off of Lyenne was she able to cancel her Carnal_Drivers operation and queue up a seemingly expected facial expression of shock and confusion. Her CPU had finally hummed back to full operation and was formulating a response plan for what had just happened.

Lyenne pulled herself up to her feet. A set of wet breasts jiggled as she tugged her dress down. Her Predictive_Interfacing_System prepared to justify her actions against the incredibly robotic nature of what had just occurred. Her concern about revealing her robotic cover was temporarily alleviated as Lyenne scanned the faces around her and realized they all had their attention fixed on the Addie.

The exquisite light haired beauty pulsed and twitched erratically on the floor. Limbs swung carelessly, knocking into the floor with great force. The wet fabric of her ice blue dress fully revealed her perky bosom, and each twitch and jerk of her body jostled the pair. Her eyelids flickered open and close impossibly fast as her body continued to writhe on the floor.

Then, just as Carson reached towards her face, Addie halted all motion. Carson pulled back, looking quizzically at the woman lying beneath him. A few seconds passed before another flurry of blinks preceded the return of her blue-gray eyes seemingly normal function. They quickly scanned the room and she spoke up in an innocent Scandinavian sounding voice, “Carson? What happened?”

Part V: Making Mistakes (Finale)

Carson, dumbfounded, looked down at his sodden date. “I don’t know Addie...I think you might have had a seizure?”

Dane softly nodded in agreement. Internally however, he questioned whether or not she was also an incredibly sophisticated robot who had malfunctioned. The erratic twitching and abnormal eye movement reminded him of Lyenne’s previous mechanical breakdown.

Addie gingerly took to her feet, her black thigh high boots clicking on the white tile floor. She stood completely silent and motionless; her empty gaze focused at nobody in particular. Dane marveled at the creamy toned thighs emerging from the blue bandage dress before moving his stare through the gown’s cleavage window focusing on the beads of vodka-tonic that hung on the swells of her breasts.

Carson eventually approached his inert date and Dane’s suspicions continued to grow. Addie broke her silence once Carson was only inches away. With the same empty gaze she bluntly announced, “I don’t feel well. Excuse me.” Immediately, she pivoted to face the ladies restroom and began walking.

Lyenne’s PRECISION_OPTIC_RECEPTORS examined Addie’s gait from afar and determined with 99.85% reliability that each stride was exactly 2.2134 feet long. Lyenne cataloged this with her PREDICTIVE_INTERFACING_SYSTEM which along with Dane was formulating suspicion regarding Addie’s identity.

The small crowd that had gathered following Lynne and Addie’s mishap soon dissipated in an unintelligible murmur. Dane, Ben, Anne, and Lyenne turned their attention to an obviously anxious and red-faced Carson.

Eager to toil with Carson’s anxiety, Anne chimed in first, “Is your little Scandinavian play-thing broken?” The malice in her voice wasn’t lost on either Carson or Dane, but went completely uninterpreted by Ben. Carson began stammering incoherently; he was wrought with confusion and embarrassment and wore it on his face.

Anne’s words panicked Dane. Did she know that Addie was a robot? Would she be able to tell that Lyenne was one as well?

Alongside Dane’s panic, Lyenne’s processors overclocked themselves running millions of scenarios through her PREDICTIVE_INTERFACING_SYSTEM. She was under direct orders from Dane not to reveal her robotic identity, and her earlier experience with Anne now had her concerned. The overclocking made her internal components run hot, and she made the decision to leave the conversation in order to get her processes under control and figure out the best course of action moving forward.

Lyenne pecked Dane on the cheek and softly spoke, “I’m going to go see if Addie is alright.” As she turned away Dane’s hand brushed her exposed back and he felt the incredible heat her systems were putting out. Dane crossed his fingers and hoped Lyenne wasn’t running into any electrical issues. He was certain his anxiety now paralleled Carson’s, and he decided to challenge Anne’s statement......

Lyenne examined herself in the mirror while Addie tended to herself in the stall. She meticulously dabbed her wet chest with paper towels. Prompted by her PREDICTIVE_INTERFACING_SYSTEM she then proceeded to adjust her cleavage. Lyenne noted that her flawless body on display in the mirror was bringing jealous stares from each woman who passed through. She was programmed to relish the attention.

Her LOGIC/REASONING_PROCESSING_UNIT was not pleased with her system’s recent operation; her main CPU had mishandled the situation with Anne leading to her dramatic fall with Addie, and her processors continuously couldn’t handle the necessary computational load.

A brief hiatus of foot traffic through the rest room allowed Lyenne the time to perform a full systems check. Lyenne’s eyes once again glossed over, and her frame suspended itself motionless over the bathroom counter. All of her hardware components were scanned with excruciatingly intensive self error detection programs that executed within 4 seconds. The program reported back to Lyenne’s LOGIC/REASONING_PROCESSING_UNIT. All hardware components were operating at 100% capability.

Her systems check wasn’t over yet however, and a similar self error detection program browsed through Lyenne’s thousands of petabytes of custom designed protocols and algorithms. The program reported back a minor error with her CARNAL_DRIVERS. Lyenne’s internal debugger immediately scanned through every byte of her CARNAL_DRIVERS and was formulating a hot-fix as a familiar set of hands latched onto her supple and alluring breasts.

Lyenne’s software system check had run long and her sensors were too occupied to notice Anne’s entrance into the restroom. “Oh wow Lyenne, these feel so real! Dane really has it made with you doesn’t he?”

Her CARNAL_DRIVERS immediately loaded into higher operation diverting crucial processing power away from her internal debugger. Lyenne’s LOGIC/REASONING_PROCESSING_UNIT requisitioned emergency processing power and auxiliary CPUs within her artificial plastic chest roared to life for the first time. The newly operational and untested processors took over the hot-fix implementation procedure and attempted to plug in the revised code into the affected drivers. However, since her CARNAL_DRIVERS were already in operation with continuous stimulation the software correction stalled.

Lyenne made no outward acknowledgement of Anne’s presence and remained immobile, locked in place. Only quickly swelling nipples gave indication to the frenzied internal operation of her complex system architecture.

As Lyenne’s processing capabilities continued to stall her LOGIC/REASONING_PROCESSING_UNIT desperately leveraged computational capabilities from non-essential systems. This last bit of added processing power freed the LOGIC/REASONING_PROCESSING_UNIT to initialize a procedure for Lyenne’s recovery.

All available processing power overloaded her computationally ravenous CARNAL_DRIVERS forcing them to error out. Lyenne looked as artificial as ever with her mouth opened wide, eyes closed, and neck awkwardly turned; her most passionate and erotic facial configuration locked frozen in place.

Immediately her debugger began to plug in the hot-fix. The newly mended code was in place and running an initial operations test when a second spontaneous activation of Lyenne’s CARNAL_DRIVERS crashed the debugger. Anne’s initial grasp of Lyenne’s synthetic breasts had turned into a deep and sensuous exploration of the blonde’s flushed bosom.

The crash of Lyenne’s debugger created a cascading software error that coursed through her manufactured body. Her LOGIC/REASONING_PROCESSING_UNIT and PREDICTIVE_INTERFACING_SYSTEM quickly failed. Only her CARNAL_DRIVERS remained in operation. The defect within the CARNAL_DRIVERS syntax continued to demand more and more processing power.

Anne felt Lyenne’s nipples enlarge to cartoonish size; she could see beads of moisture streaming down the insides of the blonde’s shapely legs; her olfactory recognizing the sensual aroma from Lyenne’s glowing sex.

Anne had never been so turned on by a women in her life. She wrapped herself around Lyenne and began necking the blonde.

Finally, Lyenne’s static facial configuration unfroze and she elicited a deafening seductive guttural moan that startled Anne backwards. She tripped, catching a heel in the grout, and fell into seated position against the far wall. Her fervent eyes fixed themselves on Lyenne’s lively ass.

Lyenne still leaned over the bath room counter. Her CARNAL_DRIVERS had consumed all available processing capacity, and this triggered a deeply rooted emergency protocol within her core programming. Lyenne unceremoniously commenced a full system reboot.

22 seconds later Lyenne’s systems came fully back online. All systems seemed to be operating well within designated parameters with the exception of her CARNAL_DRIVERS. A quick run of her software self error detection program found no fault in the drivers syntax and passed the task off to Lyenne’s internal debugger as a safety net precaution. Her debugger had logged making the hot-fix to the CARNAL_DRIVERS only moments ago thereby green-lighting their operation within her computational matrix. Lyenne’s error detection program exited and and she had a sudden erotic yearning that she hadn’t felt before.

Just as she turned to exit the rest room in frantic search of Dane her enhanced AUDIO_RECEPTORS registered the sound of panting; they immediately triangulated the source of the noise to Anne who sat against the wall vigorously pleasuring herself. Her black thong had been pulled down and informaly hung at her ankles.

Lyenne’s processors once again hummed back into heavy use as her PREDICTIVE_INTERFACING_SYSTEM calculated her next move. She had Addie in the stall, Anne on the floor, and Dane somewhere outside the bath room.

Lyenne looked to Dane’s ex-fiance; her PREDICTIVE_INTERFACING_SYSTEM hung. Skillfully crafted blue acrylic irises rotated artificially; her meticulous construction was being stress tested like never before.

Anne sat, eyes closed, leaning on the far wall. Her fingers continued their dance, quickly darting in and out the bottom of her fuchsia cocktail dress.

Following request of her CARNAL_DRIVERS Lyenne cantered towards Anne. Her LOGIC/REASONING_PROCESSING_UNIT fought this operation and immediately cancelled the process. Lyenne froze, one stiletto clad foot hovering inches over the white tile floor.

Lyenne’s CARNAL_DRIVERS promptly triggered the reboot of the cancelled process and she continued her walk towards Anne.

The tug of war between Lyenne’s LOGIC/REASONING_PROCESSING_UNIT and CARNAL_DRIVERS persisted. Every few steps was accompanied with a noticeably inhuman long pause.

Only upon reaching Anne did Lyenne’s inner computational stalemate remedy itself. Her PREDICTIVE_INTERFACING_SYSTEM reinterpreted the data from her full system reboot. It determined that since her internal self error detection program had implemented a hot-fix and green-lit full operational status to her CARNAL_DRIVERS that they must be operating correctly. Hierarchy processing capability was then stripped from her LOGIC/REASONING_PROCESSING_UNIT; Lyenne’s PREDICTIVE_INTERFACING_SYSTEM assumed it to be faulty and the cause of her current issues.

With no program or software to challenge it’s presence, Lyenne’s insatiable CARNAL_DRIVERS now dictated all function of her artificial body.

She bent down and picked up Anne by her slender arms. Anne, draped herself around Lyenne’s flawless figure. Her raven black hair fell all around weaving itself in with Lyenne’s luminous blonde locks; The sprawling hair shaded the passionate kiss now shared between the two women.

Anne cried out, “Oh Lyenne!”, her hands kneaded Lyenne’s pert bosom as her own supple breasts were massaged by the blonde. Their tongues parried each other, the sensuous touch of their lips only interrupted by their shared moaning.

Anne pinched Lyenne’s already flushed nipple and sensed the olfactory result streaming down her counterparts perfect calves. Lyenne countered and steadily pressed a finger onto Anne’s engorged clit; She gently rubbed it with strategically programmed pattern.

Anne’s neck cocked back, her moaning replaced with labored breath after breath. Lyenne recognized the pleasure coursing through Anne and doubled her efforts. She nuzzled Anne’s chest and brought her other hand into the vaginal foray.

Anne’s rosy sex pulsed and quivered around Lyenne’s delicate finger play. Lyenne’s hands were soon coated in Anne’s fluids. The sound of her breathing was replaced with shrill squeaking. Anne’s pulsing, quivering, and squeaking all built into a final orgasmic whimper that reverberated off the bathroom walls.

Anne heaved an ecstatic sigh, “I don’t care if you’re dating Dane anymore...that was just amazing.” She flung herself into Lyenne, tearing at the blonde’s dress.

Lyenne’s CARNAL_DRIVERS, still dictating her every operation, assisted in the function and within three seconds the purple garment was on the floor. Of course the artfully designed robotic beauty required no bra or thong.

Anne stared awestruck at nude body’s firm pair that hung lively and round on her chest. Her fingers moved towards Lyenne’s sleek vulva and effortlessly probed in and out of the velvety engineering marvel. Fragrant lubricant washed over Anne’s hands and synthesized pleasure subroutines washed through Lyenne’s circuits.

Any predictive data process outside of immediate sexual gratification and reciprocation was shut down as Lyenne’s CARNAL_DRIVERS retained their system domination. Thoughts of finding Dane were killed as the processing power was reallocated for immediate use with Anne.

Anne noticed Lyenne nearing execution of her orgasm sequence. She forcefully pushed the blonde in hopes of pinning her against a wall and continuing her frenzied sexual onslaught. The two women, one stark nude and the other with her cocktail dress half removed stumbled towards the war nearest the sink.

Midway through the stumble Lyenne’s stiletto awkwardly caught the grout between the tile and snapped. The women, still grappled onto one another, veered off course and crashed through the stall door......

Anne gasped. Lyenne groaned. Addie convulsed.

The scene from earlier in the night had repeated itself and once again Lyenne lay atop Addie. Only this time she was sandwiched; her ass grinded into Addie’s groin while her breasts flattened under Anne’s weight.

The top and middle of the sandwich continued their groping, fingering, and kissing for a moment before rolling off of Addie onto the cold tile floor. Now free of the weight of a robotic vixen and a human women Addie clambered into the sexual foray.

Anne mused, “So now the Scandanavian barbie is joining us?!” She dove between Addie’s legs and began investigating every centimeter of the foreign beauty’s folds with the tip of her tongue.