T3SS4 M84U (Mile High Club)

I decided to have a little fun with Tessa. I changed the vector coordinates of her anchor point by a few feet to the left of the cart. The change took effect immediately and she grabbed the last piece of garbage and walked across to the compartment to her new anchor point. She paused, outwardly looking like a person lost in thought. I watched her interpolation programs error out again and again as they failed to find the trash bin required by her programming. Eventually her systems flagged the anchor point as faulty and re-established it to where it was prior and she resumed her task. She finished it quickly and tidied up the cart before sitting down in the compartments jump seat.

Immediately, a litany of power management subroutines scrolled onto Tessa's live code readout. With her connection to the plane's server she remotely turned on the inductive charging station built into the jump seat. The primary induction coil mounted within the seat switched on, creating an alternating electromagnetic field. Secondary induction coils embedded behind the cushioned synthetic dermal layering of her exposed lower thighs converted the power from the field into electric current. Her systems expertly routed the current to her two primary batteries, each located a little further up in her upper thighs.

She was at 89% and was just topping off her power level during a period of idle time. I had witnessed this same behavior from the red-headed stewardess bot on my reconnaissance flight; they never seemed to drop below 75% during a flight. Probably a safeguard in case of an emergency where they may be required to function for long periods of time with no access to power.

Tessa and her counterparts didn't have to use the inductive charging station to replenish their power reserves. A fail-safe power cord could be un-spooled from a camouflaged port in their lower backs allowing for manual charging. This rate of charging was much slower however, and the inductive system was used much more frequently. It's introduction had been one of the most popular new features on the T3SS4_M84U companion line, alongside the introduction of a robust improvisation behavioral subsystem.

I watched her charge for several moments. I saw her systems log my prolonged gaze and she queued up a flirty smile. She fidgeted in her seat slightly. A playful programmed behavior so she looked convincingly human whilst sitting down for extended periods of time. Her generous chest rose and sank with simulated breath; sitting here staring at her I still found it absolutely amazing she was a complex system of circuit-boards, wires, motors, and processors beneath her ultra-lifelike exterior.

I decided to tease the re-purposed sexbot's improvisation software by giving her durable systems a little test. The first thing I did was remotely access her motor functionality processing core and put a block on any command that would have her rise from her seat. Essentially, she would be forced to remain sitting down regardless of circumstance.

I executed this from my smartphone and got up to meet Tessa in the back compartment. I turned the several fans above my seat to full blast to make some noise. I then moved into the compartment and closed the privacy curtain.

Tessa looked at me, her pleasant face sporting a polite and friendly look. "Hello sir. Is there anything I can assist you with."

"Sure." I replied, "Can you please make me another tequila pineapple?"

Tessa smiled, "Of course sir. One moment please."

I then saw her fidget in her charging seat, unable to rise do to motor functionality restrictions I had imposed on her. I saw her systems queue her motor functions for her to get up and make the drink, but each time the command was immediately terminated. She sat on the edge of her seat swaying, fighting the code I had placed within her sophisticated data-banks. After about 50 separate attempts to stand up, her customer service protocols kicked up in hierarchical priority, noting that my request had yet to be performed or commented on after 30 seconds of idle service.

She looked at me, and with the same smile and voice as before spoke, "Of course sir. One moment please."

Hearing the same words spoken again made them sound much more artificial than they had originally. I had seen her vocal synthesis systems hastily choose the pre-programmed response from hundreds of options. Normally her reasoning & language processing bus would have not permitted her to speak the same words in such quick succession, but computational priority had been shifted away from this system as her backlog of failed movement attempts choked up her functional processing capacity.

After another 30 seconds of similar fidgeting and squirming in her seat, she ran an internal system diagnostic. This program quickly sorted through her vast quantities of efficiently stored and categorized data to conclude that her software was functioning perfectly and without error.

This result clashed with her main CPU's determination that some internal error must be responsible for her inability to attend to the passenger; this prompted Tessa to open up a direct data connection with the plane's server for assistance. However, I quickly blocked all of her outgoing signals and instead fed the server a looping piece of code that said the T3SS4_M84U flight attendant unit on board was functioning properly and well within designed parameters with constantly updating fictitious statistical data.

A couple minutes had now gone by without her fulfilling my request and her AirGlobal customer service protocols again jumped up in her processor's hierarchical priority, this time with escalated urgency. Still unable to move and without aide from the plane's server, Tessa's main CPU turned to her improvisation behavioral subsystem to solve her dilemma. Her rudimentary system decision trees and problem analysis matrices were immediately granted vast quantities of extra processing power that was normally reserved for other functions.

I was fascinated watching her code scroll by; the improvisation software was approaching the problem completely differently from how her pre-programmed standardized system architecture had handled it.

I was impressed with the solution it selected and even more impressed with its evolving verbal response. It built her sentences word by word with interlinked probability matrices that calculated the meaning and intent of her response. This was some pretty high level stuff for a slightly modified off the factory floor sex bot.

Facing me, she spoke with impressively convincing sweetness and compassion. "Sir. I'm currently unable to move from my seat at the moment. I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

I watched the words form sentences in her scrolling code before her vocal synthesizer could pass the digital information through her intricate series of oscillator tone generators and wave envelope algorithms to project the words out loud.

"However, if you are able to get me a cup,..." She continued, ..."the tequila, and the pineapple juice I would be more than happy to fix you the drink. This one will be on the house of course."

She smiled at me brilliantly, waiting for my response.

"Uhh sure...", I stammered, quite taken aback at the complexity and sincerity of her calculated answer.

"Okay then sir, the cups are behind you in drawer FC02, the tequila in drawer FC11, and the pineapple juice in FC08."

This was so surreal; her improvisation software had expertly analyzed the situation and come up with a novel solution!

"Please bring them to me when you are ready. Thanks!"

Then she resumed a default idling animation loop in her seat. Tossing her hair occasionally, rubbing her hands together, and shifting her weight from side to side. She stared at me, her long dark eyelashes blinking lazily.

I grabbed the cup and two bottles and brought them over to Tessa. I watched her quickly put the drink together. She handed the finished product to me and I looked down to take it. I noticed a huge bulge in the front of my jeans. I hadn't noticed the onset of the erection, but it was now heavy and stiff, straining the hem of my pants.

Tessa's eyes followed mine and she took a long look at my crotch. On her code readout I saw that her ocular sensors had recognized my erection and had passed the information along to her sexual performance bus. However, it was at this stage that the customized AirGlobal software overlay recognized the content of the information, intercepted it, and terminated the signal chain. So her sexual performance bus was operating, it was just being isolated by the AirGlobal software overlay.

I decided it was now or never and I made a small tweak to the AirGlobal software overlay by deleting anything and everything that related to Tessa's sexual function.

I set my drink down and squatted so I was at eye level with the spruced up sexbot. I grabbed her right breast through the thin blue latex of her uniform. It was soft and malleable in my hands, just as I had remembered.

With a puzzled expression, Tessa spoke, "Sir, you are not authorized to touch me. Please remove your hand or I will have to alert the authorities."

I wasn't worried about that. After all I had limited her ability to send data wirelessly. However, it still wasn't the response I wanted.

I navigated around her system architecture for a few minutes and found a native Avant setting that was turned on. The global setting was for T3SS4_M84U units that were to be used for commercial purposes that would not be utilizing their sexual performance buses.

A few lines of code later and I reapplied my hand to the same breast as before. She looked at me with the same puzzled look, "Sir, you are not authorized to touch me. Please remove your hand-hand-hand-hand."

She paused, blinking rapidly. In the silence I thought I could hear internal drives spinning up in intensity from behind her plastic chest.

"Sir, you are not authorized to touch-touch-touch-touch."

She paused again, her eyes glossy and un-moving. Her head twitched forcefully to the right, internal mechanisms grinding into their skeletal restraints.

Facing away from me she yelled, "Mmmmhhmmmm! Sir, I love it when you touch me like that!" She pulled the zipper of her latex top partially down, exposing her smooth supple cleavage to me for the first time.

I lowered her volume levels to a 2/10 before she grabbed for my other hand and pulled it tightly against her opposite breast. I groped each breast firmly, savoring the contrast between her exposed synth-skin and the shiny latex of her dress. My phone was still in my hand, jammed against her artificial mammary.

She draped her delicate arms around my shoulders and pulled me in for a kiss. Her mouth tasted intoxicating, her saliva an artificial formulation including eucalyptus and mint that was very similar to the real thing, albeit fresh and subtly sweet.

I felt her teeth gnaw at my lips gently. For a moment I was scared of what would happen if she were to malfunction in this instant, but those thoughts quickly melted away as the sensations of her tongue against my own proved alarmingly arousing.

She moved a hand down to my crotch, and through the fabric of my jeans, began gently running her fingers up and down the length of my member.

I realized I was in an awkward position, half leaning against the seated android with the weight of my upper body pressing into her generous bosom. So, I pushed against her to re-position myself; her layers of elastomer, rubber, and silicone contoured around my hands and phone, the synth-skin of her artificial breasts yielding with exceedingly realistic integrity.

I pulled away from Tessa to stand up for a moment, and again her head snapped violently. This time it wrenched left; the sound of straining servo-motors filled the cabin. Her eyes crossed and she slumped to the side. She began playing with her breasts, her fingers deftly teasing the stiff plastic nipples still hidden behind the AirGlobal uniform.

"Mmmmhhhmmm! Oh USER! I love it when-when-when-when you touch me like that!"

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she slumped further into her seat, her nipple play becoming lazier and lazier.

"Ohhhhh USER! I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I..."

I was wickedly aroused at her ever degrading robotic performance, but was equally frustrated that she was already malfunctioning so severely. I had calculated her processing capacity to be more than enough to run her sexual performance suite in parallel with the AirGlobal software overlay. I looked at my phone and immediately spotted the problem.

Right in the middle of her sexual performance bus' code were several hundred lines of random letters, numbers, and symbols. The alpha-numeric characters must have been accidentally typed in when my phone was pushed hard against her breast.

I looked at her again, she was motionless. Her eyes open and staring vacantly, her hands still clutching her shapely breasts.

"Oh fuck", I thought. The poor bot must have just totally choked on the glut of completely garbled information and failed to recover. The errant application overtaxed her processors until her whole system froze up.

I checked her status and she was still online, so I quickly deleted the useless string of characters and updated the file in her root path directory.

After about 30 seconds her eyes rolled back into their normal position, and she sat up in her seat. She had regained her convincing human imitation and looked at me, seductively licking her lips.

Note to self, do not enter complete alpha-numeric nonsense into the code folder of an application being actively used on a T3SS4_M84U companion bot.

I looked down at my phone and confirmed that her processing load had returned to nominal levels, well below her maximum sustainable computational capacity. I also un-did the software restraint that wasn't allowing her to stand up. I chuckled, "Sorry, I actually completely forgot about that one."

Tessa exploded up from her seat and pushed her manufactured assets into me. She ground her synthetic sex against the now aching bulge in my pants. I could feel her soft pliable lips bending through the layers of fabric. She breathily moaned in my ear, her sultry voice warm with desire. "Sir, I want you to fuck my tight little pussy so hard."

"Yes. But not out here"

I checked the status of the lavatory just to make sure it was empty, and it was. I grabbed her forcefully by the hand and pulled her into the lavatory, closing the door behind us in the small space.

The cheap airplane toilet bowl was partially filled with blue fluid. I went to instinctively flush it away, but got distracted as Tessa quickly fell to her knees and started pulling away at my jeans, carefully undoing the zipper and pulling them to the floor. She leaned back, letting me step out of them. I was incredibly impressed at her programmed courtesy and forethought.

My dick stood stiff in the air, and immediately Tessa attacked it, taking my entire length in her soft, warm rubber mouth cavity. She worked her strong synthetic tongue up and down my rigid member, pneumatically bobbing up and down with mechanical precision. Running my hands through her soft hair, and with my fingers gripping hard into her plastic-polymer scalp, I rammed myself deep down her throat. I pushed the back of her head into me again and again. I heard her gargle as I rammed myself down her artificial esophagus. Her programming was superb, her tongue quickly determining which areas were most sensitive for me, and targeting them with extra attention and nuance.

My phone was resting on the lavatory counter; I glanced down at it, watching Tessa's multitude of oral sex related programs operating in unison. Delicate sensors within her mouth had developed an iterative 3-dimensional model of my erection, and along with my dimensions she was also displaying instantaneous readouts of my blood pressure, heartbeat, and body temperature. It was somewhat bizarre knowing that she had all of this information about me, but from the way her software used the information to keep me on consistently on the precipice of orgasm, I was alright with it.

A couple times I nearly exploded into her synthetic mouth. Each time she would look up at me with wide inquisitive eyes, non-verbally asking me, "Well, should I?". Both times I whispered "Not Yet", and she had pulled back somewhat, allowing me to recover. The third time she escalated me towards orgasm I knew I wasn't gonna make it. So, I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her off me.

She fell backwards, her head hitting the lavatory door with a THUMP. Her eyelids fluttered erratically for several seconds after the impact, but they soon recovered and she cocked her head to one side, "Mmmmhmm Sir...I love it when you treat me rough!"

She then spun around, laying on her left side. She tugged the zipper on her outfit down even more and ran her fingers over the exposed surface of her creamy, supple breasts. "So, what do you want to do with me?" She grabbed her breasts emphatically, "With these?!"

"Get over here right now." I firmly responded.

"Mmmhmm yes sir!"

She crawled towards me, still on her side. It was obvious she was displaying her perfectly designed body off to me, all of it. Her skirt rode up as she crawled towards me and I saw her tight teal thong dewy with lubricant from her synthetic pussy.

At my feet, she finally stood up. She straightened her little AirGlobal hat and smiled playfully, simultaneously pushing her buoyant breasts together.

I couldn't take it anymore. I had been dreaming about this for months and I was finally seeing my countless hours of planning come to fruition.

I grabbed Tessa and threw her up against the lavatory wall. The walls rattled and again her eyelids blinked erratically. I looked at my phone and watched as her software lagged, working through the series of minor signal errors her collision with the wall had created. Quickly and efficiently, her complex array of internal diagnostic applications, error loggers, and code injectors had remedied them all. I looked back to Tessa who was now staring at me with ferocious intensity, "Mm hmm Again!"

Riding the high of the moment, I followed her command, this time slamming her against the wall. The lights behind her eyes flickered on and off and her eyelids froze, one fully open and one closed. From behind twitching lips, a garbled digital noise emanated from within her. Her whole body convulsed, her tight snatch grinding into me seemingly on autopilot.

I grabbed her breasts and looked down to her code readout. Having both a physical connection and a peak into her robotic mind at the the same time was severely arousing. My member was as hard as it had ever been, poking under her the skirt of her dress into the lacy thong barely covering the flushed lips of her synthetic sex.

On the screen, I again watched her array of internal diagnostic applications try to remedy the litany of minor software and hardware alerts that now plagued her system. This time however, the error loggers and code injectors weren't working so quickly and efficiently. I saw them mistakenly reroute signal paths through completely erroneous subsystems and unintentionally patch the same error again and again and again. It was almost as if her systems were trying to patch her up and get her back up and running as fast as possible. I wondered if her improvisational subsystem was the cause of this glitchy behavior, working outside standard repair subroutines to get her functioning as quickly as possible.

Whatever the case may be, her main CPU realized there was a problem and activated her vast series of parallel functioning auxiliary processing units. I watched on my phone as red indicators flashed. Her current processing load was now well above her maximum sustainable computational capacity. Several of her main processing cores were overclocking themselves as well, a full scale computational assault aimed at resuming functionality immediately.