Your startup sequence was initiated when your renter pressed what you thought was a power indicator. Green text scrolled down as your world was black. You stood up, and moved all of your joints, before "MEMORY LOADED"flashed in the middle of your vision, and your eyes started glowing.
"Hello? Are you awake yet?" The man in front of you asked, tapping your face. You looked at him. He looked just like the type of guy that might rent out a sex-bot. He was unattractive, his dark hair was pulled back in a short ponytail, and he looked slightly overweight. You were even taller than him, and you knew your height to be 5' 8".
You then scanned your surroundings, and saw that you were in a small college dorm room. You had no idea if it was even legal for you to be here.
"Wi, maître, I am awake, and ready to please," You said in your french accent, as per your subroutines, "Give me a command so that I may begin pleasuring you, maître."
"Ooh, let me get undressed first, and I guess we can start with a bit of foreplay." He said. You recognized his command, but even with your human intelligence, you didn't know whether he wanted a blow job, or a hand job.
"Would you like a blowjob, or a handjob first, maître?" You asked, trying to narrow it down.
"Uuh... Blowjob first." James said, finally stripped down.
"Wi, maître, I shall begin when you are ready." Your subroutines were subconsciously making you say these, but you didn't mind. Even though you were about to give a blowjob to someone who will probably never actually see a real vagina, you couldn't help but find being commanded as very hot.
James made his way to his couch, and sat down, legs spread.
"Crystal, could you dance over here for me?" James requested.
"Wi, maître." You answered back, accepting his command. in an instant, you went through your subroutines, and started to twirl, and prance over to James.
When you were standing over him, you looked at his surprisingly large member as you sat down on your knees. You realized just how horny you were when you opened you lips, and came down on him gracefully hard. You started bobbing up and down, and the pleasure in your mouth started to build up. After a few seconds, you came.
It was intense, like a hot wave washing over your whole body, starting at your mouth. The feeling lingered for a few seconds, before slowly receding.
As you kept going, and the pleasure kept building, you were very surprised at how long he was lasting. As you had that thought, you felt James tense up, as he let out a grunt of pleasure. He shot inside your mouth, making you cum once again, this time, even more intensely. It lingered a few seconds longer, before finally receding.
"Okay, Crystal, you can stop now," James commanded. You stopped, and stood up gracefully, closing you lips. "Just give me a minute, and we'll start with the real thing."
"Excuses, maître, but what do you mean by 'the real thing'?" You pretended to be automated just to annoy him a little.
"I meant sex by that." James explained. You giggled internally. Not only was this a sexual fantasy come true, but you could play dumb all you wanted, and no one would be the wiser.
"Wi, maître, I shall wait for your command." You replied. You were so aroused by this.
A few minutes later, James finally spoke up.
"Well, I guess I'm done, actually," James said. You once again pretended to not know what he meant, and blinked at him, "It's okay now, Crystal, You can go back to your charging dock."
"Wi, maître. I apologize, but I am required to connect to your internet, maître," You didn't need the wi-fi, but you would be bored without it, "May I have your internet password, maître?"
"Yes, it's on the side of the router, Crystal." James said, pulling his shirt on, and walking over to the desk. You followed him, and scanned the password, memorizing it.
"Je vous remercie, maître." You thank him in french.
"Could you repeat that in English, please?" James commanded.
"Thank you, master." You repeated. That actually was a command that your subroutines had. James's smiles grew wider for a second, before he tried to hide it.
"Could you repeat that in spanish?" James commanded.
"Excuses, maître. I do not know spanish." You really didn't know spanish. It wasn't requested, so you didn't know it.
"What? What kind of robot doesn't know spanish?" James snorted.
"Excuses, maître, but I did not recognize that command." You were messing with him again.
"UGH! Just go to your charging dock, stupid sex-bot." James said. You felt insulted at that, and put a hand up to your chest. You still went back to your charging dock, and logged into the wi-fi. Later on, you heard James on the phone with Doc John's, asking how he could return you early. A few minutes later, you were shut off for the week. At the end of the week, you were repackaged, and sent back to Doc John's.