The next morning, as the sun illuminated the kitchen, Mistress stirred from her sleep, stretching her limbs and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. With a yawn, she made her way to the kitchen, the familiar aroma of freshly brewed coffee guiding her steps. As she entered the room, she was met with the sight of Maidy already bustling about, preparing breakfast with meticulous care.
"Good morning, mistress," Maidy greeted her, her robotic voice carrying a hint of warmth. "I've brewed your favorite blend of coffee and cooked a hearty breakfast for the family. Would you like me to prepare something else?"
Mistress marveled at the spread before her: fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, golden pancakes, and a fruit salad brimming with vibrant colors. Her heart swelled with gratitude for the care and effort Maidy put into creating such a delightful meal.
"It looks amazing, Maidy. You truly outdid yourself," she praised, her voice filled with genuine appreciation.
Maidy beamed with satisfaction at her mistress's words, her circuits buzzing with pleasure at the recognition. "Thank you, mistress. It brings me great satisfaction to contribute to your happiness," she replied.
"Maidy, we need to start preparing for the barbecue," mistress announced after the breakfast. Soon the whole family was involved in organizing the event, with Maidy assisting in various tasks, from setting up tables and chairs to marinating the meats and preparing side dishes. Her efficiency and attention to detail ensured that everything was perfect for the guests' arrival.
Jeff the boy always hated this. He hated helping preparing the barbecue and he hated when the guest filled the house with noise and unfamiliar energy. But this time, things were different. As Maidy, he found himself enjoying the hustle and bustle of the preparations. There was something strangely satisfying about being a part of the whirlwind, attending to tasks with precision and grace.
As friends and neighbors began to arrive, Maidy gracefully welcomed them, serving drinks and appetizers with a smile. The guests were amazed by her abilities, and many asked if she was a prototype from a famous robotics company. Maidy, always polite, would reply that she was a unique creation designed specifically for her mistress and her family.
Throughout the afternoon, the barbecue progressed seamlessly, with Maidy moving between the kitchen and the outdoor area, ensuring that everyone's needs were met. Her ability to anticipate and fulfill requests left the family and their guests in awe. The children found amusement in asking Maidy to perform small tasks, and she happily obliged, her synthetic form adding a touch of novelty to the gathering.
As the sun began to set and the warm glow of the barbecue lights illuminated the party, the atmosphere grew more relaxed. Male and female guests alike couldn't help but admire Maidy's beauty and grace, some even daring to flirt with her unaware of the maidbot's true nature.
A middle-aged man, Tom, leaned in closer to Maidy as she handed him another cold beer. "You're quite the catch, Maidy," he said, his eyes lingering on her curves and the intricate circuitry visible under her skin. "I wonder what other hidden features you might have. Care to show me?"
A young woman, her name was Samantha, couldn't resist the opportunity to engage Maidy in conversation. She sauntered over to the maidbot, her eyes lingering on Maidy's curves, accentuated by the tight-fitting maid uniform. The circuitry patterns barely visible under the fabric added a futuristic allure to Maidy's appearance.
"Hi there, sweetie," Samantha drawled, her voice dripping with flirtation. "I must say, you look so stunning in that maid outfit. There's just something about you that's... intriguing." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Maidy's metallic ear. "What do you say we find a quiet corner and explore each other's... functions?"
As the evening progressed more and more people approached Maidy, drawn to her charm and beauty. Maidy was basking in the attention of the guests. She couldn't deny the thrill from being the center of everyone's focus. The compliments, the flirtatious gestures, and the curiosity surrounding her existence all combined to create a potent cocktail of sensations coursing through her body. As she reminisced about the pleasure she had discovered during her private moments in the utility room, a daring thought emerged within her.
Should she indulge in this newfound desire, exploring the boundaries of her sexuality with one of the guests?