"You know, I normally hate blondes, but you are a total cutie." I tell her.
The short haired blonde laughs. "Should I change it?" she asks.
"What? Your hair?"
She nods. In my opinion her hair colour is fine. Most blondes have too much of a tan which makes their hair seem awkward, but this girl's synthetic skin was incredibly pale. I tell her that it's fine the way it is.
"Do you prefer black, brown or red hair?" she asks, ignoring what I said.
"It's fine," I repeat to her "you don't have to change it for me." The music gets louder and the synthoid girl asks me something again, but her voice is drowned out by the noise. I gesture to her that we should move to a quieter area. She understands and grabs my arm with her cool, metal hand. That beautiful, metal hand...
It turns out she asked if I needed a drink, I looked a bit dehydrated to her. Awkwardly, I drink my non-alcoholic beverage (I like to get home in one piece) while we sat at a table in one of the corners. She looked at me while I sipped my drink.
"Do you wonder what it's like? To drink, I mean."
The blonde shook her head. "No, not at all."
"That's strange." I said. "I figured an artificial person would be curious about a human's needs."
She snickered. "'Artificial person'?" It now made me feel like a dork that I called her that. "Just say 'robot'. It's much shorter." she continued. "By the way, what's your name?"
"Naomi." I said.
"Naomi, huh? That's a bit of a homely name for a tall, sexy babe like you."
I blushed. Sure, I was tall, but I would rather be small and cute. And if you asked me, I'd say I'm pretty homely. "Since when are girls with glasses sexy?" I asked her.
"Since always." she said. "There have always been people who like girls with glasses. It's homely in a sexy way."
"Oh? Just now you said my name wasn't sexy."
"Well, it's homely in a cute way, not a sexy way. Allthough... you are pretty cute."
I almost snorted my drink through my nose. "I laugh too much..." I tell her.
Sipping my drink I suddenly notice the odd silence that has broken up our conversation.
"So...?" the robotic blonde asks me. "Wouldn't you want to know what a robot body is like?"
My eyes grow wide and I can feel a sudden tightness in my chest. What does she mean by that. My heart is pounding...
Stumbling over my words, I manage to ask her what she means.
"What it feels, tastes and smells like." Without asking she grabs my hand and guides it to her right arm. She lets my fingers gently caress the flexible, metal alloy of her arm. It, like the hand that's holding mine, doesn't feel cold or hard. It's cool and smooth.
She lets my hand go as I continue to run my fingers down the length of her arm. Without protest from me, she puts a finger in my mouth which I intuitively begin to suck on. It tastes somewhat metallic, but not quite. Definitely not like a fork... I can't stop my tongue from probing the metal smoothness of this slender finger.
Meanwhile, my fingers have reached the part of the blonde robot's upper arms where the metal stops and soft plastic continues. It deceptively feels like human skin. She tells me to pinch it. I do as she says and I notice that it reacts differently from real skin. It's a bit rubbery, but still very soft.
"Do you want to taste it as well?" she asks as she pulls her finger from my mouth. Without answering I get closer and give her chest a careful lick. It tasted synthetic, yet flowery. The smell was very similar to the taste. Between her cleavage I found some remaining sweat. Curious about the taste I licked her again. The blonde gasped. Her synthetic sweat tasted more metallic than her finger and caused a prickling sensation on my tongue.
I strangely liked it and continued to lick the sweat of the petite blondes breasts, her nipples almost popping out of her tight top. She ran her fingers through my short hair and kissed the top of my head. I looked up to her and she kissed my on the mouth. We started kissing like crazy. Her tongue had a taste similar to her skin, oddly sweet and flowery. So soft...
Much to my dismay, she eventyally slowed down and stopped. "I want to finish this at your place." she said. We both got up and left the club. She told me that I shouldn't worry about the drink, her company would take care of it.
Outside I could hear her feet click on the pavement. I hadn't noticed her legs on the dancefloor and could only now see them clearly. Beautiful. Shapely. Metal. I almost drooled at the sight. They seemed to be made of the same alloy as her arms and stopped just below her very short skirt. Her feet were shaped like sexy, high-heeled shoes and simply errisistable.
"Where do you live?" Glad that she didn't notice me staring, I tell her my address. She then calculates the shortest route to my appartment. We arrive there a lot sooner than I imagined. After I close the door we immediately start making out again. The arousal grows and grows. Oh, what a wonderful evening I'm having!