After
a week and a half adrift in space, Chip sighted an object coming
near on the monitor. The closer it got the more it looked like
another spacecraft. He let out a loud "alright!" and
tidied up his appearance.
The ship came near and opened up a large bay door, swallowing up
the silver sphere. Once the loading was done, Chip emerged from
his craft, greeted by a pretty young lady. She was cute - shaped
like a model, with a dignified walk. The pert woman with dirty
blonde hair was dressed up in a white vinyl skirt and coat. Chip
immediately lusted for her, and felt a flush come to his face.
"Hi. I'm Chip". he said in his manliest voice.
"My name's Ashley. I work for Larch Consumer Products and
Chemical". She said as she came closer. "You look like
you could use some help with your shuttle." He was
pleasantly surprised when she put her hand up to caress his
ragged beard. "It also looks like you need a good
shave." she said, her voice getting playful.
Chip looked into her grey-blue eyes, noticing her lengthy blonde
eyelashes. Her rectangular frameless eyeglasses seemed to match
the exotic, angular appearance of her eyebrows. He had to take a
step back to get his cool under control. Ashley, at least he
hoped, was just as turned on as he. "I need help home, and I
need to get some news." he told her, stopping short of
mentioning his adventures through time.
"Well," Ashley said, "I can offer you several
subscriptions for news services." She pulled a small remote
from a pocket and pointed roughly at the wall. A perfectly clear
3D image of the logos of several news services appeared stacked
on each other. "Go ahead and make some selections."
she said smiling.
Chip took a lingering look at the holographic stack of vibrant,
flashy animations and clips. The sound that came with it was a
series of channel ads. He looked back between the ads and her and
said. "You know, I'm a bit anxious to get back to
Earth."
"How about something for your shuttle?" she said,
clicking off the news. "It looks to me like you made it
yourself."
"Oh, no, I got this, from a friend, but I really need to get
back to Earth." He told her.
She crossed her arms and gave a pouty sigh, "Hmmm, we could
bring you and your shuttle back to Earth for a reasonable
fee."
"Ok," said Chip, pleased at the promise of returning
home. "works for me."
"Great, Chip!" she said, her face lit up. "Follow
me to fill out some forms, and we'll head back down to Earth.
Chip followed as Ashley led him away from the shuttle into the
rest of the craft. It looked like a high tech variety shop. All
around Chip were aisles filled with merchandise, gadgets, toys,
CDs, and even clothes. In the middle of the front section was a
glass table, with chairs and a couch.
No other people were around, prompting Chip to ask "Is it
just you by yourself out here?"
"Yes." was Ashley's reply.
"Don't you get lonely all alone?" Chip said. "I
thought I was going to lose it in that ship all alone for so
long."
Ashley came to a seat by the low lying table and sat down.
"I could never get lonely selling all these wonderful Larch
products to so many satisfied customers." She said.
Ashley offered him a drink as he took a seat opposite her. The
chair was soft and comfortable, and he was delighted to learn
that Heineken was still being brewed. The pretty girl got him a
cool one and a glass from a fridge. The lager tasted as good as
he remembered. It then occurred to Chip that the instant matter
technology he had seen must not have been developed in this time.
His attention returned to his hostess as she laid out the
paperwork in front of him. Pages of legalese documents needed to
be signed. They dealt with the responsibility of risk involved in
space flight and things like that. Chip skipped a lot of reading
and put his name down by the Xs, reading the price as he signed
the last line.
"14 grand?!" Chip said tensely.
"Our prices are quite competitive, don't you agree?"
Ashley said, taking his hand over the coffee table.
"How far away from Earth am I?" he asked.
"We're up above the moon. We should be orbiting Earth in a
day." said Ashley as she pointed to the spot for the date,
not yet filled in.
"What is the date, anyway, Ashley?" he asked.
"It's October 12."
"What year?"
She looked at him for a moment, then said "'34."
Chip filled in the digits, still wondering if it was 2034 or
2134. Things looked advanced, but was it decades or centuries
ahead?
Ashley took the pen, filled in a '20', and filed the forms away.
"Well," she said getting closer to him, "we have
some time to kill, why not do some shopping?"
"Alright." said Chip as he put down his beer and got
up.
"You can bring that with you." she said.
"Sweet." he said, and was on his way.
She led him to a counter with colognes and perfumes, and sprayed
from a dainty bottle upon her wrists. She took in the smell and
said "Mmm, I like that one. You pick one. Do you like
Vanyo?"
Chip took the green sculpted bottle from her and paused for a
moment, feeling very turned on by Ashley now. Some of the other
names he recognised, which made him feel a little more at home.
The cologne itself was like a pine cleaner with a cologne scent
thrown in.
"Only $249.99 for the small bottle." Ashley said.
"Uh, I don't think I need any cologne." Chip told her.
"Alright, how about a shave? No charge for guests." she
said.
"Sure." he said as she showed him a chair behind a
display counter. He stared dreamily at Ashley as she pulled a
straight razor from a display and turned on a water tap. He
hardly noticed the chosen method as she wetted and lathered up
his beard.
"Don't move now Chip." she said as she held the sharp
blade against his neck. As the blade carved away the hair from
his face, he caught his reflection in the mirror.
"I just met her, what the hell am I doing?" he asked
himself. The girl in the vinyl skirt kept cutting away.
Chip began to speak, but was cut off with "Shh! Don't
move!"
The look in Ashley's eyes seemed far away, but she skillfully
moved the old fashioned blade against his neck. The razor cut
quickly and effortlessly in her hands, and gave him a perfectly
close shave.
Chip stroked his bare, cut free chin after she had cleaned it up.
Her skill was impressive.
After washing him up, Ashley took him by the hand and gave him a
kiss. She then led him out of the chair to shop for some
electronics.
"How about a new phone?" she said with a smile.
"Is that all you want to talk about?" he asked, holding
her back with his hand.
"Oh, of course not. Larch Consumer Products and Chemical has
many fine products to offer."
"Look, why don't we go sit down again. I'm too tired to
shop."
"Ok." she said, still grinning. "Let's talk some
more."
The two headed back to the couch. Chip put his beer down and
asked Ashley, "So how long have you been out here in
space?"
"Six years one month and seventeen days." She said.
"Six years?" Chip repeated. "Isn't that hard on
your body?"
"No." she answered.
"Don't you miss the Earth?" he asked.
"I've never been to Earth, except in orbit." she said.
Chip took a reclined position and pondered her last remark.
"What do you do in your spare time?" he asked.
"Oh, I'm always on the go!" she said. "There are
lots of stops on my route, and lots of satisfied customers."
Chip was a bit puzzled why she was still trying to sell him
things. The two talked and flirted for a while, Ashley mainly
answering Chips questions with segues into ads. After a while it
became frustrating for Chip to put up with the constant product
plugs, so he made himself a little more direct.
His hand went upon her thigh, and he began to stroke her leg
through her white nylons. Trying to interest him in space craft
insurance, she took off her glasses and undid the clips in her
hair. She tossed her hair down and put her hands on his
shoulders. Chip leaned back as Ashley felt up his chest and got
on top of him.
She stopped talking. They kissed for several minutes, all the
while groping each other's bodies. Ashley knelt up and unsnapped
the buttons of her skirt and coat. She removed them and layed her
underwear-clad body on Chip again.
He played with her beautiful body, admiring and kissing her soft
skin. Ashley sighed and moaned excitedly as Chips fingertips felt
for her nipples. She didn't have any, but her breasts were round
and full just the same. His other hand felt into her white
see-through panties, caressing her hairless crotch. In fact, it
was all just bare skin. Ashley had no holes, not even lips.
Chip stared into her eyes. She was still horny, still looking
that way anyway. Chip unhooked her bra and pulled it down her
arms. She flung it off to the side and put her tits around his
face. He wanted to ask her what she was, but took another feel of
her crotch and kissed a spot where a nipple should have been.
Ashley arched her back and looked up to the ceiling as Chip's
hand went over and over the bare skin between her legs. He also
noticed that she wasn't getting sweaty, and her navel was
missing.
He started feeling her up like the doll he was now sure she was.
She liked it more and more.
"You're a machine, aren't you?" he asked.
"My name's Ashley. I work for Larch Consumer Products and
Chemical." she again said.
Chip looked into her mouth, wondering if his cock would fit
inside.
Suddenly a loud clang was heard as another vessel docked with the
ship. He turned to see a half dozen women enter after the portal
opened. All but one were quite obviously robots, dressed in the
same style black leather corsets, adorned with formed plates of
chrome. All were identical, with short black hair and olive
complexion. They made their way toward Chip and Ashley, pointing
large machine guns.
The real one was unarmed. She pulled a lens from her head band
over her eye and studied the couple.
"This one's human." she said pointing to Chip.
"Stand aside." she told him.
"My name's Ashley. I work for Larch Consumer Products and
Chemical." Ashley said to the intruders as Chip got off the
bed.
The unarmed one gave the command to fire and Ashley's body was
hit with a stream of bullets. Smoke poured out of the holes as
the damaged parts inside crackled and hissed. The robot made a
last series of twitches and movements before seizing up, her face
locked in a cheerful expression. Chip put his hands in the air
yet again.
"Don't worry," the leader assured him, "We just
kill androids."
"Why did you do that?" Chip asked.
"That'll bring me a few thousand in bounty." she said
with a smile. "My name's Leena."
"Are androids illegal?" Chip asked.
"Do you live in a box or something? Just the humanoid ones,
programmed like that one." she told him. "What's your
name?"
"I'm Chip." he said.
"Is that your shuttle?" she asked, pointing to the
silver sphere.
He thought for a moment and said "No, but that's how I got
here."
"Wow, you're lucky the cops didn't get here first." she
said. "They'll be here soon to shut this place down. I hope
for your sake they're not looking for you."
"No, of course not."
"I'll let you hide on my shuttle for fifty thousand
bucks."
"I don't have any money."
"That's hard to believe, but the cops are on there way.
Follow my girls to my ship, and we'll talk about this
later."
Leena ordered her robotic clones back and said "I'll be
about fifteen."
Chip was led by the uzi wielding fembots into a small craft,
which pulled away from the company ship. He sat down in one of
the chairs, and took in the view of the scene. Even in his strange
circumstance, the open space demanded attention.
Soon, a blue and white shuttle marked "Police" zoomed
up and docked with the Larch ship. Chip turned his attention to
the fembots.
"So, I guess you're all named Leena." he said. None
responded. He had the urge to have his way with them, but the
guns were enough of a deterrent. He took a good look at the ships
controls and hoped it wouldn't piss off the guards.
Ten minutes later Leena came back on board, and they made their
way back to Earth. Leena pressed Chip for money, so he told her
his time travel story. She sat and listened, but she sure didn't
believe him. He thought she was treating him with more civility
than she should, but wasn't going to complain.
Indeed the two were getting along very well with one and other.
Chip was feeling at ease with her, almost finding he liked her.
Her stories were full of exaggeration, but exciting to him. She
and her team of "Electro-Vixins" scoured Earth and
space for androids on the loose. Lot's of money was to be made by
putting the unlawful machines out of service.
What she asked of Chip was that he return to Earth to help locate
robots for her to claim. To avoid being put in a nut house for
his story, Chip agreed to do the job for her.
The rest of the trip was pleasant, but Chip's nervousness grew as
they got closer to Earth.
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