He was in a brand new environment, as the son of fairly well-to-do parents, he was living in his own single bedroom apartment just off campus from the college he would be attending in the fall.
Since he moved in he was dreaming about bringing women to the apartment to party with, but with that naturally came the concern of his age. His parents had chosen a fancy apartment building with security guards and cameras in the hall. As a 17 year old he was old enough to attend college, but not legally of the age of consent, and since it was his parent's name on the lease, he knew getting consenting women to spend "quality time" with him was something he could do. But his parents would know if he brought women home because of their connections with the building security.
Now, standing in front of him was a woman. A woman who had not gone past security, who had not been seen on any of the cameras in the hall, a woman who was unseen by the other building residents, a woman who called him "Master" and was offering to serve him. Naturally, to Mike this was a golden opportunity.
"Alright, what should I call you?" Mike asked.
"You always called me 'The Wii,' or the 'Nintendo Wii,' Master. Do you with to call me something else?" Her sing song voice seemed constant.
"You are not a console anymore, you are . . . my servant. Servants have names. You need a name." Mike thought, she was made from a Nintendo console. What did he know about Nintendo? "From now on your name is Kyoto."
She smiled. "Thank you master! I love that name!" She responded very enthusiastically.
"Now Kyoto, why don't you make me a grilled cheese sandwich and get me a soda while I think for a bit." Kyoto strode confidently to the kitchen area and began assembling the makings of the simple meal.
Mike sat down with the manual again. The manual spelled out that any woman created with the Womanizer gun would be completely loyal to the person who had created her. He could ask Kyoto to do anything and she would do it.
He glanced over to her in the kitchen as she buttered some bread for his sandwich. She was facing away from him but occasionally glanced back at him with an enamored look on her face. He jumpsuit was skin tight. He could make out everyone of her curves and the form of her body.
"Kyoto." Mike said.
She turned towards him, buttered bread in hand. "Yes, Master?" She crooned.
"Why don't you sway your hips while you work and move in a sexually suggestive manner?"
She blushed and her grin widened. "Yes, MASTER!" Her deliberate behavior suddenly changed as she started to seductively make grilled cheese. She faced Mike while she buttered bread and slowly swayed her hips back and forth. As she moved food and ingredients around she moved her body back and forth, alternating between thrusting her butt and breasts out to accentuate her curves.
Mike was naturally getting excited in more ways than one. Suddenly it dawned on him. He could make more women with the womanizer. He considered the room around him and rushed to the junk drawer.
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