The Suite

As the Attendant waited for the beautiful redhead’s response, the ship vibrated softly, indicating its departure from the spaceport.

“No, I think I’ll manage,” she told it, turning away. As the hologram exited, she commanded, “Computer, materialize console.” The room’s console materialized before her.

Derek watched from the balcony as she searched for a program. His heart skipped a beat when he recognized her. It was none other than the woman at the courthouse. Why her? What was fate up to? For the second time in the same day, he asked himself the same questions. Why did he care? What was it about her?

She was not ‘supermodel’ beautiful, but, that had never appealed to Derek. Was it the fiery red hair or the soft pink complexion with the cute little freckles? It had to be her eyes. What eyes! His thoughts returned to the sadness he had observed in them earlier. How could such a sweet little thing — Okay, okay, darling sex goddess — have anything to be sad about. She ought to be waited on hand and foot by all other inhabitants of the galaxy, and have all traces of sadness erased from her life before they ever happened.

Entranced by the captivating woman, he wondered what it would be like to bring those eyes back to life. Wait a minute, that’s how I got into this mess. He remembered the ‘love’ he had shared, how he had given his heart completely, just to be used and framed for her crimes. All his dreams and aspirations cruelly crushed by the person he had trusted with his soul. What an idiot he had been. He would not repeat that mistake. His heart was permanently closed for repairs and no one, particularly someone of the fairer sex, was allowed in!

As Derek watched silently, the woman selected and executed a program. All furnishings and decorations in the room vanished for a few seconds, showing the empty room in its true form, as the computer rearranged matter into what Derek recognized as his ancient Earth Roman Bath program. The back wall sported four evenly spaced ionic columns, holding up a vaulted ceiling. Centered within each pair of columns and built directly into the wall were arched niches proudly displaying sculpted busts of Caesar Augustus, whom he had modeled after one of the janitors from his former company. A six-foot-wide bathing pool ran the length of the wall to the left of where he stood, with fountains on either side cycling what he knew to be water at a perfect 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit. Between the pool and the back wall was a polished tiled deck with a stone bench to one side and a massage table on the other. Fragrant Tyrenian orchids floating on the water completed the scene.

Derek had a plan. “Computer, materialize console and a barber,” he whispered.

Apparently satisfied with her selection, the redhead went into the sleeping area and undressed. On the way to her Roman Bath, she grabbed a towel and wrapped herself in it. By the time she came out, Derek was ready for her. Wearing nothing but a short toga, he nodded formally from his place in the middle of the room.

“Greetings and salutations, empress. My name is Derek Erecticus, your humble servant and masseur.” Derek had wanted to add a character with that name to the program, but quality control rejected the idea as being too cheesy. Now, with the rest of his life hanging in the balance, he would be that character. To be in the room with her wearing just a towel, that was living!

* * * *

Tiana stood there, dumbfounded. She had heard that the realism of characters within holographic programs had been significantly improved in the last few years, but this one was amazing. The program’s author had not missed a single detail. She studied the virtual man before her. It was more realistic than her Personal Attendant. It had a handsome, clean-shaven face, curly jet-black hair, baby-blue eyes, finely sculpted legs and clearly defined, muscular arms, all framing a brawny chest and a ripped torso to die for. She would have probably designed him minus the chest hair, and perhaps given him more of a tan, but overall, the programmer had outdone himself or herself. It must have been a woman who designed this work of art. He had one hell of a user interface!

“Shit, don’t you guys ever knock?” she snarled, hoping the computer would finally get the message.

“I beg your pardon, Ms. Weiss, but your humble servant is merely part of your program.”

“How do you know my name?”

“The ship’s computer and I share the same database. I looked it up for your benefit.”

Tiana supposed that made sense. “Well, call me Tiana. Ms. Weiss sounds old and matronly.”

The last thing she needed, particularly after the day she’d had, was to feel old and matronly.

“As you wish, Tiana,” Derek replied. She had never heard her own name sound better. It seemed to roll off his tongue.

Tiana crossed her arms, tilted her head and stared at him, her cursed engineering curiosity getting the best of her. Finally breaking the silence, she asked, “Are you anatomically correct?”

Appearing a little flustered, he responded after a short pause. “Yes, I am. Why do you ask?”

Is he blushing? Since when did they program modesty into these things?

“Just curious. They seem to have done a really outstanding job on you. The programmers, I mean. You are a close approximation of a real man, less sterile than my Personal Attendant.”

“Actually, I am your new Personal Attendant. I am an upgrade.”

Tiana walked slowly up to him. This was one hell of an upgrade! She’d have to have a word or two with her technical support people upon her arrival at the Magellan Outpost. Slowly circling him, she lifted the back hem of his toga, exposing two perfectly formed butt cheeks.

“What an amazing amount of detail. Look at the curvature, the skin tone. Hmmm.”

Tiana hauled off and slapped the right cheek to see what would happen. It bounced and even turned a shade of red. She placed her hand on it and it felt warm to the touch. She squeezed it and it felt soft, yet muscular. Derek silently allowed her to experiment. As she continued her examination, she moved directly in front of him and lifted his toga , this time exposing his manhood. Tiana outlined it with her index finger. As her nail grazed him, she was surprised to see his penis hardening.

“Very anatomically correct indeed,” she murmured. “And nicely sized.” The engineer in her was fascinated as she thought through all the algorithms that must have gone into that simple reaction.

She heard Derek clear his throat, apparently to get her attention.

“I am programmed to respond to all stimuli,” he stated with a straight, emotionless face, even as his penis grew longer and thicker.

“Of course,” she responded nonchalantly. “I’d like my massage now.”

That’s odd. He got a stupid smirk on his face when I said that.

Tiana casually walked to the massage table, undid her towel in the front and lay down on her belly, draping the towel over her back. She turned her thoughts to the Magellan Outpost. What would it be like living in a settlement with minimal sunlight? Would she be able to endure the two years? How would she manage … Ohhhhh!

Derek had adjusted the towel so that it just covered the soft curves of her butt and upper thighs, leaving the upper portion of her body completely exposed. In the process, his fingers had touched her. Shivers traveled up and down her spine and those shivers had now settled deep, somewhere inside her feminine folds. Her lust quotient had made a jump from non-existent to hyperspeed in a fraction of a second, and she had the moisture to prove it!

What just happened? Is that damn thing leaking electrons on me or something?

She listened, hyperaware of the hologram’s every sound as he picked up a bottle of oil and opened it. She could hear and almost feel the oil as he poured it onto his large hands. As the heat of his skin warmed the oil it started to release an intoxicating smell throughout the room. When would she feel that touch? Where would she feel first contact?

She felt him begin by gently rubbing the instep of her left foot, first with his fingers and palms, then with his knuckles. The highly anticipated touch set her body to quivering. She felt the day’s stress begin to melt away. The warm oil made his touch feel like silk gliding on her sensitive skin. He exercised her toes, giving each one his undivided attention, before, too painfully slow, he began making his way up her calf.

A soft moan escaped her delicate throat as she felt the strong and gentle hands continue their upward trajectory along her thigh.

With both thumbs side by side on the back of her thigh and the other fingers on either side of it, Derek continued massaging his way up her leg, slowly, taking his time. She felt his hands make their way underneath the towel to where her upper thigh merged into her now soaked center. How could a stupid hologram, a computer program, make her feel this way? It felt so real.

Without missing a beat, he repeated the bittersweet torture on her other leg, beginning with her tired and aching foot and making his way up to where her leg met her already very wet sex.

A pragmatic engineer, she had never been overly sexual. How could she be this aroused? By an artificial intelligence unit no less! Why am I not grossed out? Although others use AI’s for personal gratification, that just isn’t my style. I can’t be this needy!

It wasn’t even a ‘he,’ she kept telling herself. It was rearranged matter instructed to behave in a particular way by thousands of lines of computer code. It had no will, couldn’t think and couldn’t feel. As he, or rather, it reached her most personal of places, it stopped.

Much to her surprise, Tiana heard another little moan, this time one of disappointment, escape her now very dry throat. Her heart was beating fast and her breathing was difficult. She felt him slowly fold the towel so that it just covered the lower half of her ass. As the cool air hit the newly exposed skin, she shivered. Those parts of her skin that were still covered jealously ached for the same freedom.

For what felt like the longest pause of her life, Tiana did not feel his touch.

At last, she felt his hands reconnect with her quivering body . He started with the exposed upper half of the sensuous curves of her bottom, with confidence and assurance massaging his way up her back and sides. He was sure taking his time!

She attributed this to the fact that he was a piece of programming, a virtual man. Had he been flesh and blood he would have selfishly jumped her by now. But damn, he sure looked, felt and smelled like a man!

Tiana felt his hands approach the sides of her breasts. Instinctively, her body having a mind of its own, she lifted her chest slightly off the table, in an effort to give him better access to her now swollen and very sensitive breasts.

“Please turn over,” she heard him say. It was not a question. Her mind stood by helplessly as her body obeyed the command without hesitation.

As she flipped over, her breasts came into his view. She looked down at herself. The little buds of her nipples were standing at attention, surrounded by pink areolas that looked so much darker and flushed than they normally did. Moving her gaze to the Derek’s face, she saw a variety of emotions in it. There was admiration, appreciation, lust and what she would have interpreted in a human expression as an all-out battle to retain control of his emotions.

The towel slid the rest of the way off and onto the floor. The coolness of the room washed across her breasts and lingered between her legs in a powerful wave. He stared at her for a moment before continuing. Resisting the urge to squeeze her legs together, Tiana wondered why the hologram looked like he was having a hard time breathing. That was odd, since it didn’t actually need to breathe.

Too bad he was just compiled code and not a man. What she wouldn’t give to have a real man love her, cherish her and take her right here and now. AI’s were nice, but she had never been able to bring herself to have sex with one of them—they weren’t real. It would be like masturbating with a computer, and that was just too weird for her.

She watched as he positioned himself at the head of the table. Letting her gaze wander down his body, she spied what appeared to be a painfully large, very difficult to hide erection underneath the thigh-length toga. That was odd. She had not requested one. How did he get one? Since when did computer geeks program holographs to react to nudity and sexual situations on their own without the user’s touch or command? In her engineering mind, she tried to think through what kind of sensor equipment would be required for the computer to detect her nudity and alter Derek’s penis to an erect state? Oh, hell! Who cares?

Not being able to withstand her curiosity any longer, she lifted his toga and, as she looked up from the table, watched his cock spring out and hover just inches above her face. She could actually smell the scent of his manhood. The programming of aromas within holographic chambers was still in its infancy, yet she could smell his masculine musk, and it was driving her wild. But wait — it was even leaking a drop of pre-cum. Without thinking, she reached out with her tongue and licked the drop of his elixir off the tip of his sex. The taste was uncannily accurate and incomprehensively delicious.

Mesmerized, Tiana watched as Derek, ignoring her actions, poured oil onto his hands and began massaging her shoulders and working his way down to her breasts. She closed her eyes and focused on the erotic touch. It started gently, almost like a whisper brushing across her chest as he traced circles with his fingers on her sensitive breasts.

Was this part of a normal massage?

Finding his way, he traced the outlines of her nipples next, finally, lingering on the extremely aroused tips. She felt his gentle touch hover there for a while. Suddenly, and without warning, he firmly kneaded her breasts with the palms of his large hands while simultaneously pinching her nipples with thumbs and forefingers. The resulting shock threw her over the edge. The orgasm hit her like a nuclear explosion that began at her center and washed over her entire body, quick but intense.

Tiana held onto the massage table as the room spun out of control. She nearly blacked out. Minutes later she opened her eyes to find him staring at her. She managed to sit up on the table and slowly regain her composure.

All that from having my breasts touched? She turned to Derek as she got off the table. Why does that stupid hologram look so smug? She looked away and headed for the suite’s bedroom.

“Set a wake-up call for nine, Earth time, tomorrow morning. Exit program.”

All matter was rearranged back into its original design. Had Tiana looked back, she would have seen a very naked and still painfully erect Derek, staring at the sways of her curves as she walked away in her birthday suit.

The stress of the day and the intensity of her release came crashing down on her. Tiana crawled into her bed and within seconds, her body floated up and hovered just inches above its gravity suspension field. She silently praised the genius of whomever it was that had invented anti-gravity beds. How prior generations had ever been able to rest while lying on their primitive mattresses was beyond her comprehension. I am so thankful for modern, state-of-the art conveniences.

Tiana relaxed and, for the first time in months, felt safe. She didn’t understand why, but in her mind she imagined this feeling of safety taking on a physical form. The form was that of a tall, dark stranger who was stark naked. Tiana felt the warmth of covers being drawn over her and the sweet gentleness of being tucked in. She unwittingly smiled as she slid into sweet slumber.