She feels her collar being touched and electricity shooting through her.  She straightens up with Flint in front of her.  He says, “Designation.”  Kate replies instantly, “Kate.”  She wonders if she was supposed to say more, so she adds in her monotone voice, “This unit complies with all commands from Flint, Assistant Manager.”  He smiles at that and replies, “Yes, you do, my little robot.”  He taps a few more buttons on the screen then says, “Well, I gotta get you out of here, but there is no way I can get a robot out of here with all the cameras and nosy eyes of neighbors.”

He turns and pulls out a bag from behind the work area bench.  Kate does not remember that being there before, but then the day has been one surprise after another.  He sticks his hand into it and pulls out some type of latex-looking outfit.  As she looks at it, she recalls seeing that “uniform” on a billboard.  Oh no, she thinks, that's an escort service suit.  As he separates the pieces of the outfit, she figures out his plan.  I am going to pretend I'm his escort out of here, so the cameras will not mistake me for a robot at the exit.  Her suspicions are proven when he says, “Strip and put this outfit on.”  She says, “Compliant.”

Without any thought of modesty, she strips right in front of him.  She is sure he will notice her imperfections this time, but he makes no sudden changes.  He just stands there and watches her strip in the backroom.  As the slex outfit lays on the floor, Kate picks up the latex outfit.  Like many of the escort services, they are required to wear a certain type of outfit.  This helps police to know who is legitimate and who is not.  Of course, prostitute groups have taken to uniforms as well, so the solution to the problems did not really help.

The dress has a sort of housewife look to it.  It has short sleeves, tapers in the waist, provides a modest look at the rack each escort has, and covers their butt (mostly).  The bottom of the dress does flair out some, so there is a latex pantie/short coverage underneath.  Kate has the outfit on within seconds.  The zipper is in the back so she cannot reach it.  As she wonders what to do, he says, “Turn around.”  She obeys instantly.  He can feel his hands on her as she hears the zipper in the back going up.  The dress form fits to her, even providing support to her girls, which have pushed up a little higher.  He straightens out her dress and says, “And now the boots.”  She turns and looks down at the boots.  They are the clunky style she does not like, and they are platformed with a heel.  Gross, she says to herself, I'm gonna be an amazon in those things.

Unable to stop herself, she steps into each boot.  With the squeak of her dress, she bends down and zips up her almost-knee-high boots.  When done she stands back at attention.  Flint stops to take in the sight.  In front of him is a blue and silver stripped beauty.  Her curves held in my the blue and silver latex outfit.  Her shiny skin matches the shiny outfit.  With the added boots, she is his height (or maybe a little taller).  He can only grin and he carefully cups her breasts.  He does so timidly, remembering the last time he did this to a robot.  She does not react so he continues for a few moments.

Satisfied she looks the part, he picks up the tablet again.  “Ok, Kate,” he tells her, “Time to get an upgrade.”  And with that, she feels electricity again as more voices and images get shoved into her mind.  She sees herself walking with men on the street and eating with them in restaurants.  She sees how she should put her arm in theirs to show her submissive nature.  She learns how to properly take the clothes off of a man.  And before she can even think about that, images of how to give any of the 5 sanctioned blowjobs by her escort service go through her head.  Trying to not think of that, she then gets to see how she should position herself in any of the 9 sexual positions.  There are a few of those positions she is not even sure she can be forced into that shape.

Flint says happily, “100% uploaded, now to execute the program.”  Kate tries again to move on her own, to buck the system, to run and hide, to do anything but stand there, yet she remains just as she is.  She watches dejectedly as he says, “Execute Flint's Escort.”  With that, she gets a new jolt of electricity.  She can barely stay standing as all of those images and poses and words and other stuff she wishes she did not know come flooding into her brain.  Her thoughts get completely jumbled in the overflow of information.

Flint then asks, “What do you want to do?”  Kate trying to make sense of it all replies in a sultry, soft, sexy tone. “To make you oh so happy, Flinny.”  Her rigid stance changes, as she shifts one leg in front of the other, letting her left hand play across her chest, while her right hand runs through her hair.  “Oh yes, now we are getting along much better.”  Kate nods her head and loads her next program.  Like a good robot, she steps closer to him.  Oh no, she protests, no no no, I don't want to do this.  Trying to stop herself, she says, “Does Flinny need a good suck?”  Without ever having done it before, she pouts her lips out.

Flint seems to like the idea as he pulls her in closer.  The warmth of his body surprises her.  He says softly to her, “Well, my Kate,” looking into her eyes, “As much as I would like that, I really want to get you out of here safely.” He turns and sets the tablet down.  Before he can turn around, he feels his zipper being lowered on his pants.  He turns around to find Kate on her knees with both hands working to get “him” out.  So many thoughts enter his mind, especially of what she can do for me, he thinks.  He wants to give in as she begins to find his unit, but he reasons, I got to hurry and this will only set me back.

“Pause program,” he says sadly, causing Kate to freeze in motion.  Whew, she thinks, thank goodness.  He steps back slowly, pulling her hands out of his pants.  Zipping them back up, he starts to shut off the lights.  Within moments, the store is almost completely dark.  He comes back to her, still on her knees, hands out, and mouth wide open.  She has not moved from that spot, just like a robot should.

“One more thing to change,” he adds.  He places a ring around her head. Like a headband.  It begins to vibrate as it goes over her head.  She does not notice at first but once she feels a lump like a mop hit her bent legs, she feels the cool air on her bald head.  Oh no, she screams on the inside, I have no hair!  Mortified, she wants to curl up in a ball and hide.  However, she remains calm and cool.  The voice in her ear says that she should like being bald because that is what her owner wants.  The voice seems to be much stronger in her head now, because as he adds a wig, she feels upset again.  Hair? She rebels, I am supposed to be bald.  Once again, the voice in her ear just changes her mind again.

Flint steps back and says, “stand.”  Obediently, Kate stands at attention.  From the glass window in the office door, she can see her faint reflection.  Her hair is blue, like her suit, and it is short.  Shorter than I have ever had it, she recalls.  It is combed over in a “slick” fashion, and if not for her feminine features, it could pass as a male style.  Looking her over satisfied, he extends his arm out next to her.  Her programming earpiece tells her to place her arm in his.  With their elbows locked together, he starts to walk to the front door.  She matches his pace, noticing quickly that she is really swinging her hips now.  Well, she thinks hopefully, at least I'm finally getting out of here.