The walk to the car is uneventful.  The cool night air feels good as she leaves the store that had been her prison for what seemed like forever.  She obediently keeps her arm in his as they walk down the sidewalk.  Her clunky boot heels echo against the darkening store front shops.  It is hard to explain, she thinks, but I feel good right now, like this seems so right or something.  As they come to a corner, he turns down the next street.  A bright red, two door sports car awaits them.  I have no idea what it is, she thinks to herself, but it looks really good.

Fishing into his pocket, he removes the fob that unlocks and opens the doors, as well as starts the car.  Escorting her to the passenger side, he says, “Get in.”  She replies, “Whatever you want, handsome.”  Bending down, she puts her butt into the imported leather seats and swings herself into the car.  Wow, she marvels, this is a really nice car.  As she takes in the sights and lights, Flint slips beside her into the driver seat.  Like he was on a date, he asks, “Some ride, huh?”  She replies as programmed, “Oh baby, this ride is smoking hot.”  I am sure I have never said anything like that, especially in front of someone else.  “Mhmmm,” he replies, feeling his ego stroked a little, ”you know it.”

The car pulls out on its own and drives away from the parking spot.  The ride is quiet as he plays with the radio, working to find the perfect song.  Her escort programming keeps having her shift slightly in her seat, making sure she makes a slight squeaking sound.  She will cross and uncross her legs every so often, or maybe running her hand through her hair.  Since her hair is incredibly short and slicked tight to her head, her programming seems silly, but then this whole thing seems unbelievably silly.  

The ride to his other job is longer than she thought.  She continues to flirt with her fidgeting, straightening out her already straight hair and clothes, and making soft moaning sounds.  He does not make any small talk, as he surfs the web while the car drives itself (standard for all models made in the last 12 years).  She catches glimpses of the outside world, covered in darkness, and wonders if she can ever escape this.

“Huh,” he says suddenly, “I did not realize the escort program had this setting.”  Uh oh, she thinks, this is not gonna be good for me.  He turns to her, which she immediately turns and makes eye contact with him.  He says, “Love doll model, activate.”  Kate feels different already, as she replies, “Compliant.”  She can feel her memories and thoughts being locked away.  Her legs straighten out and her arms pull in, bending outward.  Within seconds, she is stiff as a board, wedged into the seat and seatbelt.  Her mouth opens wide into an “o”.  Her eyes get big and her mind starts repeating, “play with me. Play with me. Play with me.”  She tries to clear her thoughts, but visions of being used and abused by men keep flooding in.  Her normal thoughts are all but gone and she can only find one satisfaction: sucking the nearest man dry.

“Wow,” Flint says surprised, “That was fast.”  He reaches over a hand and rubs it on her breasts.  They feel firmer now than before, her body locked in place.  He carefully puts his finger into her mouth.  Unit inserted, she hears plainly in her head, commence sucking protocols.  And with that, her mouth closes around his finger and sucks softly.  Flint can only laugh, “this is great,” as she sucks on his finger.  With each suck, she pulls harder, but never moving from her position.  He pulls his finger out and begins looking around, outside the car.  “Hmmm,” he mumbles, “I might have enough time if I can get her in the back.”