He tries to figure out how to move her into the back seat, when the car slows down and exits off the highway.  He curses.  “Ah well,” he says dejectedly, “I will try it out later...almost to the shop.”  As they pull into the parking lot, he says, “Robot mode, activate.”  Kate cannot voice her comply, so she simply transforms back into a robot.  She can feel her memories and thoughts coming back, with her movement being restored.  Within seconds, she is back the way she was, but she can remember everything that happened.  Oh dear, she complains, I'll bet I get put back into that mode soon.”

The car stops and he gets out.  “Come on.”  He does not hear her say 'compliant' as he has already closed the door.  She opens her door and stands up.  The leather seats and her outfit squeak loudly.  She sways her hips and walks around the car to his side and stops.   “Well, my dear,” he says while pointing up to the sign over the front door, “Welcome home!”  She looks up and sees in big bold letters, “Flint's World of Sex Shop.”  Oh great, she complains again, he is not only a pervert, but he owns a shop for perverts.  She would frown, but her face is locked in a smile at the moment.

Putting his elbow out, she quickly puts her arm in his and they walk into the shop.  The warehouse looking store is filled from wall to wall of every conceivable sex toy and accessory.  There are aisles and aisles of whatever you might want in the bedroom (or anywhere else).  An older gentleman sitting behind the counter looks up from his work.   He smiles and says, “Hey, boss, what's you got there?”  Flint smiles broadly and replies, “Kate here is our ticket out of debt.  She is my latest sales associate and sexbot.”  Kate turns to address the old man.  The term sexbot switches her vocabulary at the last second.  She was going to say, “hello there” as an escort would, but instead, she says, “Come on, you handsome sex machine.  Let's get it on!”  

Before Flint can stop her, she has rounded the counter and climbing in the old man's lap.  His facial expression is one of shock, but his arms wrapped around her seem quite comfortable.  She moans loudly and kisses his neck, running her hands up and down his back.  Oh yuck, yuck, kate protests in her head, this guy is like a hundred years old and I'm acting like he is some kind of hunk.  The old man tries to keep up, but she is all over him.  He cannot seem to figure out what to do next before she has moved on.  

Flint states, “Her programming needs to be updated.  She has some conflicting protocols.”  The old man nods as she spins around and starts rubbing her smooth latex covered butt on his aged but bulging unit.  “I have not had a chance to really give her a test run, but that should come later tonight.”  The old man starts to reply, but then Kate has her mouth on his, kissing him passionately.  Flint 'saves' him by saying, “pause program.”  Kate stops what she was doing and breathes a sigh of relief to herself.  That was awful, she thinks, and I have got to get out of here somehow.

Flint commands, “Kate, switch to pole dancer mode and take the closest pole to us.”  Kate feels all her escort memories disappear and being replaced with some unbelievable dance moves.  All of which, she frowns to herself, involve a pole.  “Sure thing, sugah,” she says in a southern accent, “I'll go on over there and shake it for ya.”  Flint shakes his head at the accent, but smiles as she shakes her hips all the way over to the 3 poles he has in the middle of the store.  Each pole is on a stand and the pole extends up to the ceiling.  Anyone up there is visible to most of the store.  Flint takes even more delight as she mounts the pedestal and attacks the pole with vigor.  He watches briefly as she swings around the pole, shaking her butt and everything else.  The pole dancer program must make some change to her breasts, she reasons, as they are jiggling more now than ever before.

Turning back to the old guy, he says, “She will be on day and night shift, taking orders only from me.  She will help make sales and entertain customers.”  While the older man nods his agreement, he watches Kate do a complete flip while being wrapped around the pole. Flint adds, “You take care of the desk area.  I don't want you out in the aisles anymore, got it?”  The fellow nods, never taking his eyes off her.  Flint chuckles and walks to his office in the back.  Usually, he takes note of the lack of customers in his shop, but tonight, he feels a change is coming and only sees possibilities.