Can you believe it? Four fucking years and no promotion! I’ve been working at Gervas for four fucking years, and all my boss does is complain about how bad I am at convincing my clients to buy their refrigerators and stuff. How can you work with only one thousand one hundred sixty dollars per month and maintain a sexy wife like Trisha?

My friends are like, “I told you not to marry that bitch. She is not even that hot, plus she takes all your money and makes you look dumb.”

I should have listened. Your friends are always right about girls, but I was so in love with her that I didn’t think it through. And also, she has a nice body, if that counts. Anyway, I asked my boss, George, yesterday to give me a promotion, or else I would leave the job.

“Boss, I need it, right? You know how hard I work. I made ten sales last month! Ten! It’s the highest number in my life!”

“Make it twenty next month, Ross. You will get your promotion.”

That’s all he said and will repeat again next month. I have to do something. I had an idea. I knew George is fucking rich. He is a 30-something dude with two sexy Aston Martins and a luxurious apartment in New York. Not everyone can afford that. And I have also heard that he has a lot of cash in his house. But doing a heist isn’t a good thought. So I have decided to turn my sexy wife into a sex robot and steal some of his money.

No, don’t worry, I wouldn’t replace her body parts with engines. She would still remain a human, but she would have to act and talk like a robot.

“What?! I — do you think it’s a good idea? This is crazy... but it sounds kind of fun. I can back out anytime, right?” Trisha was shocked when I first told her.

"Of course, baby. You don't have to do something that makes you feel uncomfortable," I assured her.

Even though her and my first reaction was the same when I got the idea. Who sells his wife for money? But then again, it’s quick cash, and her heart will stay mine. So I brought home a wig and a black revealing dress that wouldn’t make her look like a prostitute, mind you, and taught her how to sound and act like a robot for the next couple of weeks, and she was pretty good at it. So much so that I was convinced she would make a pretty good actor.

Thanksgiving approached. So, I took her to my boss’ as a Thanksgiving present. When I rang the bell and he opened the door, he was surprised to see me there that night.

"What are you doing here?" George asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I have something for you, sir.” I pressed the switch on a remote control (fake) and commanded Trisha to come out of the car.

“I am already taking over the world, one bedroom at a time.” She greeted George in a robotic voice.

“Oh, wow. Who is this?”

“Her name is Karen. She is a sex doll.” I offered him one of my biggest grins, but inside, I felt more nervous and stupid than ever.

George looked skeptical. “Are you sure?”, he said, eyeing Karen in askance. “‘Cause she looks like a real human. A Gorgeous one, nonetheless.”

I was feeling agitated in fear that he wouldn’t believe this and the whole thing wouldn’t go according to my plan.

“Hah, yeah! Crazy, right? How artificial intelligence is changing our lives! No one will have to sleep alone these days. And you don’t deserve that, boss.” I shook my head, trying to appear disturbed.

I didn’t know anything about George’s personal life, just that no one has ever seen his girlfriend or wife,  if he had any, and that he always seems moody, especially with his employees, especially with me.

“How much did you buy her for?”

I pondered his question for a few seconds in my head before answering.

"Twenty thousand dollars."

“And where did you get all that money?”

I hit myself mentally. How could I be so stupid?

"Sir, I didn’t technically ‘buy’ her," I said. "I got her from a friend." He made his first sex doll and gave her to me to test and review her. Quality assured, sir. You’re not gonna regret it.”

It’s a better idea. Yes. He’s gonna buy it.

“Alright… And does she moan?”

“Of course, sir. Of course.” Karen moaned. Such a genius. I know it is weird, but she kind of got me hard with that robotic moan of hers. And George seemed satisfied as well.

Achievement alert!

“Alright, let’s see. Thanks, Ross. You’ll get your promotion next month!”

If he was thinking about taking Karen inside and closing the door in my face. I couldn’t let him do that.

“No, sir! Actually, she..only listens to my commands as of now. You can change the voice commands to yours later if you like her services.”

“So, that means if you tell her to give me a blowjob, she will?”

“Of course.”

I felt a tinge of jealousy when I said this, but I shook that feeling as soon as it arose.

We’re here for the money. I told myself.

“Karen, give your Boss a nice and warm blowjob,” I commanded. She locked eyes with me, there was a sign of playfulness in her gaze, as if she was there to test my jealousy.

“Command received.”

“Command processing.”

“Command activating.”

Karen knelt before George to open his fly.

“Hey, pst, what are you doing?” He whispered, looked around, and said again, “Come in. Things will get real hot now.”

We were inside George’s bedroom, and Karen was giving him a head. I looked anywhere but at them, trying to avoid as much as I could. But underneath, I felt hard and swelled.

George was sitting on the edge of his bed while Karen was kneeling in front of him and giving him a taste of her sweet tongue down on his dick which was smaller than mine.

“Such a sweet girl, aren’t you Karen.”

George was holding her hair back and looking at her as she sucked his balls. She shot me a smirk, clearly enjoying the act.

“Won’t you undress for me and let me see those sweet little tits?”

He was looking at her like she was an actual dinner dish.

“Sir, Karen only listens to my commands.”

“Tell her to take her clothes off. Let me see that body.”

I told her what to do, and she answered, “First service is free. Deposit $50 to proceed.”

“Sure, sure. Everything for my sexy lady.”

George went to open his safe and brought out a bundle of cash. He handed her $50 and said,

“Take off your dress. Let me see those boobies.”

Karen seductively took her dress off and stood only in her black-lacy lingerie when I told her to. George was now in a different world, salivating over a sex doll who seemed so hot and bothered, as if she wouldn’t need any voice commands to act anymore. If she didn’t do it according to the plan, I was going to subtract the 50% share of the money that I had promised her.

George was measuring her up and down with his lustful gaze and slowly touching her smooth skin with those rough hands of his.

“Jesus, you look nothing like a sex doll, do you?” George said as he squeezed her titties and put one in his mouth, sucking and gobbling it like a starving idiot. A small moan escaped her lips. I felt impatient and wanted to get it over with as soon as possible.

Her moans became louder and clearer as George sucked harder and harder on her nipples, sometimes nibbling and licking them as he went.

“Sweet little thing, turn around and let me see that booty.”

I couldn’t repeat his command this time because my jealousy got the better of me. Regardless, she answered, “Deposit $80 to proceed.”

And he didn’t think twice. He took out the cash and handed it to her. I was now seriously interested in how much cash he had in his house so I could just steal and get Trisha out of there.

Karen slipped off her panties and bent over to expose her inner lips to his mouth. He licked his own lips before proceeding to bring his mouth to her inner lips, the ones I taste every day, the ones between her legs.

“Such a sweet, sexy thing for a sex robot, aren’t you?” George was saying as he licked the warm juice that was now sliding down her thighs and earned satisfying moans in return.

I felt tight under my jeans. As much as I needed the money, a part of me wanted to grab her and fuck her hard right there in front of him for being such as bitch.

“You taste so sweet, Karen.” I watched him as he grabbed her buttcheeks in his hands and ate her from behind while spanking her ass and making her scream louder the whole time. “You taste so real.”

This went on for a while. I watched as he fingered her honeypot to get more juice out of her and licked it off every time. Her moans and screams didn’t sound robotic anymore. They are now more real, sexier, and full of lust. I don’t remember seeing her like this before.

“Here, come here, baby doll.” George kissed her hard on the lips, placing his hand around her neck. Her ass was touching his groin, increasing his hardness more and more with every passing second. His hands slipped down to her breasts, squeezing and fondling those creamy rose buds.

It didn’t look like he was having sex with a robot. If you ever gift me a sex doll, I would make sure to make it my slave. Why do I have to satisfy its needs? If I were the boss, I would rather act like one.

George pushed her down to the bed and as he began to thrust himself inside of her, "Deposit $200 to proceed," she prompted.

Her words didn’t sound like an AI voice anymore. She didn’t try to make it look like that either. She just took it all as he gave and motivated him to give more. The pounding session went on for about 25 mins and for each new position, she charged him an extra $50. She did everything as he told her and didn’t require my voice command anymore. I was feeling humiliated, but only stayed there because of the money; It was my money too, and I decided that after this was over, I was going to ask her to leave my house for betraying me.

After about forty-five minutes, when she swallowed his cum for $100, George came to me and showed his gratitude for bringing Karen along. By the end of the day, we had $530 and a broken relationship.

“Thanks, Ross. Thank you for showing me what a wife should be like. You are a lucky man, Ross.” He patted my shoulder and winked.

“Wife? What — what are you talking about?” I couldn’t hide the nervousness in my tone but tried to smile all the same.

“You should have known that I wasn’t just going to have sex with your boss, right?” Trisha entered the conversation with a bitchy attitude and slutty tone of voice that I don’t remember her using on me before.

“ What are you talking about?” I repeated.

“Silly, George and I have known each other for a long time.” She had her arm on his shoulder. “We just didn’t want you to see us like this….before today,” she added.

When she stopped talking, I realized that I wasn’t going to get the money we earned, plus I already had lost my wife. So I did what I didn’t see myself doing. I fell to my knees and begged him to give me a promotion.

“Boss, I’ll get you another girl who doesn’t charge more than thirty dollars per hour. Please make me the chief manager.”

I didn’t get what I wanted or deserved, but 2 months after that incident, I was working as an individual contributor of Gervas for $3000 per month and my boss was still fucking my wife.