A cell phone message cue awakened Serena on Sunday morning. It was Bill Norton advising he would send a car for her at noon unless, she called to cancel. Serena thought he was sure presumptuous and climbed into the shower to fully wake up while considering the offer. She only had three hours to prepare.

After showering Serena sat in front of her magnifying mirror. Some feminine trimming made her feel sexy as always.

She still hadn’t called to cancel after she daintily ate a bowl of fruit and wondered what Bill had planned so early in the day. Or did he work late on a plan for her enjoyment?

Guessing upped the ante and Serena spent the next two hours primping, perusing dresses, selecting underwear and fretting.

Wondering how good Bill really was in the sack Serena remembered the intense fingering he administered at Oh-Gees. A half hour before the limo arrived, Serena concludes she is ready to find out.

A silver Bentley pulls up, the chauffeur steps out and stands waiting. As Serena hustles down the steps he questions, “Ms. Serena?”

The chauffeur’s gloved had beckons, she smiles and seats herself.

The lengthy limo ride culminates at an electronic gate and Serena notices the ornate letter N with a coat of arms centered on the heavy iron work.

A long driveway leads to a mansion with a butler standing at the entrance, “Please follow me.” Gesturing he opens the door and she enters.

Leading Serena through a spacious foyer and down a long hall to the study the butler is silent until he stands to the side of the door and announces, “Mr. Norton, your guest," he pauses, "is there anything further?” and they both hear, “That will be all.”

He turns and leaves without acknowledging Serena.

Serena slightly leans forward peeking around, as she enters the study, to locate Bill. 

The greeting by Bill Norton’s familiar voice is made unfamiliar by the presence of an assistant. This unexpected accomplice causes Serena to straighten her posture.

Both men display a very business-like demeanor as Bill introduces Clarence Smith, his legal council and facilitator. Bill tells Serena, "Clarence can answer any questions you may have."

Clarence’s serious attitude is all business. He is a consummate paperwork facilitator.

Serena begins to feel her feminine preparation is for naught. She feels a little disappointed thinking her erotic encounter is starting to look more like a business meeting.

Bill doesn't seem to notice and offers Serena the chair beside Clarence.

All business, Clarence immediately starts explaining the contractual paperwork while Bill, who remained standing, walks over to a window in a disinterested manner. Clarence spreads eight pages in front of Serena telling her there are copies of everything and she is welcome to have her counsel review all of them before she signs.

Serena has almost no prior experience with contracts but, is not about to take a fuck contract to her attorney.

The offer makes her think they must be legitimate and the basic explanation causes Serena to think it is mostly to protect Bill Norton from lawsuits.

Serena initials as indicated and signs each of the pages.

Upon completion, Clarence places copies in a folder and hands them to her saying, “We will also send you photocopies of the signed documents.”

Clarence places the originals in his briefcase and says to Bill, “Sir, if you have no further need for my services I shall return to my office, I do have other work to complete.”

After he leaves Bill tells Serena, “Clarence is most efficient, I know he is curt but, he has been with me for over fifteen years and has an impeccable record.”

Serena is still trying to comprehend the scope of Bill Norton’s holdings, “I had no idea you had such an estate, did you build all this yourself?”

Bill chuckles, “Do I appear that old? It was built at the end of the nineteenth century. My grandparents purchased the estate and it was updated by my parents. They are all deceased.”

Serena next asks, “About the motorcycle on your card, is that your company?”

Bill laughs, “Oh, heavens no, it’s just an icon, I don’t even ride the machines,” then he says with a more serious look, “We shall now adjourn to the lower level where our business deal can be consummated.”

Serena felt a small shiver which wasn’t caused by low temperatures as they walked down a long corridor to enter an antique elevator. The expanding grid door slid creaked slightly as it closed.

The view of a cold concrete shaft wall did not reassure her as they slowly descended two levels. And a bump that halted the ride jarring Serena enough to give her a feeling of helplessness. Serena realized no one outside of this place knew where she had gone.

Bill offered his arm, “Shall we?” They walked down another corridor with poor lighting and more cold concrete walls that echoed each step.

Serena noticed a faint but vaguely familiar odor, something like a new car smell and silently wondered might emit such a fragrance in an old building. She noticed several heavy framed closed doors as they approached the only open door which had bright light streaming into the hall.

Bill placed his hand in the small of Serena’s back gently steering her into the room, “And here we are. Welcome to the most secret research and development facility our company owns,” Bill was expressing a pride in this large room.

A chilled Serena glanced about noticing it had the atmosphere of a hospital operating room. There were many devices she did not recognize and covered carts big enough to hold any supine individual. Goose bumps raised on her arms and she felt a tightening in her chest like her breathing was becoming difficult.

A curtained partition blocked her view of more and the combination struck a fear into Serena that became very obvious when she stopped cold.

Bill did not expect her braking and in taking another step he was half turned around by Serena planting her feet and coming to a halt. Seeing the look of fear Bill smiled and gave a reassuring look, “Relax, you are not going to be the victim of some medieval torture.”

It didn't help Serena who, was now totally out of her comfort zone, “Just what do you have planned?” Her voice quavering, her fear was on display and she forgot about any pretense of composure.

“Sit here, on this stool until Georg gets here to explain,” Bill rolled a wheeled exam room stool over to Serena. He felt sitting might help reassure Serena enough to lower her panic level while he continued with his explanation, “Sorry we do not have all the comforts but, this is a work area. And this project is my own and is secret as it must be, to prevent competing companies from beating us to market. It has been more than five years from concept to construct, uh, to this point,” Bill stopped before he overwhelmed Serena with details.

“You are privileged to be the first of what we hope will be many. We believe this venture will change an industry.” Bill’s British heritage didn't allow him to show much excitement.

Georg is in the next room doing some prep work. In the meantime I can give you an overview of our project.” Bill’s matter of fact attitude calmed Serena slightly as he continued, “We are on the edge of utilizing new technologies in a business catering to a huge number of participants or, as you would call them, customers. They spend an enormous amount of money and it is about to get even more expensive for those who can afford luxury. And more lucrative for our company.”

Serena once again feels uneasy, “This isn’t something illegal is it?”

“Not a chance,” Bill’s frown indicates he may be a little insulted by the question,.“everything we do is completely above board. We operate under a corporate heading, pay our taxes on time and have stockholders,” Bill pauses, “however, we are not viewed as mainstream. This division of our company is a supplier of goods to those who enjoy alternate lifestyles,” He smiles, “To encapsulate it, high end pornography is part of this company’s trade.”

Serena is taken back by what she heard. She only wanted to make a short video and taunt her soon to be ex-husband. Becoming a porn queen was far beyond that goal, “But, I thought you were in the same profession as my husband.”

Bill barely smiles, “I am and we are but, we are also in this business. It’s called diversification, we go where the money leads to capitalize on new opportunities.”

Bill returned to a business demeanor, “Serena we, meaning our company have a deal to offer you. You now have two choices. Neither selection will be reversible or renegotiable.”

Serena quietly studied Bill’s face as he began, “First, would be the basic idea you originally requested, a deal with me alone. A straight lay with a video which, I will keep a copy for my personal collection. After it is done you will leave and we shall not speak or communicate again, simple enough?”

Serena nodded and held her breath wondering what the second would entail.

Bill paused as if to wait for some kind of verbal response. He looked her up and down in a manner that made her feel he could see through her clothing.

Serena slightly pulled her shoulders together, crossed her arms and covered her breasts with her hands, “And what would the second option involve?” Serena felt a fear of the unknown well up inside her once again.

“It is a more intense and a lengthy process,” Bill looked almost like a doctor telling a patient some bad news, “It will change your life permanently in some ways you will definitely find beneficial.

It will be highly positive on the income side of the equation, it will make you a celebrity in certain circles and your attendance would be well compensated at certain events.”

Bill turned as if to walk away but, after a couple steps he turned back. He was giving Serena some space before he gave her the next clue.

Bill looked squarely into her eyes, “You will have no secrets physically. There is not one man, with enough money, who will not be able to experience you, sexually. Potentially hundreds of males including the curious, the worst perverts, foreigners, and possibly some you have known all of your life will molest your body and you would have no control.”

“I won’t be a world roaming, whore.” Serena felt violated. “How could that be possible?”

After another pause, Bill’s eerie smile returned, “Technology my dear, it has advanced to the point where we can produce things that were only dreamt about just a few years ago. Our company has nearly perfected an artificial woman. She appears to breathe, can move, is warm and responds to shall we say, to certain prompting?”

This amazed and confused Serena, “Why do you need me, if you can do this why not just build her?”

Bill frowned, “My dear, we need to put the human factor into the equation. Our marketing research shows we will increase our market by at least eight times over what we could do with a totally artificial unit.”

The whole scenario was far beyond anything Serena could imagine. Her mind spinning, she began to feel she had entered a twilight zone.

Bill broke her contemplation, “Once again, keep in mind you will be known intimately by people you will never meet. They will be able to know every small detail and some things you can’t even see without a mirror. Also, keep in mind there will be those you know who will also have this access.”

Serena heard a door close down the hall and looked toward the open door to see who was approaching.

“That would be Georg,” Bill toward the door, “He can explain some of the details before we get started.”

Serena found herself slightly put off by Bill’s assumption she would agree to the second proposal. She stopped short of comment when Georg appeared at the door. He wore a lab coat, was packing a clipboard and acknowledged Bill before appearing to give Serena an evaluating once over.

Bill introduced Georg who looked like the technician he was; a technician in charge of the machinery and processes that could make an exact image of Serena in robotic form.

“The nurse will be down shortly,” Georg told Bill and Serena snapped her head around from Georg to Bill, “Nurse? What nurse?” Serena's near a panic pitch continued, “What the hell are you planning?” She stood and doubled up her fist.

“Calm down, you most certainly can leave right now but, I would only like you to hear the rest of what we have to offer,” Bill quickly intervened before Serena could punch Georg.

Georg was not good at diplomacy or timing and Bill looked at him as if he had caused a problem. Georg realized he was ahead of the program, “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t know Mr. Norton had not given you all the details. Do you want me to leave?” His question was directed at Bill.

“Actually no, it would be helpful if you could fill in any blanks,” Bill said calmly,

“Serena, we have come a long way in the last couple years, technology wise. And as I was about to explain our company is on the very leading edge of a breakthrough in which you have the opportunity to take part,” Bill slowed down thoughtfully trying not to upset Serena while giving her the whole picture as briefly as possible, “We are prepared today to use computer modeling to morph with 3D printing and robotics. We can do skin and muscle response emulations and electronic visuals similar to virtual reality, only better.”

Bill realizes he is overloading Serena’s mental picture of what was about to transpire. He stopped for a few seconds before adding, “We have investors committed to over twenty million pounds British to see this project through. That would be well over thirty million dollars.”

Serena begins to feel she is about to be pimped and suspiciously questions, “So you want to use my image to make a fortune and then what?” her next a statement is really a question, “You’ll just toss me aside as soon as some better models come along.”

Bill was prepared for this. “No, we could ill afford that type of negative publicity. Your contract specifically states that you will be compensated both monetarily and with stock options once you are marketed.”

Cold as it sounded Serena found this intriguing. “Really? What does that mean?”

“For today’s session you will be compensated five thousand pounds or about eight thousand dollars,” Bill’s eerie smile returns once more as he adds, “Not bad for enjoying a few intense orgasms.”

Serena was overwhelmed by the scope of what she has been told and wondered how they know she would have intense orgasms. The dollar amount sinks in rather quickly and Serena starts to feel this is something she just can’t pass up.

“You will also be paid a royalty on each unit we sell for as long as you represent us at our markets worldwide. It’s in the paperwork you signed,” Bill calmly says.

“Why me, I mean there are thousands of women who would jump at this opportunity, how did I rise to the top?” Serena questions doubtfully.

“You happened to fit the exact model our research concluded would be the most saleable in the initial phase,” Bill continued, “When I saw you at the convention I could hardly believe my good fortune. Your total look and type was exactly like our computer generated model. We were about to spend serious money to find your twin.”

Bill looked a little perplexed and continued, “Your husband was a problem until we found out about his affair with his secretary. Our agent inside his firm encouraged him to put it on the table or, in other words, tell you.”

“You bastards,” Serena was incensed, “you broke up my marriage for profit!”

“Um, no we did not,” Bill was firm, “Your husband did that, we just pushed the process along,” Bill then added, “In the context of total disclosure Terronce was suggested by our agent. It was however only a suggestion. We did not hire him nor did we give any input or instructions as to what he was to accomplish,” Bill almost sneered, “That, my dear was entirely your husband’s project.”

Serena is now in a world of confusion about what is real, what is faked, who she could trust, what she should do and more.

Before she could sort her thoughts, two women in white lab coats appeared at the open door and Bill turned to greet them, “Ah, just in time,” and, “Did the physical exam results work out okay?” To which the woman in the lead replied in the affirmative.

Serena had gone in for her annual physical less than a month before she met with Bill Norton. Now the results were obviously in his possession and Serena asked, “Are you talking about my last physical?”

Bill smiled “As a matter of fact we are; you signed off on our receiving copies this afternoon, it’s in the paperwork.”

“But this is Sunday and my doctor is only open weekdays,” Serena could not believe this had happened so quickly.

“The records keeper at you physician’s office are now on retainer,” Bill was again calm, “Serena; I would like you to meet Dr. Bowman and her nurse assistant Ms. Jane Janes. We call her "JJ".

“If you will excuse me, I have some phone calls to make and Dr. Bowman can explain the rest to you,” Bill smiled, “I will be back a little later to see how you are progressing”, Bill’s exit again made Serena nervous even though she was uncomfortable with him there, she was even more so with him absent. She looked to Dr. Bowman who had a bland features and an unassuming stance. She was definitely not a mad scientist in appearance.

“This procedure is slightly complicated although it has been refined since we first began the project,” Dr. Bowman faced Serena with her hands stuffed in her forward pockets, “Just relax and try to go with the flow and I promise you will come to enjoy almost every second once we get you settled.”

Serena’s pulse increased and she began to feel a little light headed. She was not one to faint but this was approaching a surreal state.

“I have personally experienced a part of this process and Jane has gone completely through it twice and we both wish we were in your place. We are getting paid well but, we will not have the total package you have been extended,” Dr. Bowman turned to the nurse, “JJ, would you please tell Serena what she is about to,” Dr. Bowman stopped there.

“It will take us a little over an hour to do the set-up and a few extra minutes for Georg to do his part and then we will start,” Jane then pulled back the curtain revealing an exam table and what appeared to be a large shallow vat with tubes and wires connected to a console with several monitors spaced in front of two chairs. Two stools on wheels sat beside the table with a covered tray on each side.

Serena gasped and the fear in her eyes was directed toward Dr. Bowman who calmly said, “There is nothing to fear, we are not going to harm you; JJ please give Serena a synopsis of the procedure.”

“Serena it’s rather like an ordinary office call and a warm bath. Once you get past all of the mundane parts it just gets better by the minute and sometimes by the second. I did this twice and if I could do it every day well, I guess I could say, I would be sex addict in very short order.” JJ rolled her eyes as if to say she could not believe anything this good could happen.

“We need you to disrobe now and get comfortable on the exam table.” Dr. Bowman gave her a reassuring look.

Serena looked toward the table took a deep breath and started unbuttoning her blouse.