He had been in the business since its early beginnings.  James was more than just a repairman; he was an artist at his craft.  He started as an apprentice to another master.  Bruno was an excellent repairman too, but he always did things by the book.  He tried to instill that in his protege James but realized early on that he was much more.

It was forbidden to alter their physical structure or programming, but James loved to tinker.  James would only dabble in unorthodox repairs with part units.  Often Bruno's shop would receive units so completely damaged that they were beyond repair at a reasonable price.  And, much like automobiles of the twentieth century,  he would get a mechanics lien and take over ownership.

This was an inexpensive way to gather parts for upcoming repairs on older models.  Of course, as it always does time and technology surpasses us all, while the younger generation takes over.  Bruno was now ninety and was probably ten years past his prime, so he reluctantly retired.  James was already doing the lions-share of work at that point, and it was an easy transition.

With Bruno out of the picture, James followed his own path and began revealing his artisanal skills to some of his most trusted clients.  It worked out well for both as it was not only illegal to make changes but also unlawful to possess a changed unit.  Whenever James would 'upgrade' a unit for a new customer, he would remind them of such things.

At first, it was simple mechanical changes, such as increased strength or dexterity on older units.  They were the kind of upgrades that you'd spend much more for on a new android.  And much like the old automobiles, there were software upgrades for increased intelligence and speed.  It got to the point where they would come to him with a host of changes to make their units very specialized.

As their requests increased, there was a surge in one particular field.  Yep, you guessed it; sexual performance matching real-life partners.  James was very familiar with this area.  You see, he'd spent many of his early years perfecting these alterations for his own personal use.  Even Bruno enjoyed the fruits of James' labor for this purpose.

Over the years, James had created his own form of artificial skin that was far superior to what was used, even in the newer units. James' androids were far superior to the market's best new models between the upgraded intelligence and more lifelike attributes.  It was his attention to detail and that perfect skin.

James even developed multi-sexual units that could switch from male to female with a simple command long before the big corps developed them.  The additional hardware and software upgrades also made for smoother and more realistic movements in the boudoir.  His finest upgrade at the time was a gift to his former instructor, Bruno.  It took care of all his sexual needs and performed all the necessary household chores that were required.

At first, James' largest client pool was wealthy men looking for sex toys to replace their failed personal relationships.  But, as word spread of his skills, the female population came to visit.  The latest advances that he'd made in female genitalia, due to customer requests, were the ability to manipulate the width and depth of the vaginas.  Similarly, as women became a growing portion of his client base, they requested the ability to change the penile size by voice command.  These units also maintained the ability to switch sexual equipment.

James knew from his own personal proclivities that there were far more bisexuals out there than had conceded to such.  The early development of the changes occurred because James himself often enjoyed a good butt-fucking.  His own personal android was the prototype for most of the upgrades that he made over the years.

On the business side of things, James was doing quite well.  Fortunately, Bruno had taught him the business skills to stay under the radar financially.  The most important skill was to barter when possible.  It was better to be given things, such as food or supply items in trade, than monetary credits.  He could easily hide the supplies in his underground storage.  It was easier than trying to explain why he was making such an incredible income from simple repairs.

Over the years, James had developed many specific machines to make the repair work easier for him and Bruno.  While not specifically illegal, it was not something that either of them shared with anyone else.  After Bruno's departure, James expanded that area to include many of the commonly requested upgrades.  With much of that work off of his back, he was able to continue in his more personal endeavors.

Only in his mid-fifties, James wasn't even near his peak in productivity. He was already able to spend much less time toiling away than many of his competitors.  With this advantage in mind, James decided that his ultimate goal would be to create a sexual experience so perfect that no one knew their partners were androids.

There were many sex clubs in the city ranging from your basic whorehouse to the upscale places in the penthouses.  James wanted something in between.  He wanted it affordable to the average person while not being the shithole many of the lower-scale places had become.  Most all of the current ones were a mix of real and fake women and men.  The only exceptions were the high-priced places that were purely natural humans.

James' place would be all androids, but so realistic that no one would know.  Every employee in his place would be mechanical and under his direct control, even the maids.  James had already found and garnered a location in mid-town with a landlord that was unquestioningly aboveboard.  He didn't want anyone that would try and muscle in on his business and certainly didn't want them to know who the owner was.

You see, James had even created an artificial owner to take care of the business's daily workings.  His name could not be associated with the business in any way, or someone may deduce his secret.  The android he used as a front for ownership was his smartest to date.  He also maintained other benefits such as a bulletproof torso and wildly increased strength.  James named him Ellis Swearingen as an homage to the well-known brothel owner.

Ellis, or Al, as he was more commonly known, had been hard at work for months getting everything set up.  The furniture had been brought in, and James had already finished the workers months before.  He'd tested every one of them personally and made last-minute adjustments.  His wasn't assembly-line work.  Each of these creatures was an individual piece of art.

Both facial and bodily features were taken from real-life people with flaws.  It wasn't his intention to have stunning androids.  In fact, he was shooting for just the opposite.  James wanted his units to look like average hard-working folks.  The last android that he created was the spitting image of an old girlfriend.  James obviously changed a few things, such as her hair color and skin tone, but left her bitchy attitude intact.

James spent many a night adjusting her to near perfection.  She was four-foot ten with red hair. The real one was a bleach-blond.  Her breasts were almost non-existent except for the prominent nipples that were perpetually hard.  The best part of her, from James' perspective, was her always restrictive and damp pussy.  The second best part was her tasty nectar that flowed after one of her groaning climaxes.

During his first night with her, James was actually a little nervous.  She was such a remarkable duplicate that he reacted to her the same way he did his ex.  She ruled in the bedroom, and that was something that transferred flawlessly in this android.  James started off by trying to kiss her, but she was having nothing of it.  She accelerated the process by stripping off everything except her panties.  After all, these androids were built for sex.  They were made to work in a brothel where sex was paid for and expected.  So, just like any other sex worker, James' machines got down to business.

Katie, as he named her, dropped to her knees and took James' pants with her.  Even he didn't notice her unbuttoning them before she pulled them to his ankles.  She teased his flaccid member with light licks and occasional sucks.

Katie made her way to his scrotum, sucking his entire sack into her mouth.  As she gently rolled his balls in her mouth, James slowly stiffened.  With his jewels still in her mouth, Katie pushed James slowly backward until he eased onto the bed.  Once he was down, she spread his legs further before releasing his saliva-coated scrotum.

Pushing his legs back, Katie plunged her tongue into his pucker.  It was like she already knew exactly what he liked.  Of course, they were programmed to detect certain personality types just like real working girls.  With his little star well lubed, Katie pushed in her middle finger.  James was at full mast now, and she stood and pulled her panties aside.  Plunging down on his pulsing shaft, Katie grunted and yelled just like a real woman would.

Maintaining her finger in his rectum was a bit of a stretch for most real women.  But James had added yoga practitioners to the digital brochure for all of the sexual performers.  That would explain most of their extra-human abilities.  These androids didn't change sexual equipment or adjust it on command like his other models.  They were, after all, posing as real people, and real people couldn't change the size of their cocks or the tightness of their vaginas.

Katie rode James' cock like a slow piston.  She could sense when he was getting close and would back down to keep him from cumming too fast.  James closed his eyes and drifted back to his younger days.  They would picnic near the edge of the woods at his parent's farm.  The real Katie was riding him much the same.  She, too, knew when he was getting close and always held him back to get her own climax first.

She was a selfish little bitch that only used James for his family's money.  They never spoke of marriage, probably because deep down, he knew that she could never be faithful.  Ironically, Katie was the reason that he took this job.  He wanted to get far away from her, and the city lent itself to the anonymity that he wanted.  Here, she would never be able to find him again.  His family never liked her, so they would never share his new location.

Coming back to the present, James opened his eyes to find Katie still riding his aching cock.  He needed to cum so badly, but she was designed to keep him on edge for as long as his time limit.  He'd programmed this session for thirty minutes and was getting close.  "Get off of me and onto all fours.  I want to fuck that tight little ass of yours," James commanded.

"Oh, baby!  You know I want your big hard cock in my ass.  Fuck me hard, sexy!" Katie replied as she obeyed his command.

This was the part that James truly enjoyed about his ex's duplicate.  She had to do anything he asked without hesitation.  As she pushed his purple head into her restrictive anus, they both grunted and screamed.  James barely got to full depth before he spilled his load.  He pushed her down onto the bed, keeping himself fully sheathed in her rectum.  As the sensitivity eased, James started driving his deflating cock in and out of her slick hole.

When the customer's agreed time was up, the unit would act just like a real-life whore.  Katie queried, "Do you want some more of me, baby?"

James replied, "Yes, I do.  I love this ass of yours.  Do you mind if I get a little more time?"

"No problem, baby.  Take your time and give me some more of your hot spunk."

James did just that as he slowly hardened. Once he was there, James started pounding Katie's ass like a mad man.  He wanted to see if her programming for abuse was working properly.  At least that's what he told himself.  But, deep inside himself, he knew that it was personal.  He'd always wanted to use her like the slut that she was, and now he could.

To be continued...