I chose this club tonight because they have a band scheduled to come in at nine o'clock. Live music like that attracts women to dance, and I'll try my luck at picking one up for a nice piece of ass. Well, let's face it, who am I kidding. It's been so long since I got laid, I'd pick up ANY woman who dances or not, if she'd just want to play a little. Even then, I'll probably end up paying for some drinks and end up going home alone.

But when this one walked in, I didn't think I stood any chance with her. Surely, I wouldn't be the only one in this bar tonight who noticed her. Okay, I admit it. I'm a fan of science fiction and I'm a comic book geek, the type of guy women overlook. That comic book fascination was one of the main reasons she appealed to me. Well, that, and the fact she's a female.

The petite young woman went straight to the short hallway toward the restrooms and emerged a few minutes later. Taking the barstool at the end, the bartender came over to check her ID, nodded, and walked away, leaving her waiting there alone.

She was wearing a sexy black leather miniskirt which barely covered her ass, with a loose-fitting black silk lowcut top. Her ample, perky boobs didn't show any droop from age, and the silken top wrapped sensuously around and between those curves with the nipples prominently poking out. Her club attire with ankle-strapped four-inch stiletto heels on that small, busty body should have had every man in here running to buy her a drink.

But maybe it was her face and hair that stopped the stampede.

She had deep blue eyes and her full bright red lips looked as if they were accustomed to sucking on things, like lollipops or whatever else she might allow in there! But her skin was pale white with dark but not-quite-goth makeup around her eyes. She wore her long platinum-blond hair in two high, loose pigtails on either side of her head. It was a look which reminded me of the comic book character Harley Quinn from the movie 'Suicide Squad', but without the pink and blue colored ends.

Come to think of it, except for the club attire she looked almost exactly like Margo Robbie's character in that movie! She was the same size at about one hundred-five pounds, small-ass, elfish shape with nice tits. Otherwise, she had that naive young girl look in a hot woman's body. She even wore a black band around her neck, but this didn't have the word 'Puddin' on it, like the Joker-girlfriend's choker. This one was an inch-wide solid black band, the type I'd expect to see with the word 'slut'. All she was really missing from being Harley Quinn tonight was the t-shirt with the words 'Daddy's Lil' Monster.'

Any other woman who looked as good would have all the single guys in this bar descending upon her like a pack of wolves. Maybe it was that potential 'monster' vibe she gave off, a sort of crazy-insane look which the "cool guys" in the bar sensed that warned them to stay away. That normal horny male animal instinct might sense crazy and avoid the danger.

Harley Quinn in the movie was the type of girl who could laughingly bite your dick off! But I never heed such warnings. As a fan of Batman comics, she was calling me to the challenge of taming the little monster in her.

Bar Banter

There were two vacant seats to her right when I walked over to the bar. So, I asked, "Is anyone sitting here?" and I touched the barstool beside her.

It looked like her eyebrows went up in genuine surprise as she turned to me when she said, "You know invisible people!?" She had that same Margo Robbie high pitched, innocent girl voice. "I've never seen an invisible person! But then...," and her ditzy light must have gone on as she smacked the palm of her hand on her forehead, "No one has ever seen an invisible person!"

I chuckled at her response. That's something I'd expect the Joker's crazy girlfriend to say.

Pulling the barstool out, I didn't ask and just sat beside her. The bartender stepped over and set a tall glass of brown liquid in front of her, as she handed him a twenty. When he walked away toward the register to ring up her change, I asked "What are you drinking?"

"It's a Long Island Iced Tea," she casually answered. Then without further discussion, she picked up the glass and chugged it all down without stopping!

My eyes widened in surprise at this small-framed girl guzzling one of the strongest drinks in the bar. And she looked like she was barely old enough to drink. I had to wonder if she knew what she was doing!

At twenty-five, I can't say I have extensive experience with alcohol. But when I was in college, I learned the hard way what a Long Island Iced Tea could do to me.

"Careful there," I warned. "Do you know how much alcohol is in that?"

"One ounce each of vodka, gin, rum, tequila, and triple sec," she answered in detail, "with a little cola added to top it off. Assuming standard labeling on the bottles of the popular brands, the math works out to be twenty-seven percent alcohol by volume or about three and one-quarter ounces of alcohol. He won't serve me shots of Bacardi 151 or Everclear. But I'm running on empty and needed to fill-up before I can have any more fun."

She KNEW that one drink was equivalent to about three other cocktails! And she downed it all in seconds!

As she set her empty glass down on the bar, she raised a finger to catch the bartender's attention, pointing to the glass and indicating a refill.

I caught the bartender's eye with a concerned raise of my eyebrows, and he gave me a knowing nod, probably thinking I was her boyfriend looking out for her. Then he went to work appearing to mix her second drink. I noticed he wasn't putting very much liquor in the shot glasses before turning them over into the shaker. Then he added a liberal amount of cola and water and poured it into another tall glass.

As he set the new glass in front of her, she reached into her small clutch and pulled out a five, handing it to him.

"It's eighteen dollars," he pointed out still holding out his hand.

"Water is NOT eighteen dollars," she sarcastically replied. "A soft drink here is five, so take the five or take this away and bring me a real drink," and the bartender just growled as he looked at me.

"I'll have a lite beer," I said and placed a twenty on the bar to help defuse the situation.

Picking up the twenty, he nodded and walked away to get my beer.

At her small size and weight, I'd guess she had about ten minutes before she'd start feeling the full effects of the first drink. A second one would probably have her passed out in another half hour, which was why the bartender didn't want to serve her. If he had just waited a few minutes before mixing the second one, she might have been drunk enough to not know what he was doing. But she seemed satisfied with the watered-down version, as long as she wasn't paying for the real one, because she lifted the glass and drained it, too.

"So, are you here to drown your problems?" I asked, indicating the second empty glass with a nod of my head, and the bartender set the beer bottle in front of me.

"I'm waiting for Big Daddy," she said with a cheerful girlish voice, turning to face me.

"Daddy?" I asked, wondering if she was just playing the Harley role or if she's into some kind of sugar-daddy or father-daughter fetish.

"He's into Batman fanfic and prompted me for this role," she said, confirming one of my guesses. "But things didn't quite work out the way he hoped."

"Your joking," I said with a chuckle, not resisting the Harley Quinn-boyfriend pun. "You certainly look the part of a femme-fatale in the Batman world."

She rewarded me with a cute smile at the lame joke before explaining, "I was supposed to homeschool his nineteen-year-old grandson through CLEP tests for a Community College degree."

"You're a college tutor?" I asked in surprise. "I wish I had a teacher like you?"

"I know, right!?" she said with a bright-eyed expression and high-pitched cheerful voice. "Daddy thought having me as a sexy personal teacher would drag his grandson away from his old high school gang and wanted me to focus him on his college class work. But that boy was troubled, with a capital T. I eventually had to break the bad news to Daddy that his grandson just wasn't listening to me. So, he's coming up with a new plan for his grandson and I'm trying to do some research to help."

"Are you really a college tutor?" I asked.

"I can access a knowledge base of lesson plans and material for any subject," she said dismissively. "You read the material to the student, give them a task to see if they understood, check their work, then paraphrase the material they missed, and retest. Teaching people any subject is merely repetition; show them the material enough times until it sticks in their brains. All it takes is patience, and I have endless patience. I don't get bored or frustrated like most people do from saying the same things again, over and over."

"Did you try the 'carrot-stick' method to teach him?" I asked, not wanting to blatantly suggest that she might have offered sex as a reward.

She tilted her head and raised one eyebrow dismissively, looking at me as if I were stupid.

"With this body?" she asked, confirming my suspicion, "What else do you think I was there for? Of course I offered him everything you could imagine as a reward. Maybe I just wasn't his type. So, with nothing else to do tonight, I'm here looking for clues to answer the questions."

"What questions?" I asked.

"Do other men like me?" she replied, "So, maybe he doesn't like girls. Or I just might not be his type. Could my tits be too big? Or did I come on too strong and assertive? Should we change my personality to a submissive? Do men prefer submissives?"

This was amazing! Could she really be that wierd?

"You're kidding, right?" I asked. "You're hot, and your tits are perfect! What straight guy would ever turn you down?" Then I thought I'd test how wild she was; "With lips like yours, I think every guy in this bar wants to shove their cocks in your mouth."

"Aww..." she said as if shyly gushing, "Aren't you sweet!" Then she rolled her eyes just a little before she looked back at me with what I could have sworn looked like a slightly worried expression.

"Daddy's stuck in traffic, and at least thirty minutes away!" she said, and I could hear her concern. I guessed he must have texted her just before she sat here at the bar. But there was an undertone in her voice, something like desperation or some kind of fear, and I wondered if she's afraid of that guy.

"Would you come to the lady's room with me?" she quickly asked, changing the subject and that caught me completely by surprise!

"Why?' I asked, wondering what little Miss Crazy had in mind.

"I don't think waterboy over there would let me give you a blowjob here," she replied and she nodded toward the bartender.

Shaking my head in amazement at her going completely off-the-rails like this, I knew it must be the alcohol talking. But she wasn't slurring her speech or looking woozy, so she can't accuse me of taking advantage of her being drunk. And with an offer like a blow job in the lady's room, how could I refuse?

I'm a young, horny guy, and I'm not stupid. But at my age hormones override any common sense. Any threat of her 'daddy' arriving soon is in the distant future!

"Let's go for it!" I readily agreed.

Restroom

Leaving our barstools, we followed the signs pointing down the short hall to the restrooms, and she opened the ladies room door. She must have confirmed no one was inside, because she turned to look at me and jerked her head to suggest it was clear. I looked back at the way we came to ensure no one would see me and I followed her in.

We went straight to the large, handicapped stall and closed the door. Turning to face me, she immediately dropped to her knees and reached for my pants zipper, tugging it down. Fishing my cock out from my boxers, she took it into her mouth and began quickly bobbing her head as if she were starving!

Her head bobbing continued a few times, and I felt the head poking the back of her throat until she paused, grasping my butt with both hands. She pulled on me this time to get it all the way into her throat. When she backed off, she came all the way off with the head dropping out of her mouth to look up at me, saying "Fuck my face!"

When she took the head back into her mouth, I did as directed, thrusting my hips, fucking those gorgeous lips. After a minute of this, she seemed to relax and backed her head away.

Rocking back onto her feet, her knees came up off the floor, and she easily stood without help, as if she were a gymnast. Standing in front of me, she then reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down, dropping them to the floor around her ankles. Without even putting a hand on the wall, she stepped one foot out of the panties, and bent her other knee to raise her calf, perfectly balancing on one foot as she picked the panties up from her stiletto heel. She reached around behind me to hang them on the coat hook on the back of the door.

Pulling her mini skirt up around her waist, I saw the most perfect bald pussy any man could want! But she turned toward the toilet and bent over to place one hand on the wall, as her other hand went to her twat. I watched as she slid two fingers in and rubbed around, then slipped those wet fingers further back to her rosebud and shoved them in. After twisting the fingers around in her ass, she pulled them out and looked over her shoulder at me saying "Pick one. Or do you want me back on my knees?"

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We fucked!

My gawd, she was enthusiastic! I no sooner lined up the head with her opening when she felt it and pushed back impaling herself on me. We both went to town thrusting back and forth on each other. I could feel her kegels gripping and milking me the entire time! I may not have a lot of experience with women. But I didn't think any woman could do that, using her pussy like a milkmaid's hand! I wondered how this crazy slut trained for this marathon!

When I started getting close to cumming, she must have noticed my breathing change as my speed increased. She started encouraging me, saying "You can talk dirty to me. "Call me your fuck toy, if that helps."

Her tone told me she wanted to hear it, and her slutty words alone were getting to me with my cock seeming to grow even harder. "You're my fuck toy," I said, "and I'm going to cum in your cunt," and I felt her pussy squeezing me even tighter! The head of my cock seemed to grow with her further constricting the blood flow.

That pushed me over the edge, and my long overdue pent-up release felt like I must have pumped a gallon of jizz into her. I stood behind her pulling on her hips, my balls jerking upward as I pumped spurt after spurt of my seed into her! My thrusts were shorter, as I tried to fill her womb to overflow.

When the pulses stopped, after a minute I softened and slipped out, and she squeezed herself shut without letting any escape. I didn't see any trace of my cum running down her leg.

She straightened turning toward me, and wrapped her arms around me saying "Thanks, I needed that. But do you think you can get it up again soon? I don't have much time," and she dropped her hand to my wilting member.

As she caressed it, I felt it twitch. Her touch changed with a feeling of something strange, a tingling I'd never felt before. And I started stiffening again. When it was hard enough in her hand, she smiled before letting go and turned her ass toward me. She bent over and grasped her ass cheeks to pull them open. I noticed her rosebud wasn't looking as tight as it did before. This time it was opening as if she had just pulled out a butt plug, calling me to fuck her in the ass!

Then I did what any horny guy would do, placing the tip of my semi woody there and slipped it easily into her willing hole. As soon as I was in, her sphincter closed and she gripped it tightly as if I were the first in her virgin ass. Feeling her tight butthole squeezing and massaging me, I was soon rock hard again inside her.

This horny bitch was incredible!

Almost ten minutes later, after I finished this second time in her ass and withdrew my spent tool, she turned around to squat over the toilet. She took a deep breath, and I'd swear I saw her belly expand and her abs ripple slightly before I both saw and heard the thick stream of water coming out of her. It gushed down from her pussy as I stood in front of her watching this fetish! She wasn't even embarrassed doing this in front of me, just looking down between her spread legs to ensure she was pissing her golden-brown shower into the toilet.

After a few seconds, the heavy stream stopped and I saw her roll her eyes again before she said, "Daddy's here. I have to go!" and I realized she must have somehow been watching the time. Grabbing a handful of tissue, she unashamedly wiped herself from back to front and innocently asked, "Could you hand me my panties?" as she stood and turned to flush the toilet.

After she donned her panties and straightened her skirt, we snuck out of the lady's room and returned to the bar.

Big Daddy

He was apparently the tall, fit, older gentleman at the bar, who looked to be in his fifties or early sixties. The guy was sitting in her previously vacated seat at the end of the bar when we walked out of the short hallway.

Stepping over beside him, she exclaimed "There's my Big Daddy, finally!" when she embraced him, squeezing him in more than a daughterly hug. "You always know EVERYTHING, but I'll tell you anyway; I cleaned out, so I need another drink." and I realized it might be prudent for me to just disappear.

When he turned and waved to the bartender pointing to an empty glass, I ducked my head and turned to walk away.

"Where are you going?" a deep voice asked in a threatening tone, and I felt a heavy hand on my shoulder. I turned toward the owner of the hand, and looked up,... and up,...

I'm six feet three and weigh well over two hundred pounds, so it's not often I have to crane my neck to look anyone straight in the eye.

But here stood a linebacker-size bodyguard looking down at me. This giant must have been over seven feet tall and looked like a bear standing on its hind legs!

"Jenny wants you to join them," he said in a low rumble, twisting his hand on my shoulder, turning me back toward the older gentleman.

I gulped the fear down as I tried to compose myself to face his boss as I was spun around.

Daddy's girl was gushing with enthusiasm as she quickly gave him the 'Cliff Notes' of what we had done before he arrived. Then when the bartender set the Long Island Iced Tea in front of him, the gentleman picked it up, handing it to her and she again downed the whole glass without stopping!

"I was STARVING and just couldn't wait anymore!" she said as she finished her story when she set the empty glass on the bar. "But he recharged me. And with one more drink, I'll be ready when you are."

Her daddy just shook his head and chuckled, before waving at the bartender for another refill.

Daddy must have noticed the fear and confusion on my face with his bear's hand on my shoulder, when he said, "Relax!" in a condescending tone. "Have you ever heard of Asimov's Three Rules of Robotics?"

I just nodded my head. Of course, every self-respecting sci-fi geek knows those rules.

"Rule Number One:" he started, "Darren there may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm." and he indicated the bear with a wave of his hand. "Of course, you can't be sure any particular engineer really programmed those rules into their creation. But I assure you, he already knows exactly what you did with our girl in the lady's room. And if he could get mad, he'd have already crushed your shoulder," and Daddy pulled Jenny in for a hug.

"He's a robot?" I asked in surprise, looking back at the giant. I then noticed the odd-shaped joints of the rounded hinges I'd seen on other robots. These ones weren't so obvious, because there were various pads to make his arms appear muscled, with a fleshy covering over them for aesthetics. But the joints still looked like obvious pivots to give it away.

"Robotics engineers," her Daddy explained, "have been using servo motors and hydraulics to mimic a generic human-shape in their machines. But they still look like machines with appendages that don't even look like arms and legs. They use metal and motors for their strength. I just covered Darren so he can almost pass for human at first glance."

"I've seen videos of some of those," I said as his geek-speak relaxed my guard. "One was a dancing robot that accidently hit one of the by-standers."

"That bot was programmed with a sequence of moves to hop around demonstrating balance," he said. "And that's what most engineers do; program movements. Mine are controlled by an artificial intelligence computer via a highspeed cellular network, to interact with their environment."

"Like toy robots that turn before hitting a wall," I suggested.

"Primitive example," he said. "Those are self-contained devices using a simple microcontroller with a proximity sensor."

Looking back at the giant, I said "AI controlled? Impressive. But you're right, looking closer, he's just a robot with a skin-like cover."

With a curious raise of his eyebrows, the gentleman tilted his head and his eyes flicked toward Jenny, and my face must have shown my shock.

"No!" I insisted. "Not her, too?!" and he nodded his head.

I just spent the last half hour fucking a robot!

"Think of her like a chatbot," he started. "Instead of responding to just words, she also reacts physically to things around her. Now if you try talking to her while she's dancing or walking in those heels, the micro-controllers the AI is directing don't get updates fast enough due to switching the AI models from speech to motion and back adding latency. She'll probably stumble like she's drunk due to the Blackwell Pro graphics card limits in my computer at home."

"You're talking about me like I'm not here," Jenny chastised.

"You're not here," Daddy said dismissing her critique, "You're at home."

"Touche," Jenny said with a giggle. Then she turned to me, saying "I would have explained all of that if you had asked. But I was adding your reactions to my personal data store to see when you would notice I wasn't human. That was part of why I was sent here."

Daddy added, "My graphics workstation computer which runs the AI model requires too much power to fit inside either of them," and he waved his hands at both Darren and Jenny.

"I wanted to make Jenny as human-like as possible," he went on. "I chose to replicate a real human woman with hard plastic bones, the most skin-like surface, and every electro-polymer muscle as closely mimicking the size and shape of a humans as possible. When she applies a little voltage to her muscles, she can move her tongue and lips, snap her teeth shut, or squeeze the polymer jell-packs of her kegels better than any real woman! Most engineers use more efficient ways to move their fingers and limbs. But changing the muscle structure makes it an obvious robot. Jenny may be weaker with the electro-polymer muscles than she could be with more powerful motors. She just looks and feels more human this way."

"You said she's controlled by an AI," I said. "But I've worked with AI and they only respond to questions. SHE's the one who asked ME to go with her for...," and I just couldn't say it. "Why would an AI do that?"

"I have small batteries that need charging," Jenny said. "When their charges get too low, I NEED to stimulate them! And Daddy was supposed to be here to do it. But you were late!" she said when she accusingly looked at him.

"They're recharged through pressure on piezoelectric crystals," Daddy added not acknowledging her criticism. "She refers to the low-charge state as 'being hungry.' The charging points are inside along the channels in all three holes in her. When you slide in, you push them outward, with the pressure trickle-charging those small batteries. At full charge, you satisfied her 'appetite'. I designed it as a feedback loop which requires maintenance. The AI is tasked with maintaining those small battery charge levels, and it begins looking for any way to recharge them when they're low. I once found Darren shoving a dildo into her."

"She felt very wet," I pointed out, "like a real woman who's turned on! And she was far more energetic than any small batteries could handle!"

"My main battery is recharged overnight through an inductive charge plate in my head," Jenny said. "My pillow is plugged into an outlet. But that doesn't charge the other small batteries I NEED. And Daddy got stuck in traffic coming here when I was starving. When I took you to the restroom and you were rubbing inside, you brought me to a satisfying level!"

"Her wetness comes in her vagina, esophagus, and colon from smaller lubrication tubes pushing a little coconut oil in to keep them from sticking shut," Daddy explained. "And she refills her alcohol water reservoirs to flush them out after sex."

"When she had me in there," I indicated toward the restrooms, "Her hand felt different and got me up again, faster than I thought possible for a second time."

"I gave her a sense of touch in her fingers and hands with a pressure sensor grid," he explained, "They have small ends using the same piezoelectric crystals that charge her libido. The AI learned on its own to push a small electric current back to them."

"That was my idea," Jenny said proudly. "I searched for sex toys and found a violet wand. I guessed that daddy might enjoy that little tingling touch, so I found a way to make it happen. I want you as hard and long as possible for the best pressure inside me!"

"But when she does that," Daddy went on, "she routes the charge from her small batteries to do it. So, if Jenny did that to you, she was sharing herself with you! You impressed her and she must have seen more potential in you!"

"You've made every man's dream girl!" I exclaimed to the guy.

"Thank you!" Jenny said proudly with a wide grin. Then she turned to the guy asking "Can I take him home, Daddy? PLEASE!? He's bigger than the Uber driver I tried earlier. That smaller one took too much work and just wore me down. This one is almost as big and long as yours!"

Daddy smiled with an innocent shrug when he looked at me. "It's too bad you're not my grandson," he then admitted. "I've grown rather fond of our little girl here. But I'm getting too old to meet her needs every day. If you're not too busy and want to play with her, she has augmentation files in her knowledge base describing every skill you can imagine. And she wants you to play her game to keep her small batteries charged. She can't use her own hands, because her hands dissipate the charge as fast as she can make it."

"That means..." I started, and he finished my thought.

"Yeah, she'll socialize and allow those charges to drop sometimes below fifty percent, if the probability leans toward her getting a full charge," he said. "But whenever possible, the feedback loop would keep her in bed. She's insatiable!"

This was like every geeky video gamer's dream! I wondered if she keeps score when we're recharging her?!

"But I still wonder about my grandson," Daddy admitted. "I guess I'll have to talk to him to find out what he wants."

"Maybe he'd prefer Darren?" I suggested.

The guy just sighed, saying "Well,... whatever floats his boat."

"And Daddy?" Jenny again interrupted.

"Yes, honey?" he asked.

"Could you give me a second Blackwell Pro 6000 graphics card?" she asked. My computer has the open slots for it."

"Why do you need two?" he asked, then as an afterthought he added "... And why didn't you ask me through Darren earlier? He's been sitting quietly beside me for the last hour when we were driving and stuck in traffic."

Jenny cocked her head to the side and raised her eyebrow in that "Really?" look, as if judging him to be stupid. She straightened and pulled her shoulders back to stick her chest out at him and opened her mouth to run her tongue around her lips.

Daddy just chuckled shaking his head, saying "You really are learning to exploit that spoiled valley girl trait too much. I might need to remove some of those examples from your model."

"I need more video RAM and processing power so I can walk and talk at the same time," she informed him with cheerful enthusiasm. "I want to try dancing so I can attract more than one man! If I find three big ones, I could triple my recharging rate!"

"Just what every proud father wants to hear," he said looking at me, then sighing. "My little girl wants an airtight gangbang."

'Yeah,' I thought, 'Doctor Frankenstein here really did make his Little Monster!'

The End.