by Simon Archer
Maid to Order
Buid-A-Catgirl Book 1
Simon Archer
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
3. Beverly
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
11. Theo
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
20. Ellie
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
26. Kennedi
27. Kennedi
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
40. Omnicorp
A Note from the Author
1
All I could think of was how the generous curve between her waist and ass would be a perfect place to hold on to for leverage to pull her back onto me. I felt a stirring in my loins and knew in moments that it would be difficult to exit the pawnshop without notice. Right before I was going to break my gaze and return to the counter, I felt something rub slowly around my upper thigh and across the hard-on I now had.
I looked down and saw an orange cat tail with black rings around it sliding across my crotch. I looked back up and saw that the cat girl was now sitting back on her heels, looking at me and biting her lip. It took me less than a split second to see she was breathing heavily, which was signified by the rise and fall of what I could imagine, had she been naked, were the most perfect pair of tits I’d ever see. It was one of the first times I’d ever had to take a deep breath and swallow hard before speaking.
Swallow… I wonder if she…
“What’s your name?” I finally got out.
“Kennedi.” She stood up. As she did so, her tail slowly unwrapped from my leg, once more sliding across what may have been the most solid hard-on I’d ever had. I took another deep breath.
I wondered what a cat girl was doing in a trashed place like this. The white floor tiles were cracked and yellowed, the ceiling panels were water-stained and sagging, and the whole place smelled like burnt popcorn. I’d known people who had paid tens of thousands of dollars for a new CG. There was no way the owner of a pawn shop like this could afford even a used one.
I looked her up and down. She wasn’t deformed, and there wasn’t any sign of malfunction. Then something on her shoulder caught my eye. It was blood. She saw my gaze and turned sideways to hide her shoulder.
“What is that?” I asked as all thoughts of bending her over vanished.
“It’s me not serving breakfast on time,” she whispered, looking suddenly nervous. “The cuts heal quickly, but I haven’t had time to clean up the blood yet.” I reached forward and gently pulled her arm towards me. Her entire arm had the same type of blood marks all up and down it.
“How the fuck are you even here?” I asked as disgust welled up in my throat. Women, children, and old people… I don’t care who somebody was. Those are the types you don’t fuck with, even if they were android creations.
“I was scheduled for recycling because I’m defective,” she said matter-of-factly. “I was traveling by truck to the plant when it hit a bump, and I fell out onto the road.” She pointed out the window. “Right over there.”
“What’s your defect?” I asked, still holding her arm.
“I cannot connect to the wireless network to receive updates.” She looked at the floor, ashamed. She straightened up almost immediately. “I can learn anything, though!” she exclaimed, almost powerfully. “And fast, too! I just have to use more human-like methods.”
I had heard of the kind of capabilities CGs had to acquire knowledge through updates instantly. They kind of paused, and a moment later, they were Kung Fu masters, master chefs, or anything else you could ask of them.
“Why haven’t you been sold?” I asked as I looked her over. Surely that couldn’t be her only flaw. “If that’s your only defect, that fat slob over there could’ve brought in a quick five grand for you.”
“I was for sale for a short while, but he decided he liked having me around to do what he didn’t want to do.” She pulled her arm away and motioned across the store. No wonder that as much as the rest of the shop was in disrepair, the merchandise was neatly organized.
“How would you like to leave this shit hole? I don’t have much use for you, but this,” I motioned to her arm, “is bullshit.”
Kennedi’s eyes lit up. That’s when I saw how green they were. It reminded me of a hidden Lake on the backside of the highest mountain I’d hiked while in Dutch Harbor, Unalaska. She immediately dropped her eyes to the ground.
“He’ll never sell me. He’s said so,” she whispered.
Then her face lit up, and her tail came forward and wrapped around my back, pulling me towards her. She pressed up against me with those perfect tits, and I felt myself getting hard again. She moved her full, cherry-colored lips right up next to my ear.
“Even after you leave, though, I’ll dream about having gone with you,” she whispered in a low, raspy voice, her hot breath on my neck.
Then she stepped back, unwrapped her tail from around my waist, turned, and started walking away down the aisle. At the end, she stopped and flipped her medium length, raven black hair over her shoulder to look back at me.
“You’ve made this my best day,” she said with almost a muted squeal of happiness.
To think that someone had mistreated her so badly that just three minutes of humane concern made such a difference in her day made my blood boil. I turned around and stalked up to the glass counter where the fat slob owner was lounging and slammed my hand down.
He didn’t even look startled. I wondered if laziness was gene-deep with this idiot as I put the box I’ve been holding on the counter and opened it up.
“What have we got here?” he asked, standing slowly and sauntering over.
“You got all the handmade Inuit jewelry it will take to sell me your CG, hand me five-hundred dollars cash, and then resell for a profit of five-thousand dollars,” I barked at him.
He suddenly looked a little more awake. “Kennedi isn’t for sale. That bitch does a damn good job making my life easier around here.”
I leaned about halfway over the counter and lowered my voice to a sarcastic growl. “Maybe you forgot the part about you give me what I want, and I’ll neglect to call Omnicorp and tell them that you have an unpurchased defect stowed away here.” He straightened back up, and I watched his face turn blotchy with anger.
He knew he had no choice. It was against the law to own a CG that you hadn’t bought or someone gifted to you. It didn’t matter who you bought it from, as long as there was a purchase. It was a marketing ploy used by Omnicorp, the makers of CGs, to ‘further propel society into a stronger economy.’ The only reason the shop owner had been able to keep her as long as he did was that she couldn’t report herself as an unpurchased unit due to her defect.
For a minute, it looked like the shop owner was going to fly across the counter at me. Instead, he looked down at the box of jewelry on the counter. He grunted a few time
s as he rifled through it.
“Where did you get this stuff?” he asked. “It’s not from any nearby tribes.”
“I said it is Inuit,” I explained. Even assholes deserve an education now and again. “Tribal elders gifted it to me when I helped out with a boat fire. One of their great-grandchildren was on the boat. They were grateful. Now draw up the bill of sale for the CG and give me my money so I can get out of this dump.”
The fat man retreated to the back of the store to draw up a bill of sale. When he returned, just as he was handing it to me, I heard a delighted squeal come from over my shoulder. A moment later, Kennedi was on my back with all four limbs wrapped around me.
“Thank you! Thank you! I am going to make you the happiest you’ve ever been! I can do anything you want me to!”
I had a few ideas about how she could pay me back, but right now, I wanted to get out of that shit-hole of a store as fast as possible. I grabbed the bill of sale and the money from the sleaze behind the counter and left.
Walking out to the car proved difficult, though, because even my six-foot-three-inch frame was slightly encumbered by the hundred-and-ten-pound CG hanging all over it.
“Kennedi, you have to get off me,” I directed her to the beat-up silver Honda Civic that I’d bought in Washington after flying off the island. I had needed something with good gas mileage if I was going to drive all the way to Vegas. “Get in the car.”
She promptly hopped off my back and skipped around to the other side of the vehicle.
“Where are we going now?” Kennedi asked happily.
Her question ignited a spark of stress in me. I had initially stopped at the pawnshop to sell the jewelry so that I’d have enough money to make it to Vegas and tide me over until I found work again. Now all I had was five-hundred bucks and a sexy-as-fuck CG to show for the pit stop. Not that I had any regrets about that.
“We need money,” I explained as I thumbed back down the road. “I saw a sign a little way back as I was driving here. Someone is looking for help with some machinery, so I’m going to go check that out.”
My arrival in Vegas would just have to be postponed. I made a mental note to call Hamilton and let him know. Hamilton, or Hammy as I called him, had been my best friend since our days at MIT together. Our lives have taken completely different paths, however. Hammy was now a family man with a wife and three kids and a mortgage. We couldn’t be more opposite about that kind of life we wanted to lead.
I started the car and drove out to the road in front of the pawnshop and turned right. The landscape was flat, red dirt and sand as far as I could see. The only break in the scenery were the tumbleweeds and lizards scurrying out of the road. Kennedi was staring at me with a huge smile on her face. Every now and then, she would bite her bottom lip a little like she was about to say something but didn’t.
“What are you trying not to say?” I wanted to know.
Kennedi shrugged her shoulders shyly. “I have so many ideas on things I could do to make you happy! I can’t wait to see what works!”
“For now, just do what I tell you, alright?” I had no idea what she was thinking would make me happy, but right then, I was focused on taking care of a few necessities, like money. Next, I’d have to figure out a place for us to hole up for the night.
“I will do that. You can tell me to do anything, just so you know,” she said happily. Her mood and mine didn’t exactly match at that moment.
Ten minutes later, I was driving up a long dirt driveway to an old farmhouse with Kennedi in the passenger seat. A stern-looking gentleman walked out the door and stood on the porch as I pulled up. He was only about six-foot-tall but was very solid-looking and had silver hair underneath an old greasy baseball cap. While his hair may have signified his age, I got the feeling that he was not someone I’d want to go up against in a fight.
“Hi there. Theo Cavanaugh?” I asked as I stepped out of the car.
“Yeppers, that’s me. Clark, is it? You’re taller than you sounded on the phone.” Theo paused his walk down the stairs of the porch, waiting for a reaction from me.
“Well, sir, I was sitting down when I called you. That must explain the discrepancy,” I replied, chuckling.
“It certainly must,” Theo said, his face breaking into a wide, friendly smile.
After two strides, he stood in front of me with an outstretched hand. We shook, and I took notice of the strength in his grip.
“What is it you need help with?” I asked, getting straight down to business.
“I have two backhoes out in the barn,” he explained as he gestured out toward said barn. “The buckets need to be removed, cleaned, oiled, and put back together. Both of the machines need new tires put on, and the older one has a gearbox that’s acting up.” He gave me a once over. “Sound like anything you can help with?”
“Yes, sir, it most certainly does.”
Theo took a moment to look me over one more time. “When can you start? Pay is seven-hundred-and-fifty dollars.”
“I can start now,” I said with a nod.
“It gets real dark out here at night. You’ll want to wrap up before sundown.” Theo pushed back his ball cap thoughtfully. “How far away are you staying? The roads are nearly impossible to see out here after the sun goes down.”
“We aren’t set up yet. Where is the nearest place to rent a room? I just rolled into town a couple of hours ago and hadn’t planned on staying initially,” I explained, not really knowing why I added that last part.
“The nearest motor inn is about seven miles up the road, but I gotta tell ya, it’s no place to take a lady.” Theo tipped his head towards my car. He had seen Kennedi squirming around in the passenger seat, watching us, smiling.
“How about this?” Theo started, “I’ll give you seven-hundred dollars for the work and toss in the loft in the barn for you and your lady friend to sleep. Can you live with that?”
“That would be great.” Trying not to show the relief I felt at having a plan, I reached out and shook his hand again, nodding.
“Well then,” Theo said jovially. “The ladder up to the loft is in the back-left corner of the barn, and dinner is at eight o’clock in the house. Don’t show up without your hands washed, or my wife will promptly kick you out.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I told Theo. I liked the man.
2
Five minutes later, Kennedi and I were alone in the barn. “Have you done this before?” she asked, referring to heavy equipment repair.
“Yes. When I was in Dutch Harbor, the salt buildup caused constant issues with equipment used on the docks to offload crab boats.”
Flashes of working in ten-degree weather at night on a slippery dock went through my mind. The money was damn good, and the island was a hiking and camping oasis in the summer but not worth the miserable conditions and thirty-two-hour shifts.
Kennedi was up on the arm of the first backhoe, leaning forward, examining the joint. She was nearly upside down, and I could see straight down her top. I was reminded that there were practically zero women on the island, and I had been there for six months.
Shaking my head to clear it, I asked, “What do you know about these?” I nodded to the backhoe.
Kennedi’s entire body stopped moving. She was frozen like someone had turned her off, but only for a split second. Then she blinked, looked up at me, and said, “I can disassemble, reassemble, and repair it. My programming doesn’t include how to drive one, though. I’d have to learn that.”
“Alright, then. Take the arm apart and remove the bucket,” I dared her. I hadn’t had experience with CGs before, other than as wait staff at parties last year when I was in Australia. Why not see what they can actually do? I had serious doubts that a tiny thing like Kennedi, even with advanced strength, could do the task at hand, but I still wanted to see what she could actually do.
And boy, was I glad I’d made that decision.
Kennedi jumped down off the backhoe, pushed me into
a nearby chair, winked at me, and got back on the equipment. Ten minutes later, the arm was disassembled and laid out in front of me.
Ten fucking minutes.
Kennedy walked over and sat on my lap when she was done. Her tits were practically in my face, her arms were draped around my neck, and her tail was wrapped around my lower leg multiple times.
“Will that do?” she whispered in my ear.
I looked up at her, at the equipment, and back up at her. As I leaned forward, she hopped off my lap so I could stand up.
I walked around the arm’s parts slowly, a bit of disbelief lingering. No wonder people paid so much for CGs. They were tits and ass that could do more than sing for their supper, so to speak.
“Hell yeah, it’ll do,” I told her. “Now, let’s get this cleaned up.”
In two hours flat, we were done cleaning and repairing both backhoes. Cleaning always took the longest, but even that took a fraction of the time with Kennedi working alongside me. The tire changes only took an additional hour.
Just as we were cleaning up the tools and supplies we used, Theo slid the barn door open and stepped in. Even though the barn was twenty degrees cooler than the outside, it was still over eighty in here, so I had taken off my shirt while we worked. I reached to the nail where I hung it and slid it back over my head as he strolled in.
“We were just wrapping up,” I told him. “You’re all set.”
“Is this a joke?” Theo asked, a bit of irritation in his voice. Kennedy caught the irritation and stepped behind me. Almost like she was scared. I was immediately irritated myself. I wasn’t sure why, but I wanted her to be happy. Maybe it was the innocent, happy, flirty disposition she had naturally or just feeling bad that she’d already been treated so horribly. In the end, I wasn’t sure, and it didn’t matter.
