“Oh shit, what happened?” David asked as he looked into the passengers seat of the clients Rolls Royce.
“I don’t know, that’s why I brought her to you. We were driving down the highway, she was sucking my dick, and suddenly she was spewing some nonsense about being late to court. Then she collapsed right where you see her.” the client replied.
David pulled out his phone and brought up the company app, “Davidson was the name on the account right?” he confirmed with the client.
“Yep.”
David looked up the account, flipped through the history and then gave a short nod, “Well, there’s your problem… you’re three months late for her yearly tune up.”
“Pft… those things are just cash grabs.” the client retorted.
“Oh no sir, definitely not. We need to see the subjects once a year to re-enforce the new personality and make any adjustments that are required to ensure memory suppression remains in tact.”
David then connected to the subject and pulled up the diagnostics, “Yep, just as I thought, she had a memory leak in section C15, that would be from about three years ago when she was still a prosecutor for the state, so the court comments makes sense.”
The client rubbed his chin, “Really? You can pinpoint it that well?”
“Oh yes, the implant has her in shutdown mode at the moment to ensue not further issues, let me get her in to an operating state so we can get her into a bay and get her tuned up properly for you.”
David tapped at the phone a few times and suddenly the woman on the passenger’s seat came alive, sat upright, the stepped out of the car, standing at attention with her massive rack pushed out in front of her.
“Well… how much is this going to cost me…” the client asked skeptically.
David let out a sigh but smiled, “The yearly tuneup’s are included in your initial package, so there is no charge. We just need her for a hour or so and she’ll be as good as new.”
The client seemed a little uneasy, but David suspected he knew why, “We have a lounge with complementary coffee if you’d like to wait… or there’s a company brothel around the corner if you’d like to check out some new merchandize available for sale.”
The client perked up at the mention of the company brothel and smiled, “Well I wouldn’t want to be in your way… maybe I’ll check out the brothel to see what they have in stock…”
“Of course, I’ll text you when…” David looked down at his phone to find the subject’s name, “…Titty Cakes is ready for pick up.”
“Perfect!” the client said and then turned and got back into his car and driving off.
David checked his phone again and then spoke, “Acknowledge technician David.” he said.
“Technician David recognized.” the sultry voice coming from subject replied.
“Acknowledge temporary designation for maintenance, Liz.”
“Temporary designation Liz acknowledged.”
“Good, follow me Liz, we’ve got some work to do.” David said and then walked towards the main building and a maintenance bay he had reserved as soon as the client had called in with his issue.
Dealing with pricks like this client was the worst part of the job, after all, all they had to do was drop their toys off for an hour once a year and they would have perfectly functional human sex dolls at their beck and call. But they couldn’t even do that!
Of course, the best part of the job was the testing after he’d finished his work, and he was looking forward to ensuring Liz’s tits were just as fuckable as they looked.
