"I've always like the idea of clothes which cover the entire body.
Leotards, long gloves, high-necked clothes, stuff like that."
Catherine said. "I wanted clothes which hide the body, but reveal its
shape. I soon got into leather and later into rubber. I loved rubber,
the idea of it, the smoothness, like you were plastic or something ...
Uh !" She moaned with pleasure and smiled at Nadine, who listened
amused to her story.
"That's where I got out of black and into colours like silver and
gold." Catherine leaned back in her chair and relived the moments in
thought. "I started off with leather jackets with these high collars
and thigh-boots and I met this guy who was into rubber and he showed
me the clothes and the stuff, but I never could appreciate the S&M
side of it. Also, I never liked rubberist stuff like gas-masks, though
they look kinda interesting, I never got any real fun out of it."
She smiled at Nadine who was sipping some more wine.
"One thing I really loved was helmets, motorcycling helmets, the
closed type. I was really into space-suits and astronauts too. It was
probably the silver which I loved. I loved silver jewellery,
especially large pieces, like a bracelet which covers most of your
arm. And then I met a guy who was into fantasy stuff. I liked the idea
and went around like a fantasy elf dressed in suede and leather with a
long blonde wig and pointed ears, you know like Dungeons and Dragons
?"
"That's kinda neat." Nadine said rubbing her earlobe.
"Problem, he was about my height and twice as big. He had a suit of
armour which really didn't fit him and one day I put it on and it
fitted quite nicely. I bought it from him and wore it on occasion, but
I didn't take care of it and it started rusting badly." She laughed
and reached for her glass.
"I've always been into dolls." Nadine began. "My mother used to make
dolls, and she had the idea one day, when I was a little girl to dress
me like one with a painted face and stuff. When she went to
exhibitions she used to take me with her and almost put me on display.
That's why I took up miming class."
At one time, I must've been fifteen or sixteen I wore this pretty
nineteenth century dress and it was a very big exhibition with people
from Europe and Japan. And there was this guy from Germany I think,
who had rubber heads of dolls, large ones, and reasonably cheap so I
got a couple and I cut them open with a knife and put them over my
head, like a mask and it was eerie, except for the size, I looked
exactly like one of those porcelain-headed dolls." Catherine could see
Nadine's doll collection on the other side of the room.
"I got older and a bit tired of playing doll, so I did some shows. I
did the elastic-mannequin routine for a while, you know when a clown
or somebody comes on stage with a suitcase and a mannequin falls out
and doesn't fit back in ?"
"I saw a few circus acts."
"That's it, and then it turns out it's somebody in a suit."
"Yeah, I saw one with a clown dummy and there was a girl in it."
"We did the same, with a clown dummy. I went to Europe and joined a
group of artists and there was one guy who made body-casts of people
and would glue all sorts of metal objects on the casts and would
spray-paint it silver, bronze or gun-metal."
"Cool !"
"I asked him to glue some stuff on me and paint me. And so it became
this project where everybody would disguise himself as some kind of
robot-statue and stand or sit between the real statues."
"Sounds very kinky to me." Catherine sipped from her glass.
"After a while the group split up and I did some street performances,
until I got asked by someone to play a window mannequin. I really
loved it, once you get used to it it's very weird, like an LSD trip.
You get into this state and you feel really out of it."
"You did it with a rubber suit and mask and the works ?"
"Everything, down to an oxygen-supply and plumbing for your little
bathroom emergencies."
Nadine got up to get a refill.
Catherine continued her side of the story.
"I got to a S-F convention, I was a bit of a trekkie then and I saw a
couple of people who were doing costume-play."
"Back then ?"
"Hard-Core Anime fans before most even knew Japan existed. And there
was this girl who had an early Sentai costume, you know, the Power
Ranger's originals ?"
"Yeah." Nadine nodded.
"And I liked the idea of a tight lycra suit that covers your body and
a full mask-like helmet so much I could taste it. And they were
looking for a second girl to complete the team, so I got to be a
yellow Flashman. And ever time we went to a convention people would
ask us who we were."
"Nowadays, they would say that you're wearing bad Power Ranger suits."
Nadine said, playing with her half-empty glass.
"We only had tapes from this little tv-station who catered to
Orientals in my home city and we finally managed to put enough money
together to go to Japan. We actually got in the studio's themselves
and found out the Japanese were putting out thousands of series like
that. We actually threw some of our clothes away to make room for all
the videotapes we'd gotten."
"We started to make more elaborate costumes and I got to play cute
female robots. We were an underground hit, but I had some engagements
at work and I lost track of the others."
"It's through work I heard about that stuff, I worked for the people
who make Lycra and Spandex."
"Brilliant people!" Catherine lifted her glass.
"I got a whiff of the Sentais, when we sold them Lycra for their
suits, but I had no idea what it was all about, really."
"I was in Europe with the artist's group, when I saw a TV commercial
for some kind of Italian car and it had this Sorayama robot with a
dress and I freaked out !" Nadine showed her feelings by waving her
hands frantically.
"I called the nearest dealer, it was Lancia, I remember now and I
wanted to know how they had done it. They didn't know anything about
it, except that they had some brochures and posters of the robot. That
was my revelation."
"I got it from Sorayama, I found one of his earlier books in a comics
shop and fell in love with the idea. It was Japanese and a thousand
times bigger than Sentais." Catherine finished the last of her wine.
"I feel all hot talking about it, you ?" Nadine said, undoing the
zipper of her tight miniskirt and popped her panty, showing off the
gleaming metal underneath. Catherine slowly nodded and got up.
Nadine dropped her panties and showed off the chrome g-string she was
wearing. Catherine wanted to go to her, but stopped. "Let's go to our
rooms first." She said, licking her lips.
Catherine opened the closet and looked at the bright golden suit. She
picked up the helmet, which looked like her own face and put it down
on the bed. She removed her blouse and removed the heavy bracelet she
had been wearing at her wrist with a tiny decorative keyboard and
electronics.
Nadine got through her wardrobe and got her suit out. Shining black,
but put it back and took the chrome one.
After about half an hour, she put the mask over her head and got out.
Catherine was still dressing herself. She got up to the attic to the
triangle of mirrors in the middle of it. Even the floor and ceiling
were mirrors, and when she stepped among the mirrors and closed them,
she could see an infinite number of shiny chrome robot women reflected
in the mirrors and herself. She danced to some imaginary music and
watched her metal body with fascination. Her body was angular and
straight. Her face had no nose and a straightforward silver visor. She
looked serious, a bit foreboding even. Long fingernails topped her
sleek fingers and she put them around her chin and stared at herself
in the mirror.
She heard music and the mirrors slide open and saw the golden woman
join her. She had a more rounded shape with a human-looking face with
plain golden eyes which reflected Nadine's face. The chrome robot
closed the mirrors and both robots stood back to back, taking poses
and watching themselves reflected in infinity. The golden robot turned
around and hung herself over the silver one, putting her head on her
shoulder. She grabbed her by the waist and danced along with her on
the slow electronic music in the background. Womandroid S.E.X. 2000,
like Nadine was now called, reached behind her and rubbed her hand on
Futura's golden face, who kissed her in the neck. Futura let go of her
and sat down on her knees in Japanese style and looked up at SEX who
turned around and ran her hands over her smooth crotch. Futura looked
up and ran her hands over her body. SEX crouched and popped the panel
between her legs and let Futura rub and poke her. Futura's hands
became wet and slippery making the metal caress easier. SEX tossed her
head left and right as her body shook with pleasure. Then Futura
leaned back, opening her legs and waiting for SEX who quickly opened
the mirrors and came back with a silver vibrator, which she screwed
onto herself. She leaned over Futura and slipped past the soft rubber
slits, appropriately painted gold, interfacing with her. She ran her
fingers through Futura's short golden hair and kissed her hard lips.
The two gleaming bodies interlocked and grabbed each other's hands,
interlocking fingers. They moved their pelvises in harmony and looked
at themselves reflected in their faces.
"Aww ! You should have warned me !" Said a voice and a man poked his
head through the mirrors.
Although they looked at the man, they didn't stop moving, but instead
increased the pace until Futura slipped out of SEX's grasp and slammed
her hands back on the floor, alongside her head and fell motionless.
SEX got up and turned to Dan and cocked her head to the right,
unscrewing the vibrator.
"Come on in." Said a deliciously metallic voice. Dan shook his head.
"No humans are allowed in the mirror chamber, remember ?"
"Certainly, I do have eighthundred gigs of memory, you know." SEX
answered.
Futura had gotten up, meanwhile and put her hand on SEX's shoulder.
"I'll be back." Dan said with a cinematic Austrian accent, closing the
mirror again.
Futura had finished polishing SEX's surface when the mirror opened
again. A tall, metal man with stylised muscles walked in. He had no
face to speak of, except for a grating where the mouth should be and a
red fluorescent visor for eyes. SEX went up to him and put her chin on
his broad shoulder, while Futura stayed behind, putting her arms
behind her head and waiting. SEX touched her lips with a finger and
tapped his grating. He kissed her and rubbed her smooth, shiny back.
He reached out and popped the panel from between her legs. SEX slipped
from his grasp and leaned against the far wall. Robotron walked over
to Futura who waited for him and stood before her.
"I.need.input.Need.more.input." She undid his shiny lycra posing pouch
and rubbed the gleaming articulated penis. She played with it until it
grew hard and pressed it to her lips. The lips parted and the member
slipped into her mouth. She rubbed her lips over the dildo and
Robotron put his hands on her shoulders, while SEX watched, rubbing
the flesh between her legs. Robotron threw his head back and rocked
his pelvis back and forth until he stopped and shook his head. Futura
also enjoyed the results of her rubbing and slid down to her knees.
Robotron also sat down and stretched himself on the hard mirror floor
as SEX climbed over him. Futura grabbed the vibrator and slipped it
into the rubber slit. Robotron popped the still hard dildo into SEX
and began rocking back and forth. Futura finished twitching and pulled
the vibrator back out of the rubber slit, properly moist and warm. She
got up on woozy legs and opened the mirror as Robotron and SEX were
still interfacing.
Futura stopped as a sassy voice rang out.
"And why, may I ask wasn't I told everybody was having fun here,
except me ?" The young black woman said in stereotypical fashion with
her hands on her swaying hips and an angry look on her face.
Futura remained silent.
"You know it takes ages to get into my suit !"
"You.want.it.now, Like.this ?" The voice was clipped and electronic.
Vanessa looked at Futura and shook her head. "No, I feel a bit tired,
it's late already."
Futura looked at the digital clock which said 11:37.
"We.lost.track.of.time." Futura said. Catherine wanted to remove her
mask and go to bed. She reached for the mask but Vanessa stopped her.
"Hey, no maintenance here !"
Catherine stopped short of undoing her mask and followed Vanessa
downstairs and back to her room.
The next morning Nadine woke up staring at a robot some distance away
from her. Then she realised she was SEX. She turned round and saw
Robotron on his back snoring away. Her body ached and she felt the
areas where the suit had poked into her body. She stiffly got up and
opened the mirrors. She saw it was day outside and yawned inside the
mask. She shuffled to the stairs and went down to her room to undress.
Nadine got out some time later and stretched her arms and rubbed
relief in her tired eyes.
She stumbled down the stairs and smelled the coffee. Catherine was
already sitting at the table and eating some corn flakes.
"Whew, That was some night." She said sitting down and holding her
head in her hands and elbows on the table. She stared down at
Catherine's bowl and looked up in disgust.
"How can you eat that stuff ?" She said listlessly.
"If I don't, I'll end up looking like a golden Roseanne."
Nadine smiled and chuckled. "Say, Ivory, where's my breakfast ?"
The glossy white robot, with sleek lines and a mannequin-like face
popped out of the kitchen. She was wearing an apron and held a spatula
in one hand. "It.is.coming.up, mistress.Nadine." It said opening its
mouth and chin, cut vertically into her face and her eyes mechanically
blinked.
"Is.Master.Dan.having.breakfast.too ?" Ivory asked.
" I dunnooooow." Nadine yawned.
The doorbell rang.
"Whoops ! Okay, normalcy alert, this is not a drill ! Ivory, stay in
the kitchen ! I repeat, this is not a drill !" Catherine said
playfully.
Nadine got up and walked to the door.
Ivory shuffled and moonwalked backwards into the kitchen.
"Hi there, I'm here for Dan ? He said he would be at my place at
eight, but it's half past nine and ... " It was Mike with a hat full
of fishing-flies and a car-trunk full of fishing-rods and bait.
"Oh, he must've forgotten all about it. Catherine can you check on him
?"
"Sure." Nadine ran up the stairs.
She knocked on the mirror room and shouted. "Hey Dan, wake up !"
She heard the snoring come to an abrupt end and the scrape of metal on
the mirror surface.
"Whatsammatter ?" Robotron's head poked out of the mirrors.
"Mike's here to take you fishing."
"Oh shit !" He said and ran out of the mirror room. Nadine saw him
stumble down the stairs and then suddenly realized shit was going to
hit the fan.
"Dan !" She tried to stop him.
Mike stared at the robot stumbling down the stairs and shout his name.
Catherine paled and wanted to slam the door and hoped Mike's middle
name was Stevie or Ray.
"Oh shit !" Mike said, halfway down the stairs. Inside, Mike blushed.
Nadine stood directly behind Dan and stared along with him and
Catherine at Mike.
There was a painful silence as Mike watched with his mouth open and
pointing a finger at Robotron.
And then Mike began to laugh. At first it was a chuckle which grew to
cataclysmic proportions. He leaned on the doorframe, cradling his
stomach. The others were stunned.
"What's with him ?" Nadine wordlessly said to Catherine, who grimaced
back her ignorance.
Mike was now running out of air and gasped as he held onto his
stomach. He tried to speak, but couldn't say a word, gasping for air
as he was. He incoherently tried to mime something, but couldn't get
his meaning across.
Ivory poked her head through the door and Mike redoubled his laughter
when he saw her. Ivory reached for her head and opened it, revealing
Vanessa's dusky face. "What is going on ?"
"I think he's having a nervous breakdown." Said Nadine.
A few minutes later Mike was sitting by a glass of water and rubbed
his tired stomach muscles.
Mike climbed down the stairs, without the Robotron suit.
"Why were you laughing so hard ?" Nadine asked. Catherine was sitting
opposite Mike, while Vanessa was sitting on the kitchen table,
swinging her legs, the Ivory mask besides her.
Mike collapsed into laughter again.
"That's it ! Ever time we ask him, he goes gaga on us."
"Uuuuuhhhh ! w-w-w-wait !" Mike managed to say between two bursts of
laughter. He got up and walked back to his car and took something out
of the glove compartment.
He stumbled back to the house and laughed at their surprised faces. He
dropped a silver chain and let the small-windup-key swing back and
forth.
"Oh Shit !" Mike went biting his lip. Nadine slapped her forehead and
Vanessa fell backwards onto the kitchen table, moaning and holding her
hand to her face.
"I then met Dan, who does special effects in movies." Catherine said.
"We thought it might be a good idea to have him bunk up with us to pay
the rent." Nadine continued.
"But after a few days he saw my chain and recognised it for what it
was, although he didn't know the ASFR." Catherine picked up again.
"He told us he could make suits for us, like he had already done for
someone else. Vanessa also knew the ASFR, but never told Dan about it,
so when we visited her, we knew instantly."
Mike shook his head. "I've always had something for female robots and
I came across the ASFR website and knew I wasn't alone, but to find
four all at once..."
"Do you dress up ?" Nadine asked.
"No, I only enjoy watching Sorayama pictures that's quite it." Mike
said playing with his key.
"Surely, the thought must've crossed your mind ?" Vanessa said, out of
the Ivory suit by now.
"Nope, I'm not really into it that much. For instance, I never dressed
up at Halloween either."
"You're free to join us if you want." Nadine said.
"There are a few rules." Vanessa said.
"One of us must play robot for the others for one day every week."
Nadine said.
"It was my turn today." Vanessa picked up the Ivory mask and played
with it, tossing it in the air and catching it again.
"I'm due tomorrow, when I'm back from work." Dan said.
"Also, you must always change in your room. Never in the house or with
someone present, unless you agree with someone to help dress each
other or anything like that." Nadine continued. "And Humans aren't
allowed in the mirror-room."
"Nor are non-metallic robots like Ivory here." Vanessa added by
showing the mask.
"But they can play in the rest of the attic." Dan pointed up.
Mike remained thoughtful for a while.
"You get to pick a design and Dan makes it for you." Catherine said,
coming back with her masks.
"You see, we have different suits." Nadine said.
"Sounds like a lot of fun." Mike conceded. "But aren't the suits too
restrictive ? I mean, you can't touch or anything."
"That's right, but Dan is a specialist when it comes to suits." Nadine
said. "Most of the ones we use now are third or fourth generation. We
keep on improving them all the time."
"Only real problem, they're hot. We all come out sweating like pigs."
Vanessa said, rubbing the padding inside of her mask to feel for
residual moisture. "But you get used to it."
"And I've been working on a cooling system." Dan said.
"And you can make any design ?" Mike asked.
"Well, most designs." Dan said.
"Well, I do a marvellous impression of See-Threepio... 'Look out
Artoo, stormtroopers ! Oh dear, master Luke !' "
The group laughed.
"It would be nice to have an extra guy on the team." Catherine said.
"Yeah, I'm really outnumbered here." Dan said. "But if you can't beat
them..."
Mike looked up and gave him a suspicious look. "You don't mean ?..."
"Yeah, wanna see it ?"
Robotrix was standing in middle of the room legs apart and arms
crossed. She was shining black and looked a bit intimidating. To her
left and right stood Futura and Robotron. Ebony walked up the stairs
and held out her hand to present the new robot.
"Here.is.Four.-Emdee !"
A stylish silver robot clumsily climbed the stairs and shuffled
forward. The other robots clapped their hands.
"Oh, thank you very much !" He said with a distinguished English
upper-class accent.