Jane Weston impatiently tapped her toe as the Fed Ex driver wheeled in the large crate. Jesus, he was a typical man, moving like molasses, devoid of any sense of urgency. How in the world men could be in charge of most everything was beyond her.

Jane had booted out loser husband number three a year ago, and although she was loath to admit it, she was lonely. She had dated some, well actually a lot, but just could not seem to find Mr. Right. Then out of the blue, Intercontinental Machinery Corporation burst into her life.

Jane Weston was an investment banker in the enviable position of using her own money to bank-roll worthwhile start-ups. Yep, husband number two made her a millionaire because he couldn’t keep his pitiful little dick in his pants. She had parlayed his money into a sizeable fortune, thanks to a keen eye for opportunity and a barracuda like negotiating style. Jane Weston was as beautiful as she was smart. Five foot-seven, slender, yet curvy, she had long brown hair and dark brown eyes. Jane was also a world-class bitch. If you looked up bitch in the dictionary, you found her picture to illustrate the concept.

IMC was a small defense research company that was working on military robotic applications. An off-shoot of their research, Mr. Wonderful, was a bio-mechanical man that a woman could program to be the perfect mate. Jane knew beyond a doubt that if it worked it would make her a ton of money. She wrote them a check on the spot for half of what they wanted. She stipulated that when she received the first commercially viable model, the remainder of the money would be released.

Each Mr. Wonderful was custom built based on a questionnaire the buyer filled out at the company’s web site. Jane had specified a six-two, two hundred pound dreamboat, with jet black hair and deep blue eyes. She was bursting with excitement as she opened the crate. Jane removed the Styrofoam packing material and gasped in disbelief. He was perfect, abso-fuckin-lutely perfect. Jane ran to her bedroom and retrieved the certified letter for Intercontinental she had received two days ago. The letter contained the passcode that would activate her beautiful new man. She carefully regurgitated the sequence of letters and numbers then stepped back.

The robot’s eyes opened and he smiled at her with perfectly straight, blindingly white teeth.

"Hello, Jane", the machine said, "that is an especially flattering outfit. It sets off your complexion and beautiful eyes."

Oh shit, she had died and gone to heaven! His voice was deep and melodic and his eyes were the same blue as her favorite porcelain vase.

He spoke again, "Jane, my darling, love of my life, my reason to exist, my name is Cody, Cody Carson."

Yeah, the name was a little much, but she loved the rawhide cowboy image it evoked.

Jane stepped forward and touched his hand; his skin was warm and the texture was perfect. She held the hand up and examined it critically, glancing from her hand to his looking for differences. There were none.

"My skin is bio-engineered to replicate the skin of a thirty year-old man. It is anatomically correct to three decimal places. In addition, I can sense your body temperature and adjust mine to always be one degree warmer,’ Cody said.

Oh god, a man that could keep her warm at night was worth his weight in gold to Jane.

Cody was dressed in khaki trousers, pale blue shirt, and a dark blue blazer. He looked so good Jane couldn’t wait to show him off.

‘Go get the car out of the garage, I want to go shopping," she said, tossing him the keys.

"Shopping is fun. That’s a wonderful idea, darling," Cody said.

Jane pointed the way and Cody hustled through the kitchen to the garage. He backed the car into the driveway, then jogged to the front door. Jane took his arm as he led her to the car. He opened her door for her and held it until she was comfortably seated. He drove smoothly, his on-board GPS navigating, while attentively listening to her talk. He was appropriately sympathetic as she lamented about how tough it was to be her. ‘This’ Jane thought, ‘is how it should be’.

Cody carried her ever-growing stack of bags uncomplainingly from store to store. He murmured words of encouragement to her as she tried on shoes and he scurried around matching up accessories to complete the ensembles she selected. Cody discreetly touched her hand to gauge her galvanic skin resistance; she was happy and his programmed core directives were being fulfilled.

Weeks went by and Cody continued to be at her beck and call. Her cuddled her and rubbed her back when she got her period. He listened to her bitch and gossip about her friends, always completely in accord with her assessment of their shortcomings. He deferred to her judgment in all things. Yet, in spite of all he did, he sensed it wasn’t enough. He started to modify his behavior accordingly.

International Machinery had cobbled Cody together using their latest military robot as a platform. The name Cody Carson was short for: Commercial Duty -- Continually Adapting Robotic Soldier - Model One. Cody had received new programming that made Jane’s happiness his prime directive. A complete rewriting of his primary program would have taken too long and been too costly. So, the new programming was overlaid atop the military programming that called for him to adapt as necessary to assure mission accomplishment.

Jane pulled into the driveway two weeks later after a hard day at work. She was in a foul mood as usual. She sat in the car for a minute watching Cody mow the lawn. He was shirtless, in shorts and work boots. Jesus, he was an outstanding male animal, she thought, and efficient as hell. She had been able to terminate the gardener, maid, and cook; at this rate, he would pay for himself in a couple of years. Hmmm, that would make a nice selling point that they had not considered.

Cody saw her, killed the mower engine, and walked to the car. Jane’s vagina fluttered involuntarily as he neared the car. Her seldom used slit moistened as she took in his chiseled, muscular chest and handsome face. She knew that Cody was a fully functioning man and, judging from his bulging shorts, well equipped. Yet, she had been hesitant to try that feature out. It might be time to change that. She was a skilled seductress, she reasoned, she would have him begging for it in no time. If not, fuck it, she owned him; he would do what she said and like it. That is if he did not want to end up recycled into a Toyota bumper and a palm pilot.

Cody opened the car door for her and she flashed him some thigh as she exited. Cody’s hyper-sensitive olfactory receptors caught her smell of arousal. He also noticed the display of skin. He cataloged both items and filed them in his memory.

"Hello, Darling. I am happy that you are home. How was your day?" he asked.

"My day sucked, if you must know. I need a drink and a bath, make it happen."

"Yes, dear," Cody said.

He walked into the house with her and fixed her a drink. Jane’s nose wrinkled as she smelled his sweaty male aroma. She was surprised that it did not offend her; on the contrary, it was slightly stimulating. Cody handed her the gin and tonic, then excused himself to draw her a bath. Jane put away her purse and checked her mail before heading to her suite. The tub was filled by the time she arrived, the water temperature was perfect, and scented bubbles covered the surface. She stripped and put her soiled clothes in the hamper. She settled into the warm bubbles and turned on the Jacuzzi jets. As the pulsating water relaxed her, she idly stroked her body. Oh yeah, she was definitely in the mood, something that just did not happen that often.

Jane got out of the tub and dried herself off. She shrugged into a thick Turkish terrycloth robe and went to the door of her suite.

"Cody, would you be a dear and bring me another drink?" she asked sweetly.

Cody had just stepped out of the shower. He ran a brush through his hair, slipped into some boxers, and hastened to get her drink. When he arrived at her door, Jane was laying face down on the bed, nude. It was the first time he had seen her without clothing. He noted that she was an excellent physical specimen, well developed, and well maintained.

"Oh, there you are. Put the drink on the night stand and put some of this lotion on me, please," Jane said.

Jane was pleased that he was barley clothed. She loved the way his boxer-briefs hugged his narrow hips and hard ass. She squeezed her thighs together as a little ripple of lust shot through her. It was most uncommon for her to be aroused like this, and most pleasant.

Cody put the drink on the nightstand and picked up the lotion. He squeezed a dollop of the thick lotion in his hand, warmed it, and then started applying it to her back. He had noted her change of behavior and the reduced level of stress in her voice. Cody also picked up her level of sexual arousal as soon as he touched her. He deduced that her arousal and sense of well being were interrelated and sought to increase both. Cody sensuously applied the lotion to her back, carefully observing which tactile manipulations gave her pleasure.

His strong, tireless fingers soon had her reduced to jelly. His kneading fingers felt especially good on her butt. Jane did not try to stifle the little moans of pleasure that escaped from her mouth. She spread her legs in silent invitation and sighed as he took the hint and massaged the inside of her thighs. She only wished that he would touch her steaming pussy. He carefully avoided it, however, as his hands stroked her from ankle to ass cheek. She did not protest or hesitate when Cody asked her to turn over so he could do her front. His touch was alternately feather soft and smoothly firm as he worked his magic.

When he got to her breasts, he lingered there. Cody noted the increase in her arousal and paid her mammary protrusions extra attention. She gasped when he took her nipples between her fingers and squeezed them.

"Oh, yes, Cody; that feels wonderful," she sighed.

Cody processed the pressure required in dynes per square centimeter to bring her maximum pleasure and then applied it. Jane arched her back to force her breasts harder into his hands. Cody sustained her pleasure for the optimum period of time, then trailed his hands down to her primary sexual organ. He lightly stroked her mons veneris and labia majora until he determined that her arousal was at its apex. He then dropped his head and captured her clitoris with his lips.

Jane jerked and gasped.

"CODY!" she yelled rapturously.

Cody consulted his Gray’s Anatomy reference file, then wormed a finger into her very wet introitus and raised the temperature of his finger by three degrees. His manipulation of her genitalia had the desired effect as Jane exploded in writhing orgasm.

Jane almost fainted when Cody latched onto her clit. His tongue was vibrating faster than her best dildo when he stuck his finger into her slick channel. He felt so hot in her she came like a mad woman. Oh my god, he was doing it again, this time his finger was on her g-spot pressing lightly as he sucked gently on her clit. Fireworks, exploding stars, melting suns all vied for her attention as she came again. She was a limp noodle when Cody mounted her.

Cody took her, pure and simple. He used her as if she had never experienced intromission and she loved every second of it. Cody slid his shaft into her then expanded it to fill her completely. She was corked like a bottle of Chablis when he started stroking into her.

"Oh shit, oh fucking shit," she moaned, as her first ever orgasm from intercourse struck.

She was cursing and babbling like an idiot when Cody pinned her knees against her chest and immobilized her hands above her head.

Cody carefully varied his stroke in speed and power to keep her climaxing at three minute intervals. Sensing she had had enough he released his artificial semen. Servomotors actuated small powerful pumps that hurled a torrent of glucose based sugar against her cervix. The force of his ejaculate sent Jane to the moon. She came so hard she fainted.

Cody carefully assessed her physical condition. Satisfied that she was not injured, he went to the bathroom for a glass of water and a damp towel for her. He was gently bathing her perspiration sheened face when she awoke. Jane opened her eyes and grabbed him in a fierce embrace. Cody gave her a sip of water, then lay down beside her. He held her and murmured sweet nothings until she went to sleep. While she dozed peacefully, Cody processed all that had happened. He reasoned that he had found what his owner truly needed. He woke her twice more that night to confirm his theory. Each time she responded to his taking of her with groaning passion.

The next morning Cody laid out her outfit for the day and made her a bagel. He gave her a steaming kiss at the door and sent her to work giggling with a slap on her derriere.

Jane’s staff noticed the difference in her when she stepped into the office, uncharacteristically ten minutes late. She seemed sweetly distracted and almost humanly friendly. She was also dressed differently. She was not tacky or overtly sexy, but the hint was there. Her skirt was two inches above her knees and the top two buttons of her blouse were artfully undone.

Jane was just finishing a meeting when Cody arrived to take her to lunch. Jane’s secretary almost drooled at the cowboy apparition in front of her desk. Cody was wearing silver-toed alligator cowboy boots, faded jeans, and a black and white, wide striped shirt. A perfectly formed Stetson was perched on his head. Cody doffed his hat and spoke to her.

"My name is Cody Ma’am, and ah’m a looking for Ms. Weston," he said.

Sally Jenkins, not trusting her voice to operate, nodded mutely and pointed towards Jane’s office door.

"Thank you ma’am; it’s been a pleasure," Cody drawled as he sauntered in the direction she pointed.

Sally almost peed her pants when she caught sight of his ass in the tight jeans. It was clear as crystal what had their up-tight boss in such a good mood. She grabbed the phone and called the accounting department, wait until the girls got a gander at those buns.

Thirty minutes later, all the women in the office were at Sally’s desk. They were acting as if they had just arrived with important business when Jane’s door opened. Their boss came walking out clutching Cody’s arm. Her normally perfectly coiffed hair was in disarray and her blouse was untucked and mostly unbuttoned. The women could clearly tell her bra was missing as she unsteadily walked toward them.

"Ladies, let’s take the rest of the day off," Jane said dazedly.

"That’s right, ladies; me and this little filly have some plans for the afternoon. Ain’t that right, sweet cheeks?" Cody asked as he smacked her on the ass.

Jane blushed scarlet but nodded her head enthusiastically. She gave him a doe eyed look that dropped Sally and her friends’ jaws to the floor.

"Anything you say, Cody," she simpered. "Anything at all".