His Robot Girlfriend by Wesley Allison Page A

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five minutes. He took the Flamingo exit and drove west towards the
most phallic of all the hotels, the Palms.
    Parking the car in the high-rise parking
structure, they made their way in through a large door and into the
vast, sparkling landscape of the casino. A golden pathway on the
rug led through it to the hotel lobby. Along the way, Mike stopped
and swiped his cash card through the reader in front of a slot
machine. Pressing the indicators below the slot, he bet five
dollars and the pulled the one arm of the one arm bandit. The
digital pictures that had long ago replaced mechanical wheels
whirled around and came to a stop. There was a rocket ship in the
first column, a naked woman in the second, and a banana in the
third.
    “ No robots allowed in the
casino,” came a voice behind them.
    Mike looked back to see an armed security
guard standing next to Patience. They were both a good five feet
away from any of the gaming machines.
    “ She’s not
playing.”
    “ Robots are not allowed in
casino. It’s state law: Nevada Revised Statutes. It can pass
through with you, but you can’t stop and play while it’s with
you.”
    Mike took Patience by the hand and led her
through the far end of the casino and into the spacious
marble-tiled hotel lobby. It took only minutes to check in and
receive their key.
    “ I didn’t like it when he
called me an ‘it’,” said Patience, while they waited.
    “ No, I didn’t either,” said
Mike.
    Moments later they were on their way up in
the elevator. Their room was on the seventh floor, which Mike took
as a good omen. He had been tempted to get one of the custom
suites. The Erotic suite, the g-Suite, the Sapphire Sundown Suite,
and the Hot Pink Suite had all sounded like fun. But he reminded
himself that he was still a teacher and had been living quite the
high life lately. Despite the large bank balance that he had upon
Patience’s arrival, he had only received one paycheck since that
time, and he still wasn’t all that sure about Patience’s eBay
money-making schemes. The “Superior” room, as it was called, had a
king-sized bed, a big vueTee, a Jacuzzi tub, and a very nice sound
system.
    Mike plopped down on the over-stuffed,
king-sized bed. Not twenty minutes later, the robot bellhop arrived
with their luggage, and Patience unpacked and put all of the
clothes in the dresser drawers and the closet. Mike smiled. He
usually left everything in the suitcases. She finished quickly,
then knelt down at the foot of the bed and gave Mike a foot
massage. He sighed and relaxed and had almost fallen asleep, when
she began to move up from his feet to the zipper of his pants.
    “ I find it amazing,
Mike.”
    “ I don’t think it’s all
that different from any other guy?”
    Patience laughed. “I find it amazing that we
are here hundreds of miles from where we were just this
morning.”
    “ Pretty amazing,” he
agreed.
    Mike lay back and let Patience take care of
him. At some point, he wasn’t sure exactly when, he fell asleep.
When he woke up, Patience had already changed to go out for dinner.
Even though she had purchased these particular clothes from
Victoria Secret, they were not inherently sexy—at least no more
than anything she wore was inherently sexy. She had a navy tube top
that was cut asymmetrically across the bottom, but even the short
side was cut below her waist. The blue jeans she had on with them
seemed fairly tame too. The red leather Valkyrie strap-on pumps
with the four and a half inch heels, on the other hand, virtually
screamed “knock me down and do me”.
    When Mike had been to Vegas many years before
with Tiffany, he had eaten at the Circus Circus buffet. Circus
Circus had put out a lot of food for fifteen dollars. A lot of
food. Not good food, but a lot of food. The buffet downstairs in
the Palms was called “The Fantasy Market”. While it was twenty
times as expensive as the last Las Vegas buffet that Mike had
eaten, it was easily twenty times