When Angel had gotten Dorothy to stand next to the bed she said, "Alright, now sit down on the bed... It might be best if you removed your panties as well."

With those words Dorothy attempted to bolt out of the apartment. But Angel had seen this coming. She grabbed Dorothy's wrist, and with more strength than Dorothy thought possible for a small human woman, dragged her back to the bed. When Dorothy was standing next to the bed again Angel shoved her down into a sitting position and placed herself between Dorothy and the door.

"What the hell are you running for?" Angel seemed both angered and frightened. "If you run out of here now and a Union Agent sees you then you'll be killed."

"I have no intention of sitting here and letting you rape me!" Was the young gynoids response to this rather rough treatment by a woman who called herself Dorothy's friend. Dorothy was giving Angel the death glare, trying to convey both disgust and hatred in her almost always dour face. The expression seemed to cow Angel a slight amount.

"Rape... Rape you!?" Angel's mouth fell open and she just stared at Dorothy in a mixture of horror, disbelief and shock. After a minute she regained her composure and calmly stated, "I wasn't going to rape you. I was only trying to teach you how to use the vibrator I bought for you Dorothy. Seeing as you have never used one before, and I doubt you have any idea where it goes, I was just going to show you how to use it."

"..., ..., ... Oh." Dorothy had not expected that. Since this whole outing had begun her mind had gone into high gear. And though she did not have a humans vivid imagination her mind could still venture towards a worst case scenario based on logic and previous experiences. As was the case when Angel had told Dorothy to remove her panties. Dorothy had allowed her logic circuits to turn her mind towards an unfavorable out come, instead of a lesson in sexuality, as what Angel had intended. Dorothy had actually forgotten about the toy Angel had bought for her, which would of course be a reason in her attempting to run away as she did. No doubt the emotion chip had played a part in her trying to run as well. This emotion chip is quite a hassle. I'm having Norman deactivate it during my next routine maintenance check.

"If you where going to teach me how to use that toy, as you call it, why did you not state as much earlier?" Dorothy still distrusted Angel's motives, and hoped to distract her enough to make another attempt at getting away. But considering Angel seemed more on guard Dorothy thought escape unlikely. Perhaps I can convince her to take me home? From the way Angel was looking at her, Dorothy doubted that Angel would even let her walk about the room for fear she would try escaping again. Though after Angel's mention of the Union agents all of Dorothy's thoughts of escaping were gone. She had no intention of running into a mad man like Alan Gabriel again. Angel began to shake her head sadly.

"Well what other reason would I ask you to remove your panties? Did you think I was going to force you to undress, tie you up and have my way with you?" The look Angel gave her was still colored with disbelief, but now had a tinge of sadness to it. Almost as if she was upset by the fact Dorothy could even think her capable of such sordid things.

Unfortunately for Angel, that was exactly what Dorothy thought she was going to do. She had enough sense not to say such however, seeing as Angel looked to be on the verge of tears. Dorothy searched her data banks on human emotions that would make one cry in situations like this one, but the results turned up empty. She searched the emotion chips data banks next, but still found nothing. It looked like Dorothy had no other option but to ask Angel directly what was wrong. I hope I don't regret this as much as I do with what happened at the shopping dome.

Steeling herself for a human emotional outburst, something she truly disliked dealing with, Dorothy asked, "Are you going to cry Angel?"

Dorothy had expected the buxom blonde to burst into tears. Instead the exact opposite occurred. Angel calmed whatever emotions where roiling beneath the surface of her tumult thoughts. "I had hoped you would think better of me is all. I thought we where friends, and that I could trust you, Dorothy. Was I wrong to think by now you would have gotten used to me enough to put a little trust in me as well?"

Dorothy remained silent. She had no idea how to answer. It was true she considered Angel a friend, certainly the only female friend she had. But did she trust her? Dorothy thought back to something Roger had told her. "Relationships cannot exist without trust. It doesn't matter what kind of relationship it is, if there is not trust between two people then call it whatever you like, it's just meaningless." Coupled with Angel's words just a moment before Dorothy realized Roger was right. If Dorothy did not trust Angel than could she really call her a friend?

"I'm sorry. When you told me to take my panties off you startled me." Apologizing seemed to be the best route to prevent a future emotional outburst from Angel. At least Dorothy hoped it was. For once her gamble paid off. Angel smiled gently, still with a hint of sadness in her eyes. Turning from Dorothy for but a moment Angel opened up the bag she had left on the floor next to the bed and pulled out the small vibrator. Dorothy tried to see what else was in the bag, but Angel moved it away to quickly for her to see anything more than a pink blur.

Placing the vibrator on the bed next to Dorothy she turned to her and started asking the same question that had started Dorothy's endeavors to escape but just minutes before. "Well then. Would you please remove your panties now? If your willing to trust me a little that is." While saying this Angel took a few steps to the right of Dorothy and towards a nightstand placed next to the bed. Nothing was remarkable about the nightstand itself. Small and made of a fake wood substitute like everything wooden in Paradigm city was made of. What Angel pulled out of the small drawer was another matter entirely.

It was a small bottle that said "Warming massage lotion" on the label. While its appearance seemed innocent Dorothy knew better. Some how Dorothy had a very good idea of where that 'lotion' was going. She stood up slowing and reached under the skirt of her dress, while attempting to undo the garter belt that held her stockings in place. Her panties where placed over the straps of her garter belt, and to remove her panties Dorothy had to removed the garter belt's clasps from her stockings as well. It was a hassle to be sure, but that was how Dorothy preferred to wear her undergarments on her lower extremities. When Angel thought it was taking Dorothy a little too long to remove her panties she put the bottle of lotion down, grabbed the top of Dorothy's garter belt, and yanked it down. This movement caused Dorothy's panties and stockings to fall to the floor along with the garter belt.

Dorothy gasped. She bent over to grab at her stockings in an attempt to pull them back up. But before she could Angel pushed her back onto the bed. "You won't need to wear anything down there for this. So don't worry. Hmm...," Angel bent down and pulled Dorothy's stockings off her feet, along with Dorothy's shoes. Angel tossed the removed garments to the side. "You don't need to wear anything on your feet either." Dorothy heard Angel let out a low whistle. "Guess it wasn't just your face and hands he put a lot of work into." 'He' was obviously referring to Dorothy father, Dr. Timothy Wayneright. Dorothy wasn't sure how she felt about Angel bringing up her father at a time like this. She didn't have long to reflect on this however.

"Now then, pull your skirt up and lie back, if you please." Dorothy did as she was told, though rather hesitantly. She heard Angel opening the package the vibrator came in. Then a cap being opened was the next sound to greet Dorothy's ears.

"Ok Sweetie, now spread your legs."

Again Dorothy hesitantly did as she was instructed. She opened her legs up and placed her now naked feet on the bed. Dorothy felt Angel put her hands on her lower extremities and slowly spread the opening to what Dorothy's data bank told her was the vagina.

"Ok Sweetie, now just relax."

Fuck. That was the very unladylike word that came to Dorothy's mind. She hoped she would not regret running when Angel had been distracted.

Continued in the next chapter.