Author Notes: Just a short little fun chapter here. I think I'm enjoying this story more than you readers.
"I really don't know what to make of you," Eva told Buffybot the next day.
The robot turned prostitute didn't quite know how to respond to that. "I would like it if you didn't make me into anything else. Being Buffy is fine for me. And I don't think all the materials used in my construction are recycleable."
"Did you suffer brain damage or something? You act very strangely, even for a valley girl."
"Brain damage is likely," said Buffybot. "I was in a motorcycle accident." They were once again standing at the street corner, trying to drum up business. Buffybot struck her most seductive pose, but it was getting more laughs than customers.
Eva rolled her eyes at her. Buffybot, even in her dilapidated state, knew what that body language meant. She adjusted her pose.
"Geez, Girl, you really are something else. I've seen the scars on your shoulders. You're lucky you're not paraplegic or missing an arm now. But you keep trying, even if you don't have a clue what you're doing."
"Explain."
"Assout, not in."
Analyze: Analysis of recommended sexual posture complete. That wouldmake more sense.
"I'm sorry. I need service. That is why I'm trying to get money so I can find my friend, Willow. She's recently gay."
Eva shook her head. "You do have brain damage."
Confirm...
Cognitive subroutines are corrupted. Compute an 18 percent probability of socially unacceptable behavior. Computation has an error of plus-minus 6 percent.
Library adjustment: Do not tell people that Willow is recently gay. Gayness confirmed four years, eight months, twenty days before present time.
"How'd things go with the priest last night? He wasn't just trying to convert you or anything like that, was he?"
"He was apologetic, but very nice. I don't think he has had sex in a very long time. He gave me $200."
"Cool. You never cease to amaze me. And here I thought all priests were pedophiles."
"I think he was Anglican."
Nothing coming in from the squawk box. Officer Smith figured he'd just maintain his position and watch for traffic violations. It was a quiet night, but he was looking forward to going home and watching his tape of the Knicks lose to the Mavs earlier tonight.
Hmmm... Couple of fine looking ladies walking this way. Slutty fine looking ladies. Better brush the donut crumbs off my uniform.
One of the girls, a petite blonde, spotted him sitting in his squad car. She approached with a nasty smile on her face. He didn't really notice the apparent shock on her friend's face. Smith rolled down the window and the blonde leaned seductively on the sill, giving him a nice view down her blouse at two small but well formed breasts.
"Hello, miss," Smith said cordially, while trying to ignore the building pressure down the front of his pants. Damn the too small uniform. He should really cut down on the donuts.
"Hi cutie," the girl said. "Aren't you handsome? How would you like to fuck me?"
He gulped. "Excuse me?"
"Buffy! What are you doing!" yelled the older brunette, but the blonde ignored her.
Buffy smiled and ran a slender finger across his jawline. "That's right. I'll have sex with you. I can do things that will blow your mind. I'll squeeze you until you pop like warm champagne. All for the low, low price of $200."
Eva smacked her hand against her forehead. "I'm not associated with her. Honest."