Chapter 10 -- Investors' Club & Finale
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'Thank you all for coming this evening, gentleman,' Luke welcomed the four investors who were seated in Luke's living room, the lighting low and moody. There was gentle instrumental music playing in the background. The perfect gentleman's club.
The four handsome men looked sporting in their evening suits as they settled into their seats in the room, lounging on the couches. Luke was similarly dressed, trying to be the perfect host and impress the investors. It was rare he got out of the lab so talking to people who dealt in finance made him slightly nervous.
'Relax,' he told himself. 'You've made the perfect tech, app and toy. Just calm yourself and let your work speak for itself,' he propped himself up.
'We're very much hoping your little experiments have proven successful, Luke,' Lance said, checking his watch.
'Yes, a lot of money on the line here,' Tom chipped in.
'We hope this won't be a waste of our time,' Paul sounded bored.
'Many tech heads out there think they've got the new best piece of technology, get a bunch of people to invest and they don't even see the light of day,' Leo said cynically.
Luke gulped. He knew this was just what potential investors did. They liked to rattle some cages, test the waters and try to weed out the weak. It was just part of their game, toying with him so he would crack and they could leave with their money safely in their pockets knowing they had avoided a bad investment.
Luke inhaled deeply and smiled. 'Showtime', he thought. 'Rest assured, gentlemen. I understand your reservations, but as you saw in our reports and videos, the Bod Mod app has been incredibly successful. Our test subject has had various modifications that have been implemented to great triumph, which shows the successful outcome of our human trials.'
'Well, you sure know how to sell it. The science all adds up,' Paul flicked through print-outs of the report in his lap.
'And your pitch is solid,' Leo nodded, thinking of the business prospects.
'Thank you, gentleman. But, as I'm sure you will agree, the data and sales talk can only go so far. I've prepared an exclusive preview just for you,' Luke grinned, milking the word 'exclusive'.
The men sat up a bit straighter in their seats. It was the first time since they had entered Luke's house that they had seemed genuinely interested. There was an excited look in their eyes that all their poker-faced dealings could never gloss over.
Luke had to hold in a laugh. He had them in the palm of his hands. People loved to feel like they were being treated to something special, exclusively just for them.
'That might be of interest,' Tom crossed his leg. His tell gave away his clear excitement.
'Alright, boy,' Luke called. He had prepared the toy earlier for what would be in store at the investment meeting and how it would be serving the men.
The toy strolled into the living room, completely nude as was its natural state as an object, carrying a tray brimming with glasses of whiskey and cigars. It had a little black bow-tie secured around its neck, its muscles bulging and its hairless, poreless skin smooth.
There were low groans and impressed oohs and aahs from the men. They could barely hold back their reactions as their jaws hung open in surprise, sitting forward in their chairs to gawk at the fine piece of specimen before their eyes.
'Give these fine gentlemen a drink, boy,' Luke ordered.
'Yes, Sir,' the toy replied, going to each of the men individually and handing them a glass of whiskey and a cigar each. Some of them threw the drinks back straight, needing something strong to calm themselves down, others barely registered they were holding a drink, too mesmerised with the toy.
Luke beamed at the atmosphere in the room. They were totally infatuated with his property, turned from hard-nosed businessmen into slobbering boys within a matter of seconds. They were practically drooling from the handsome creation that Luke had developed.
The toy put down the tray and stood in the middle of the room so the men had a perfect view of it, arms to its sides and eyes looking straight forward, practically robotic in nature.
'He's your boyfriend?' Lance asked, finally breaking the silence.
'Yes, well, technically he "was" my boyfriend. I would prefer if you would refer to "him" as an "it" now as "it" is my property, my object, my toy.'
'He - sorry. It's so obedient,' Leo gazed in wonder.
'Yes, through the app I have developed what was once a human into an obedient object,' Luke came up behind the toy and caressed its face.
The toy could feel the tingle of its owner's hand on its face, but remained still and looking forward. It knew it had to obey and remain stoic, as per its owner's wishes. Luke continued to feel the toy's chest, arms and muscles. It made the toy feel like a piece of meat on display.
'Where's the genitals?' Paul asked.
'Funny story. When the object used to be human, he was a compulsive cheater, couldn't keep it in his pants, always running after the next guy to fuck. So, I took away his genitals, and now it's a compliant sexless toy.'
The men stared in wonder at the transformation.
The toy took in everything that was being said about it. Being reduced to an object, being naked and gawked at by a bunch of men, being groped and caressed like a piece of meat. Luke's hands all over it, feeling the curves of its body. It was awash with pleasure at the objectification. But it was all within it. It didn't let any of its emotions show on its robotic stoic appearance.
'Does it mind that it's lost its humanity?' Lance asked.
'It is human in appearance, but robotic in nature,' Luke explained. 'It still has sentience, some emotions, even pleasure, especially from being submissive, which worked in its favour in its journey into becoming an object,' Luke rubbed its head.
'But,' he continued, 'it operates as a robot, what one may call a cyborg. I refer to it as "boy" as that is a personal affection for it, but I see it as a toy, a piece of technology to be used for housework, menial tasks and, if you are so inclined ... sexual pleasure.'
