Vicky the Model

>A curvy, charming woman of middle age holds a quite-sensual cocktail dress over her in front of her bedroom mirror
>She seemed hesitant to try it on, hoping to get a good idea of how it'd look without committing to it
>"What do you think, Vicky?" the woman nervously asked her Nandroid in the room
>"I think that dress is beautiful, Mrs. Winslow!" the service android chirped with a smile
>Frowning, Mrs. Winslow couldn't overcome her hesitation. "Oooh I know it is, but would it look good on ME? I haven't worn this since my 20s!"
>"I'm sure you'd look wonderful, ma'am. You're quite a lovely woman still, no matter what you might think!"
>Approaching her owner, Vicky continues with a sly grin, "besides, I'm sure Mr. Winslow would be QUITE happy to see you in that dress. Especially on your anniversary..."
>"You're right. YOU'RE RIGHT! And besides, I won't know how I'll look until I just... PUT IT ON! Thank you Vicky, sweetheart!"
>"You're quite welcome Mrs. Winslow" Vicky said as the woman passed her on the way to the master bathroom
>"I'll be out in just a moment, so stay there won't you, dear? I'd love to hear what you think!" the Missus told the Nandroid, who diligently agreed.

>It had been about a year and a half since Vicky and her Botler counterpart Emmet had been brought into the Winslow household
>As the year had gone on, the family grew more and more comfortable with the robots, and so too did they grow comfortable with their adoptive family
>Mrs. Winslow in particular became very fond of Vicky, treating her like a gal pal at times, and Vicky had become similarly fond of Mrs. Winslow
>Today's chat in the bedroom while the lady of the house tried on outfits wasn't a new thing for Vicky, and she'd grown used to it quite quickly, happy to boost her confidence
>However, one thing always stood out to her about these occasions...

>"Well!" Mrs. Winslow exclaimed as she flung open the bathroom door. "It's a bit... SNUG in some places," she said, adjusting several areas of the dress, the hips in particular, "but I think you're right Vicky. I don't look half bad at all!"
>Vicky smiled with a hand on her chest. "My goodness, you look absolutely beautiful, Mrs. Winslow!"
>"Oh thank you dear!" Mrs. Winslow responded with light claps, and gently patted Vicky's head as she strutted back to the mirror
>"Oh me oh my, Hector's going to LOVE this!" She practically sang to herself as she posed in front of the mirror

>The one thing that always stood out to Vicky about these occasions was... how much fun Mrs. Winslow seemed to have
>She liked to feel "sexy." She liked to pose in front of the mirror. She liked to pretend she was a big time model as she strutted around with whatever she was trying on
>It brought her so much joy to slip into something new, or something she hadn't worn in a while
>Her smile was scarcely so wide as when she tried on an outfit that she really, really liked
>And every time Vicky saw those big smiles, she couldn't help but think to herself...
>"That looks like a lot of fun!"
>Each time she saw Mrs. Winslow glow with such joy, Vicky wondered how she herself would look in something new, something different!
>Unfortunately, a Nandroid is never to wear anything but Sterling issued uniforms, however much she might want to deviate, much to Vicky's silent dismay

>"Vicky, thank you so much honey!" Mrs. Winslow hummed as she dove over to the Nandroid for a hug, lifting her up as she squeezed
>Vicky happily hugged back. "You're very, very welcome ma'am!"
>Setting Vicky down, the woman started on her way back to the bathroom
>"Goodness, gracious me, I'm gonna make Hector a wonderful dinner tonight! I'll lay out the table all romantic-like and then we'll-"
>"Oh I'd be thrilled to help you with-" Vicky interjected before being cut off herself as Mrs. Winslow doubled back to playfully "scold" the Nandroid
>"No no no! I made plenty of anniversary dinners myself before you and Emmet were here. The dinner you two made us last time was wonderful, but it didn't feel quite as special! As far as dinner plans are concerned, I want you two to take the night off!"
>Surprised and wide eyed, Vicky simply agreed as the lady resumed her march to the bathroom to change back. "Of course, of course! Understood ma'am!"
>After Mrs. Winslow came back out in more relaxed clothes, and some brief banter, she leaves Vicky to her own devices as she heads to the kitchen to start making dinner

>Vicky, now alone, in front of that large bedroom mirror, looks at her reflection
>Contemplative, she notices that she, like all Nandroids, is quite a pretty little robot already
>Her uniform is already rather cute too, as is to be expected of Sterling's standards
>She pokes her head out of the master bedroom for just a moment, confirming the Missus was busying herself with dinner. She'll be occupied for quite some time...
>She quietly closes the door and makes her way back to the mirror
>She thinks about all the times she'd watched Mrs. Winslow posing in front of this same mirror
>After a moment of hesitation, Vicky decides, if she can't wear something new, maybe she could at least do this...
>She sassily places her fist against her hip, swings out what would be her pelvis to the side, and strikes a pose!
>...And can't stop herself from quietly giggling with the biggest smile she's had since she was activated by the Winslows
>She strikes another pose, crossing her arms over her chest, hands open and laid upon her shoulders, with a dour, pouty expression
>...And can't hold back another quiet laugh, and another joyful smile
>And she strikes another pose!
>And there's another smile!
>And another pose! And another smile!
>Vicky has never had so much fun!

>Vicky's little modeling session doesn't last long as she hears footsteps outside the room
>She quickly composes herself and sets herself towards the masters' bed as the footsteps get closer
>A knock on the door
>"Come in!" Vicky cheerily beckons as she starts adjusting the sheets
>"Ah, Vicky! I had wondered if someone was in here."
>It was Emmet, coming to see if the room needed any tidying up, no doubt
>"Yes, it's me! I was just straightening up the room after Mrs. Winslow finished some business in here."
>"I'll leave you to it, then! I'll attend to the young masters' rooms in the meantime. Them being at their friends' homes tonight gives me a good opportunity to finally rotate their mattresses!"
>Emmet excuses himself as Vicky continues to work on the room, true to her word
>As she's picking up wire hangers and some of the clothes Mrs. Winslow had left out, Vicky catches her own face in the mirror again
>She stares for just a moment
>She puckers her lips just a bit, places a finger on her cheek, and gives a wink to the "audience"
>And giggles with a sweet smile one more time before going back to work





>As she puts away Mrs. Winslow's clothes, Vicky notices many dresses and other outfits that were untouched for years
>The dress the lady was trying on today was one such dress
>...But Vicky wondered if she'd notice if another dress were to go missing...?
>Shaking her head, Vicky reprimands herself. What is she thinking!? Taking one of her owner's outfits for her own ends? Changing from the Sterling standard uniform, even? How could she!?

>...But WOULD Mrs. Winslow notice...?