Impromptu Exhibition (Springroll’s JJ thing)

	Another long day and another dull night left JJ fidgety and on edge as she shuffled through the halls of her home restaurant. It wasn’t so much the work that was getting to her, as the quiet, empty hours that came directly afterwards. Her days were full of noise and excitement, and she reveled in being the center of attention to all of her adoring fans; but once work was over and everyone had gone home, life would suddenly take a turn for the dull, leaving her to bide the time between open hours and her daily recharge cycle looking for any odd task to pass the time.
	With no guests to accommodate and most of her fellow entertainers usually too busy with their own diversions, JJ had taken a shine to general maintenance to fill the void. The building was always in need of refurbishments, and while it lacked the same sort of thrill as her day job, there was still some gratification to be had in fixing things up and making her home just a little more complete. That’s what she told herself anyway, as she made her way toward the kitchen, and the broken ice-cream machine inside.
	The thing had quit on them a few hours before closing that day, and management couldn’t get anyone to come out and fix it until sometime tomorrow afternoon; but her schedule was completely empty for the night, and it wasn’t like she could break it any more than it already was. So she thought, anyway, until actually approaching the thing, whereupon JJ quickly admitted to herself that she was completely out of her depth. In truth, even tasks as small as changing a lightbulb could be difficult thanks to the ridiculously spartan design of her hands. Most of her fellow robots came equipped with at least one set of opposable thumbs; while she, in contrast, didn’t even get fingers to work with. Still, digits or no, she had given herself a task, and after locating the machine’s control panel, JJ set to work tinkering with its various buttons and dials.
	After roughly fifteen minutes of spinning its crank, unplugging and then plugging it back in, and holding down the power switch super hard, no progress had been made whatsoever; and with no more ideas left in her head, JJ did the only other thing that she could think of, and kicked it in frustration. To her shock, a deep bassy groan began emanating from within the contraption, and after a few strained moments of uncertainty, the machine slowly grumbled to life.
	With an ecstatic whoop, JJ pumped her arm in victory before standing back to admire her work. The ice-cream maker ran just like before -metal gears and electric motors grinding along in indifference as the device waited for the necessary ingredients to fulfill its task- and JJ idly wondered if she could leverage this minor victory on a new pair of hands. After all, imagine how much more good she could do with a working set of fingers; or even, dare she imagine, thumbs. With her spirits high, she moved to flip the machine’s off switch -eager to find one of her compatriots in order to gloat over the good news- only to stop as her hand hovered over the control panel.
	Glancing over the device again, its low, steady rumble piqued her attention. She was feeling good, after all. Full of glee and utterly stoked at her achievement. Anything after this was just going to be the same old drag. And as happy as she was, this little escapade had only exacerbated her pent up energy problems. But as she stood there, in front of her conspicuously vibrating accomplishment, it occurred to her that she had just created a solution as well.
	It was completely irresponsible, and bound to get her in trouble should she be caught, but all the logic in the world paled in comparison to her growing curiosity and the sudden inkling she felt just between her thighs; numbing her inhibitions and drawing her back towards the massive steel beast. Positioning herself right up against its side, with a slow, tentative push forward, she pressed her groin against the machine’s smooth reverberating surface; at once overwhelmed by the cascading vibrations poring against her thin lacy skirt and resonating deeper below. Hidden artificial flesh dotted by a legion of ultra-sensitive sensors lit up in unison as her lurid impulse and desire to let off some steam suddenly payed off in dividends; forcing her to jump back after only a moment’s contact.
	Her mouth was slack and her limbs jittered at the servos as she attempted to hold herself upright. Even after flinching at the sheer potency of the sensation, JJ’s thoughts were already centered around experiencing it again. Longer, this time. More confidently. Riding it out to its fullest extent and seeing just how far this new experience could take her. So wrapped up in the moment, she didn’t even notice that her hand had sunk down past her waist to apply some pressure between her legs; and the robot couldn’t help but let out a half-nervous chuckle as she spotted her own unconscious actions and realized just how excited she truly was.
	With a newfound sense of exhilaration coursing through her, JJ pushed her skirt and underwear past her knees before frantically kicking off her shoes and stripping her bottom half down to her smooth rubbery skin. Everything she discarded was left strewn on the floor where it lay as she once again approached the metal behemoth; positioning herself atop it with cautious reverence and soaking in its enthralling vibrations while taking care not to do anything too drastic until she was good and ready. Balancing above its flat metal surface, JJ clumsily pawed at the oversized buttons on her shirt; eventually manipulating them out of their clasps and tossing the garment onto the floor, with her bra and cap soon following. Finally, she found herself completely disrobed and free of any pesky distractions keeping her from fully enjoying the moment; and with a pining lick of her synthetic lips, JJ gripped the machine’s edges with her hollow palms and lowered herself against it.
	Straddled between her bare legs, the feeling her stainless steel mount provided was even more intense than the meager sampling she received before, and she fought to concentrate as the pulsing vibrations shot through her nethers and set them aflame with deafening bliss. Within moments, JJ was forced to succumbing to the whirring tremor of her plaything; and with mindless fervency, pressed her now drenched mound against its smooth metallic housing as her artificial muscles pulsed and contracted in chaotic adulation. Crash after crash of pleasure washed over her conscious thoughts in staggering waves as she bucked against the machine’s edge. It had been far too long since she’d experienced an orgasm like this -something made obvious by the fact she had lost control so quickly- and the patch beneath her was practically drenched in slippery slick fluids by the time JJ could get ahold of herself enough to think straight once again.
	With her lust seemingly sated for the moment, the little robot crept forward and took a seat on the ice-cream maker’s edge; bleary-eyed and grinning with bubbling contentment as the machine’s mechanical whir began to intermingle with her burgeoning afterglow. Risky or not, this was definitely something she would need to do again, and with a satisfied sigh, she leaned back and propped herself up against her arms; ready to relax and soak up the moment before her inevitable return to reality. It was only then, at the tail end of her little indulgence, that JJ looked up and remember that she was far from alone in her deceptively dim and quiet home. If she had a heart, it would have either frozen completely or jumped straight out of her chest, as facing her from the corner of the room was one of the buildings many security cameras; staring down at her unflinchingly with its single unwavering eye.
	JJ immediately wiped the placid grin from her face and shoved her hands between her legs; far too flustered to realize her breasts were still completely exposed. This was it. She was done for. Even if she wasn’t reprimanded for such blatant misuse of company property, there was no way she would ever be able to show herself in front of anyone ever again. She felt humiliated; ashamed; and utterly defeated as she stared back at the camera in a terrified panic.
	But also, strangely, a little turned on.
	Actually, very turned on.
	Maybe it shouldn’t have come as such a shock. JJ was, after all, a showman at heart. Kids from all over came to see her and her friends sing songs and put on shows every day, and it wasn’t a stretch to say she enjoyed being watched. But it had never occurred to her just how deeply she enjoyed it.
	A little unnerved by her own conflicted thoughts, JJ shifted in her seat as she mulled over the situation. It occurred to her that there was no guarantee that anyone was actually watching. The guard had plenty of duties to occupy him throughout the night other than just sitting there and looking at the cameras. And even if he was watching them, it was most likely only at a cursory glance. There were so many to keep up with, he probably flipped through them all at a lightning pace; hardly even registering what he saw. After all, she certainly hadn’t seen him come storming down here and demanding her to stop. Maybe she had gotten lucky. Heck, for all she knew, the camera had been inactive all this time. It was impossible to know.
	But the idea of an audience –of that unblinking lens capturing every morsel of her body and surveying every bawdy action- that thought couldn’t help but intrigued her.
	Maybe… Maybe the reason he hadn’t done anything, was because he was into this sort of stuff.
	After a bit of uneasy deliberation, JJ moved her hands from between her thighs and spread her legs; presenting her leaking pink womanhood to her potential viewer as if blissfully unaware that anyone could possibly be watching. A nervous grin formed between her blushing purple cheeks as she idly glanced around the room, before moving a hand back toward her vulva and gently rubbing its exposed outer labia. Her delicate, glistening lips tingled at the touch as she ran the tip of her hand across their sensitive edge; teasing herself and tested her resolve in seeing just how far she was willing to take this.
	The answer she quickly concluded to that question was “all the way” as JJ closed her eyes and brought both of her hands to the front of her waist, before sensually running them up her stomach and bringing them to the base of her breasts. With a satisfied sigh, she cupped her chest just below the nipples and arched forward; shoving her groin back down against the tremoring surface beneath her. She didn’t know if the cameras could pick up sound, but her sake as much as its, JJ let out an audible moan as her pussy once again made direct contact with the ice-cream machine. Its dampened, rumbling exterior had grown warm in the time she had first turned it on, and in contrast to her first encounter only moments ago, she was beginning to find its contact manageable; even familiar.
	The machine’s low mechanical drone had quickly fallen into the background of her perception after its activation, but now, JJ was beginning to wonder if her guard had heard it all this time. Had he tuned into the kitchen’s camera feed just in time to see her begin to experiment? Was he embarrassed? Did he enjoy himself? Her hips moved on instinct against the rumbling surface beneath her as she contemplated those thoughts; her feelings of bashfulness all but evaporating as she pictured the potential set of eyes gazing upon her from the security office across the building. Maybe he was having just as much fun watching her as she was thinking about him. The idea of her unseen voyeur needing to clean up his office like she would need to clean up the kitchen later cause JJ to smirk as she leaned back against her mount’s upper half.
	Making herself nice and settled, JJ spread her legs wide and let them dangle casually off the edges of her seat before moving a hand back down to her vulva. With the whole world shaking beneath her, the contact between the raw patch of synthetic flesh and her simplistic hollow hand was blisteringly intense compared to her normal moments alone with herself, and with a jittery moan and a clenched smile, she began rubbing herself in earnest; teasing the sensitive button at the tip of her slit as her thoughts raced frantically around visions of her theoretical audience; watching her from the edges of the shadows; reveling in her performance as she reveled in it herself.
	The patch of metal bellow her mound grew thick with lubricating fluids as JJ’s pussy twitched and shuddered in protest of the wonderful, overbearing strain she put it through. With her time nearly upon her and her body so rout with need, the robotic performer fell into the crescendo of her act with natural flair; throwing subtlety to the wind and pressing as much of her crude circular hand between her lower lips as she could bear. Gleaming pink silicon trembled and clenched against the invading onslaught of rubbery white plastic as JJ’s inner sensors scrambled to interpret the mind-numbing cascade of data they were meant to relay; forcing broadcasts of physical pleasure to override any other thought her overworked processor could hope to interpolate as she wormed her hand deeper and deeper between her folds. And so, for the second time that night, JJ lost herself to the ever steady vibrations of her ice-cream making mount; writhing against it and herself for an all too short amount of time as she fawned lustfully over thoughts of her mystery observer.
	It was only after -as she lay limp and dazed; fluids pooling between her legs and eyes gazing blankly at the ceiling above her- that JJ truly contemplated her actions. There was almost definitely going to be some kind of fallout from this; maybe an employee intervention or some kind of seminar about appropriate use of company equipment. But for the moment, she didn’t care. Lifting her arm with an unnecessary amount of strain, she felt around behind her until locating the ice-cream makers power switch; deactivating it with a somber click before hopping down off of its surface and steadying herself on her feet. Yeah, she was probably going to get in some kind of trouble if anyone was actually watching, but there was nothing she could do about it now. And so, in one last bid of showmanship, JJ bent down to pick up her cloths, and presented the camera with an unambiguous shot of her smooth synthetic rear and sated wet womanhood; grinning to herself in self-satisfaction all the while.