Once upon a time at CompAInion headquarters: "Let me reiterate. That is absolutely insane and most definitely illegal too. They could sue you. Ruin your career. Or worse... Yes, I know you could choose the order you want to replace. Yeah, we do have data on their individual preference to fine-tune their AI. Yes, in theory, you could choose someone with matching interests. But that is still illegal, essentially fraud! They are paying for a sex robot modeled after you, they want to fuck that robot! How would you feel if you paid for a state-of-the-art sex-bot replica of Ryan Gosling... and instead, only the real Gosling shows up to fuck you?! Oh. Yeah, no, I get it, I am an idiot. Sorry, Miss. Here's our List of customers. Quite the good launch, may I add."

70% of people that win the lottery go broke. There are just soooo many fun things to spend money on. Cocaine, Hookers, Cars, Houses, Sex-bot replicas of models/influencers...

Dave and Timmy had chosen the latter three options... the first two were not really their vibe. No - dense as they might be, the two kinesiology students treated their bodies like temples. No alcohol, no drugs, and while hookers are certainly not dirty by default, they rather played it safe. Well, as this story requires, Dave and Timmy liked to do a little bit of gambling here and there. Nothing much, and only in cases where they were really sure they could win. The odds had to be good, they proudly explained to their Uber driver on their way to the Bank, having just won 120 million.
"Anyone can win the lottery, you just got to believe in yourself and pick the right numbers."
For some reason, the driver did not seem very inspired by that, but Timmy was not too worried. He knew he was right, otherwise, he wouldn't be a millionaire right now. Technically, he was also the only one of the two who actually won. The ticket was in his name, he had paid for it, but Dave had put forth a very convincing argument when Timmy first told him:
"If you, like, had not had the money, I would have paid for the ticket, and then I'd have won. I dunno, but I think we both kinda won, right?"
Timmy was fully on board with that idea. They were lifelong friends, now lifelong millionaires too! Ride together, get rich together, buy a sexbot together!

That was their latest impulse purchase. After buying themselves a penthouse in New York and a swanky mansion in Los Angeles, the two men had so much money left and needed an investment. Surely, a limited-edition Ai-controlled sex bot replica of their favorite model/influencer would appreciate in value over time, proper stonks and all that. They were all about the gains, had always been that way, this was no exception. Surely, she'd be worth every penny.

No more than a week later, the duo got a mail from UPS - their package had been delivered. Immediately, the two of them rushed to the front door - and made their way down from their penthouse. Athletic as they were, and too excited to stand in an elevator, the two of them chose to take the stairs. Slightly out of breath, they finally arrived at the massive metal crate only 120 floors later. A concierge helped them lift the piece into the elevator, and armed with a crowbar, they eventually pried the box open in their living room. Styrofoam stuffing in small pellets exploded into the room - and with a deep, exasperated breath, their "Sex bot" came to life. What a grand day it would be! And she looked so lifelike, almost as if she was a tad exhausted having spent the last thirty minutes in the crate because these fucking idiots didn't want to take the elevator on their way down. But that couldn't be it, a sex-bot did not need to breathe, surely that couldn't be it!

Anyway, the two himbos watched in awe as the beautiful woman stepped out, definitely a sexbot and not the real model/influencer slowly calming down from her near-death experience while being ogled in her skimpy chosen-by-them attire.

Hey, dear reader! I hope you had fun reading that. Now, for the plot twist: The sex bot they ordered is actually not a robot, but the real celebrity! Didn't expect that, right? To be more specific, I'd like us to invent a celebrity for this - she does not need to be a model or influencer, she could be a proper a-lister for our narrative, but I do not want to use a real celebrity. I do like using faceclaims though (usually models, not actresses and such). I am looking for a fun, comedic, goofy tone about two incredibly hot, sexually-skilled himbos too stupid to realize that they are actually fucking the real deal - while she obviously has a GREAT time too!

Kinks: CMNF, Gentle Maledom, Oral (both ways), Deepthroat, Bodyworship, Toys, BDSM (light bondage, orgasm control), performing, outfit play, recording, romance, making out, athletic men, skinny/fit women, SSC, aftercare, collar/leash), massages, oilplay, anal, interracial

Limits: Toilet play, sweatplay, sounding, petplay, animals, incest, cheating, pubic hair, blood, lactation, impregnation, pregnancy play, footplay (except for massages), deliberately ugly characters, raceplay, DDlg