Harry-Wayne not so subtly implied that, with such a risk, he had to be good! The new girl believed him and wanted to try him out. Harry-Wayne was happy to oblige.
Even so, most of the girls weren’t terribly excited with Harry-Wayne and didn’t repeat the experience. But it didn’t matter. There were more girls and he had the Barzicon. One, that Alicia, had come out with him nearly a dozen times! He told her his best stories and she loved it. He always seemed to know what to say. Alicia would get into the truck and ask, “Where are we going?”
Harry-Wayne would say, “West and Out!”
After driving to a suitable location they would go to the back of the truck. He would expand on the tale and then they would do astounding things on the mattress he kept carefully wrapped in a clean tarp. She always wanted their heads at the tailgate so she could watch the Barzicon, who would coo at them from the window. Even after Alicia rode with him no more, he enlarged and embellished the stories and continued to exercise his ever increasing cadre of erotic talents.
The Barzicon’s coo was the master touch, musical but totally alien. The beast would watch the girl intensely, rolling its four eyes as Harry-Wayne wove the stories. It would lick its teeth and begin the coo with a soft tinkling, high in the throat. The sound was concupiscent, compelling and intoxicating. It expanded, growing in intensity and complexity throughout the lovemaking until it reached a magnificent crescendo at their climax.
Harry-Wayne had learned to ignore the beginning of the coo and let the girls ask what the Barzicon was doing. “It wants us to do it!” he explained. “It knows when we want to do it! It needs to make it better! They die if they can’t be around humans when we do it!”
Well, even if the girls didn’t believe it all, it piqued their interest. Most would give in when the Barzicon cooed.
After he finally told his brother about the dream girl, Tommy claimed he already knew all about her. She had come to him in dreams and revealed things he’d never been able to figure out before about his robots. She had shown him how to build a better Barzicon. That was why the second one had been able to do so much. It was why this third one was so incredibly real!
“No way!” Tommy was just pulling his chain about the girl, trying to make him jealous. “Fine, if that’s what it took to get a better Barzicon, what the hell!” Harry-Wayne just wanted more girls. This, the third Barzicon and the new truck his brother had put it in were fantastic!
This Barzicon looked right, felt right and it appeared to be totally real! Only a tiny cable, plugged into a socket high on the inside of a hind leg, connected it to the truck. He didn’t see any extra equipment installed anywhere. “The cable is just for control,” said Tommy. “All you have to do is talk to him. He’s practically a live animal. He will do the job.”
“Oh man, thought Harry-Wayne, will he ever and not just on hitchhikers! Wait until the girls see this one. Tomorrow, it’s out early to the lake road for a real test!” There were always new girls on the lake road or around the boat ramp.
Dazzled as he rounded a curve into the morning sun, he almost didn’t see her standing beside the road. He saw her face as he drove by. It was the dream girl, he was sure! He got the truck stopped, right in the road. He didn’t even pull over to the side. He watched in the mirror as she walked up the road shoulder on the shotgun side of the truck. He turned around, reached back and laid his hand on the Barzicon. He felt the fluid texture of the feather/hair on his fingertips. He looked down at the powerful six-limbed body and marveled that it looked so real. His hand rested on the back of its thick neck just below the now erect and distended purple and yellow crest of the feather-like scales that ran from behind the eye stalks on the top of its head to the base of the heavy skull. The top eyes swiveled on their stalks and looked balefully into his, while the front eye pair stared purposefully at the rear side window where the girl would come into view.