Cleansweep 5000

[Horn-eman000]

AN: I have basically 0 knowledge on current technological advancements regarding the capabilities of cleaning robots. It might already be at this point. I just thought the idea of a story involving a cleaning robot would be fun. Anyway, enjoy!
 
Candice’s bleary eyes snapped open when the soft red glow of the digital clock on her nightstand read 7:30 AM.

“Oh, no!” she gasped, flinging back tangled sheets. “I’m going to be late!”

She vaulted out of bed. bare feet slapping the hardwood floor as she dashed into the bathroom. She would have to skip showering. Hastily, she squeezed a ribbon of toothpaste onto her toothbrush, scrubbing her teeth in frantic back-and-forth strokes while the minty foam bubbled around her lips. A quick swipe of deodorant under each arm followed. Grabbing a hairbrush, she tackled her unruly, bushy black hair, trying to tame it into some semblance of order. Then, she gave her fair-skinned face a quick wet down. Her wide brown eyes scanned her appearance in the mirror. She didn’t look her best, having just gotten out of bed and not showered, but decided it’d have to do.

Candice grabbed her wallet and her phone, and she headed downstairs. She began making coffee and while it was brewing, she went to go pack her cleaning robot, the Cleansweep 5000, in the van. Candice believed she had made a breakthrough on autonomous cleaning, designing a robot that could supposedly be commanded to do any specific task or set of tasks in whatever order via an app on a phone. She had poured months of sleepless nights into programming its routines although she hadn’t yet been able to fully test it. But today was the day she would be showing it off to her company’s CEO, and she had less than an hour left before she was meeting him.

Candice struggled as she wheeled the robot into the garage to put it in her van, wishing she had done this last night. Opening the back doors, she huffed and strained, lowering the robot into the rear compartment with a grunt, securing it amidst a jumble of cables and toolboxes. When she was finally done, she rushed back into the kitchen. Her coffee had been done brewing for several minutes. Candice looked at the clock. She had only 40 minutes left. She grabbed her travel mug and poured the coffee in. Then, she grabbed her things. She was about to head out when she remembered she hadn’t dressed. Candic looked down at her body, which was clad in nothing but a purple bra and thong that she had worn to bed. Having no time left to run upstairs and get properly dressed, she yanked her black trench coat off the rack. Wrapping it around herself, she tied the waist belt hastily and pulled on her heeled ankle boots. The coat covered her whole body, and she could just leave it on, so she figured it’d be ok.

Back in the garage, she climbed into her van and turned the keys in the ignition, the engine rumbling to life. Candice clicked the remote stashed on the sun visor and watched the garage door rise. Once she exited, thankful she had backed in, Candice pulled onto the street and floored it, her knuckles white on the steering wheel as she gripped it tightly.

It was a long drive to the CEO’s mansion on the outskirts of the city, and Candice found herself speeding and taking turns rather quickly. On one of the last turns before she reached the mansion, she took it particularly fast and, in the process, her coffee mug fell onto her lap. The top came off and the coffee spilled all over her trench coat, the liquid seeping through the fabric.

“God dammit!” she hissed, one hand jerking to the glove compartment. She yanked out a wad of napkins and pressed them against the satin-lined interior of her coat, blotting at the dark stain fruitlessly.

Candice was panicking as she pulled up to the wrought iron gate of the mansion, its fluted columns rising like sentinels above manicured lawns and sculpted hedges. She spoke her name into the intercom.

After the gate opened and she entered, she drove down the tree-lined lane and parked near the polished marble steps leading to the front door. She then looked down at the coffee stain on her coat. It was massive, but mostly seemed to blend in. Candice didn’t know what to do. She had nothing else that she could change into and removing the trench coat was out of the question. The mere thought of meeting the CEO in just her bra and thong was unthinkable. Yet, a coffee-stained coat was hardly ideal either. But with no other options, she’d just have to hope that he wouldn’t notice.

Candice about jumped out of her skin when she heard a knock at the driver side window. She turned her bushy head towards the sound. On the other side stood Arthur the CEO, a tall, fit man with close-cropped brown hair, gray eyes, warm ebony skin, and a tailored tan suit that accentuated broad shoulders. She had been lost in thought and hadn’t seen him approach. Candice opened the door.

“Candice,” Arthur greeted her with a warm smile. “How nice to see you again!”

“Hi, Arthur,” Candice replied nervously.

“So, do you have the robot,” Arthur inquired, his tone businesslike yet friendly.

“Uh, yeah, it’s in the back,” Candice answered, trying to steady her racing heart.

“Great, let’s get it and bring it in!” Arthur enthused.

Candice nodded, her fingers fumbling slightly as she unbuckled her seatbelt. She stepped out of the van, the door thudding shut behind her.

“What’s that smell?” Arthur asked, his nose wrinkling slightly.

“Oh, uh,” Candice stammered. “It’s uh, my deodorant!”

“Smells like coffee,” Arthur remarked, raising an eyebrow.

“Uh, yeah, it’s, uh, coffee scented.”

“Um, ok,” Arthur said, clearly finding it strange. Candice sighed in relief when he didn’t question her further though.

Together, they walked to the rear of the van, the crisp air tingling on Candice's skin. They opened the doors, revealing the robot nestled inside. With coordinated effort, they grasped the machine and maneuvered it out, hauling it into the mansion.

“Here, I’ll take your coat,” Arthur offered once they were inside and had removed their shoes, the warmth of the room enveloping them.

“Oh, no no no,” Candice replied quickly, clutching the coat tightly around her. “I’ll keep it on.”

“Are you sure?” Arthur asked, slightly puzzled.

“Yeah, I get cold easily,” Candice insisted, trying to sound convincing.

“Well, I’ve got the heat on—”

“Yes, well, I like to be extra warm!” she interjected with a forced smile.

“Uh, alrighty then,” Arthur acquiesced, clearly bemused but willing to let it slide.

“Sadie, Candice is here!” His voice echoed up the grand, sweeping staircase, its polished banister gleaming under the soft, ambient light.

“My wife will be joining us for the demonstration if you don’t mind,” Arthur said, turning back to Candice.

“Oh, not at all,” Candice lied. Normally, she wouldn’t mind. But with the current state of her attire, this just made her more nervous.

“Sadie!” Arthur called out again, his voice rising in volume when no response came.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” came the response, muffled and tinged with grumpiness. A moment later, an olive-skinned woman with a cascade of untamed brown curls appeared at the top of the staircase. Her eyes were heavy with sleep, and a yawn escaped her lips as she descended, dressed only in a striking red bra and a matching thong.

“Candice, I’d you to meet my wife, Sadie,” Arthur introduced with a gesture.

“Hello,” Candice said, not believing her eyes. For a fleeting moment, she considered shedding her coat—after all, she’d be dressed in a similar state as the woman before her. However, the audacity of such an act held her back.

“Hi,” Sadie mumbled, her voice still grumpy and her eyes barely open. Her gaze drifted to the scent in the air. “Is that coffee?”

“Oh, that’s just my deodorant,” Candice replied, her explanation hanging awkwardly in the air.

“Ok,” Sadie responded, drawing out the word with a hint of skepticism, clearly finding Candice's explanation as peculiar as Arthur did.

“Well, shall we begin?” Candice asked, her voice a mix of eagerness and anticipation.

“After I get my morning coffee,” Sadie replied, heading for the kitchen to the left of the staircase.

“We’ll start in there,” Arthur said, following his wife.

After Sadie poured some coffee in a mug, Candice began the demonstration. She pushed the power button on the sleek, metallic robot, which came to life with a soft whir and a flicker of lights.

“Powering up, Cleansweep 5000,” the machine announced in a smooth, automated voice. Candice then pulled out her phone, unlocking it and going to robot control app she had created. She entered a set of commands.

"Initiating cleaning sequence," the robot announced, its sensors scanning the kitchen. With precise movements, it glided across the floor, stopping at a spilled sugar packet on the counter.

"Detecting granular substance," it stated, extending a telescopic arm with a miniature vacuum attachment. The sugar disappeared in seconds, leaving the marble spotless.

Arthur raised his eyebrows. "Impressive response time."

The Cleansweep moved methodically around the kitchen, wiping down surfaces, organizing scattered utensils, and mopping spills. When it encountered a stubborn coffee ring on the table, it analyzed the stain before selecting the appropriate cleaning solution from its internal compartment.

"Calibrating solvent distribution for tannin removal," it announced, applying just enough cleaner to dissolve the stain without damaging the finish.

Sadie's drowsy expression transformed into one of fascination. "It actually knows what it's cleaning?"

"Advanced material recognition," Candice explained, keeping her arms tightly crossed over her stained coat. "It can identify thousands of substances and surfaces."

They followed the robot into the dining room, where it dusted the crystal chandelier, polished the mahogany table to a mirror shine, and even straightened the chairs to perfect right angles.

"The spatial awareness is remarkable," Arthur commented as the machine navigated around a priceless vase without coming within an inch of it.

In the living room, the robot vacuumed intricate patterns into the plush carpet while simultaneously dusting bookshelves. It paused at a leather sofa, selecting a specialized attachment.

"Conditioning natural hide furniture," it announced, applying a light mist that brought new life to the aged leather.

"Our cleaning service charges extra for that," Sadie murmured, now fully awake and trailing the robot like an excited child.

The library proved even more impressive as the Cleansweep categorized misplaced books, returning them to their proper shelves according to what appeared to be the Dewey Decimal System.

"It can read?" Arthur asked incredulously.

"Just enough to recognize organizational patterns," Candice replied, her professional confidence growing despite her awkward situation.

By the time they reached the game room, Arthur was making notes on his phone. The robot meticulously reorganized a jumbled chess set, arranged billiard balls in numerical order, and even untangled a nest of video game controllers.

"The potential applications are endless," Arthur said, his businessman's mind clearly calculating. "Hotels, hospitals, corporate offices..."

They toured through guest bedrooms, bathrooms, and even a home theater where the robot picked popcorn kernels from between seat cushions. With each demonstration, Candice felt her anxiety about her clothing situation diminish as the focus remained firmly on her invention. Then, they headed for the laundry room.

"Perfect test," Sadie said. "It's a disaster in there."

The laundry room was indeed chaotic—overflowing hampers, scattered socks, and a pile of clothes on the floor. The Cleansweep paused in the doorway, scanning the scene before moving with purpose.

"Laundry protocol initiated," it announced.

With remarkable dexterity, the robot began sorting clothes—whites in one pile, colors in another, delicates set aside. It opened the washing machine door, measured detergent from a nearby bottle, and began loading the first batch. When one washer had been filled, the robot closed it and turned the machine on. Then, it began loading the second washer.

"It's even checking pockets," Arthur noted with amazement as the robot removed a crumpled receipt from a pair of jeans.

When it had gathered up all the dirty clothes, the robot then turned its attention to Candice and her coffee-stained trench coat. It approached her, its sensors blinking.

“Dirty garment detected,” the robot announced.

Before she could react, mechanical arms shot out, gripping her trench coat.

"Wait—no!" Candice cried.

With a ripping sound, the Cleansweep tore the trench coat from her body. Candice gasped as she stood there in just her purple bra and thong. Arthur's eyebrows shot up while Sadie's mouth formed a perfect O of surprise. The robot, having removed Candice’s wallet and the keys to her van from the coat, placed the fabric in the washer.

“I can explain,” Candice stammered, voice quivering. “I woke up late, I was in a rush, I spilled coffee on my trench coat-”

Her words were cut off when the robot turned its attention towards her again.

“Dirty Garments detected,” it repeated.

“No, stop!” Candice cried, trying to tap her phone to end the command. But it slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor as the robot grabbed ahold of her bra and thong. It one quick motion, the robot yanked both pieces of underwear off of Candice, the thong snapping in the process, and added them to the washer.

Candice stood there completely naked, her C-cup breasts and smooth-shaven pussy now on display for her company’s CEO and his wife. Her face immediately turned red as she scrambled to cover herself.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t know that would happen, I swear…” She looked down in shame, tears beginning to spill from her eyes. There was a moment of stunned silence. Then Arthur snorted, a laugh escaping before he could stop it. Sadie followed, her shock giving way to uncontrollable giggles. Candice looked up in surprise and confusion, her cheeks still burning with humiliation.

Before anyone could respond, the robot pivoted toward Sadie, its sensors flashing once more.

"Dirty garments detected," it announced yet again.

"Wait, what?" Sadie's laughter died instantly.

The robot lunged forward, its mechanical arms gripping Sadie's red underwear. With the same efficiency it had shown with Candice, it tore the bra and thong from Sadie's body, leaving the CEO's wife just as naked.

For a moment, Sadie stood still, her breasts, a similar size to Candice’s and the diamond shaped mound of pubic hair above her pussy, now openly visible. She blinked twice, looking down at herself, then at Candice, and then, she burst out laughing again.

"At least we're even now," Sadie gasped between fits of laughter, making no effort to cover herself. “And this is often times how I’m ‘dressed’ at home anyway!”

Arthur meanwhile was doubled over, tears streaming down his face as he howled with laughter, his composed CEO demeanor completely shattered. He leaned against the doorframe for support, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

Candice remained in place, arms covering herself, mortification radiating throughout her body. But then, something unexpected stirred within her—a lightness, a release of tension she hadn't known she was carrying. The absurdity of it all—her rushed morning, the coffee stain, the robot's overzealous cleaning protocol and now, here she was standing naked before her CEO and his equally naked wife while they laughed hysterically. A small smile cracked through her embarrassment. Then a chuckle escaped her lips, surprising her. Before she knew it, Candice's own laughter joined the chorus, her hands dropping to her sides as the tension melted from her body.

"Your robot," Arthur wheezed, wiping his eyes, "is definitely thorough!"

"Too thorough!" Candice replied, her embarrassment falling away with each burst of laughter.

The three of them stood there, two naked women and a fully dressed man, laughing until their sides ached. The Cleansweep, meanwhile, had methodically started the second washing machine and moved on to folding clean towels as if nothing unusual had happened.

"Oh god," Arthur finally said, wiping his eyes and trying to catch his breath. "Candice, your robot clearly needs a few tweaks before we market it to the general public—I'm not sure most households are ready for the, ah, full-service cleaning experience." He dissolved into another fit of giggles. "But I have to say, the technology is remarkable!"

"Thank you," Candice replied, her professional pride somehow intact despite her nakedness. “I’m so sorry about all of this.”

"Don't be," Arthur said, finally regaining his composure. "Best product demonstration I've ever had. And the robot definitely showed… enthusiastic efficiency!"

[Freesub]

When I read the title, I was expecting a story about the harry potter brooms

Still, I liked it. Maybe a naked selfie with the two women is in order for the CEO?