I, Fembot: Fembot Sally, #1

By Samantha Faulkner

Stealing diamonds and seducing secret agents is all in a day's work for a robotic femme fatale.

Sally Shagwell may look like an ordinary shop girl – she works behind the perfume counter at Burlington's department store – but in reality she is a Fembot, a deadly android assassin manufactured by a sinister international crime syndicate known only as "the Organisation." Her function: to maim, to kill, to steal and to seduce.

A diamond heist draws the attention of MI6 and secret agent Steve Blunt is dispatched to investigate.

Fembot Sally must use all her robotic wiles to lure him into a deadly trap.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Samantha Faulkner
• Release date: Feb 14, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386708353

Book preview

I, Fembot

Nobody notices a pretty girl in a miniskirt when she is humping around a great big tea trolley. The choice of hair colour is important here. Pert and blonde may well attract attention, but a pert brunette can easily slip under the radar. I have been working as a tea lady at the Secret Research Institute for three days now. On day one, I introduced myself to the head of security, Jeff Buck. He is the only man on site who knows the combination to the vault and I have been plying him with tea and biscuits three times a day. Mr Buck is married and has an unimpeachable record of twenty years service, but I do not believe he will pose a problem. The sight of an unbuttoned blouse and the thought of a bit of slap and tickle is enough to corrupt even the most outwardly respectable of men.

It is I who suggest an illicit rendezvous down in the vault. There is no point wasting time. ‘I want to see the Coxton Diamond,’ I gush, fluttering my eyelids and adopting my best ickle-girl voice. ‘I saw a photograph of it in Life Magazine. It looks so big! I’d love to see it for myself.’ I lean forward across the desk and my hand slowly unpops another button on my blouse. ‘I’d be so grateful,’ I whisper. Mr Buck stares back at me, captivated.

A few minutes later, we are three floors down, outside the vault, and he is tapping the combination into a small keypad.

I take out my compact and touch up my lipstick. The mirror in the compact acts as a miniature television receiver. I switch it on and am able to see into the control room, where Jenny and Michelle are distracting the guards. Jenny is sat astride Mr Arnold Jackson, between him and a bank of security monitors. I can see the man’s deliriously happy face through Jenny’s artificial eyes as he leans forward and unzips the front of her dress. I flick channels and see that Michelle has already locked tongues with William Moore, the second night watchman. Everything seems to be running to plan. I should have several minutes of undisturbed attention.

The huge titanium door swings open and I flash a dazzling smile at Jeff Buck. He is short and balding but has a kind face. We move inside the vault and he locates the box containing the legendary diamond. He enters a second combination on the lock and the lid flips open. Finally, he pulls out the Coxton. I gaze at the gem with wide eyes. ‘It’s huge!’ I exclaim. It is almost the size of a tennis ball. ‘Can I hold it?’

Buck smiles indulgently. ‘Be very careful.’

I take the diamond in my hand and caress it for a moment. ‘It’s beautiful,’ I say, holding it up to the light. I unclip the top of my handbag and slip the diamond inside.

Buck laughs. ‘Now, now!’ he admonishes me, with mock severity. ‘If you’re going to try and walk off with that, I may have to put you over my knee and spank you.’ He grins. The poor lamb thinks I am playing a joke.

I smile and break his neck with a swift karate chop. There is a