David Number Four

***

The next day was slow and Sydney was grateful for this because it gave her plenty of time to respond to the shocking news she had received the evening before. She used her downtime to meticulously pull all customers named "David" from the catalog and study their information. Having closed their accounts, the only information she had to go by was their mutual first name and the responses to the questions that they provided, to be used in the product packaging.

Sydney thought for sure that the answers to the questions would provide enough clues for her to make a match to her David, but she discovered that this task was infuriatingly difficult. There were too many shared interests, several of which she knew David enjoyed. Her David enjoyed his job, but it was not listed in any answers, and there were various answers he might provide when forced to come up with another that he'd love to have. The only other question she felt could narrow the results was the pet question, but he didn't have one on account of his tiny apartment and only two Davids could be excluded because they had a pet.

That left six. Six Davids, one of which was an exact replica of the penis belonging to her longtime childhood crush and best friend; the man who relentlessly and tragically occupied the deepest and most tender place in her heart.

Sydney lined up an archival copy of their dildos, arranging them in order beneath the windows of the studio, and labeling them "David #1" through "David #6." She took a step back and studied them, examining their varying shapes and sizes, trying to find some way to determine which was his, even if it meant having to unlock some repressed, alien part of her brain and recover the latent powers of ESP.

Jacinta poked her head into the studio. "Still here? I've started to lock up."

"Mmm..." Sydney mumbled.

"What are you up to?"

"Oh, nothing," Sydney replied, snapping out of her trance. "Just... um... looking at my work. I'm my own worst critic."

Jacinta laughed. "Maybe you should just try 'em all out. No way to know how good they are until you use them!"

Sydney laughed and rolled her eyes. "You can go, I'll lock up today."

"Okay, have fun!" Jacinta added with a snicker.

Sydney returned to the lineup and resumed the examination, trying to determine which might be her David's, but she finally accepted that she had no other way to tell besides gut feeling. Furthermore, she didn't even know if he agreed to enter himself into the catalog, so it could potentially be none of the cocks standing before her.

Sydney bit her lip. She walked toward the door and peeked out. Jacinta had just left. She locked the front door and hurried back into the studio, relieved that she was now alone. She approached David #1. She began to caress him, imagining that it belonged to her friend, that it was real live flesh and blood, warm to the touch, responding to her sensual contact. She moved on to the next one, stroking it lovingly. Sydney could feel herself getting hot and antsy. A flush developed on her neck.

She worked her way down the line, handing each dildo with care and deep, studious attention, listening inward for a stirring that would tell her, "This is the one." However, that inner voice never spoke up.

Sydney couldn't help but think about what Jacinta had said. After first laughing it off and shaking her head, she soon returned to the suggestion. In fact, it wasn't a bad idea to try each one. Maybe that was the thing; she would only know which one was his once she felt him finally penetrate her body, sinking deep inside at that moment she had fantasized about a thousand times over the years.

She carefully removed her clothes, slipping off her jeans, folding them, and placing them on the chair. She pulled off her shirt and placed that on top. Her heart was beating quickly. "Suppose Jacinta forgot something and comes back?" she asked herself, before forcing the thought to leave her mind.

Sydney continued, carefully unsnapping and removing her bra, feeling the need to simulate a full erotic encounter. She felt the cool rush of air dance across her nipples as her breasts fell free in the middle of the room. She had forgotten to pull the shade down on the windows but couldn't see anyone in the windows of the building across the street. Quickly, Sydney slipped down her panties and tossed them on the pile of clothes forming beside her.

She felt terrifyingly exposed, standing there completely nude, except for a pair of cushy socks, in the middle of her studio. Sydney glanced over at the table that the men used at the far side of the room. She imagined one was there now, trembling, sporting a massively erect penis. Suddenly she knew exactly how her own customers felt, laying there exposed for her to see.

Sydney walked slowly back to the line of dildos which she had arranged one after the other, upright and ready to provide pleasure. The rapid thud of her heart rattled against her chest as she approached the first one, straddling over the cock of David #1. She lowered herself down onto it and watched as it pressed against her body until it forced its way through her dark layer of pubic hair, finding its way into her pink cavity, and then gliding smoothly into her body. She felt herself stretch and expand to fit the cock inside her. It was snug but comfortable.

Sydney tried the next one. It felt even better than the first. Becoming increasingly aroused by what she was doing, she began to slowly move up and down on it, trying to imagine what it would be like to ride David. She began to moan. She had six Davids all to herself, one of whom was the supreme master of all.

One by one she rode each cock until she had sampled them all. By the time she pulled herself off the last one, it was glistening and coated with a thick layer of her body's eager emissions. She found herself buzzing, her mind obsessing over the fact that maybe, just maybe, she now knew what it felt like to have her best friend's cock deep inside her.

Sydney wanted to come. She couldn't stand it. Taking a step back to examine the wet phalluses that stood before her, she began to rub her clit. "Oh, David..." she whimpered. "Fuck me..." She rubbed herself faster. "Fuck my pussy..." she moaned louder, anxious to see the expression on his face when he spoke to him in a way she'd never spoken to him before. It was the first time she'd provided an actual voice to her secret fantasy.

She could feel herself sloshing as she rubbed her fingers in vicious circles, skirting passionately across her budding clit. She scanned the row of cocks as she masturbated, intoxicated by the sight of their skyward thrust. Suddenly she began to fixate on David #4. More than any of the others, she could feel it still inside her body. She began to finger fuck herself, replaying the earlier moments in which she rode it. She wondered... could it be that her body was instinctively telling her that this was the one?

The faster she pleasured herself, the more intense a magnetism she felt from it. "Oh god, David..." she whimpered. "I think I just had your big cock inside me..."

Sydney felt a sudden wave of pleasure welling up inside her. She widened her stance and gasped as the whipping motion of her hand became more frantic. She stopped abruptly, opening her mouth as if for a silent scream.

Her hips jerked violently and she frantically resumed rubbing her clit. "Oh fuck, fuck!" she finally exclaimed as she began gushing and squirting, relentlessly overtaken by wild spasms. She bent suddenly in half, gasping for air and struggling to maintain composure as she felt her body release the fire that had built so quickly inside her.

When these powerful sensations subsided, she stumbled backward and found her way to the chair, collapsing into it. She sat there, first gazing at the glistening coating on her messy fingers and then directing her attention to silently offer David #4 a hard, curious stare. Finally, Sydney cleaned up, got dressed, and hurried home, reeling from the experience during the commute that followed and then on late into the evening.

***

Sydney had an epiphany.

It didn't come to her right away. She had spent days dwelling on what she had done in private at the studio, her secret tryst with an inanimate object in the hopes of determining the true identity of its source. Sydney couldn't help but want to find some way to engage the powerful erotic nature of the situation which she was becoming obsessed with.

The fact was, a sexual channel had opened between her and David for the first time in their lives. An object stood between them as the conduit. However, it was a pleasure that Sydney alone could enjoy, being the sole beneficiary of what she believed to be the very likeness of his physical masculinity.

But what could she do to draw David into the exchange? And how could it proceed with the same safe level of anonymity that she found herself hiding behind at that moment?

The answer seemed obvious when it finally dawned on her. Sydney realized she had to learn how to cast a human vulva. She needed to develop a masturbation aid for men, modeled after a real woman's body, and she had to do it without telling Jacinta.

All week long Sydney stayed late after work, sometimes leaving and coming back after Jacinta had left so as to not make her suspicious. She practiced on herself late into the evening, squatting pantiless over a white plastic bucket, smearing a thick paste across her own pussy and allowing it to set until she managed to get the process right.

Sydney worked anxiously, fearing that one day Jacinta would return unexpectedly having left something behind, only to find her in an uncompromising position, picking at her sticky labia, or wincing as the mold tugged at her pubic hair during removal. Her fears were never actualized and, instead, Sydney soon found herself carefully destroying the evidence of repeated failures before a new style of sex toy emerged. She had successfully created her first soft, flexible tube with the mold of a real woman's pussy as the mouth at one end.

As a prototype, she designed it to fit David #4's cock perfectly, working to produce just the right amount of snugness and resistance when the lubricated object was inserted inside. The opening at the other end allowed for it to be easily washed by running water through and wiping it clean. She even managed to work out a means of two-color fabrication, allowing her to use a pinkish coloration for the inner labia and entrance to the vagina while deploying flesh tones elsewhere.

Although a mild concern lingered in the back of her mind, having no easy way to ask a man to test it for her, she forged ahead with a similar approach to packaging as she was used to producing for the dildos. The "Copycat" as she called it, was the "purrfect pussy for a man to enjoy the sensation of a real vagina," enhanced by the knowledge that it was developed from a real woman who's identity was described on the information card it came with.

Sydney's first Copycat was named "Sarah." Using her real name would give everything away, especially because hers was not common. She included several fun facts about the supposed model, which were all interests she shared with David as a means to prompt him to think of her while using it. She modified the information slightly, tailoring it for men, such as including her bra cup size.

Lastly, she needed a reason to send it to David, so Sydney included a letter in the box. It read:

"David- Please accept our sincere apologies! During the handling of your order, we discovered that you were charged twice for your purchase. Upon discovering this, we immediately refunded the erroneous charge. To set things right, we hope you enjoy this prototype of our latest product, the Copycat. Cast from a real woman's body, we think you'll find that this pussy will be the purrfect companion to act out all your secret desires with. We hope that you enjoy both our products and visit us again soon!"

"There, it's done," she said, walking back to the studio, having sent it off to his apartment. In a brief moment of panic, she realized that she would normally not have the customer's home address, due to their privacy policy of calling for in-store pickup, but she sucked it up and accepted that what was done was done. Sydney wandered down the street, contemplating what she had done, trying to come to terms with the fact that she'd just sent her crush a mold of her own private parts. Before long, she knew that he would be masturbating with it, with her; that both of them will have come to know each other's body so intimately, even if he did not realize it.

Would he think of her, she wondered, through the veil of her alter-ego, Sarah? Would the hints she provided through the description of the real-life female model cause him to fantasize about his best friend as he used the object she crafted to simulate the act of their passionate lovemaking?

She tried to imagine what it would be like for him. If only she could be a fly on his wall, watching him stroking himself, pumping his hard cock through the tight, wet tube, moaning with pleasure and calling out her real name, "Sydney!" She wanted to be there for the moment he climaxed, ejaculating into the device that she carefully and lovingly crafted to envelop his body so perfectly.

Sydney wanted to see that look written across on his face. She wanted to see his crisis. She wanted to see what she should have seen so long ago as the two of them fit together perfectly, beautifully, long into the evening while the nervous excitement of prom night faded into history, carrying with it their youthful innocence.

***

Two weeks passed. If the experiment had been a success, Sydney began to feel resigned to the idea that she'd never know. After all, there was nothing to necessarily prompt David to reply to the letter and prototype at all. Worse, for all she knew, she'd only given David and Lauren another toy for them to enjoy together. She cringed at the thought of her using it on him, helping him fuck her own pussy, without her even being there.

The best thing Sydney could do to banish these thoughts from her head was to engage in a little downtime with David #4, which she left permanently mounted by the side of the studio. Sometimes, when Jacinta was out to lunch, Sydney would quickly slide down her pants and panties and rush to sit on his cock. After a morning of working with men's bodies so intimately, an act that she'd become increasingly bold and confident about, she often found that a quick ride on her prized handy-work was just the thing that her body was screaming for.

One afternoon she did just that. With her back to the windows, Sydney found herself bouncing briskly up and down on the beautiful object, listening to the soft slap of her own buttocks against the counter she had mounted him on. She rode him smoothly, having by now memorized the exact feeling of his cock. It was unmistakable. Distinct from all the other models she tested.

Sydney heard a jingle coming from the front of the store and realized that Jacinta had returned early. She scrambled to tug her clothes back up as quickly as possible, with one smooth motion. Fumbling with panic, she frantically tried to fasten the button on her pants.

Jacinta walked in with a couple cartons of Chinese food. She stopped short. Sydney quickly recovered, throwing her arms down by her side, having just finished wrestling the button into place. For a moment they stared at each other, stony-faced and silent.

"Were you just..." Jacinta said, pointing at the dildo nearby with her eyes widening.

"N-no... I..."

"You WERE, weren't you!" Jacinta exclaimed, her face suddenly lighting up.

"Um..."

"I KNEW it! You fucking ride that thing when I'm gone!" Jacinta laughed. She quickly placed the food on a table and raced toward the dildo. Sydney laughed and attempted to block Jacinta but she got close enough to see the shaft of the dildo still glistening from Sydney's body, having not had time to clean it before she returned.

Jacinta peeked around Sydney's arm, her face awash with amusement. "Oh man, I can even fucking smell you. That must have been hoooottt..."

Sydney turned red-faced from embarrassment. "Okay, okay... Fine!"

Jacinta stepped back and observed Sydney with satisfaction, then made a "tsk tsk" sound and waved her finger back and forth.

"Fine, I said! You caught me..." Sydney laughed.

"All right..." Jacinta said with a whistle, wandering back to the table. "Shall I leave you two alone then? I can eat up front today."

Sydney groaned. "No... it's fine." She joined Jacinta at the table, who was struggling to swallow a mouthful of beef lo mein on account of her grin. "You're never gonna let me live this one down, are you?"

"Nope," replied Jacinta without missing a beat. She plucked a floret of broccoli from her carton and popped it into her mouth with visible glee.

***

Late that afternoon, Sydney took a stretch and rose from her chair. She glanced around her workspace as she did every day, taking stock of what needed to be cleaned up before heading home for the evening.

Jacinta popped her head into the studio. "Hey there."

"Hey, Jacinta. Are we all set for the day?"

"Almost. Do you have a minute to just talk to a customer before we close?"

"Talk? Sure. What's up?" Sydney asked, curious as to what it was about. She began to walk toward the door to reception.

"I'm not really sure!" replied Jacinta. "Are we, like, casting pussies now too?"

"Huh? Why?" After a long day of work, it took Sydney a moment to snap out of the fog she was in. She followed after Jacinta, not quite processing what this was all about until it was too late.

"He claims you sent him a female model. He wants to buy a second one for a friend or something," Jacinta was saying. "By the way, he's Gary-level cuuuuute. I might need you to make me a 'David' soon."

Everything Jacinta was saying suddenly snapped into focus but she had already begun to step through the door. The moment she heard the D-word, her heart skipped a beat and she froze. She looked up and there was David, standing there like a bomb had just gone off.

Their eyes met.

"David, this is Sydney. She's the owner and the artist that does all the modeling. You can speak with her," Jacinta said politely. She saw David staring at Sydney and immediately picked up on the awkwardness between them. Jacinta glanced back at Sydney, her eyebrows screwing into an expression of confusion and intrigue.

David's jaw was quivering. "Uh..." was all he could muster.

Sydney could feel herself trembling. A hot flash exploded across her body. She felt her armpits sweating.

"Um... Thanks, Jacinta," Sydney scrambled to say, not wishing to trigger any suspicion in her assistant's mind. "That's fine. You can go. I'll finish here and lock up."

Jacinta gave Sydney a surprised look, taken aback by the abruptness of her dismissal. Sydney stood there as if waiting for Jacinta to leave. "Oh, okay. I'll see you tomorrow then!" Jacinta replied before quickly grabbing her things and hurrying out.

A few moments of deeply uncomfortable silence ensued as Sydney and David stared at one another in disbelief. A fear began to gnaw at her. Would he be upset? After all, she had basically lied to him at Martin's, feigning ignorance about the business which she in fact owned. Or, would he understand why she did that? She wanted to believe their bond was too strong to be broken by this snafu.

"S-so you... you're the one that... does the work back there? When I came and..." David began to stammer, still trying to confirm the shocking revelations.

"Yeah..." Sydney said, frantic with worry. "But... like... don't worry about it. I don't even know who I'm working on. Here- do you want to see the studio?" She was anxious to command his attention and act like nothing was unusual at all.