Pleasure Doll

Thank you to blackrandl1958 for creating this event. When I heard about the theme, I just about cried because I love the genre very much. So much, in fact, that I had to write two stories. Thank you to Pixel the Cat for editing, Bebop3 for the excellent feedback and D for the help and support.

*****

Lola had platinum blonde hair that rested just below her breasts and crystal blue eyes that appeared to follow me when I moved through the room. There was a glint in their expression that made her seem omniscient. Her lips were parted and painted a vivid red. The dress she wore was white and far too short, exposing a generous portion of her luscious thighs, and her skin was perfect and surprisingly soft-looking. She looked... well, exactly as she should, I guessed.

"What the hell am I going to do with that?" I asked Mark, still stunned.

Mark snorted. "What do you think, moron?"

I knew from the moment I unwrapped her what she was for, but I couldn't believe Mark thought I was desperate enough to fuck a mound of plastic. There was something intrinsically perverted about the whole concept. "No way. That's sick."

He handed me a pamphlet that contained all sorts of filthy directions for how to get the most out of my new "pleasure doll". I was beyond horrified.

"Take it back, Mark. Seriously. It's all Tina needs to see."

Mark sat on the sofa next to the doll and made a show of grabbing her leg. "Dude, it's fine. You were whining like crazy the last time I saw you that you guys haven't had sex in three months. That's unacceptable. You deserve an early Christmas present."

"I'm not fucking a doll."

My friend shrugged and swept his gaze over her admittedly attractive form. "I would, for sure. A buddy of mine has one and it's all he talks about." Mark patted her cheek and grinned at me. "You can do anything you want to her and she doesn't give you any shit for it. It's brilliant. You don't need to ask for permission or wait for her to be in the mood."

As much as the whole thing skeeved me out, there was something appealing about that. Tina and I had been together for five years and everything was boring and predictable. Sex was something I needed frequently; I was ready to explode. I told myself that's the only reason why "Lola" the doll looked so good at that moment.

"You sound like you work for them. That could have been a nice commercial."

He laughed and got up, casting one last lustful look at Lola. "I don't know, man. She's hot. What difference does it make if she has a pulse or not?" He put his hand on my shoulder. "Think about it, okay? Keep her for a few days. If you're not wowed, I'll send her back."

"You can return them? Seems kind of nasty to me. Who would want a used one?"

"I'm assured this one is brand new and that returns are washed thoroughly." Mark grabbed his coat. "Call me in a couple days." His lips stretched wickedly across his face. "Let me know what it's like."

"Yeah, yeah, bye. Talk to you later."

He left Lola and me alone in my apartment with fading laughter. Prick. This was so like him. That's why I hated confiding in him, but he had been my oldest friend and he was the only one I had who wasn't completely in love with Tina. All of my other friends thought I was being a selfish asshole when I said things weren't working out. Mark listened.

I stared down at the doll's slightly spread legs and shook my head. Sometimes he listened a little too well.

I was freaked out by how she seemed to be staring me down, almost daring me to touch her. I rushed to get my coat and tossed it over her head, messing up her perfect hair. Still, my eyes were drawn to the sensual body.

My cell rang, startling me from my gawking. I ran to it and checked the screen: Tina.

"You're late!" she yelled, nearly deafening me. "You were supposed to meet me at the tree lighting twenty minutes ago."

"Shit."

She sighed. "You forgot. I knew you were going to forget."

"I didn't forget, I'm just running late," I lied, looking for my shoes. "Listen, I'll be there in ten."

"No, not if you're still at your apartment. You know what the traffic is like now. You're not getting here for another thirty, at least."

"I'll be there in ten," I repeated, hanging up. I would pay for that later but it was better than hearing her say the same thing over and over while I tried to get ready.

Once I was dressed, I looked Lola over and wondered what the hell to do with her. Tina might want to come over and she would seriously have a heart attack if she spotted a sex doll on my sofa. I took her and unceremoniously threw her into my closet, hoping that Tina wouldn't poke her head in there.

I headed off to Rockefeller Center, trying to forget about the lifelike quality of Lola's plush skin.

*****

Thirty-five minutes later, I arrived just as the festivities started dying down. Tina was going to be pissed, and if I had thought that maybe a romantic night would put her in the mood, I'd royally fucked that up.

I found her a little while later after exchanging a few terse messages back and forth. She stood with her sister, Caroline, with a pinched look on her face that had nothing to do with the cold. Caroline, on the other hand, looked pleased. She hated me and I knew she was counting down the days until Tina broke up with me.

"Hey," I started gently, "sorry I'm late. You were right; traffic was gruesome. Mark stopped by before I left and I just lost track of the time. I really am sorry."

Tina softened a little. "Mark stopped by? For what?"

"Probably with a gaggle of Christmas strippers," Caroline snapped. She wasn't a fan of Mark ever since he asked her husband how he put up with her at a party we'd hosted. "Anyway, we've been freezing our asses off. Let's just go to dinner."

Tina bumped her arm into Caroline's with a warning look. She looked back at me with warm brown eyes and forced a smile onto her face. "Mark doing okay?"

"He's fine. Caroline's right, let's go to dinner. I made reservations."

Dinner basically consisted of Tina and Caroline talking about the different performers that had been at the lighting, what they wore, and if they liked them or not. I zoned out, wondering if my drought was going to finally be broken once we got back to my apartment. Although she should have been furious with me about being late, Tina kept glancing at me with little flirty smiles that sent my pulse racing. I watched her laugh with Caroline and I couldn't help but compare her with the manmade woman I had back at home.

Tina's hair was dark brown and just touched her shoulders. It bounced with every movement she made, which was a major turn-on for me. Her cheeks had a natural flush that didn't need makeup, and her lips shimmered with dark pink lipstick. My eyes lowered to her nearly perfect breasts that pushed fetchingly against her sweater. She was beautiful, inside and out, and I knew I was lucky to have her. Everyone knew how fortunate I was and loved to remind me of it. I didn't want to end things with her, but something had to give. My frustration had morphed into a sentient being. I needed a body underneath me.

"Rob, are you even listening to me?"

I turned to look at Caroline. "Sorry. I wasn't paying attention."

"I asked how work was going."

I smiled with feeling for the first time that night. "Great, actually. I just took on a new client this morning." I was a divorce attorney and I loved my job. I was admittedly a bit of a workaholic, but nothing gave me as much satisfaction as getting a killer deal for one of my clients. It was like figuring out a giant puzzle and I found immense satisfaction whenever that last piece clicked.

Tina gave me a high-five from across the table. "Awesome. Any interesting details yet?"

Tina was a professional organizer. She essentially helped people get their shit together. She got my love for the job, which was one of the reasons I stayed in the relationship.

"I'll keep you posted." I turned to Caroline and took a deep breath. "How's work going for you?"

Caroline was a nurse. She usually had a sad or inspirational tale to tell. Judging by the way her eyes lit up, I was guessing tonight's would be inspirational. She launched into a grand story, paying most of her attention to Tina.

I gave myself permission to fade out and fantasize again. This time, thoughts of platinum blonde hair and sinfully red lips haunted me. I was surprised to find myself attracted to these qualities, deliberately not letting myself dwell on just who—or what—those qualities belonged to.

Alarmed and a touch disgusted, I focused on Caroline's words and drove out thoughts of the doll.

*****

Dinner ended without any incident. Caroline gave Tina a hug and me a perfunctory kiss on the cheek before disappearing in a crowd of people.

"Your sister really hates me," I said.

"She doesn't hate you. If she hated you, she wouldn't bother giving you a hard time." Tina wrapped her scarf tighter around her neck. Her nose was an adorable pink. I took her hand and squeezed.

"Let's get a cab back," I suggested.

Tina smiled and leaned over to give me a teasing kiss. "I can't come over tonight."

I groaned against her mouth. "Why not?"

She pulled back, leaving me aching. "I have an early morning. I have to go to Westchester and meet with a client."

I ran a hand through her hair and tugged lightly on the end. "I'll get you up."

"Mmhm, but all of my stuff for tomorrow is at my apartment."

"I could come over your place."

Tina kissed me again. "I'd love that, but I really do have a lot of stuff to prepare. This is a giant deal for me. If it goes well with her, she's going to refer me to a lot of high-profile people." Her expression turned remorseful. "Please don't be angry with me. You know this is all I've wanted for the longest time."

I sighed but nodded. "I know. It's okay."

"I'll make it up to you on Friday. I'll come over and we won't leave your place all weekend." She rubbed my chest. "I promise, okay?"

"Deal." I bent my lips to hers and fought the urge to drag her back with me.

Then I hailed her a cab and gave her one last warm hug before heading back to my place.

*****

Lights from the city drifted through the curtains, casting a hushed glow onto everything in my apartment. I hadn't turned a lamp on yet. I stood in the center of the room and listened to the faint sound of cars and people from below. Something about that relaxed me. At least, it usually did. I was edgy this particular night for a slew of reasons, most importantly due to the fact that an attractive but nonliving creature was in my closet.

Mark's words came back to me: I could do anything to it that I wanted. She would take it with that crafted smile on her face. Was it really all that different from masturbating? Myriad possibilities flooded my imagination and overwhelmed me.

Icy rain began to slap against my windows, tugging me from my sordid thoughts. I looked out the window and saw people scurry for cover. It was supposed to rain all night. It seemed fitting.

I pulled a beer from my fridge and opened the closet door. I only peered in; I didn't turn on the light. The smell of perfumed plastic greeted me. I stared at the dark clump that faintly resembled a body in the shadows and tried to talk myself out of what I really wanted to do. I wanted to yank Lola out and do things I'd never done to another person, knowing she would have to let me. It was a heady sensation.

My hand reached out and touched skin. It felt like skin, anyway. I kept wondering if it was better or worse that she so closely resembled a human being. I also wondered if it was better if I thought of her in terms of "it" and "doll" rather than "she" and "Lola".

I opened a second beer and continued to just stand there. The second beer managed to convince me I was overthinking it. My hand wrapped around hers and I took her out of the closet. Carefully, I placed her onto the sofa and sat next to her. I couldn't help but stare at those ideal breasts. They reminded me of a high school girlfriend's, and I smiled at the memory. Lola's were far better, though. Had the makers created nipples? I had to know. I slowly pulled the dress from her body and peeked. I couldn't make nipples out in the darkness, so I reached over and turned on the lamp. Her face was turned forward, but I couldn't shake the feeling she was somehow aware of my touch. Instead of it being creepy, it excited me. I decided I liked that she was so humanlike. I pulled on the fabric again and my mouth watered at the sight; not only had the creators made her nipples a delicious pink, but they were hard and obscenely real. I had to touch.

My eyes flicked up to Lola's face, but she continued to stare straight toward my kitchen. My hand lifted to her breast and I just went for it. Her breast was shockingly warm in my hand, and her hard nipple pressed invitingly against my palm. I reflexively squeezed and grinned when I found that it was very much like holding a woman's breast. In fact, it might have been better. She was absolutely flawless.

God, the things I thought of doing to her should have disturbed me, but I was lost to lust. I could have sworn her chest rose and that a faint whisper seemed to say....

The freezing rain fell in punishing waves against the windows, bringing me back to awareness. I looked down in shock at where my hand was. I yanked it away and looked at Lola's face. She hadn't moved.

"Jesus Christ," I said into the hushed and vacant apartment.

Unsettled, I put her back into the closet and vowed to have Mark come back and get her the next day.

***** 
 Her mouth was on my chest. Warm lips and wet tongue trailed down and over my stomach. My hands went to her hair, pulling lightly. The pleasure was so outrageous I couldn't even open my eyes to look at her.

"Mmm," I sighed. It had been so long. Too long. My cock was already hard and tingles coursed through my entire body. I needed to be inside her and soon. Her barely-there kisses were nearly enough to make me come.

She whispered in an almost unfamiliar voice. "Beg me." Her lips tickled the skin by my hip.

"Please, baby."

Her mouth descended onto my cock and I gasped. One of my hands pulled too hard on her hair, but she didn't complain. My other hand grasped at the sheets desperately as if it would stop me from coming too fast. She hummed around my flesh and slowly worked her way on and off of me. Whenever she reached the head, she tongued it in a generous circle. This was unusual for Tina, whose blowjobs were amazing but predictable.

She touched my balls and played with them with her naughty fingers. I felt my arousal sharpen and knew my orgasm was coming. I opened my mouth to warn her but only a throaty moan spilled out. My eyes popped open as I looked down at her shadowed bobbing head.

Headlights shone through the window behind the bed, illuminating the sight. My heart stopped when I saw the top of a blonde head and eyes the color of the sky. I bucked against her, suddenly terrified, but my cock had different ideas. It somehow became more swollen in her mouth and jerked against her tongue. There was a flash of satisfaction in her eyes, and then the headlights disappeared, leaving us in near blackness.

"Tina," I said nervously, my voice shaky because of fear and because her speed intensified. "Tina?"

She pulled her mouth off of me. Her wet lips brushed my cock as she whispered, "You know my name."

Then she sank back onto me. My entire body jolted at the sensation and I started coming. It was unreal, but it was the most electrifying, biblical, indescribable, outstanding orgasm of my life. Almost painful pleasure flooded my body until I was a shaking, muttering mess.

An overwhelming desire to rest came over me. I wanted to know if I was dreaming, or if I had just been mistaken in my lust-filled moments, but my eyes closed and I obediently sank into the deepest sleep I ever experienced.

*****

I woke with a tremendous hard-on. I remembered the night before instantly. My hand went out to grab Tina, but she wasn't there.

Could I possibly have just dreamt it? No. My cock still felt wet, somehow, and though I was turned on, there was less pressure to relieve myself than I'd been experiencing lately. It wasn't a dream; I had emptied myself the night before into Tina's mouth. Definitely Tina. It wasn't like her to sneak in and out, but she did have to get to that client meeting.

I thought of the blonde hair and blue eyes I had seen, but I told myself that part was fanciful imagining, bound to happen after all my dirty thoughts. The person who sucked me off the night before was Tina, no doubt about it.

I thought only about my appointments that day as I showered, freaked out but not willing to admit it yet. My clothes somehow found their way onto my body, and I went out to the kitchen to make some coffee. As I poured myself a cup, I looked up and a strangled shout escaped.

Lola was on the sofa. Naked.

Frantically, I thought back to the night before. I only had two beers when I got home, not enough to forget that I had specifically placed her back in the closet. I had no intentions of messing with her further and I certainly hadn't taken her clothes completely off. I even had made a mental note to call Mark and get him to take her back. I looked around for her dress but it had vanished, as had her panties, if she'd been wearing any. There was something especially profane about her sitting there, nude and smiling in the wan sunlight that poured in from the windows. Like a robot, I went into my bedroom and found one of Tina's nighties that she left in a drawer for when she slept over. It was blue, like Lola's eyes.

When I went back out into the living room, I half-expected her to be gone, but she sat perfectly still on my sofa, looking as if she were waiting for me.

I put the nightie on, ignoring the way her skin felt against my own. I picked up my cell and called Mark.

"What's up?" he answered.

"You've gotta come back here and get this doll."

"Whoa, whoa. I thought we agreed on a couple of days."

I looked her over and tried to ignore the vague impression that she was listening. "It's freaking me out."

Mark sighed. "You really need to live a little, dude. It's not like you're cheating on Tina or anything."

"Please come pick her up," I said, trying to sound firm and not pathetic.

He sighed again and agreed to come by after work. "Just make sure she is exactly as she was when we opened her."

I struggled swallowing. "Okay. There's just, um, one problem."

"What's that?"

I shut my eyes and pinched my nose before taking a deep breath. This was going to sound bad. "I, um, don't know where her clothes are."

There was a brief silence on the other side. Then Mark let out a low whistle. "So, you did sample the goods."

"No. No, I didn't. I swear. I have no idea what happened."

"Uh-huh." Mark burst out laughing. "Look, no judgment."

My embarrassment shifted into anger. "No, really. Listen to me. I didn't do anything."

"Right. So I guess she just took off her own dress, is that what you're saying? The doll is good but not that good. As far as I know, she wasn't built to do that."

Fuck, but Mark was right. What had happened to her dress? Then a dark, cold thought came to mind. "Tina."

"What?"

"Tina must have found her. She was here last night."

"Oh, fuck, man."

I rubbed my face and let out a stream of curses. "That's why she left without saying goodbye."

"You better call her and explain."

"Yeah, thanks, Mark," I said sarcastically, hanging up on him. I called Tina's number immediately and debated whether or not I wanted her to pick up.

Too soon, her perky voice answered. "Hey, babe!"

"Uh, hi. Hi, sweetie."