Clair was in the storage closet… again.
She could hear people in the studio, just a few feet away, through the door. If they only came in and saw her they might save her.
But then again, if she just called out for help, they’d certainly come into the closet.
Neither was going to happen though, she remained perfectly still and silent, they continued their happy conversation with John.
So she waited… waited for them to finish and leave… waited for John to open the storage closet and take her out, putting her on display in the studio. Or perhaps, if she was lucky, use her in another photoshoot.
A shiver ran through her, she knew that was the wrong way to think of it. It wasn’t lucky to be maneuvered around and posed like a dress makers dummy, it was horrible.
The problem was, it wasn’t as horrible as just standing there doing nothing for hours, or days, on end. It was at least something. A touch, a feel, some attention, some action.
Another shiver ran through her, the action was always one… or more, of her holes being used. The photoshoots were definitely not safe for work.
The voices started to grow quieter, as people obviously left, until there were only two remaining. John and someone else. She couldn’t make out what they were saying, but eventually they started to move away, and finally she heard the front door open and close, then the lights being shut off and the locks being set.
Panic welled up inside of her as the silence filled the studio… John had left her in the storage closet!
He’d never left her here overnight… would he remember her being here in the morning?
Then, suddenly, her eyes went wide and she gasped, only to close her eyes and her head fell to her chest.
ClairBot stood up at attention, raised her head, and opened her eyes. Silently she stepped forward and opened the door, starting her nightly maintenance routine.
ClairBot quickly striped off her latex covering, went to the bathroom and showered, cleaned herself up, before starting to clean the studio as well. A few hours later, after eating the prepared meal that John had left in the fridge, she put her latex covering on once more and then laid down on the couch.
The alarm would alert her in eight hours to return to the closet, until then, it was time to recharge.
ClairBot closed her eyes and allowed her charging cycle to commence.
Clair opened her eyes with a start, looking at the closed door for storage closet once more.
She didn’t understand how she did that… falling asleep while standing up, and yet it happened every night.
She could just see sun light starting to come in under the door way and was relieved when she heard the front door open once more as John arrived at work.
She was even more relieved when John opened the storage closet door, until she saw the massive dildo he was holding.
“One of you patreon’s wants to see this stuffed all the way into your pussy… what do you think… will it fit?” he said with a chuckle, knowing full well she wouldn’t reply.
He tossed the dildo across the room to the bed that was a permanent fixture in the studio, then stepped into the closet and picked her up.
She almost orgasmed from his touch, and her mind exploded in fireworks as he took her over to the bed and proceeded to see just how far her could get the dildo inside of her.
