The smile on her face was, surprisingly, genuine.
This was one of the few moments about her new life that she honestly enjoyed… the look on the man’s face, the slack jaw, she could almost imagine drool come from his mouth.
Pretty much everything else about the evening would be fake of course; her happy laughter at whatever passed for jokes he would tell, her compliments about how handsome he was, her moans of passion later on in the hotel room, and certainly her screams of ecstasy when she “came” for him.
But at least for the moment she could imagine she was in control of things, that he would bend to her will, just like when she had been in control of her own life.
Now she had no control of her life; her “dates” were scheduled for her, her workout routine defined by though a faceless e-mail, her visits to the salon preplanned and preapprove by someone else, even her visits to the gaggle of doctors that kept her pumped full of silicon and whatever else was needed to maintain her sex doll appearance.
It was all just business, and she was reluctant to admit it, but it was good business at that.
She’d caught sight of her billing sheet once, from one of her dates, $1000 an hour for her company, an extra $1000 one sex act with one part of her body or $2500 extra for access to any part of her, and $10k for an overnight.
Her date tonight had booked her for four hours and full access, $6,500 in total for the company, and she was booked all week long at least.
Sure they had expenses as well, but she pulled in a good $50k a week for them and she knew there were at least a dozen other girls in the same boat as she was. And that was just in this city… she could only image they had similar setups all over the world.
The man finally got himself together and his dumbfounded looked passed, replaced with pure hunger as he tapped the seat beside him. She let out another giggle and shimmied over, snuggling up against him as her genuine smile vanished, replaced with the fake, preprogrammed one that she wore most of the time.
The programming that the company had implanted in her head kicked in and she leaned in and slipped her hand between his legs, taking hold of his manhood as she whispered in his ear.
“Baby, I’m so happy to see you… moan… I can’t wait to find out what you’re gonna fuck first… my big fake titties? My dirty little mouth? My tight little cunny? Or… or… god… my fucking hot little ass?”
The man didn’t say a word, but instead grabbed her hand and nearly dragged her towards the elevator.
A genuine smile crossed her lips for just an instant as the possibility of a quick night crossed her mind, she could only hope she would be so lucky.
