“How ya feeling girls?” I asked as I sat in the limo across from the two buxom, plastic twin sisters.
“Horny…”
“Yea, like, horny…”
They both replied in a half dazed kind of way that meant that the glasses were still working to lay down tonights programming into their minds. Which was fine, we were still at least half an hour away from our destination, lots of time for them to finish accepting tonights commands.
I pulled out my phone and held it up to take a photo, “Give me a pose girls…” I said and they leaned even closer together and stuck their tongues out as they rested their heads against each other.
I tapped away on the phone’s keyboard and sent the photo off to tonights appointment, a record executive that had seen them perform a year or so ago when they were still signing gospel music, before I signed them to my label. They didn’t do much gospel singing any more, but they were still under contract to me and I knew how to make the most of their “talents”.
When I’d signed them, they were wide eyed and naive enough to trust me and I’d quickly played on that trust, they’d accepted the “AR” glasses as part of one of their recording sessions and fallen under the technologies control pretty quickly. It didn’t take long to put all kinds of new ideas into their heads with them, and soon enough they were singing a much different kind of music, the kinda that they shook their booties and boobs too.
The last six months had been a whirlwind of exposure as they performed raunchy live shows, and seemed to have cosmetic procedures done every few weeks. Which was exactly what was happening of course, the programming had pretty much implanted a whole new body image into their minds that they were desperate to match.
A gasp from the girls brought my attention back to them and I watched their eyes roll back into their heads and their body shivers as the programming completed and they both experienced a small orgasm. I shuffuled forward a bit and gently removed the glasses from each of the girls, placing them in their cases and setting them to the side.
As they came down from their post programming high they both pouted and looked at the cases beside me.
“Don’t worry girls, you’ll get them back later tonight, once your meeting is over.” I reassured them and they smiled a little and nodded.
“Now then, when you meet Mr. Stevenson, what are you going to do?”
“We’re gonna let him play with our boobies…”
“…and butts!”
“Then we’re gonna suck him…”
“…and fuck him!”
“We’re gonna tell him how we do *everything* together…”
“…how we loved to be fucked together…”
“…how we love to be used together…”
“…how we love to be fake, plastic, fuckdolls together!”
I watched them both shiver in pleasure as they said the last part as one.
“Very good girls, and don’t forget he will want to hear you sign, so make sure to sing at the top of your lungs any time he sticks his dick in you. Got it?”
“Yes Sir!” they both said and nodded.
I smiled and leaned back, Stevenson was the next step on the girls rung, he’d give them access to a global market that I couldn’t, and that would keep the girls busy for another year or two. At least until their novelty wore off and the public moved on to something else.
Fortunately, in this day and age, that didn’t mean the end of their careers, it just meant a change of careers. With even a small percentage of their current fans following them over to FansOnly, they’d continue to make me a mint for a decade after they were out of the public eye.
