Chapter 15: Chapter 15
The next afternoon Ellen met Heidi at the downtown office of "China Dolls", Victor's escort service.
As she stepped inside, she was greeted by a plush, dimly lit room filled with velvet couches and ornate mirrors. It was nothing like she had imagined, but it did little to ease the knot of dread in her stomach. Heidi, a tall, blonde woman with sharp eyes and an even sharper smile, rose from her seat to greet her. "Ellen, welcome," she said, extending a perfectly manicured hand. "I'm Heidi, I'll be managing your... career here at China Dolls." Ellen hesitated before taking Heidi's hand, her own clammy and trembling. "Career," she echoed, the word leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. Heidi's smile faltered for a moment, her eyes narrowing as she took in Ellen's unease. "You're having second thoughts, aren't you?" she asked, her voice suddenly cold. Ellen bit her lip, unable to meet Heidi's gaze. "I..." she started, before trailing off, unsure of what to say. Heidi's expression softened, and she gestured for Ellen to take a seat on the couch beside her. "Listen, Ellen," she said, her voice gentle yet firm. "I know this isn't what you expected, or even wanted. But let me tell you, it's the best fate you could hope for in your situation." Ellen's eyes widened in surprise, and she leaned back against the plush cushions, her arms crossed over her chest. "How can you say that?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm going to be... prostituting myself." Heidi let out a sharp laugh, her eyes rolling heavenward. "Oh, please," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "Don't be so dramatic. It's not like that at all. Victor's clients aren't some sleazy Johns looking for a quick fuck.
They're powerful, wealthy men who appreciate beauty and companionship. They're paying for an experience, not just sex. And you, Ellen, will be providing that experience. You should consider yourself lucky. You could have ended up being sold to a rich man, or worse, having to serve as a doll slave at Victor's club. You should be grateful that you were sent here instead." Ellen's eyes widened in shock, her heart pounding in her chest. "Sold? To a rich man?" Heidi nodded, her expression sobering. "Yes, Ellen. That's what happens to most of the women who come to Victor for his... treatments. They can't afford the monthly payments, so they're sold to the highest bidder.
It's not a pleasant fate, Ellen. But you, you're different. You have a choice. So, what's it going to be, Ellen? Are you going to embrace your new life as an escort, or are you going to let fear and shame dictate your future?" Ellen took a deep breath, her mind racing. She thought of the woman in the mirror, the one with the smooth skin and sparkling eyes. She thought of the feeling of being alive, of being human. She made her decision. "I accept my fate, Heidi," she said, her voice steady and resolute. "I'll be an escort." Heidi's face broke into a wide, satisfied smile. "Excellent," she said, clapping her hands together. "I'm glad you've seen reason. Now, let's get you started.
Come with me," Heidi said, rising from the couch and leading Ellen down a long hallway lined with plush carpet. They stopped in front of a heavy wooden door, which Heidi pushed open to reveal a large, well-lit changing room. "Wow," Ellen breathed, her eyes widening as she took in the sight before her. The room was filled with racks upon racks of designer clothes, shoes, and accessories. "This is... incredible," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Heidi smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "This is your new wardrobe, Ellen," she said, sweeping her arm across the room. "Every girl needs a few outfits to choose from when she's entertaining clients." Ellen's cheeks flushed at the reminder of what she would be doing, but she pushed the thought aside, allowing herself to be drawn into the sea of silk and satin.
Heidi, seeming to anticipate her every thought, pulled out a stunning evening gown from one of the racks. It was a deep emerald green, made of shimmering satin, with a plunging neckline and a low-cut back. The skirt was long and flowing, but the slit up the side was high, revealing a generous amount of thigh. "This one," Heidi declared, holding it up against Ellen. "It's perfect for your first date tonight." Ellen's eyes widened in surprise. "Tonight?" she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, tonight," Heidi replied, her voice matter-of-fact. "Your first client is a very important man, and he's requested your company for dinner at his penthouse. You'll need to look the part." Ellen's heart pounded in her chest as she took the dress from Heidi, her fingers tracing the delicate fabric.
"I've never worn anything so... revealing," she admitted, her cheeks flushing pink. Heidi smiled, her eyes softening. "Don't worry, Ellen," she said, placing a comforting hand on Ellen's shoulder. "You look stunning, and you're going to knock him dead. Now, come on, we don't want to keep your client waiting." Ellen nodded, taking a deep breath before stepping into the dress. It fit like a glove, hugging her curves in all the right places. She slipped on the matching heels, her confidence growing with each step. Heidi led her out of the changing room and down a different hallway, this one leading to a private elevator. They stepped inside, and Heidi pressed the button for the ground floor. As the elevator descended, Ellen's stomach churned with nerves. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. The doors dinged open, revealing a parking garage.
A sleek, black limousine was parked in front of the elevator, its engine purring softly. A uniformed driver stood beside the open back door, his hat tipped respectfully. Heidi turned to Ellen, a satisfied smile on her face. "Your chariot awaits, Cinderella," she said, gesturing towards the limo. Ellen swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She took a deep breath and stepped into the limo, Heidi following close behind. The interior was plush and inviting, with soft leather seats and a fully stocked bar. Ellen sank into the seat, her eyes wide with wonder. Heidi, watching her with amusement, poured them both a glass of champagne. "Here's to your first night as an escort, Ellen," she said, raising her glass in a toast. Ellen clinked glasses with Heidi, her stomach churning with nerves. She took a sip of the champagne, the bubbles tickling her nose.
Suddenly, Heidi put her glass down and turned to Ellen, her eyes gleaming with a new intensity. "You know, Ellen," she began, her voice low and commanding, "there's something I need to see before we reach your client's penthouse." Ellen's heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening in confusion. "What do you mean?" Heidi's smile was slow and predatory. "I need to see if you can please female clients," she said, her voice matter-of-fact. "And the best way to do that is to demonstrate." Ellen's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and shock. "What do you mean?" she asked again, her voice shaking. Heidi's smile widened, and she gestured to the floor of the limo. "Kneel," she ordered, her voice firm. "And lick my pussy.
Ellen hesitated, her eyes widening in shock and disbelief. She had never been with a woman before, never even considered it. But she remembered Heidi's words, about how she could have ended up as a doll slave, and she steeled herself. She didn't want that fate. She would do whatever it took to stay human. With a deep breath, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Heidi." She knelt on the plush carpet of the limo, her heart pounding in her chest. Heidi watched her, a satisfied smirk on her face, as she slowly spread her legs, revealing the damp lace of her panties. Ellen's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she steeled herself and leaned forward, her tongue tentatively touching the fabric. Heidi let out a low moan, her hips bucking slightly.
Ellen, surprised by her own boldness, flicked her tongue against Heidi's clit, eliciting another moan. She felt Heidi's hands tangle in her hair, guiding her, pushing her harder. Ellen, driven by a desire to please, obeyed, her tongue exploring every inch of Heidi's pussy. She could feel Heidi's body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. Ellen redoubled her efforts, her tongue swirling around Heidi's clit, sucking it into her mouth. Heidi let out a cry, her body convulsing as she came, her juices flooding Ellen's mouth. Ellen, surprised by her own success, pulled back, her cheeks flushed with pride and excitement. Heidi, panting, looked down at her, a look of surprise and satisfaction on her face. "Well, well, Ellen," she said, her voice husky. "It seems you have a hidden talent. Sit back down and enjoy the champagne, we'll be at the client's building soon."
Meanwhile back at the clinic Victor and Isabella had just finished transforming the last of the four women they had selected from Edward's client list, Elizabeth Walker the rock star. Elizabeth, who had been strangely unconcerned by being transformed into an 8 inch high doll, was now human again and admiring her new, younger body in the mirror.
She turned to Victor, a grateful smile on her face. "Thank you, Victor," she said, her voice warm and sincere. "I can't believe how amazing I look. I feel like I've been given a second chance at life. And don't worry about the payments, my royalties will easily cover it. I'll make sure you're taken care of." Victor, who had been watching her with a mixture of curiosity and concern, let out a sigh of relief. "I'm glad to hear that, Elizabeth," he said, his voice softening. "I must admit, I was a bit worried about how you would react to the transformation. But it seems I had nothing to fear." Elizabeth laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Why would I be upset?" she asked, spreading her arms wide. "Look at me, Victor. I'm gorgeous. I can't wait to see the look on my fans' faces when they see me like this.
And speaking of seeing things, Victor, I must say, your club is the talk of the town. I've heard so many intriguing stories about it. I would absolutely love to see it for myself. Would you consider extending an invitation to me?" Elizabeth asked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity and excitement. Victor, taken aback by her boldness, hesitated for a moment before replying. "My club is not for the faint of heart, Elizabeth. It's a place where desires are fulfilled, and inhibitions are left at the door. Are you sure you're ready for that?" Elizabeth's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't, Victor. I'm more than ready. In fact, I insist. I want to see it all, experience it all. I want to live, Victor. Truly live."
"Excellent," said Victor, "I'll see you there tonight. Isabella, please get our guest something to wear so that she can go home." Isabella, with a wicked grin, disappeared into a nearby closet and emerged moments later, holding a garment bag. "I think I have just the thing for you, Elizabeth," she said, unzipping the bag to reveal a skimpy, black leather outfit, complete with a corset, fishnet stockings, and knee-high boots. "It's not exactly what you wore on stage during your prime, but it's close enough," she added, holding the outfit up against Elizabeth's body. Elizabeth's eyes widened in surprise, but she couldn't help but laugh. "Well, I must say, you certainly know how to make an entrance, Isabella," she said, taking the outfit from her. "I'll go try it on." As Elizabeth slipped into the outfit, she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. It had been years since she had worn anything so revealing, so daring.
But as she looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. She looked incredible. She felt incredible. She felt young again, alive again. She couldn't wait to show off her new body to the world. She couldn't wait to live again. With a final admiring glance at her reflection, she turned and strode out of the clinic, her head held high, her hips swaying confidently. She couldn't wipe the smile off her face as she stepped out into the bright sunlight, her heart pounding with excitement and anticipation. She was ready for whatever came next.
Victor headed back to his lab and opened his doll storage closet.
Inside, row upon row of dolls were lined up, each one unique, yet all sharing the same lifeless gaze. He scanned the shelves, his eyes landing on a particular doll. He reached up and carefully lifted it down, cradling it in his hands as he carried it over to his workbench. It was Laura Davis, the former ballerina, who he had transformed that morning. She had been one of his most beautiful creations, her tiny form perfectly proportioned, her porcelain skin flawless. But she had refused to pay his subscription, and now, here she was, trapped conscious in her doll body. Victor knew that she had probably changed her mind about paying him after a few minutes like this and now, hours later, she would probably do anything to remain human.
He picked up his phone and opened the app that controlled the implants in his dolls. He scrolled through the list until he found Laura's name, then tapped on the icon that said "Activate." There was a faint click, and then Laura's body began to convulse and shake. Her eyes flew open, wide with terror and surprise, as she slowly returned to her human form. Victor watched, a satisfied smile on his face, as her porcelain skin gave way to soft, warm flesh, and her glassy eyes regained their spark. Within moments, Laura was lying naked on the workbench, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath. Victor leaned over her, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in every curve and detail. "Welcome back, Laura," he said, his voice low and predatory.
Laura, still gasping for breath, looked up at him, her eyes filled with terror and desperation. "Please," she begged, her voice shaking. "Please, don't turn me back into a doll. I'll do anything, anything you ask. Just please, let me stay human." Victor raised an eyebrow, a cruel smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Anything, Laura?" he asked, his voice mocking. Laura nodded, her eyes wide and pleading. "Yes, anything," she whispered. "I'll pay your subscription, I'll do whatever you want. Just please, don't turn me back into a doll." Victor chuckled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Well, Laura," he said, his voice cold and calculating. "I'm glad to hear that you've come to your senses. But I'm afraid it's too late for that.
"But I'm afraid it's too late for that, Laura," Victor said, his voice hardening. "You had your chance to pay the subscription, and you chose to ignore it. Now, you must face the consequences of your actions." Laura's eyes widened in fear, her breath coming in short gasps. "Consequences?" Victor nodded, a cruel smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Yes, consequences. You see, I have a club, a very exclusive club, where wealthy men come to... indulge in their desires. And for the next week, you will be serving as one of my doll slaves there." Laura's mouth dropped open in shock and horror. "No," she whispered, shaking her head. "Please, no. Anything but that." "I'm afraid you don't have a choice, Laura," said Victor evilly, "now back to being a doll until you have to work in the club." Laura's eyes widened in shock and horror. Victor just smiled cruelly and hit the button on his tablet again. Laura felt her body begin to change, her skin hardening, her limbs shrinking. She tried to scream, to protest, but her mouth was already closing, her jaw locking into place. Within seconds, she was a doll again, her porcelain hands clutching at the air, her glassy eyes wide with terror. Victor picked her up, examining her like a piece of merchandise. "Much better," he said, his voice cold and satisfied. "Now, let's get you ready for tonight."
Victor opened the door and popped his head into the next room, Isabella's office at the clinic. Isabella was busy doing admin on her computer, her doll slave Lily kneeling obediently at her feet.
Victor's voice cut through her work, "Isabella, get in here now!" She sighed, clicking save on her document before standing up and adjusting her skirt. "Coming, Master," she called out, walking towards the lab. Upon entering, she saw Victor holding a doll, a look of admiration on his face. "What have you got there, Victor?" she asked, approaching him. He turned to her, a smile spreading across his face. "Admire this, Isabella," he said, handing her the doll. She took it, her eyes widening as she took in the doll's beauty. "Laura Davis," she breathed, running her fingers over the doll's porcelain skin. "She was a beauty in life, and she's even more stunning as a doll." Victor nodded, taking the doll back from Isabella. "Indeed, she is. And speaking of Laura, I have some news for you." Isabella raised an eyebrow, waiting for Victor to continue. "I've decided that Laura will be serving as a doll slave in the club for the next week," he announced, a cruel smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Isabella's eyes widened in surprise. "The club?" she echoed, her voice incredulous. "But, Victor, she's one of your finest creations. Why would you subject her to that?" Victor's smile faded, his eyes hardening. "Because she refused to pay the subscription, Isabella," he snapped. "She thought she could defy me, ignore my rules. Well, now she will learn the consequences of her actions. And, Isabella, I want you to arrange something for tonight. Phone Edward and invite him to the club. Tell him that I have decided to give Karen back to him."
Isabella looked up from the doll, her eyes widening in surprise. "Karen? But, Victor, you said yourself that she's one of your best dolls. Why would you give her back to Edward?" Victor's expression darkened, and he set the doll down on the workbench with a sharp clack. "Because, Isabella, a deal's a deal. He is recommending me to his clients as we agreed. I should uphold my end of the bargain."