Chapter 26: Chapter 26
Miriam woke from an amazing night's sleep, something was touching her lips.
Soft, warm, and familiar. She opened her eyes to find Kirsty, her face inches away, her eyes closed, her lips pressed gently against Miriam's. Miriam gasped, surprise and pleasure coursing through her. Kirsty's eyes fluttered open, a soft smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Good morning, doll," she whispered, her voice husky with sleep. Miriam blushed, her heart pounding in her chest. "Kirsty, what are you doing?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Kirsty chuckled, her fingers tracing patterns on Miriam's cheek. "I'm kissing you, doll. It's called a good morning kiss." Miriam's blush deepened, her eyes widening in surprise. "But Kirsty, we're dolls. We're not supposed to... to..." Kirsty's smile faded, her expression turning serious. "We're not supposed to what, Miriam? I don't remember anyone telling me that dolls can't have fun together on their days off." Miriam paused, her eyes widening as a memory suddenly struck her. "Day off? Oh yeah, Isabella said that the dolls who served at the party last night would have the day off today. That's why I'm not at the mill this morning." Kirsty's eyes lit up, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Well, doll, it looks like we have the whole day to ourselves. What do you want to do?" Miriam bit her lip, considering their options. "I don't know about you, but I could really use a shower. And some real food. Not that gross stuff they feed us at the mill." Kirsty nodded, her stomach rumbling at the mention of food. "Sounds like a plan, doll. Let's get cleaned up and find some breakfast. But first , Miriam, there's something I've been wanting to do all night." Kirsty leaned in, pressing her lips softly against Miriam's. Miriam stiffened, surprise coursing through her. she asked, pulling back. "I'm kissing you, doll," Kirsty replied, a mischievous grin on her face. "But I'm straight," Miriam protested, her cheeks flushing. Kirsty's grin faded, and she sighed, sitting back on her heels. "I was too, Miriam. Until I became a doll." Miriam's eyes widened in surprise. "What do you mean?" Kirsty hesitated for a moment before speaking. "When I was changed into a doll, something... changed inside me. I don't know how to explain it, but all of a sudden, I wasn't just attracted to men anymore. I was attracted to everyone. I you sure that you don't feel the same way?" Kirsty asked, her voice soft. Miriam hesitated, her eyes searching Kirsty's face. "I... I don't know, Kirsty. I've never been attracted to women before. But lately, I've been noticing things. Like how pretty you are, and how much I enjoy spending time with you. And last night, when we were together, it felt... nice." Kirsty's face broke into a wide smile, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "It felt nice for me too, doll. And I think it's because of the transformation. It's like it unlocked something inside us, something that makes us attracted to everyone, regardless of gender." Miriam bit her lip, considering Kirsty's words. "So, you're saying that I'm... pansexual now?" Kirsty nodded, her smile softening. "I think so, doll. And that's okay. It's natural, and it's a part of who you are now.
Miriam hesitated for a moment before leaning in, pressing her lips softly against Kirsty's. Kirsty's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly recovered, her lips moving against Miriam's, deepening the kiss. Miriam felt a surge of pleasure, her body responding to Kirsty's touch. She wrapped her arms around Kirsty, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. Kirsty moaned, her hands tangling in Miriam's hair, pulling her even closer. Miriam could feel Kirsty's breasts pressing against her own, could feel the heat building between her legs. She had never felt this way with a woman before, but it felt right, it felt good. As they kissed, Kirsty's hands began to explore Miriam's body, tracing the curves of her hips, her waist, her breasts. Miriam gasped, her body arching into Kirsty's touch.
"Kirsty," she breathed, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want you. All of you." Kirsty's eyes darkened, her breath coming in short gasps. "I want you too, doll. More than anything." Miriam reached out, taking Kirsty's hand and pulling her to her feet. "Come with me," she said, leading Kirsty towards the bathroom. Kirsty followed, her eyes never leaving Miriam's body. Miriam turned on the shower, letting the water heat up, before turning back to Kirsty. "Join me," she said, her voice soft. Kirsty's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly recovered, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "I thought you'd never ask, doll." She stepped into the shower, pulling Miriam in after her. The water was hot, streaming down their bodies, making their skin slick and slippery.
They took turns washing each other, their hands exploring every curve and contour. Kirsty's hands lingered on Miriam's breasts, her thumbs brushing against her nipples, making them harden. Miriam gasped, her head falling back, exposing her neck to Kirsty's kisses. Kirsty took advantage, her lips and tongue tracing a path down Miriam's neck, her collarbone, her shoulders. Miriam's hands found Kirsty's breasts, squeezing and kneading them, making Kirsty moan. They were both breathing heavily, their bodies pressed together, the water cascading down their bodies. Kirsty's hand slipped between Miriam's legs, finding her wet and ready. Miriam's eyes flew open, surprise and pleasure coursing through her. Kirsty just smiled, her fingers moving expertly, bringing Miriam close to the edge.
Miriam moaned, her body tensing as she felt the pleasure building inside her. Kirsty's other hand found her breast, her thumb brushing against her nipple, sending jolts of electricity through her body. Miriam tentatively reached out, her fingers finding Kirsty's clit, rubbing it gently. Kirsty gasped, her body jerking at the contact. Miriam looked up at her, uncertainty in her eyes. "Is this okay?" Kirsty nodded, her eyes dark with desire. "Yes, doll. Touch me. Make me feel good." Emboldened, Miriam began to rub Kirsty's clit in earnest, her fingers moving in circles, then up and down, then back to circles. Kirsty moaned, her hips moving in time with Miriam's fingers. Miriam could feel Kirsty's body tensing, could feel the heat building between her legs.
Kirsty's breath was coming in short, sharp gasps, and Miriam knew she was close. She increased the pressure of her fingers, rubbing Kirsty's clit in firm, steady circles. Kirsty's moans grew louder, her hips bucking against Miriam's hand. Miriam could feel her own orgasm building, the pressure growing deep inside her. She leaned forward, taking one of Kirsty's nipples into her mouth, sucking hard.
Kirsty cried out, her body shaking as she came. Miriam could feel her own orgasm crashing over her, wave after wave of pleasure. She continued to suck and lick at Kirsty's breasts, her fingers still moving between Kirsty's legs. Kirsty's orgasm seemed to go on forever, her body shuddering and shaking with each wave of pleasure.
Miriam, her own orgasm still coursing through her, continued to suck and lick at Kirsty's breasts, her fingers still moving between Kirsty's legs. Suddenly, Kirsty's body convulsed, and she let out a scream, her voice echoing around the bathroom. Miriam, surprised, pulled back, her own body still trembling with aftershocks. "Kirsty?" she asked, concern in her voice. Kirsty, her eyes closed, a look of pure ecstasy on her face, didn't respond. Instead, she let out another scream, her body convulsing again. Miriam, understanding now, joined in, screaming her own pleasure, her voice mingling with Kirsty's, their cries echoing around the bathroom. They screamed and moaned, their bodies writhing against each other, lost in their own worlds of pleasure. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, their screams subsided, their bodies still, their breathing ragged.
Kirsty and Miriam stood under the stream of hot water, their eyes locked, a silent understanding passing between them. They finished washing each other, their hands lingering on curves and contours, drawing out the intimate moment. As the water began to cool, they stepped out of the shower, toweling each other dry in silence, exchanging knowing smiles.
Miriam and Kirsty left the bathroom, still wrapped in their towels, only to find the rest of the dolls from the party last night waiting outside, their faces split into amused grins.
"Well, well, well," said a tall, curvaceous doll with fiery red hair, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Looks like someone had a good time in there." Miriam blushed, burying her face in Kirsty's shoulder, while Kirsty just grinned, unashamed. "Couldn't help but hear you two, could we?" another doll, a petite brunette with cat-like eyes, chimed in, her voice laced with amusement. "Sounded like you were having quite the party in there." Kirsty laughed, wrapping an arm around Miriam's waist. "We were just... celebrating our day off," she said, her voice innocent. The dolls exchanged knowing glances, their smiles widening. "Celebrating, huh?" said the redhead, her voice skeptical.
Kirsty was about to respond when the redhead suddenly grabbed a petite blonde doll, yanking her into the bathroom with a loud, "Whoops!" and a sexy giggle. The other dolls burst into laughter, leaving Kirsty and Miriam staring at the closed bathroom door in surprise. "What just happened?" Miriam asked, her eyes wide. Kirsty shrugged, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Looks like we're not the only ones who know how to have fun on our day off, doll." "You think she's going to...?" Miriam trailed off, blushing. Kirsty nodded, her grin widening. Let's get dressed and find some breakfast. I'm starving." Miriam nodded in agreement, her stomach rumbling at the mention of food. They wrapped their towels around themselves and stepped out of the bathroom, only to be greeted by a sight that stopped them in their tracks. The main room of the suite was filled with packets of clothes, each one labeled with a doll's name. Kirsty and Miriam exchanged confused glances. "What the hell is this?" Kirsty asked, her voice echoing in the empty room. Miriam shrugged, picking up a packet with her name on it. "I don't know, but I guess we should see what's inside." She opened the packet to find a cute sundress, complete with underwear and shoes. Kirsty did the same, pulling out a low cut strappy top and a pair of jeans, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Why would Isabella leave us these?" she wondered aloud.
Kirsty opened her packet, pulling out a crisp hundred-dollar bill tucked into the sleeve of her dress. "And look at this," she said, holding up the money. Miriam did the same, her eyes widening in surprise. "There's a note too," she said, pulling out a small piece of paper. Kirsty read hers aloud: "'Morning doll! I hope you enjoy your day off. Here are some clothes and some spending money. Have fun, and remember, you deserve it. - Isabella.'" Miriam read hers, which said the same thing. "Well, this is unexpected," Kirsty said, a smile spreading across her face. "Looks like Isabella wants us to have a good time." Miriam nodded, her eyes shining with excitement. "And with a hundred dollars, we can do anything we want." Kirsty's grin widened. "Anything, doll. The world is our oyster." But first, let's grab some breakfast. Miriam agreed, her stomach rumbling at the mention of food. They quickly got dressed in their new clothes, admiring each other in the mirror. Kirsty looked stunning in her low-cut top and tight jeans, while Miriam felt sexy in her sundress, the hem riding up her thighs. They left the suite, hand in hand, making their way to the kitchen. The kitchen was huge, with stainless steel appliances and marble countertops. A buffet breakfast was laid out, and they helped themselves to fresh fruit, pastries, and coffee. As they sat down to eat, a familiar voice made them freeze. "Well, well, well.
Look what the cat dragged in." A tall, elegant woman with short dark hair and a no-nonsense expression stood in the doorway, her eyes fixed on Miriam. Kirsty turned to see who Miriam was looking at, her eyes widening in recognition. "Alexandra," she breathed, standing up quickly. Miriam followed suit, her cheeks flushing at the sight of the head chef. "I haven't seen you since the day you snuck into the hotel disguised as a waitress," Alexandra said, her voice cool. Miriam shifted uncomfortably, her eyes darting to the floor. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean any harm," she mumbled. Alexandra's expression softened, and she stepped into the kitchen, closing the door behind her. "I know you didn't, Miriam. And I forgive you. After all, we're not so different now, are we?" She gestured to herself, and Miriam realized that Alexandra was also a doll, her body younger and more vibrant than her years. "I see," Miriam said, her eyes widening in surprise. "You're a doll too." Alexandra nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Yes, I am. And I've come to realize that being a doll isn't so bad. In fact, it has its perks." She winked at Kirsty, who blushed and looked away. "Anyway, I wanted to wish you both a good day off. I know how hard you work, and you deserve some time to yourselves." She smiled and left the girls to finish their breakfast.
Miriam and Kirsty exchanged excited glances, their hearts pounding with anticipation. "We're doing it, aren't we?" Kirsty asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Miriam nodded, her eyes shining with determination. "Yes, we are. We're leaving the hotel for the first time in weeks." They finished their breakfast quickly, their eyes darting to the door every few seconds, expecting Isabella or one of the other dolls to appear and stop them. But no one came, and soon enough, they were standing in the hallway, their hearts pounding in their chests. They slipped out of the kitchen, their footsteps echoing in the silent hallway. They knew the way to the front door, having memorized the layout of the hotel during their time spent cleaning and serving. They walked quickly, their hands clasped tightly together, their eyes scanning the hallway for any sign of life.
As they approached the front door, they could see the sunlight streaming in through the glass panels, promising freedom and adventure. Miriam reached out, her hand grasping the cool metal handle, and pulled. The door creaked open, revealing the bustling street outside. They stepped out onto the sidewalk, breathing in the fresh air, feeling the sun warm on their skin. They had made it. They were free. At least for today. But both of them knew that they were still really dolls, and if they wanted to remain human they would have to return to the hotel to be ready to work tomorrow.
"Look at that, doll," Kirsty said, pointing at a quaint little café across the street. "I could really go for some pasta right about now." Miriam's stomach rumbled in agreement, and she nodded. "That sounds amazing. Let's go." They crossed the street, their hearts pounding with excitement and a touch of nervousness. This was the first time they had been out in public since becoming dolls, and they weren't sure what to expect. But the café was bustling with people, and no one seemed to notice or care about the two young women walking in. They found a table by the window, and a waiter came over to take their order. "Buongiorno, signorie. What can I get for you today?" he asked, his eyes flicking between the two of them. Kirsty and Miriam exchanged a glance, and Kirsty spoke up.
"I'll have the spaghetti carbonara, and my friend here will have the tortellini alfredo," she said confidently, handing the waiter the menus. The waiter nodded and walked away, leaving them alone at their table. As they waited for their food, Kirsty reached under the table and placed her hand on Miriam's thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. Miriam jumped slightly, surprised by the sudden contact, but she quickly relaxed, enjoying the feeling of Kirsty's hand on her leg. The café was filled with the sound of clinking glasses and the murmur of conversation, but Miriam could only focus on the warmth of Kirsty's hand, the gentle pressure of her fingers. She looked over at Kirsty, who was smiling at her, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Just as Miriam was about to lean in and kiss Kirsty, the door to the café opened, and a tall, elegant woman walked in.
She was dressed in a form-fitting black dress, her red hair cascading down her back in loose curls. She scanned the room, her eyes landing on Miriam and Kirsty. A slow smile spread across her face, and she made her way towards their table. "Well, well, well," she said, her voice smooth and sultry. " If it isn't two of Victor's little dolls, out and about in the big bad world." Kirsty quickly removed her hand from Miriam's thigh, her eyes narrowing as she looked up at the woman. "Do we know you?" she asked, her voice cool. The woman laughed, a low, throaty sound that made the hairs on the back of Miriam's neck stand up. "Not yet, darling, but I think we're destined to be the best of friends. I'm Laura, by the way.," she said. "And I must say,You're a charming pair of dolls." She pulled out a chair and sat down, her eyes darting between Kirsty and Miriam. "Mind if I join you?" she asked, her voice dripping with honey. Kirsty and Miriam exchanged a glance, uncertainty written all over their faces. "Um, sure," Miriam said hesitantly, scooting her chair over to make room. Laura smiled, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "Oh, darling, I'm so glad you said yes. I absolutely love gossiping with fellow dolls. It's the best way to stay in the loop, don't you think?" she said, leaning in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. Kirsty raised an eyebrow, her arms crossing over her chest.
"And what exactly do you mean by 'fellow dolls'?" Laura leaned back in her chair, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh, darling, don't tell me you haven't figured it out yet. I'm a doll too, of course." She gestured to herself, and Miriam and Kirsty noticed for the first time that Laura's body was youthful and perfect, just like theirs. "But how...?" Miriam started, her eyes wide with surprise. Laura waved a dismissive hand, a secretive smile playing on her lips. "Oh, that's a story for another time, darling. Now, let's talk about something more interesting, shall we? Like how you two ended up here, all by yourselves." Kirsty and Miriam exchanged a glance, unsure of how much to reveal to this stranger.
But Miriam, feeling a kinship with Laura, decided to trust her. "We both work at the hotel," she said, her voice low. "We were given the day off." Laura's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly recovered, a slow smile spreading across her face. "How fascinating," she said, her voice laced with intrigue. "I've always wondered what goes on behind those closed doors. Tell me, what's it like to live and work there?" Kirsty's eyes narrowed, suspicion etched on her face. "Why do you want to know?" she asked, her voice cautious. Laura laughed, a low, throaty sound that made the hairs on the back of Miriam's neck stand up. "Oh, darling, I'm just curious. I run Victor's club for him, and I'm interested about how things are at this other establishments. I hear they work you hard over there." Laura took a sip of her espresso, her eyes never leaving Miriam's face. Miriam hesitated, not wanting to betray the other dolls' trust, but something about Laura's sincere interest made her want to open up. "It's not that bad," she started, "but there are some... challenging aspects." Laura leaned in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Like what?" Miriam took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to reveal. "There's a basement, where some of the dolls are kept. They're forced to... perform on webcams, for paying customers." Laura's eyes widened in shock, but she quickly composed herself, her expression turning thoughtful. "I see. And how do they treat you upstairs?" Kirsty spoke up, smiling with pride. "We're available to the guests, to pleasure them in their rooms. I'm quite popular."
"I bet you are, such a lovely body," said Laura, complimenting Kirsty, "and you are a beauty, you must be popular with your customers." Kirsty and Miriam blushed from the compliments from such a stunning woman, "I thought they kept you girls in the hotel, you must have been very good dolls to be allowed out for the day." Kirsty beamed at Laura, "We were, we hosted a party last night and the guests were very pleased with our service." Miriam nodded in agreement, "We made sure everyone was well taken care of, and Isabella was so impressed she let us have the day off." Laura's eyes sparkled with interest, "I bet you did, dolls are always so eager to please. "
Speaking of pleasing," Kirsty said, turning to Miriam, "you never told me how many men you served last night." Miriam blushed, taken aback by Kirsty's sudden change of subject. "Um, I don't know, maybe five or six?" Kirsty laughed, "Five or six? That's it? I lost count after ten." Miriam's jaw dropped, "Ten? How is that even possible?" Kirsty shrugged, "I guess I'm just better at multitasking than you are." Miriam bristled at the implication, "That's not fair, Kirsty. You were there longer than me." Kirsty's eyes flashed with challenge, and Miriam felt a pang of competitive spirit rise within her. "Well, maybe I just did a better job of keeping my guests satisfied," she retorted, her voice taking on a sultry edge. Laura laughed, a deep, throaty sound that made both Kirsty and Miriam jump. "Oh, darlings, you two are absolutely delightful," she said, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I can see why the guests just love you. You're both so... eager." She leaned back in her chair, her eyes roaming over Kirsty and Miriam's bodies, a slow smile spreading across her face. "You know, I've just finished renovating my club," she said, her voice casual. "I could use a few more dolls to help me break it in. Would you girls like it if I arrange for you to be transferred there?" she asked, her voice smooth and inviting. Before Kirsty could respond, Miriam spoke up, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. "What exactly would we be doing at your club, Laura?" she asked, her voice wary. Laura's smile widened, and she leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Oh, darling, you know exactly what you'd be doing. The same thing you do at the hotel. Pleasing the guests, of course." Kirsty's eyes widened in surprise, but Miriam pressed on, her curiosity piqued. "And what about the working conditions? How are they different from the hotel?" Laura sat back in her chair, her smile never wavering. "Well, darling, for starters, my dolls get 12 hours of freedom every day. They get to spend that time as humans, doing whatever they want. Shopping, sightseeing, even just lounging by the pool.
A Kirsty leaned in, her eyes shining with excitement. "And what about relationships between dolls? Is that allowed?" she asked, her voice hopeful. Laura laughed, a low, throaty sound that made both Kirsty and Miriam blush. "Oh, darling, Victor doesn't have a problem with that at all. As long as the dolls involved continue to be pleasing. It's actually pretty common. I know neither of you have jobs at the hotel that give you a lot of free time, but I suspect half the waitresses and maids are fucking other dolls," said Laura with a conspiratorial wink.
"So, what do you say? Would you like to see the club for yourself while you consider my offer? I'd be happy to give you a tour, followed by dinner and drinks on me. It would give you a chance to see what it's like to be a doll at my club." The offer was tempting, and Kirsty and Miriam exchanged a glance, silently communicating their eagerness to accept. "We'd love to," Kirsty said, her voice barely above a whisper. Laura's face lit up with a smile, and she stood up, throwing some money on the table for the bill. "Excellent! Let's go. My car is just outside." Laura grabbed her bag and led the way out of the café, Kirsty and Miriam following close behind. As they stepped out onto the sidewalk, a sleek black limousine pulled up to the curb, the beautiful doll driver hopping out to open the door for them. "After you, ladies," Laura said, gesturing for Kirsty and Miriam to climb in. They slid into the plush leather seats, their eyes wide with surprise. "Wow, this is amazing," Kirsty breathed, running her hands over the soft material. Laura climbed in after them, closing the door behind her. "Victor has enough money now that his senior dolls all get limos," she said, smiling, "I think that's just me, Heidi, Isabella and Susan at the moment. We all manage parts of Victor's business, so he likes to keep us happy and productive" "Laura, you mentioned that you run Victor's club for him. What is he like?" Miriam asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. Kirsty looked at her, surprised, but Laura just smiled, leaning back in her seat. "Victor? He's... intense. Brilliant, but intense. He's a genius, really, the way he's figured out how to... transform us. But he's also demanding, and he expects a lot from his dolls. He's not exactly what you'd call a warm and fuzzy person." Miriam nodded, her eyes thoughtful. "Is he... attractive?" she asked, her cheeks flushing slightly. Laura laughed, a low, throaty sound that made Kirsty and Miriam blush. "Oh, darling, I wouldn't say he's attractive, but he has a rough charm, and he's very good at making dolls cum, I have personal experience of that." Laura's eyes twinkled with mischief. "But enough about Victor, we're here!" The limo had pulled up outside of a grand, old building, its stone facade freshly cleaned and its windows gleaming in the sunlight. "Welcome to my humble abode," Laura said, gesturing to the building with a flourish. Kirsty and Miriam stepped out of the limo, their eyes wide with awe as they took in the sight before them. "This is your club?" Laura nodded, a proud smile spreading across her face. "Well, Victor owns it, I just manage it for him. But he does allow me a lot of freedom to make decisions. Come, let me show you the changes I've made." She led the way up the steps, her heels clicking on the polished marble. The doors opened automatically, revealing a grand foyer with a sweeping staircase leading up to the second floor.
"This is where guests select what doll they want to serve them for the night. We used to use a cramped entrance hall but this is much better," Laura indicated pedestals located in recesses along the walls of the room, "the dolls will stand on these an I'll use their implants to turn them into statues. Then when a guest selects them I turn them back into humans so they can serve for the night." Laura noticed the girls' quizzical expressions, "it's a weird system I know, but that's how Victor originally set up the club and it's traditional now. I spent a lot of time as a statue in that hallway, and I guess I just wanted to keep things the same." Laura shrugged, a small smile playing on her lips. "But anyway, enough about me. What do you think of the place?" Miriam and Kirsty exchanged a glance, their eyes wide with wonder. "It's amazing," Kirsty breathed, her voice filled with awe. "I can't believe you get to work here every day." "Oh, darling, it's not all fun and games. But it is pretty wonderful, I must admit." She turned to Miriam, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "So, Miriam, you want to try being a statue? "Actually, yes" Miriam said, her voice hesitant. "I mean, if it's okay with you, Laura. I just... I've only ever been a statue when I'm being cleaned, I've never been put on display like that, and I'm curious about what it feels like." Laura's smile widened, and she nodded. "What about you, Kirsty?" Laura asked. "I'm a statue quite a lot, they keep me like that in my assigned room until a guest arrives and asks for me to be turned back to a human," admitted Kirsty, "I'll pass"
Miriam looked at Kirsty with shock, not having realised that Kirsty's duties meant spending time as a statue. "What's it like, to be a statue like that?" Miriam asked.
"Not great, boring, restrictive," said Kirsty, "but it's usually only for a few hours, it's not too bad. How long do your dolls spend as statues?" Kirsty asked Laura.
"Not too long, couple of hours max but sometimes only a few minutes," replied Laura, "and if a doll isn't selected once the club is full I always turn them human and find them something else to do." Miriam nodded, intrigued by the idea of being on display. "I'd like to try it," she said, her voice filled with determination. Laura smiled, leading them to a pedestal in the middle of the room. "Very well, step up here, Miriam. Let's see how you look as a statue." Miriam walked over to the pedestal, her heart pounding in her chest. She stepped up onto it, her body naturally falling into a graceful pose, her head held high, her arms at her sides, her hands relaxed. Laura stood in front of her, her eyes roaming over Miriam's body, a small smile playing on her lips. " Beautiful," she murmured, "absolutely beautiful." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small remote, her thumb hovering over a button. "Are you ready, Miriam?" she asked, her voice soft. Miriam took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was about to happen.
"Ready," she said, her voice steady. Laura pressed the button on the remote, and suddenly, Miriam felt a wave of heat wash over her body. She froze, her muscles locking into place, her limbs becoming rigid, her skin hardening as it turned to porcelain. Her heart stopped beating, her lungs stopped expanding, but her mind remained active. She was a statue, lifeless and unmoving. Laura stepped back, her eyes roaming over Miriam's perfectly still form. "Stunning," she murmured, a note of admiration in her voice. Kirsty, who had been watching with wide-eyed fascination, let out a low whistle. "Wow, Miriam, you look... amazing," she said, her voice filled with awe. Laura turned to Kirsty, a slow smile spreading across her face. "How about some roleplay? You could pretend to be a guest and select Miriam to be your doll slave for the night. You can use one of the private rooms while I get on with some paperwork."
"I'm up for it," said Kirsty, "we'll see how Miriam feels when she is capable of talking again." Kirsty tried to put herself in the mind of a guest of the club looking at the statues in the foyer and deciding to pick Miriam to serve her for the night.
She walked around Miriam's statue, admiring the fine details of her doll body, the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts, the delicate line of her neck. She reached out and gently touched Miriam's cheek, her fingers tracing the smooth, porcelain surface. "I'll take this one," Kirsty said, turning to Laura, her voice filled with a newfound authority. "Make her human, I want her to serve me tonight." Laura raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on her lips. "Very well, madam," she said, her voice taking on a formal tone. She stepped forward, pressing the button on the remote again. Miriam's body began to tremble, her skin softening, her limbs relaxing, her heart starting to beat again. She looked at Laura questioningly, "what do I do now?" she whispered. "Kneel before Kirsty with your knees spread and say 'I am ready to serve you, Mistress'" Laura whispered back with a grin.
Miriam, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the command, but also feeling a thrill of excitement, did as she was told. She knelt down, her knees spreading wide, her head bowed in submission. "I am ready to serve you, Mistress," she said, her voice soft. Kirsty's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly recovered, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Well, well, well, don't you look pretty like that," she said, her voice filled with admiration. "Take me to a private room so you can serve me." . Miriam hesitated for a moment, not knowing where to go. "Upstairs and to the left, pick any room down that corridor," whispered Laura.
Miriam nodded, standing up gracefully, keeping her eyes cast downwards as was expected of a doll in service. She led Kirsty up the grand staircase, their footsteps echoing through the vast foyer. At the top, Miriam turned left, her heels clicking on the polished marble floor as she led Kirsty down the long hallway, lined with heavy wooden doors. She paused at the third door, pushing it open and stepping aside to let Kirsty enter first. Kirsty stepped into the room, her eyes widening as she took in the opulent surroundings. The room was large, with a four-poster bed against one wall, draped in rich, velvet curtains. A plush chaise lounge sat near the window, and a large, ornate mirror hung on the wall opposite the bed. A small table and two chairs were placed by the window, and a large, flat-screen TV was mounted on the wall.
Kirsty walked over to the bed, running her fingers along the silky comforter. "This is nice," she commented, turning to face Miriam. Miriam closed the door behind her, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never been alone with Kirsty like this before, and the realization of what was about to happen sent a thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins. Kirsty's eyes locked onto Miriam's, and she took a step closer, her voice dropping to a low, sultry purr. "Come here, doll," she commanded, her finger beckoning Miriam closer. Miriam's breath hitched in her throat, but she obeyed, taking a tentative step forward. Kirsty's hands reached out, grabbing Miriam by the waist and pulling her close, their bodies pressing together. Kirsty's lips crashed down onto Miriam's, her kiss hungry and demanding.
Miriam gasped, surprised by the sudden intensity, but she quickly melted into Kirsty's embrace, her body pressing eagerly against her new mistress. Kirsty's hands roamed over Miriam's body, squeezing her ass, grabbing her breasts, her touch possessive and dominant. Miriam moaned into Kirsty's mouth, her body responding to Kirsty's commands, her blood heating up, her pussy growing wet. Kirsty pulled back, her eyes dark with desire. "Strip," she ordered, her voice firm. Miriam hesitated for a moment, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. But the look in Kirsty's eyes was unmistakable, and Miriam's body responded eagerly. She reached up, her fingers pulling the straps of her sundress off her shoulders and letting in fall to the floor, her hands shaking as she revealed more and more of her skin. Kirsty watched, her eyes never leaving Miriam's body, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Miriam unhooked her bra and cast it aside, then slipped off her panties.
She stood before Kirsty, fully naked, her body trembling with anticipation. Kirsty's eyes roamed over Miriam's body, taking in every curve, every inch of smooth skin. "Now, it's my turn," Kirsty said, her voice husky with desire. "Remove my clothes, doll. Slowly." Miriam took a deep breath, her fingers reaching for the hem of Kirsty's tight strappy top. She lifted it slowly, revealing inch by inch of Kirsty's tanned, toned stomach. Kirsty raised her arms, allowing Miriam to pull the top off completely and toss it aside. Next, Miriam turned her attention to Kirsty's tight jeans. She unbuttoned them, her fingers brushing against Kirsty's skin, making her shiver. She slowly pulled down the zipper, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of Kirsty's balconette bra and g-string.
Miriam's heart raced as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of Kirsty's jeans, tugging them down over her hips, her thighs, her knees, until they pooled around her ankles. Kirsty stepped out of them, her eyes locked onto Miriam's. Miriam's hands trembled as she reached up, her fingers fumbling with the clasp of Kirsty's bra. With a soft sigh, Kirsty's ample bosom was freed, her nipples already hard and begging for attention. Miriam's breath hitched as she took in the sight, her mouth watering at the thought of tasting Kirsty's sweet flesh. She knelt down in front of Kirsty, her hands gripping Kirsty's hips then pulling down her panties, her head tilted back to look up at her. Kirsty's eyes were dark with desire, her lips parted as she panted softly.
Miriam, still kneeling before her, looked up at her, her eyes wide with anticipation. Kirsty's voice was firm, commanding, "Miriam, I want you to lick my pussy. Now." Miriam hesitated for a moment, surprised by the direct order, but the hunger in Kirsty's eyes was undeniable. "Yes, Mistress," Miriam whispered. She leaned forward, her tongue tentatively reaching out to taste Kirsty's wet folds. Kirsty moaned, her hips bucking slightly at the contact. Encouraged, Miriam delved deeper, her tongue exploring Kirsty's slick heat, her hands gripping Kirsty's thighs to steady herself. Kirsty's fingers tangled in Miriam's hair, guiding her, urging her on. "Yes, just like that, doll," Kirsty panted, her voice thick with desire. Miriam's tongue flicked against Kirsty's clit, making her gasp, her body tensing.
As she continued to lick and suck, Miriam's own body began to respond, her pussy throbbing with need. Without thinking, her hand strayed between her own legs, her fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in small circles. She moaned against Kirsty's pussy, the vibrations making Kirsty's grip on her hair tighten. Kirsty looked down, her eyes widening as she saw Miriam's hand moving between her legs. "Fuck, Miriam, that's so hot," she panted, her hips grinding against Miriam's face. Miriam's fingers slipped inside her pussy, her thumb continuing to rub her clit as she pleasured Kirsty with her tongue. Kirsty's moans grew louder, her body tensing as she neared her orgasm. Miriam's own body was wound tight, her fingers moving faster and faster as she chased her own release.
Kirsty's moans filled the room, her body tensing as she neared her peak. Miriam looked up, her eyes meeting Kirsty's, and with a final flick of her tongue against Kirsty's clit, they both cried out, their bodies convulsing in unison. Kirsty's knees buckled, and she crumpled to the floor, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Miriam, her own body still pulsing with pleasure, collapsed beside her, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, Miriam," Kirsty panted, her voice hoarse, "that was...intense." Miriam smiled, her fingers still buried in her own pussy, her thumb rubbing lazy circles against her clit. "It was," she agreed, her voice soft. Kirsty rolled onto her side, her eyes locked onto Miriam's. "Let's move on to the bed," said Kirsty, taking Miriam's hand and getting to her feet. Miriam allowed Kirsty to pull her to her feet and onto the bed.
After an hour of lovemaking, Miriam and Kirsty lay entwined on the bed, their bodies slick with sweat. Kirsty was gently kissing Miriam's neck while Miriam's face was buried between Kirsty's tits.
Suddenly, Kirsty pulled back, sitting up slightly to look down at Miriam. "Miriam, we need to talk about something," she said, her voice serious. Miriam looked up, her eyes meeting Kirsty's. "What is it?" she asked, concerned. Kirsty took a deep breath, her fingers absently tracing patterns on Miriam's arm. "Laura's offer. About becoming doll slaves at the club. What do you think about it?" she asked, her voice hesitant. Miriam's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't hesitate in her response. "It sounds better than what we're doing at the club, and the free time to do what we want, it means," Miriam hesitated, "it means we could be together." Kirsty's face broke into a wide smile, "I was hoping you'd say that. I don't want to be apart from you, Miriam. Not after today." Miriam grinned back, her heart swelling with happiness. "So, we're doing it? We're taking Laura up on her offer?" Kirsty nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "We're doing it. Let's go tell Laura we've made up our minds." They got dressed and made their way downstairs to the bar. Laura was already there, sitting on a barstool working at a laptop she had open on the bar.
She looked up as they entered, a smile spreading across her face. "Well, well, well, look who decided to join the party," she said, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Have you two made up your minds?" she asked, closing the laptop and turning her full attention to them. Miriam and Kirsty exchanged a glance, a nervous excitement passing between them. "We accept your offer, Laura," Miriam said, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. Laura's smile widened, and she clapped her hands together, a delighted laugh escaping her lips. "Fantastic! I knew you two would make the right decision," she said, "To celebrate, I suggest we have a drink. What do you say to a nice, strong cocktail to seal the deal? Kirsty, do you have any experience bartending?"
Laura asked, her eyes curious. Kirsty nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Actually, yes. I spent two years bartending in college. Why do you ask?" Laura leaned back in her seat, her eyes gleaming with interest. "Well, darling, I could use another good bartender here at the club. And men like a barmaid with big boobs, although they'll probably ask you to jerk them off with your tits fairly often. Would you be interested in the position?" "I'd love to," she said, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "But first, let me demonstrate my skills. What would you like to drink?" Laura's smile widened, and she leaned forward, her eyes locked onto Kirsty's. "Surprise me," she said, her voice filled with challenge. Kirsty nodded, turning towards the bar and surveying the bottles lined up on the shelves.
"I think I can handle that," she said, a confident smile playing on her lips. She reached for a bottle of rye whiskey, a bottle of sweet vermouth, and a bottle of bitters, setting them down on the bar with a satisfying thud. She grabbed three glasses, filling each with ice, then poured a measure of rye into each, followed by a measure of sweet vermouth and a dash of bitters. She stirred each drink gently, then garnished them with a cherry, placing them carefully on the bar in front of Laura and Miriam. "Ladies, your Manhattans," she said, a note of pride in her voice. Laura picked up her glass, her eyes widening as she took a sip. "Delicious," she declared, her voice filled with approval. "You're hired, Kirsty. Welcome to the team." Miriam picked up her glass, clinking it against Laura's and Kirsty's.