Chapter 39: Chapter 39
Back in the hotel Lisa and Petra knelt in their individual boxes in their skimpy black lace lingerie. Anoushka, apparently not caring that she was still naked, stood in the aisle between their boxes holding a tablet computer.
"OK, girls," said Anoushka, "ready for me to log you onto the chat app so that you can start getting messages from clients?" Lisa and Petra nodded nervously, Anoushka noticed their nerves and tried to reassure them, "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll do fine, it comes naturally for us dolls. Remember this is a performance art, let yourself go and have some fun with it. Don't forget to keep eye contact with the webcam, that's where your audience is," Anoushka tapped at her tablet and Lisa and Petra saw their own tablets light up as they were logged on to the chat app, "There we are, you should start getting clients any moment. I'll stay here in the aisle doing some admin in case you need any advice." "Thanks, Anoushka," said Lisa with a smile, feeling put at ease. Petra was still a little nervous, she had only been a doll for two days, and hadn't been asked to do anything sexual yet, but could excitement flowing through her mind and body at the thought of it.
Just as she was trying to calm herself down, her tablet screen flashed with a new message. "Hello there, gorgeous," the message read. "I see you're new here. Why don't you give me a little show? Let's see what you've got." Petra felt a jolt of adrenaline, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked up at the webcam, trying to imagine the person on the other side. Taking a deep breath, she began to move, swaying her hips in a slow, sensual dance. She ran her hands over her body, tracing the curves of her breasts and hips, her fingers brushing against the lace of her lingerie. She could feel the fabric growing damp between her legs, her arousal building with each movement. She locked eyes with the webcam, her gaze intense and inviting. "That's it, baby," the message read, "you're a natural." After this encouragement Petra started to intensify her movements.
Across the aisle in her box Lisa was watching Petra performing when her own tablet lit up with her first message.
"Hey there, sexy," it read. "I've been watching you. You're new here, aren't you? Why don't you show me what you've got?" Lisa felt a flutter of nerves, but also a spark of excitement. She looked up at her webcam, took a deep breath, and began to move. She swayed her hips, running her hands over her body, just like she had seen Petra do. She traced the curve of her breasts, her fingers brushing against the lace of her bra. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming a little faster. She locked eyes with the webcam, her gaze filled with desire. "That's it, baby," the message read. "You're doing great. Now, why don't you show me those tits?" Lisa hesitated for a moment, her hands pausing on her breasts.
Then, with a sudden burst of courage, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She let the straps slide down her arms, revealing her full, round breasts to the camera. She heard a low whistle from the other side, and a new message popped up on her screen. "Fuck, yes. Those are amazing. Play with them for me, baby." Lisa bit her lip, her hands moving to cup her breasts, pushing them together. She could feel her nipples hardening, her arousal growing as she played with herself for the camera. She squeezed her breasts, her thumbs brushing against her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She arched her back, pushing her chest out, her eyes locked onto the webcam. "You're a natural. Now, why don't you show me what else you've got?" Lisa felt a thrill of excitement at the challenge.
She knew what she had to do next. Reaching down, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly began to pull them down. She could feel the lace sliding over her skin, her heart pounding in her chest as she revealed herself to the camera. She heard a low groan from the other side, and a new message popped up on her screen. Look at that pussy. Spread your legs for me, baby. Let me see it all." Lisa bit her lip, her breath coming faster now as she obeyed, spreading her legs wide. She could feel the cool air against her wet folds, her arousal growing as she exposed herself completely to the camera. She looked up at the webcam, her eyes filled with desire as she waited for the next command.
In Petra's box her client had been content to watch her in her lingerie for a while.
"I want to see more," the message on Petra's tablet read. "Take off your bra, baby. Show me those tits." Petra hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never done anything like this before, but the thought of pleasing her faceless client sent a thrill of excitement through her. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor of her box. She cupped her breasts, pushing them together, and looked up at the webcam, her eyes filled with desire. "Now, take off your panties. I want to see that pussy." Petra felt a jolt of nerves, but also a spark of excitement. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly began to pull them down, revealing herself to the camera.
As she fully exposed herself, her tablet screen flashed with a new message that made her pause. "I want to see you fuck yourself with one of those dildos in the box, baby. Show me how you like it." Petra's heart pounded in her chest, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. She had never done anything like this before, but the thought of pleasing her faceless client sent a thrill through her. She looked around her box, seeing the assortment of sex toys Anoushka had left for her. She picked up a large, realistic-looking dildo, her hands trembling slightly as she held it. She looked up at the webcam, her eyes filled with desire and a hint of nervousness. "This one, Master?" She asked the client. "That's right," said a message that appeared, "stick it on the floor and ride that thing."
Petra looked confused for a second but Anoushka, apparently monitoring her messages, pointed to part of the floor of the box with a smooth, flat surface and mimed slapping the base of the dildo against it. Petra realised that the dildo had suction cups so that it could be mounted.
She looked at the smooth, flat surface of the floor of her box and slapped the base of the dildo against it. The suction cups stuck firmly, and the dildo stood upright, ready for her. She looked up at the webcam, her heart pounding in her chest, and took a deep breath. She could feel the eyes of her faceless client on her, waiting, urging her on. Slowly, she moved towards the dildo, her hips swaying gently. She reached out a hand, tracing the length of the silicone shaft, feeling its smooth, rigid surface. She could feel her pussy throbbing with anticipation, her juices already coating her inner thighs. She looked up at the webcam, her eyes filled with desire, and bit her lip. Then, tentatively, she mounted the dildo, sliding her pussy down onto it.
In her box Lisa received a new message from her client.
"Use that vibrator on your clit, baby. I want to see you come for me." Lisa's heart raced as she looked down at the array of sex toys strewn across the floor of her box. She spotted the vibrator, a small, discreet device that hummed softly as she picked it up. She looked back up at the webcam, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She could feel her pussy throbbing with anticipation as she turned the vibrator on, the hum filling the small space. She brought it to her clit, gasping as the vibrations sent waves of pleasure through her body. She closed her eyes, her head tilting back as she began to move the vibrator in slow, circular motions. The sensations were intense, unlike anything she had ever experienced. She could feel her body responding, her muscles tensing and releasing as waves of pleasure washed over her. She moaned softly, her breath coming in short gasps as she lost herself in the sensation. The hum of the vibrator filled the small space, drowning out all other sounds. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as it neared. She opened her eyes, looking up at the webcam, her gaze filled with desire. She could see the messages flashing on her tablet, urging her on, telling her how good she looked, how much they wanted to see her come. She bit her lip, her hips moving in time with the vibrator, her body craving release. She could feel it, she was almost there. She moaned louder, her body tensing as the pleasure became almost too much to bear.
She could feel her orgasm building, her body craving release. She bit her lip, her hips moving in time with the vibrator, her eyes locked onto the webcam. And then, with a final cry, she came, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her. She could feel her pussy pulsing, her juices coating the vibrator and her thighs. She rode out her orgasm, her body trembling, her breath coming in short gasps. When she finally came down, she looked up at the webcam, her eyes filled with satisfaction. There was a final message on her tablet. "Fuck, that was amazing. You're a natural, baby. I'm logging off now, but I'll be back for more. Keep that pussy ready for me." And with that, the client logged off, leaving Lisa alone in her box, her body still tingling from her orgasm.
In Petra's box she had begun to tentatively ride the dildo stuck to the floor.
Her movements were slow, almost hesitant, as she got used to the feeling of the silicone shaft filling her. But her client, apparently unsatisfied with her pace, sent a new message that made her pause. "Ride that thing harder, baby. Show me what you've got." Petra bit her lip, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked up at the webcam, her eyes filled with determination. She could do this, she wanted to please her client. She started to move faster, her hips rising and falling as she slid up and down the dildo. She could feel it rubbing against her walls, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. She moaned softly, her breath coming faster now as she lost herself in the sensation. The client sent another message, "Faster, baby. Fuck that thing like you mean it." Petra gritted her teeth, her hips moving faster and faster as she obeyed.
She could feel the dildo sliding in and out of her, the ridges and textures sending pleasure coursing through her veins. She moaned louder, her breasts bouncing as she rode the silicone cock with gusto. The client's messages kept coming, fueling her excitement. "That's it, baby. Fuck that thing like you own it. Show me how much you love it." Petra's body responded to the commands, her hips moving in a steady, aggressive rhythm. She could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tensing as the pleasure became almost unbearable. She looked up at the webcam, her eyes filled with desire and a wild, primal hunger. "Come for me, baby," the client's message read. "Come all over that dildo, I want to see it." With a final cry, Petra did just that.
Back at the club the bar was beginning to empty as the guests took the doll slaves they had selected up to the private rooms to enjoy a night's pleasure. Miriam knelt by the table in the bar occupied by her client, Alan, a handsome middle-aged man. He was almost finished with his last drink of the night.
"I think it's time for us to go upstairs, Miriam," said Alan with lust in his eyes.
"Of course, Master," said Miriam, rising to her feet, then she hesitated, something occurring to her, "Master, there is something I want to ask you."
"Oh, Yes?" Said Alan as he stood up.
"Master, there's something I'd like to discuss with you before we go upstairs," Miriam said, her voice hesitant yet hopeful. Alan raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh, yes? And what might that be?" Miriam took a deep breath, "Well, Master, you remember Tamar, the new girl who's been working at the front desk? She's been considering becoming a doll slave, and I thought... I thought it might be beneficial for her to see how it works, how much pleasure it can bring." Alan leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "And you want me to allow her to observe us in the private room, is that it?" Miriam nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Yes, Master. I think it would help her make her decision, and perhaps even give her some ideas for her own service." Alan considered this for a moment, then nodded. "Very well, Miriam. Let's go." Miriam led Alan over to the bar where Tamar and Mariska were assisting Kirsty, serving the last few drinks and cleaning up. The bar was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the low hum of conversation. Tamar looked up as they approached, her eyes widening slightly as she took in Alan's handsome features and confident stride. Miriam leaned in and whispered something in Tamar's ear, gesturing towards Alan. Tamar nodded, a small smile playing on her lips as she turned her attention back to wiping down the bar. "Tamar, Mariska, this is Alan," Miriam said, gesturing to the man beside her. "He's agreed to let you two observe us in the private room tonight." Tamar and Mariska exchanged a glance, a mix of excitement and nervousness passing between them. "Thank you, Sir" said Tamar.
"We'll wait for you both upstairs." She and Mariska turned and headed towards the staircase that led to the private rooms, their heels clicking on the polished wooden floor. Miriam and Alan followed, Alan's hand resting possessively on Miriam's lower back. As they reached the top of the stairs, Kirsty emerged from behind the bar, wiping her hands on a cloth. "Kirsty," Tamar called out, "we're going upstairs with Miriam and her client. Could you handle cleaning up the bar and wait for us here before we leave?" Kirsty looked up, her eyes meeting Tamar's. "Of course, Tamar," she replied with a warm smile. "I'll take care of everything here. Just come back down when you're ready to go, and I'll take you both back to the apartment building." Tamar nodded, grateful for Kirsty's help, and turned to follow Miriam and Alan down the hallway towards the private rooms.
As they reached the door to the room Miriam had prepared for Alan, she turned to Tamar and Mariska, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Are you two ready to see a real performance?" she asked, a smirk playing on her lips. "Yes, Miriam," they said in unison, their voices barely above a whisper. Miriam pushed open the door, revealing a dimly lit room filled with plush furniture and soft, flickering candles. In the center of the room, a large four-poster bed dominated the space, draped in rich, silken fabrics. Alan walked in, his eyes scanning the room appreciatively. "Very nice, Miriam," he said, his voice low and husky. "I think you'll both enjoy the show," Miriam replied, winking at Tamar and Mariska as she closed the door behind them.
She turned to Alan, her eyes locked onto his as she began to slowly unbutton her blouse. "Why don't you two make yourselves comfortable?" she said, gesturing to the plush armchairs by the window. Tamar and Mariska exchanged a glance, their hearts pounding in their chests as they took their seats, their eyes never leaving Miriam. Alan sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes hungry as he watched Miriam undress. She took her time, teasingly revealing her body inch by inch. First, she shrugged off her blouse, letting it fall to the floor, revealing a lacy black bra that barely contained her full breasts. Then, she slowly unzipped her skirt, letting it slide down her hips and pool at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a matching thong and heels.
She turned around, giving Alan and the girls a full view of her ass, before slowly bending over to pick up her discarded clothes, giving them a tantalizing glimpse of her pussy. She could hear the sharp intake of breath from behind her, and a low growl from Alan. She smirked to herself, knowing she had them both right where she wanted them. She turned back around, her eyes locked onto Alan's. "Your turn," she said, her voice low and sultry. She sauntered over to him, her hips swaying with each step. She stopped in front of him, her hands reaching for the buttons of his shirt. She began to undo them, one by one, her fingers brushing against his chest with each movement. She could feel his heart pounding beneath her touch, his breath coming faster as she revealed more and more of his tanned, muscular chest. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.
She paused for a moment, taking in the sight of his naked chest, before dropping to her knees in front of him. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire, as she reached for the waistband of his pants. He groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she began to undo his belt, then the button and zipper of his pants. She could feel his cock straining against the fabric, eager for release. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants and boxers, and slowly began to pull them down, revealing his long, thick cock inch by inch. As soon as it sprang free, she didn't hesitate. She leaned forward and took it into her mouth, her lips stretching wide to accommodate his size. She could taste the precum already leaking from the tip, salty and sweet. She heard Alan groan above her, his hands fisting in her hair as she began to move, taking him deeper and deeper into her throat.
But suddenly, he pulled her off him, his breath ragged. "Not like this," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "I want to fuck you, Miriam." Before she could respond, he grabbed her by the arms and pulled her to her feet. He spun her around, pushing her roughly onto the bed. She giggled, her body bouncing slightly as she landed on her front. She could feel the cool silk of the sheets against her skin, her nipples hardening in anticipation. She heard the rustle of fabric behind her, and then Alan was there, his hands gripping her hips, lifting her up onto her knees. She could feel his cock pressing against her pussy, hot and hard. She moaned, arching her back, eager for him to fill her. And then, with one thrust, he did. She cried out, her fingers digging into the sheets as he buried himself deep inside her.
And then, without warning, she felt it - a wave of pleasure crashing over her, so intense it took her breath away. She screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm tore through her, unexpected and overwhelming. She could hear Tamar and Mariska gasp in shock from their seats by the window, their eyes wide with astonishment as they watched Miriam come undone, her body wracked with pleasure.
Alan, caught off guard by Miriam's sudden orgasm, paused, his grip tightening on her hips. "Fuck, Miriam," he groaned, "you're so responsive." Miriam, still trembling from the aftershocks, looked back at him over her shoulder, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "That's just the beginning, Master," she purred.
"Fuck me like you mean it. Don't hold back." Alan growled, his grip on her hips tightening. He withdrew almost entirely before slamming back into her, making her cry out. "Like this, you mean?" he grunted, setting a punishing pace. Miriam moaned, her fingers twisting in the sheets as he pounded into her, his hips slapping against her ass. She could feel every inch of him, his cock filling her completely, rubbing against her walls in ways that made her see stars. "Yes, Master," she gasped, "just like that." She could feel another orgasm building, her body tensing as the pleasure became almost too much to bear. She could hear Tamar and Mariska watching, their breaths coming fast and shallow, turned on by the sight of Miriam being taken so roughly. "Come for me again, Miriam," Alan commanded, his voice dark and dominant.
"I want to feel you milk my cock with that tight little pussy." Miriam, already teetering on the edge, couldn't hold back. She screamed, her body convulsing as another orgasm tore through her, even more intense than the first. She could feel Alan's cock pulsing inside her, his hot seed filling her as he came with a roar. "Fuck, Miriam, you feel so good," he groaned, his grip on her hips tightening as he emptied himself inside her. Tamar and Mariska watched, enraptured, as Miriam and Alan came together, their bodies trembling with the force of their release.
Back at the webcam girl mill under the hotel Lisa and Petra were coming to an end of their hour. From the looks of encouragement from Anoushka they were both doing well.
They had both received a lot of tips and praise from their clients. Lisa's last client had been particularly generous, tipping her a large amount and asking her to do something specific before leaving. She looked at the message on her tablet, her heart pounding in her chest. "You have one final task, my sweet little slut. I want you to come for me one last time, and I want you to do it while fingering your asshole. Show me how much you love being used." Lisa's eyes widened, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and excitement. She had never done anything like that before, but the thought of pleasing her client sent a thrill through her. She looked up at the webcam, her eyes filled with desire, and brought her fingers to her mouth, wetting them with her saliva. She reached behind her, tentatively touching her asshole, her breath coming in short gasps.
She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her body filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She took a deep breath, then slowly, she pushed one finger inside, gasping at the strange, intense sensation. She began to move her finger, slowly at first, then faster, her body responding to the new pleasure. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as the pleasure became almost too much to bear. She looked up at the webcam, her eyes filled with desire, and with a final cry, she came, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her. She could feel her asshole pulsing around her finger, her juices coating her thighs as she rode out her orgasm. The client's final message appeared on her tablet. "Nice work, slut."
In her box Petra's last client was even more demanding.
She had been fucking herself with the biggest dildo provided, her pussy stretched wide around it, as per his instructions. But now, he wanted more. "Ass, baby. I want to see you stretch that tight little asshole. Shove that vibrator in there and fuck yourself with that dildo." Petra hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked up at the webcam, her eyes filled with nervous excitement, and reached for the vibrator. It was small, but thick, and she could feel her asshole clenching at the thought of it. She lubed it up, her hands shaking slightly, then brought it to her ass. She took a deep breath, and slowly, she pushed it inside. She gasped at the strange, intense sensation, her body tensing as her asshole stretched to accommodate the vibrator.
She began to move it, slowly at first, then faster, her body responding to the new pleasure. But the client wasn't satisfied. "Faster, baby. Fuck that dildo harder. I want to see you come undone." She could feel the dildo sliding in and out of her pussy, the vibrator in her ass sending jolts of pleasure through her body. The sensations were overwhelming, the line between pain and pleasure blurring. She could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tensing as the pleasure became almost too much to bear. The simultaneous pain and pleasure made Petra cum explosively, her juices coating the dildo and her thighs as she rode out her orgasm.
She let out a final, shuddering gasp, her body going limp as she slumped forward, spent. She was vaguely aware of the client's final message appearing on her tablet. "Good girl, that was fucking hot. I'm logging off now, but I'll be back for more." And with that, the client logged off, leaving Petra alone in her box, her body still tingling from her intense orgasm. She took a moment to catch her breath, then reached down to remove the dildo and vibrator, her pussy and asshole throbbing in protest. Just as she was about to stand up and stretch, the door to her box swung open, revealing Anoushka standing in the doorway, a satisfied smirk on her face. "Your time is up, girls," she announced, her eyes scanning the two of them, "I think an hour is enough of an experience for you girls."
"You two did amazing," Anoushka said, her eyes scanning the girls as they stepped out of their boxes. "You've earned the hotel a good amount tonight. Well done." She clapped her hands together, a smile spreading across her face. "Now, let's get you both cleaned up. I'll show you to the showers." Anoushka led Lisa and Petra down a narrow hallway, the sound of running water growing louder with each step. "We have a communal shower room for the girls to clean up after their shifts," she explained, pushing open a heavy door. The room beyond was steamy and bright, filled with the hum of multiple showerheads. Lisa and Petra hesitated for a moment, taking in the sight of the other girls scrubbing themselves clean, their bodies glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights. "Don't be shy, girls," Anoushka urged, giving them a gentle push forward. "It's nothing you haven't seen before." She followed them inside, closing the door behind her. "There are towels and soap on the shelves over there," she said, pointing to a row of wooden benches lined with neatly folded towels.
"Make sure you clean yourselves thoroughly. We have high standards here at The Doll House." Lisa and Petra nodded, beginning to undress as they made their way towards the showers. Anoushka watched them for a moment, then stripped off her own clothes and joined them under one of the steaming jets. "So, what did you two think of your first hour in the mill?" she asked, tilting her head back to wet her hair. Lisa and Petra exchanged a glance, then Lisa spoke up. "It was... interesting," she said, a small smile playing on her lips. "I didn't expect it to be so... intense." Anoushka chuckled, reaching for the soap. "That's the point, my dear. Our clients want intensity, and it's our job to give it to them." She lathered up her body, her eyes scanning the girls. "But enough about us. What did you two really think?" Petra spoke up first, her voice thoughtful. "It was fun, actually. More fun than I expected. But I don't think I could do it for longer than an hour. It's... intense, like you said." Anoushka nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Exactly, Petra. It's meant to be intense. But it's not for everyone. Some girls find they enjoy it more than others." She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at Petra. "Is there something else you wanted to ask me, dear?" Petra hesitated, then took a deep breath. "Anoushka, can I ask you something?" she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Anoushka raised an eyebrow, a curious expression on her face. "Of course, Petra. What is it you want to know?" Petra took a deep breath, then blurted out, "Has Isabella talked to you about putting Natasha and the other two madams in the mill?" "Yes," said Anoushka, "she has. She told me what you and the others endured in that horrible Russian brothel and asked me about arranging an appropriate punishment for them now that they are dolls." Anoushka paused, her eyes scanning Petra's face, gauging her reaction. "I suggested something... permanent." Petra's eyes widened, her heart pounding in her chest. "What do you mean, 'permanent'?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Anoushka's lips curled into a cruel smile. "Well, my dear, I thought it might be fitting for them to experience a taste of their own medicine. They'll be placed in the mill, just like other new dolls. But unlike the others, they won't be given the option to leave. They'll be there 24/7, with only occasional breaks to be fed and cleaned." Petra nodded, imagining that would be an appropriate punishment for the cruel women. "And as an extra imposition on top of that they'll be the only ones getting clients from the list." "What list?" Asked Petra.
"Oh, that list," Anoushka said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Yes, we keep a list of our most... discerning clients. The ones with tastes that are a bit more... exotic, shall we say. They're usually shared among all the girls in the mill, but once Natasha and the other madams are in the boxes, that list will be exclusively assigned to them." Petra's eyes widened. "You mean they'll be forced to service those clients? The ones who... who..." "Who like to push boundaries," Anoushka finished for her, a cold smile on her face. "Yes, exactly. It seems only fitting, don't you think? After all, they subjected you and the other girls to far worse in that brothel." Petra nodded, a shiver running down her spine at the memory. "That sounds... perfect," she said, a wicked smile spreading across her face. "I can't think of a more fitting punishment for them." Anoushka chuckled, turning off the shower and reaching for a towel. "I'm glad you approve, Petra. Isabella thought you might appreciate it." She wrapped the towel around her body, then stepped out of the shower, leaving Lisa and Petra to finish cleaning up, "Join me in the office for a drink once you're cleaned up."
Lisa and Petra finished their shower and got dresses, then joined Anoushka, still only wearing a towel, in the webcam mill office, where she was reclining on a couch with a glass of wine watching a wall of monitors showing feeds from the various boxes in the mill, each one showing one of the girls responding to client demands. "I've poured you girls some wine, " Anoushka said, indicating large glasses of red wine on a table, "take a seat." Lisa and Petra thanked her and sat down in comfortable armchairs, their eyes flicking between various girl's performances on the screens.
Anoushka took a sip of her wine, then turned to Petra, "You seemed quite interested in Natasha's situation earlier. Would you like to watch her performances sometime?" Petra's eyes widened, her interest piqued. "Really? You can do that?" Anoushka chuckled, "Of course. I can set you up with a secure login to the mill's system. You can watch the feed from anywhere at any time." She reached for her laptop, pulling it onto her lap. "What's your email address? I'll send you the login details." Petra quickly gave her the information, her heart pounding with excitement. "Thank you, Anoushka. I really appreciate this." Anoushka waved her hand dismissively, "Think nothing of it, dear. It's the least I can do after what you've been through." She hit send on the email, then closed the laptop and took another sip of her wine.
Just as she was about to say something to the girls, one of the screens caught her eye. A new doll, numbered 132, was struggling with a client's demands. Anoushka watched for a moment, her brow furrowing as the girl hesitated, her body tense. "Damn it," Anoushka muttered, reaching for her tablet. She quickly typed out a message in the chat app, her fingers flying over the screen. "Hey doll, it's Anoushka. You're doing great, just take a deep breath and relax. Remember, you're in control here. You can do this." She hit send, her eyes fixed on the screen.
A moment later, the girl, doll number 132, looked down at her tablet, her eyes scanning the message. Anoushka held her breath, hoping the words had the desired effect. Then, to her relief, the girl looked back up at the camera, a small smile playing on her lips. She took a deep breath, her shoulders relaxing slightly, and Anoushka could see the change in her immediately. The girl's movements became more fluid, her body language more confident. She was no longer just going through the motions, she was embracing her role, and it showed. Anoushka let out a sigh of relief, leaning back in her chair. "There we go," she murmured, taking a sip of her wine. "That's better."
Anoushka said, watching the girl on the screen regain her composure. "You know, Petra," she said, turning to the younger woman, "I've always found that a kind word can go a long way in helping the new dolls adjust to their new lives here in the mill." Petra nodded, impressed. "You handled that beautifully, Anoushka. I couldn't have done it half as well." Anoushka smiled, taking another sip of her wine. "Why, thank you, dear. I've had plenty of practice. Most of the new dolls who come through here are terrified at first, and it's my job to make their transition as smooth as possible. After all, a happy doll is a productive doll." She paused, her eyes scanning the various screens. "Of course, there are exceptions. Like you and Lisa, for instance. You two are different. PPS dolls like you are optimised for combat, not sex. Although I saw from your performances that you have most of the same sexual instincts as other dolls." Lisa nodded, a blush creeping up her cheeks at the memory of her time serving Victor. "Yes, I suppose I do," she admitted. "Though it's a bit embarrassing to talk about." Anoushka leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Oh, there's no need to be embarrassed, Lisa. After all, it's just a natural part of being a doll. And besides, I'm sure you've had plenty of practice with Victor, haven't you?" Lisa hesitated for a moment, then nodded, her blush deepening. "Yes, I have," she said softly. "Quite a bit, actually." Lisa replied, taking a sip of her wine. "Lisa, I've been meaning to ask you something." Petra interjected, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Will I be expected to... serve Victor in the same way, if I'm assigned to his security detail?" Lisa raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on her lips. "Ah, I see. Well, Petra, that depends on several factors. But if you're asking if it's a possibility, then yes, it's almost inevitable." She leaned back in her chair, her eyes scanning Petra's face. "Victor has certain... appetites, and he expects his security detail to be able to cater to them. Whether or not you'll be called upon to do so depends on his mood and your availability. But rest assured, if he does request your services, you'll enjoy it." Petra nodded, her heart pounding in her chest.
Back at the club Tamar and Mariska were still watching Miriam and Alan's lovemaking session in the private room. "I think I've seen enough," Tamar whispered to Mariska, "let's go back downstairs and meet Kirsty." Mariska nodded, her eyes still fixed on Miriam and Alan, who were now locked in a passionate 69 on the bed, their moans filling the room. The two girls slipped out of the room, unnoticed by the entwined couple, and made their way back down to the bar area. Kirsty was behind the bar, wiping down the counter with a cloth, her eyes scanning the room as she worked. She looked up as Tamar and Mariska approached, a smile spreading across her face. "Hey, you two," she said, setting down the cloth and leaning against the bar. "How was the show?" Tamar grinned, her cheeks flushing slightly. "It was... educational," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Mariska nodded, her eyes wide. "Very educational," she agreed. Kirsty chuckled, her eyes scanning the girls' faces. "I'm glad you two enjoyed it.
But I'm curious, Tamar," Kirsty said, her gaze turning serious as she focused on the Georgian girl, "has watching Miriam and Alan tonight helped you make up your mind about becoming a doll slave yourself?" Tamar hesitated, her eyes flicking between Kirsty and Mariska. She took a deep breath, then spoke softly, " I've made up my mind. I want to become a doll." Kirsty's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly recovered, a smile spreading across her face. "That's wonderful, Tamar," she said, her voice warm with genuine happiness. "I'm so glad you've decided to join us. But I must warn you, it's not an easy decision to make. Are you sure this is what you want?" Tamar nodded, her expression determined. "Yes, I'm sure. I've seen what the dolls can do, how they live, what they feel. I want to be a doll." Kirsty nodded, her smile softening. "I understand, Tamar. And I'm here to help you every step of the way. But first, we need to talk to Victor."