*Slow sunday*
Minna watched from the door frame as Amy slept. Her eyes wandered over the dolls bare skin, Minna could feel Anthony standing behind her, his breath against her neck, his mouth slowly moving towards her ear, “Its time to get to work Minna” he whispered.
Minna was more than willing to pay the messy price that the dreams left her with, but she cursed that they ended too soon. She collected her bed sheets in a basket together with some clothing and placed it by the door. It was sunday, and it was definitely not time for work.
The weekend had so far gone according to plan. Friday night she had more or less collapsed as she stepped inside her apartment, and saturday had been perfectly eventless. The thought of having nothing to do today was however no longer a welcome one, Minna was bored. She thought about taking a walk, or washing the content of the basket, neither was appealing enough to put into action. She let her fingers run across the table as her mind tried to find something to do. Her old yoga mat was still in one of the boxes that she had yet to unpack, and although it wasnt a tempting idea she could use the exercise.
She placed her box upon the kitchen table and unfolded the lid. The yoga mat stood wrapped against one of the boxs corner but Minnas gaze quickly moved to the rest of the forgotten content. There was a small framed picture of her mom and dad, another one of her first dog, a few old notebooks, The content was placed on the table, her laptop, having been at the bottom , was the last item up. She sat down and flicked through the notebooks with a smile. The pictures were dusted off and placed on the window sill. The computer was placed on a chair in the corner of her bedroom, a corner which was intended to become a study section, needless to say it was a work in progress as all that occupied the area was the chair.
As the sun left sunday and the city grew quiet Minna prepared herself for bed. The bed had clean sheets and her body was newly showered. She wrapped herself into her bed, embracing the pleasant sensation of a bed not yet heated by the body. Sleeping usually came easy but tonight Minna was alert. She thought about what tomorrow would bring, and what her dreams would let her explore. After a few minutes she gave up and sat upright, she looked at her computer and thought she might as well pass the time online.
After having plugged in the laptop and placed it over her lap she pressed the unbutton, unsure if it even would start. It did, but the laptop was not in a hurry. She browsed news, there was apparently a coup somewhere. It was all boring and soon she yawned, ready to put the computer away, when she saw an add of Maribell, advertised as a gentlemans companion. Her eyes widened and she clicked the link, taking her to the sex dolls. “The future of sexual adventure is here” greeted Minna as she had reached the homepage of Hampton Online. There was information about different models, selectable adjustments and customer promises. The price tags that followed was to Minna astronomical, it would take her years of saving to save that much, “besides” she thought, “What would I even do with one” her mind turned around and the counter argument arose “what wouldnt I do with one”.
Added to each doll was a video, by the looks of the descriptions it contained usage of the doll. Minna rapidly clicked the file but nothing happened, you had to become a member, something that only brought frustration to Minna. But then it hit her that there must be porn of dolls, the thought of porn never gave her any arousal but this was different, this did. She opened a new page and searched for “Sexdoll porn” and the internet provided. So many links, each more promising than the other. Apparently there was a certain genre called “Unpacking” followed by the name of a doll. She clicked one, after some time loading a man was heard, he must have been holding the camera with his right hand as a large left hand forcefully tore through the shielding of the box, A doll was picked up by the throat, lifted into the air, followed by the mans deep low voice “Welcome home Iris”.
*Faulty wiring*
“Looks like you are burning the candle at both ends bambi” John greeted her as he took a seat next to Minna in the breakroom. Minnas forehead was resting against her palm. Her eyes were red, her hair was a moderate mess. The eruptions that her body and mind had released during the night was something Minna never had experienced the magnitude of. She hadnt slept more than a few hours. “Fun weekend huh?” John continued, his tone of voice evidence of the joy he took watching her in this state. Minna made some sounds that definitely wasnt words. John gave her a heavy pat on the back, “Happens to the best of us”.
Minna had contemplated calling in sick but a part of Minna thought that easy excuses was a slippery slope and that part had forced the reluctant rest of Minna towards the factory. Last night Minna had quickly taken a liking to the videos uploaded by TheBull. Not only was he extremely easy on the eyes, but he had the equipment to make his chosen name justice, and oboy did he know how to use it. According to Minna itt was the perfect amount of roughness, he didnt completely tare the dolls apart, as some seemed to find enjoyment in, but rather methodically pounded, slammed, and thrust, until he was satisfied, and his amount of satisfaction was truly impressive. Minna liked how he talked as he worked the doll over, his breathing heavily, holding the camera in one hand and the doll steadily in the other. He would explain what he was doing and why, telling the viewer what to look for at certain moments as he used it. In Minnas mind he was talking directly to her, and she would reply with enthusiasm, praising his work..
The day proceed, even if it was at snail pace, the physical work kept Minna awake. Around lunch Anthony called her, asking if they could meet up after work, and even though seeing Anthonys name on her phone made her forget how tired she was, she did try to arrange another day to no avail. It was this afternoon or “another time”. They met up at the cities north waterfront, where the evening breeze is a welcomed element during July. Minna had taken control of her hair situation after the shower at work and felt good about herself for the first time of the day.
They bought ice cream and walked along the beachwalk, talking about the good old times. Minna wanted to talk about work, his work, but sensed resistance and was too tired to push. Anthony was envious when Minna told him about her boring weekend, as according to himself, his weekend had consisted of “too many people that were too boring”. After a pause but still on the subject he asked if Minna wanted to come over for a party that was being held by his dad this coming friday. The question made Minna a bit skeptical, she was looking forward to sleeping the entire weekend away, after some hesitation a smiling Anthony added “There will be food”, she chuckled and agreed to come.
*Castlelike*
Minnas eyes peered out over the city as the cab made its way up the hill located south of the city. The buildings that they now drove passed grew bigger and more impressive by the mile. They could no longer be called large houses, these were mansions. Minna suddenly felt a panic rising that she was under dressed, sure her jeans were new and the blouse was one of her nicer, but she wished she brought the blazer.
The panic she felt only grew stronger as the cab turned right and Minna finally saw her destination. A large stone mansion could be seen at the end of the road. They passed under a golden arch, “The Hampton Estate”, and after a wave of surprise everything fell into place, she remembered her childhood friends last name, she remembered his currently occupation, and she looked at a manifestation of accumulated wealth and absolute power. It was surreal, it must have taken them a good minute to drive the graveled road through the front yard.
The clock had passed 8 pm and light had slowly given way to darkness. As the cab stopped Minna pondered asking the cab driver to take her back, certain that this was a mistake. But then she saw him, Anthony was standing on top of the large stone stairs, he was looking at the cab with a smile and raised is hand in greeting, his expression and his clothes made most of Minnas panic go away. The smile she answered Anthony with as she got out of the cab was genuine. She smiled all the way up the stairs holding his gaze, “I had forgotten your last name Anthony Hampton”his smile grew larger as he shook her hand “I am glad you did”.
Minna was under dressed, there was no question about it, but there were others that were dressed equally care free, Minna was glad that Anthony was one of them. “I dont know what to say” Minna said as she stood in the large entrance of the building, she turned around herself, inspecting the delicate decoration, but there was too much to see, art, chandeliers, the very walls with its shadows from the tasteful lighting, “Its something alright” Anthony replied, looking around as well but used to the current surrounding. Anthony took two glasses from a passing tray and handed her one, “I am glad you are here” Anthony said as he handed her one, “You know what, so am I Anthony” Minna replied “So what happens now, do I greet the host?” Anthony took a sip and shook his head with a smile, “Dad is one of the boring people, lets stay clear of them tonight”, Minna agreed with a smirk.
Anthony didnt seem to want to socialise with any of the other guests, but the feeling was not returned. They were stopped regularly and Anthony politely gave each one a minute. Minna would do her best not to lose Anthony out of sight but when she found the room containing the food all hope was lost, she was starving and the options were endless. She took a plate and filled it with stuff she couldnt name, careful to not load the plate up too much but promising to return. There didnt seem to be any tables to sit by, and those she saw was already in use, she didnt mind and walked from room to room, eating the small delicious bundles on her plate.
Minna explored the bottom floor more than she searched for ANthony, she felt safe, and the party was large enough so that it she didnt stand out walking alone. Stairs seemed to be off limits, red ribbons crossed the pathway of every stair that Minna saw, but apart from that every room on the first floor seemed to be fair game. she walked into a room that lacked windows to the outside and let her eyes stroll across the walls. Her plate was nearly empty. so it wasnt that much of a waste that she dropped it. Her eyes was transfixed on the one wall that lacked any art or decoration, just five holes in waist height. It had taken her a second as she presumed that the red in the middle of each hole was part of some sort of art installation that she didnt understand, but now she knew that they were lips. She walked closer, and squated, the closest hole opened its lips, its tongue covering the lower lip, saliva quickly hanging from it, landing on the floor.
“Bambi?” Minnas entire body froze as she recognized the male voice behind her.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/cxz2hs/the_doll_factory_part_79_slowburn
Oh you always end it too soon!