by Jenna Rose
Doll
Jenna Rose
Copyright © 2019 by Jenna Rose
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Contents
1. Gwen
2. Kai
3. Gwen
4. Kai
5. Gwen
6. Gwen
7. Kai
8. Gwen
9. Gwen
10. Kai
11. Gwen
12. Kai
Epilogue
Chapter One
Gwen
“Seriously, I really don’t know what you’re so uptight about! You can position the camera so no one sees your face—just the…naughty bits.”
“Tiffany,” I replied. “No disrespect to you or anything. But that’s just something I can’t do.”
Tiffany, my best friend, frowned at me in the same way she’d done countless times throughout our friendship and would undoubtedly do countless times again. That frown said; you disappoint me, Gwen.
It still stung, but I’d mostly learned to get over it. Tiffany and I, while friends, were polar opposites. She was an extrovert and I was an introvert. She drank, I didn’t. She got attention from guys, I didn’t. She was always the center of the fun and I was always just on the outside of it all. But recently, to make money, Tiffany had taken up a new hobby—one she was doing her best to include me in.
That hobby? Being a cam girl.
“What’s the big deal?” she huffed. “You don’t have, like, a pussy tattoo or something do you?”
“What? No!” I laughed.
“A piercing?”
“No!”
“Admit it,” she pressed. “You got your hood pierced!”
“No, I didn’t—”
She gasped. “Your clit!? Like the actual thing?!”
“Tiffany! No!”
“I saw this video once where a boyfriend actually pierces his girlfriend’s clit with a needle at home with like an old sock or something stuffed into her mouth and then he fucks her.”
“Oh, God…”
“It’s actually really hot once you get over just how traumatizing it is.”
“That’s something I think I could go to my grave having not seen.”
“My point is this,” she continued, scooching up closer to me as we sat on the couch in my parents’ basement. “If no one can tell that it’s you—if no one can see your face—then why not just rub your fucking pussy for a bunch of anonymous strangers on the internet? It pays well, Gwen. Really well.”
I could see her argument, and her results. Tiffany had gone from being that girl who needed guys to buy her things, to the girl who wanted them to do it, because she was making enough money now to afford basically anything she wanted. Not only was she hot as Hell, she also had a special…talent.
Tiffany was a squirter.
I’d never actually seen her do it—and had no desire to see my best friend performing her sought-after skill—but I’d seen videos of other girls doing it.
There was still a ton of debate on the internet about what it was exactly that was spraying out of those girls like a garden hose with a thumb over the mouth. Was it pee? Was it something else? Female ejaculation was the technical term, and Tiffany could do it. She’d spray her webcam and actually had to invest in a waterproof one, and the guys would pay big bucks for it. And seeing as how I was in some pretty terrible financial straits, Tiffany had offered to bring me in, show me the ropes and also promo me on her channel, which seeing as how she already had thousands of fans, would be a huge and immediate boost to mine. But I just couldn’t do it.
It wasn’t because I thought it was wrong or anything like that. I wasn’t one to pass judgment on what a girl did to make her living, it’s just that I knew I simply wasn’t cut out for it.
You had to actually know what you were doing and I didn’t. It wasn’t just boys I had basically no experience with—it was everything.
Sure, I’d touched myself down there a few times as we all do when we’re young and learning about our bodies. But I’d never managed to find any success. It would feel good but then I’d reach the point where I’d just sort of stop, fizzle out. My proverbial spacecraft would fly nice and high but wouldn’t quite reach orbit before coming crashing back down to Earth and leaving me in a disgruntled heap on my bed, sweating and angry, wondering what the Hell was wrong with me.
Of course, I hadn’t told Tiffany that. She just thought I was stuck up or a prude or something and had a problem with the morality of camming. But that just wasn’t it. I literally had no idea how to do what needed to be done and wasn’t even sure if I could fake it. I could just picture some guy sitting at home, judging me like Simon Cowell judging a bad singer, posting comments in the chat about how terrible I was and how I was just faking it.
But still, Tiffany had a point; I did need money. I’d been accepted to Connecticut College, but with rising tuition prices, there was just no way my parents could afford to send me there, and I wasn’t looking forward to being $150,000 in debt for the next twenty years of my life either. It was either make money and go to Connecticut College, my dream school, or head to UCONN with Tiffany on in-state tuition. It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, but it just wasn’t my dream. So, right now Tiffany’s plan was the only one on the table.
“I know it pays well, Tiff,” I groaned. “I just don’t think I can do it.”
“What is the big deal?” she finally scoffed. “I always knew you were a little bit of a prude, but damn.”
“It’s not that, Tiff,” I replied. “It’s just…”
“What?”
“I just…”
“What, Gwen?”
“I’ve never really…done that,” I admitted. The silence that hung in the air for the next few seconds was like a guillotine blade dangling above my head.
“Wait—done what?”
“That,” I replied.
There. It’s all out in the open.
Gwen didn’t just let her jaw drop. She looked at me like I’d just told her I was an alien who’d taken control of her best friend’s body and was here to conquer Earth and I needed her help to do it.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Gwen!?”
I sighed and collapsed onto my back. “No, Tiffany. I’m not.”
“So you’ve never even—come?”
“Please don’t make me say it,” I sighed.
“Holy motherfucking jumping Jesus!” she exclaimed. “Girl, how are you still alive?!”
I burst out laughing and propped myself up on my elbows and looked at her.
“I mean—seriously! If I don’t get at least one nut a day, I rage harder than when I’m on my period!”
“Tiffany!” I laughed.
“I’m serious! You know how they say an apple a day? Yeah, well that saying really should be a big-O a day keeps the crazy away.”
“Maybe I’ll put that on a bumper sticker and sell it,” I laughed.
“Hey, if it pays for your tuition,” she laughed. She checked her phone and frowned. “Max wants me to come over. I gotta run.”
“You’re still sleeping with that idiot?” I groaned.
“Hey, I know he’s a fuck boy,” she admitted. “But he’s got a huge dick and he’s gonna do boy-girl shows with me on cam and doesn’t want any of the money.”
“He’s just happy to be getting laid,” I replied. Tiffany winked and finger-gunned me.
“Bingo!” She got up and headed for the door, but not before giving me a very stern look. “Look, Gwen. I’m worried about you.”
; I had to laugh. She was talking to me like I’d just told her I was thinking about going on a murder spree and she had to stop me. Telling her I’d never gotten off before had thrown her for a loop. I could see she still wasn’t even sure she fully believed me.
“Go online, get yourself a vibrator.”
“Tiff—”
“A big one!” she insisted. “Powered by like a fucking lawnmower engine if possible! Throw on some PornHub, or think about your dream guy or celebrity crush or whatever, slap that bad boy on your clit and don’t move until you fucking come! You get what I’m saying?”
“I get what you’re saying,” I chuckled.
“Oh—and then come cam with me!”
She walked quickly from the room, texting Max on her way.
“Not going to happen!” I called after her.
But she was already gone. I heard the front door slam and slumped back down as I thought about how much I sometimes wished I was her.
Tiffany had it all. Good looks, popularity, guys fawning all over her, dick appointments whenever she wanted them (not that I wanted to have multiple appointments on any given day—just one, thank you very much!) and most of all, self-confidence, which I was seriously lacking.
After staring at the paint chip in my ceiling where my old Bieber poster used to hang, I sat up and opened my laptop, went to Google and did a search: vibrators.
I pressed enter and a million results came up. Remembering what Tiffany had told me, I refined the search: powerful vibrators.
More results came up and I clicked the first one. It looked like a massager that my grandpa used to use on his back before passing out on the couch after Thanksgiving dinner. It took me to a site filled with all kinds of things; dildos, vibrators, some pink circular looking thing with nubs all over it that I couldn’t even begin to understand.
The blurb sounded great and it had four and a half stars, but then I noticed the price,
$187.45.
“Fuck!” I growled. “Even that costs more money than I have.”
I sighed and was about to close my laptop when something else caught my eye. It wasn’t a sex toy; it was an ad.
Too scared to cam? Too pure for porn? Get paid to be a doll! Click here to get cast!
“Cast?” I thought as I clicked the ad.
Another tab opened, taking me to a company site.
Goddesses of Ecstasy Companion Dolls—For the discerning man.
At first I thought I was looking at a bunch of tiny, stuffed animal-sized dolls of naked women, but as I kept scrolling and clicked on one of them, I realized what I was really looking at.
Full-sized sex dolls, like blow-up dolls, but made from some kind of latex or plastic or something. They listed no price, which meant they were definitely quite expensive.
“Good thing I’m not buying,” I thought, scrolling back up to the top of the page. I clicked the menu where it said “Apply to be a Doll Now” and started reading.
Hmmm, I thought. Interesting…
Chapter Two
Kai
“Sex dolls, Rufus?” I growled from my desk. “Seriously?”
My desk. I still hadn’t gotten used to the idea that my father’s enormous walnut battle station was mine now, but after he passed away last month, I’d been forced to step up and take over the company much earlier than I’d expected.
He’d been a great man, my father, and took Forte Industries from nothing and built it into a towering multi-billion-dollar company. But he’d gotten himself into some financial trouble before he died and left me, his only son, with an enormous mess to deal with. And today, I was meeting with Rufus Spirros, the chief operating officer of the company, to figure out what we were going to do.
“Hey, Goddesses of Ecstasy bring in a good chunk of change,” Rufus shrugged. “Not world-changing or anything, but we need capital right now, Kai, and cutting profitable revenue streams because it grosses you out just seems premature.”
“Well, if anyone knows about being premature, Rufus, that’d be you, not me,” I replied.
“My wife would correct you there.”
“Yeah? What about your girlfriend? Or should I say, girlfriends?”
Rufus put his hands up like I was the police. “Ya got me! But that still doesn’t change the fact that cutting out capital at a time like this is the wrong way to go. We hire these girls, broke and in need of money, for pennies on the dollar, cast their bodies and turn them into sex toys. More real than real. Guys love them! Just because you have a problem with sex dolls—”
“I don’t have a problem with them, Rufus,” I interrupted. “I know some guys might want or need them. I have a problem with the big fucking career-ending story that’s about to come out about them if we don’t get ahead of the thing!”
Rufus scoffed and waved his hands. “Unsubstantiated rumor mill bullshit. Some internet blogger with a pine cone up her twat—”
“It doesn’t matter, Rufus! If that story blows up, which it looks like it’s going to, and we’re still churning out fuck dolls, what are we going to look like? No—it’s better we just shut it down now, and if that’s going to happen, the least I can do is handle it myself.”
“I dunno, boss. I think it’s a bad move.”
“Yeah? Well, it’s a good thing you’re not the one in charge then, isn’t it?”
Rufus shrugged. “No offense, pal, but I’ve been at this longer than you. I know the business better.”
“Maybe,” I replied. “But I know a scandal when I see one, and I know that we should be taking this company where it needs to be—renewable and alternative energy sources, philanthropy, environmentally conscious products—not a sex toy company that’s rumored to be exploiting the girls—or worse!”
Rufus frowned.
“Why don’t you come with me?” he suggested. “I’ll show you the goods. Think it’ll change your mind about shutting them down. Maybe you could take one home with you, seeing as how you aren’t getting any right now anyway.”
He was trying to appeal to my most basic masculine nature; show the boss some tits and ass, get him hard and get him to keep the company. I also couldn’t quite understand why Rufus was so hell-bent on keeping the division. It wasn’t like he had a stake in it. Maybe he was just a big perv and kept free samples for himself.
But he was right—I wasn’t “getting any right now.” It wasn’t lack of options. A billionaire always has those. But I’d grown tired of the parade of vapid gold diggers with fake tits and even faker smiles. All they wanted was my money. I saw right through them.
“I’ll handle our little issue,” Rufus replied, waving his hand. “What’s a COO good for if not managing bullshit in his boss’ life?”
He flashed me that million-dollar smile that had helped him move up the ladder at Forte. It worked on everybody, including me sometimes. I buzzed Janine in the front office.
“Janine? Hold my calls unless it’s urgent. I’m heading out of the office for an hour.”
“There he is!” Rufus exclaimed. “The man! Ready to have some fun!”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, pal. If I’m not satisfied with what I see, we’re shutting it down.”
I said that to make him happy and get him to shut the fuck up, but the fact of the matter was I was going to shut Goddesses of Ecstasy down when we got there, I just felt like the people deserved to hear it in person. I couldn’t understand what had motivated my father to acquire the company in the first place, and it was about time we got rid of it and moved on to the things we were meant to be doing.
I was quiet for most of the ride in the Maybach, listening to Rufus’ tales of debauchery, his time in Tijuana and all the girls he’d had down there.
“Dollar goes far in Mexico!” he laughed as we pulled up to the office of the doll company and stepped out.
“Thanks, Bruno,” I nodded to the driver.
“This is it,” Rufus said with a smile as we stepped through the door. The office was small, with ju
st one woman at the phone. She looked like she’d rather be doing anything else. Rufus flashed her his trademark grin as we passed. “Smile, Paula. Life’s short!”
“Fuck yourself, Rufus—” she started to reply, but when she looked up and saw me, she went pale as a ghost. “I mean—I’m sorry, sir—”
“Don’t be,” I laughed. “I’ve said that to him many a time.”
We went through the door into the back and that’s when Rufus really started beaming. Three girls sat in chairs, obviously here in response to the ads to have their bodies cast to be one of the dolls. They were undeniably good-looking. The first was a blonde with long legs, the second was a brunette with perfect breasts on full display beneath a white t-shirt with no bra, and the third was fit, probably a personal trainer.
“Butterface on the gym rat,” Rufus chuckled to me. “But I bet she’s got an ass I’d eat without thinking twice! Why don’t I introduce you? We could bring all three home tonight?”
“Why don’t we not, Rufus?” I replied. “Who’s in charge here anyway?”
But before Rufus could answer, the door opened and another girl stepped into the room. And when she did, my entire world shifted forever. I actually had to reach out and brace myself on the doorframe to keep from falling over, doing my best to make it look like a casual lean.
Holy fuck, look at her!
She didn’t belong here. Not in a place like this. She was too innocent. I could see it in those beautiful blue eyes that she was looking at me with that were making me weak in the knees. She was the definition of gorgeous and she didn’t even know it.
From the looks of her, she was a college girl, or on her way to being one. She was wearing black yoga pants that hugged every one of her delicious curves, and although she was holding a sweatshirt, she wore a fraying t-shirt that did nothing to hide her spectacular tits from anyone who wanted to look at them.