Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Carefully, I stand up straight, then take tiptoed steps in a half circle and a few to the side until I can see myself from head to toe in the LED-lit mirror without the trunk being in my way.
And then…
I smile.
I genuinely smile.
The woman staring back at me might not look exactly like the intimacy companion I felt up at my store, but she does look… sexy as hell.
Aside from the hair, makeup, and schoolgirl attire, the shoes do things for my body I’ve never seen before. At the mall, I’d been wearing jeans and a T-shirt, and I just made sure the heels fit comfortably enough I could walk and then would be able to dance in them while holding onto the pole. But looking at my reflection in the over-the-top Mary Janes now, I can’t help but admire the way my legs look a mile long, especially paired with the thigh-high socks that leave a few inches of skin exposed between the top pink stripe and the bottom of my pleated miniskirt.
I take a couple baby steps to turn to the side, and the shoes have somehow changed my posture. My butt seems like it’s been lifted, the hem of the skirt hanging in a way that’s a sexy invitation to reach beneath it and grab a handful. My back is arched, and the scientist in me does a quick calculation to figure out it’s my body’s way of countering the extra height beneath my heels that’s higher than that beneath my toes. There’s a platform, yes, but my heels are still elevated more than the balls of my feet, which causes my body to naturally situate itself to stay upright. Meaning, booty out and lower back swayed.
And it looks damn good.
My waist may not be as tiny around as the doll’s, but the miniskirt’s waistband sits right above my belly button, accentuating the smallest part before the pleated fabric gently flares. The two-inch band is tight but not enough to make anything bulge above it, showing just a hint of skin between it and the knotted shirt. When I look down at my body instead of in the reflection, my small breasts look admittedly pretty inside the unlined lace cups of the bra, and I glance up once more, then dip into one of the moves Crystal taught me.
“Oh yeah. Décolletage on point,” I say softly, then stand up straight again. “But something is missing.” My brow furrows, tilting my head to figure out what the heck I’ve forgotten. And then it hits me. “Oh shit!” I open the zipper of the inner pocket of my bag and pull out my collar for the evening. This one isn’t my official collar, just meant for play, but since the charm from my formal one is on a lobster claw clasp, I was able to attach it the silver ring in the center of this pink-and-black leather choker that buckles at the back of my neck. I adjust it so the circular charm with a numeral 7 in the middle, surrounded by the words Mystical, Wisdom, and Divinity, is centered at my throat.
With a final onceover, I give myself a surprising but confident nod of approval, and then I step back over to the right side of the mirror and touch the glowing button to turn off its bright light.
I turn around and spot the box the intimacy companion was delivered in at my store. It’s been set up in the corner of the room beneath the spotlight that’s normally shining down on a lockable cage with a mattress on top of it, which was removed for tonight’s scene. I’ve seen it in use a few times. The most startling had been a woman and two men engaged in loud, boisterous sex atop the mattress, while a man who had his penis locked in a little cage of its own kneeled on his spread knees, watching what was happening above him in the mirror now behind me.
After seeing that on a trip to the restroom, since they left the curtain wide open—but hooked the velvet rope across the entryway, which meant they wanted to be watched but not joined—and had a small crowd watching outside the playroom, I returned to the booth our group was hanging out in. I definitely had to have Seven explain what was going on in the scene, then immediately had Doc break down the psychology of it for me, because I just couldn’t wrap my head around it. I learned a whole new vocabulary that night, including but not limited to chastity cage, cuckold, hotwife, vixen, and bull.
Instantly understanding that was a kinky path I would never walk in this lifetime.
But I’d never yuck anyone else’s yum, so good for them.
Now though, the spotlight is shining down on my redecorated, life-size box. The addition I made in the backroom of my store that changed SEX DOLL to SETH’S DOLL is still there, now framed in hearts and arrows pointing at it I drew yesterday before I dropped it off at Corbin and Vi’s house. And I see Vi must’ve added silver holographic stickers to make the arrows stand out even more, making them glimmer under the light. It does wonders to draw the eye exactly where I want Seven’s when he walks into the playroom. On the other flap of the box, I had written Happy Birthday in huge letters from bottom to top, which she also outlined in the shiny stickers.