MANIP - Decorate The Bar

I need to stop making 600+ word captions. I could easily double that and this starts looking like a short story with a manip attached. Why are there so many ideas and so little time?

The centerfold of Playmate Buffy Tyler (Nov. 2000) is, of course, used without permission. There are two images above. One with the caption text and one without. They measure 873x1391 and 4027x8345 respectively.

Transcript

RED: When she was first offered a six month gig to decorate the bar area of the city's most upscale club, she didn't expect she'd be the décor. Instead of purchasing furniture or picking swatches and paint samples, she was a plaything in the bar, fondled and groped by extremely rich, drunk men and women. She was amazed when she discovered she liked being used, being a toy for handsy men to play with, being the center of attention while being anonymous at the same time. She felt like the belle of the ball some days and like a plastic novelty others. She loved both.

She was all set to sign up for another long-term gig on her first day as décor: the groping felt that good. Then she'd heard the secrets whispered near the pretty, decorative mannequins. Secrets no one would say anywhere near her if she were, for example, a waitress at this bar. Bonus!

That first gig was six years ago. She's heard business folk talk about secret deals and stock tips. Being six months behind the market she was still able to make lots of money from the inside information. She's spent nearly all of those years here, viewed as some bimbo paid to be a mannequin, like a peon should. All while she exploited their loose lips.She hired a part-time staff to handle her financial and business dealings. Her accountant spoke to her a few weeks ago -- she can't speak when he visits her at the bar -- to tell her she was worth over eighteen million dollars. She would have quit on the spot if she hadn't been a mannequin at the time.

BLUE: Ironically, her boss overheard this report.

Between two of her earlier gigs, she had mentioned to him she was working here only until she had enough to retire. He couldn't risk losing the bar's most popular attraction. Each night, he gave her detailed accounts of how the tech that turned the girls into décor had improved. No more mannequin bodies. The new doll bodies were soft, posable, flexible, and quite penetrable. The customers could do more than merely grope the new dolls. For the dolls, the sensual reactions were twice as pleasurable as was felt by living women experiencing the same actions. The current decor body did not experience orgasms. Dolls did.

RED: It worked. Retiring was no longer part of her short-term plans. She would do at least one more six month gig as a new doll. Not feeling horny all the time would make being décor even better than it already was. If he was even half right about the levels of pleasure felt by the doll décor, it would be worth it. And if he were fully right about it, she would put off retirement and sign on many for more gigs. If future developments in the tech were even more pleasing she might continue as décor for decades.

BLUE: Ignorant of her renewed desires, her boss plotted to tell her the new tech required a commitment of two years per gig. An R&D friend had implied two years of mind blowing orgasms would addict the girls completely. They'd do anything to sign up for additional gigs forever.

He felt she only had to be sufficiently addled for him to slip a power of attorney document into the pile of contracts as she signed up for a two year gig. He could extend the gig indefinitely once he was her guardian.

RED: As she stood less than six feet away, he bragged to a friend his plans to fuck her over. It's amazing how easily anyone, even her boss, could forget she could hear what is said nearby.

She was furious. But vengeance would have to wait. For now, she was just an air-headed, pretty decorative mannequin.