Shara - The new Latex-Doll / Part 7

(Damn! Where is the Zipper? - Movimento 1)

Part 7

About thirty minutes later Shara was standing, on the ballet-heels, in the window of the shop on a round platform that could be rotated, looking outside. In a natural pose, but still suggestive, more or less comfortable. At first she was surprised how she was able to stay on those shoes so naturally. . . maybe it was because of that gel that Beky had used, or because of the classical ballet classes she had taken from her childhood through adolescence, or maybe it was because she was addicted to heels. But little by little the eyes of the passers-by got her thinking about other things.

Behind the hood, she could see how the people walking down that narrow street stopped and stood there to look at the window. Seeing that product in the shape of a human being, standing there with a proud pose. Shara had been left with her legs slightly crossed, her left foot leading, her arms in natural pose, her chest out, and her chin high. She’d been in that pose ever since Beky had told her to resume it, a pose that said, here is a sexy woman. And then she hadn’t moved until the messenger came.

Shara didn’t know why, but she kept saying to herself: “a doll doesn't move and I’m not going to do it either.” As she watched all the people walking past the store, men, women and children. . . To this day, she had not noticed anything special about this street, but now she was realizing, that many people were passing through it. She saw people in casual clothes, in suits, in uniforms, some shopping, some playing sports, and everybody, absolutely everybody, turned their heads towards her in the window.

Hidden behind that mask of features that perfectly imitated her own, she could see the curious glances of passers-by as they saw her in the window, while she waited for the arrival of the messenger. From time to time, her self-esteem caused her to ask, how she had come into this situation. It was one thing to make videos, showing the likeness of her body in a way, so they wouldn’t recognize her, but this was totally another thing. Even though no one would recognize her, it was perverse, depraved and humiliating. But the truth was, so far, no one who had stopped to look at her, had ever suspected that there was a person inside the suit. Everyone took it for granted, either that it was inflated with air, or that there was a mannequin inside the suit.

From time to time a woman would come into the store and ask about some of the accessories Shara was wearing. Something that made Shara’s vanity and pride grow, especially when she heard that they were being bought. Shara said to herself, that Beky would have to give her more than what had been agreed upon, because, thanks to her, she was selling a great amount of the stock, many of the ballet-heels, a lot of the corsets and the remnants of the accessories. In addition, two clients were seriously interested in buying their own SexDoll suit.

Three words were echoing in her head. Shara had begun to imagine herself being used as a sex doll. And as time went by, for some reason she didn’t understand, but found twisted and morbid, but also strangely arousing, Shara started saying to herself, “I’m a SexDoll”, over and over. Then later, this changed to, “SexDoll wants to be used” and suddenly, she noticed someone scanning her from behind. . . Without her realizing it, the messenger had arrived. He was a young man about twenty-four years old, who had come by bicycle. He then hesitantly touched the small of her back with a finger.

"As you can see, the look is as if it were a real person dressed in latex, we have even made it to feel like a real person of it's stature", Beky said. Shara began to listen to the shopkeeper commenting to the young man, tempting hIm to touch her more. "Play with it without hesitating, that’s why it's on display. You’ll find that everything on it has perfect finishes.", Beky went on.

Suddenly Shara noticed that the platform on which she was standing slowly began to rotate one hundred and eighty degrees, and at the end of her turn she was face to face with the messenger. She recognized that not all too good looking face, still full of acne, those dark eyes, that flat nose. . . That same young man, who was also coming to her office to pick up urgent messages to deliver for signature to some other office. Looking up, Shara saw that in the meantime Beky had added a matching red hood to her catsuit, leaving only a ponytail of her hair to be seen.

Shara was scared. . . What if he recognized her? . . . And if he did, would he blackmail her? . . . Her own fear made her feel petrified, but at the same time, there was something morbid about that idea. While her face was concealed behind the hood, she kept looking into the eyes of the messenger, whose name she never remembered. Then Shara noticed the masculine features of the young man, whom she always had considered very ugly. . . but now because of her excitement, they seemed more manly, and even attractive.

"Don’t stop yourself, imagine you want to buy it", Beky said encouraging him to continue, "wouldn’t you like to check the quality of the merchandise? It’s just a sex doll, it won’t bite you. . ."

Shara felt the young man’s hand gently rubbing her thigh, and struggling to restrain herself, her whole body wanted to shake with pleasure. . . was that intense feeling because of the suit or because she was so very horny? Seconds later she felt a hand touch her chest. “Sure,. . . I mean, . . I mean it feels almost authentic”, said the messenger thinking aloud. After playing a little with the breasts, he touched her face, a finger was lost inside her mouth and she could not contain the temptation, she let herself be carried away by her naughty side. she started sucking his finger. The frightened messenger quickly removed his finger, but encouraged to try again, he put it back into her mouth. . . "Damn. . . This is like a real. . .", the messenger stuttered. He then moved his hand to her crotch and started rubbing it. Shara was on the brink of loosing her composure. She had to use all her self control to stay motionless.

"You know, I still haven’t found a volunteer to tell me if it’s really pleasant", Beky began to say, drawing the young man’s attention to her and taking advantage of that distraction to look at the head of her new doll, waiting for a reaction, "for $ 50 would you try it?" The messenger’s eyes lit up, at the same time that Shara’s head shook with surprise, when she heard her owner’s proposal. . .

"$ 50?" repeated the young man, always in need of money. "Back here, in my workroom, now, you can test it. I pay you in cash, and you tell me if you think it’s realistic enough." Beky urged him on. "Tempting", the messenger ended up saying, pulling out the finger, "but I have a lot to deliver if I want to collect enough money today. . . Damn great toy, . . . designed for the rich."

Shara’s heart turned around, cursing the young man in spite of herself, as she felt so very hot. For some reason, her body didn’t want to calm down. She was begging for Beky to tempt him more, The LatexDoll wanted him to keep playing with her, she needed him to explore at least one of her holes. “I want to be used like a real SexDoll, I want YOU to use me, please make me a complete SexDoll” sounded in her head. . . she wanted the young man to possess her and use her as his rubber lover. But to her disappointment, that didn’t happen. The young man grabbed the small envelope and made for the door.

"200 bucks! Yes or NO?!" Beky called out before the messenger reached the door. "Sorry, I'm not that desesperate. I just can't do it in public", with that the messenger left.

Shara now was extremely frustrated, totally aroused, on the verge of an orgasm and having no way of relief until after the upcoming foto shoot. Beky had to turn around to hide a malicious grin. She knew exactly how Shara felt, as she had known that the messenger would never have used her. She had staged the little banter about testing the suit, because she just wanted to tease Shara some more. She really enjoyed having so much controll over her own little SexDoll. It was a feeling that was completely alien and new to her, and she loved it.

to be continued...