The Toy Maker (Under Construction)

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Blacklight

In each passing second, a new Cherry walked passed the curtain and disappeared before my eyes. My mother’s voice plagued me with short meaningless sayings. Nothing could calm the timpani drum threatening to burst out my chest as each girl in front of me vanished into the veil of the unknown.

“Jade Marie,” Kat announced the Cherry who forced me into the invisible bra. At some point, she changed into a navy bralette. Her boobs hung out in all the most flattering places and judging by the sounds the audience made they agreed.

I compared myself to the other girls waiting in line and noticed my boobs were much more on display thanks to Jade. I tucked them further into whatever spare centimeter of fabric I could gather.

Finally, the anticipation came to an end and my feet were positioned right in front of the curtain. I sucked in a deep breath in a final attempt to calm my nerves.

“Up next we have Satara,” Kitty said my name, and I figured I should move. I pushed past the curtain and died at the thought of falling. It took my eyes a moment to adjust to the strobe lights as I walked towards the center of the stage.

There were loud claps and whistles from the crowd, all managing to somehow build my self-esteem and cheapen it. “Satara is wearing a naughty little number that shows off all the curves of her body.” One wrong move and there would be nothing to hide anymore. I’d be naked in front of dozens of strangers.

I took my cue to walk down the catwalk and did my best impression of a Victoria Secret Angel. The crowd hollered at my bare ass and blood rushed to my cheeks.

Before I could take another breath, I dove behind the curtain across the stage. All the other Cherries were waiting with bottles of water and peppy grins.

They cheered for me as I found my way to the backroom.

“Way to go,” The pixie laughed and handed me something to drink.

Jade grinned, “Yeah, you’re one of us now.” One of them? My shoulders relaxed as I took a sip of water. I managed to suppress the fact that I still didn’t know what being one of them meant.

I figured I would find out soon enough, “That wasn’t so bad.”

“The pussywalk never is,” Jade said while fiddling with her necklace.

“Pussywalk?”

Jade glanced at the neon pixie.

“I’m Sarah by the way.” Sarah attempted to change the subject.

I wouldn’t give up so easily, “Why’d you call it the Pussywalk?”

Sarah sighed and nodded at Jade.

“The Pussywalk is what we do so the men,”

“Or women,” Sarah added.

“Can decide which one of us they want for the night.” Jade watched several different expressions flash across my face.

The gears in my head caught flames, “Like prostitution?”

The girls laughed and promised what they did couldn’t be considered prostitution.

“We aren’t prostitutes. No one is allowed to have sex with us.” Jade said.

Sarah nodded, “Exactly. They just pay to play with us.”

I stared at each one of them, “I’m ninety-nine point nine percent sure that’s prostitution.”

After stifling their laughter it was clear they found my confusion amusing. Sarah explained, “We typically have an opening number, but we canceled that tonight, then we do the pussywalk. The hotter you dress the more likely you are to be chosen by a rich customer with nothing to do except spending their money on renting you for a few hours.”

“We work partially for tips too so the richer the better,” Jade added.

Sarah flashed a smile at Jade, “The person who bought you can play with you for as long as they paid for. Which could be from thirty minutes to closing.”

“I’m sorry,” I held my hand up before she could go on, “How do they play with us exactly?” The concept of being paid to act like a glorified sex doll gave me the creeps.

“They use toys.”

“Toys?” I assumed we weren’t talking about Lego building by proxy.

“Sex toys. The ones that Jason makes.”

If we were in a cartoon a giant question mark would have been hovering above my head, “Who’s Jason?”

“The owner of the store.” I pieced together the information they were giving me. The owner of the store made sex toys. Cherries were human dolls for strangers to use the toys on. My mother’s laughter rung in my ears.

I pried as much information from them that I could before Kitty finally bounced into the room.

“Good Job girls, we’re already doing better than last month.” She announced.

“Kitty, you need to explain the ropes to the new girl or she’s gonna scare customers away,” Sarah said while tugging at her bra straps.

Confusion aside, I was more concerned about legality.

Kitty focused her attention on me, “What do you want to know, honey?”

“What do the people who...buy us get to do?”

“They own you, within reason. If they tell you to crawl by their side then crawl. If the rent a collar then wear the collar. But most of the time they just decided what toy to watch you on.”

I didn’t want to play Naughty Simon Says with complete strangers. “I don’t understand the concept of the toys.”

This time all three of them exchanged a look. “You’ll have to see them to understand.”

I didn’t want to understand. Kitty draped her fingers over my bare shoulder, “Don’t worry, I made sure you were assigned as a watcher tonight.”

I forced a smile and held back the rampant screaming in my head.

***


By the time all the Cherries settled down, the final numbers for the night were held in Kitty’s hand. The girls pushed me to the back of the crowd to get the name of their customer. They were so eager to bend over backward, literally and figuratively, for complete strangers.

Sarah and Jade never left my side and when Kitty gave them their assignments one of them seemed to hit the jackpot.

Jade’s smile stretched across her face but Sarah stared down at the slip of paper as if it ordered her immediate death.

I couldn’t wrap my head around how comfortable all the Cherries appeared to be. I would be nervous, panicky, maybe pacing back and forth with the ultimate desire to cower under a rock.

“Hey,” Jade’s voice derailed my train of thought. “It’s going to be okay.” It took me a moment to process Jade’s comforting words and realize they weren’t meant for me.

“What’s wrong?”

Sarah looked up with a grim expression, “I got Lucas.”

“Who’s Lucas?” I could already tell that being an employee of PinkCherry meant a steady flow of gossip. During the brief wait, both of them told me all about Brittany’s nose job, Amy’s pregnancy, and how Kat’s nickname is Kitty because of how picky she is about who gets to pet her.

“Sarah’s ex-boyfriend,” Jade answered before pulling her into a hug.

“Why would her ex pay for her?” They both turned to look at me, “Not that you’re not worth it.” I made a plan to go to the nearest cemetery and dig myself a place where I couldn’t put my foot in my mouth anymore.

Sarah fidgeted, “I’ve hung up on him a few times. We dated for a few years but last month he told me that it was either my job or him and-”

“You chose the job.”

“No,” She bit the inside of her lip, “I chose him.”

I looked over to Jade for an explanation, “And?”

“He decided that having someone committed to him was too strenuous and dumped her for another girl.”

Sarah’s eyes sparkled with the tears she tried forcing away.

“Then why is he here?”

“He wants to get back together but I’ve been ignoring his calls.”

“What about his side chick?”

Jade gave me a warning stare. I shouldn’t have asked because the next moment Sarah nearly lost her cool. “I don’t know who she is but I think she’s a Cherry.”

Of course, the story ended in betrayal and mystery. A bell sound came out of the speakers and all my other thoughts were replaced with panic.

“That’s our cue,” Jade said as Sarah wiped the few tears that leaked out from her eyes and forced a smile. Without someone telling me I would have never considered it could’ve been faked.

I followed them out the same door that brought me into the world of vanities, lingerie, and not-so-vague dick jokes.

The darkroom made my white outfit glow intensely underneath the black lights. However, no one shined brighter than Sarah. Clearly, she planned her neon look and dressed to impress. It worked, men were practically drooling after her as we strutted past them.

“Lucas.” She walked to where he stood with her head held high.

The man in front of her couldn’t be more than 5′8 but what he lacked in height he made up with muscle. I rarely saw someone so hulked out but not revolting looking. Lucas looked attractive with dirty blonde hair and the kind of blue eyes that made you question your own appearance.

After a few seconds, Jade pulled me away and led me through the crowd.

“Think she’ll be okay?” I yelled over the music blasting out of the speakers.

“She’s a big girl!” Jade yelled back. “Her bite is way bigger than her bark.”

She seemed to know what she was talking about so I took her word for it.

“I have to go find my prince now so you’re on babysitting duty!” Jade told Kitty. She nodded and waved me to follow her to a corner where the noise didn’t prevent us from having a conversation.

Kitty planned her outfit to suit the night too. Her unusual hair color made her unmistakably easy to spot underneath the lights.

“Tonight you’re going to learn what being a Cherry is about,” Her glowing smile resembled the Cheshire cat with excitement drooling out her pores.

“Great,” I nodded and overcompensated for my nerves with an uncomfortable smile.

She explained how I should expect a second bell to signal the beginning of the night. In a few seconds it went off and the music dropped to a lower volume.

Everyone stopped where they were and turned to the stage. Instead of a barely dressed Cherry standing on the end of the Catwalk, a man waited for the room to get quiet enough for him to speak. I had to squint in order to make out a few of his features.

“So many familiar faces tonight,” It seemed more like a sad statement but he greeted the crowd with a grin. “There are several new toys tonight and our Cherries are excited to demonstrate just what they can do.” The crowd cheered at the mention of the Cherries.

Kitty rolled her eyes, “Typical.”

I opened my mouth to ask what she meant but the Cherries around me started stripping out of their outfits. When they finished they stood in front of their customers.

The man laughed and gave the signal for the party to begin. Kitty dragged me to the nearest contraption. My eyes widened at the device on the floor which made Kitty laugh.

“It’s the Arabian scream,”

It sounded more like a poorly named theme park ride than a toy in a sex shop. I stared at the sleek half circle sitting in front of me. Two openings for attachments were on the top of the mound. A mattress laid next to it and I stared at Kitty.

“Is it a Sybian?” I mustered up the courage to ask.

Kitty rolled her eyes and laughed, “No, It’s an Arabian.”

I blinked at her response. The whole thing sounded like a lawsuit waiting to happen.“What’s the difference?”

“Wait and see.” I couldn’t get any more information out of her until the first pair walked over to us. The Cherry seemed more than comfortable to be naked in front of the entire room. A small tinge of jealousy hit me.

Kitty greeted the man who escorted the Cherry, “Would you like to play with the Arabian Scream? It has features that allow double penetration, clitoral stimulation, and up to ten levels of intensity that are all remote controlled.”

I gawked at Kitty’s bluntness. She flipped a switch and sounded like an infomercial promoting sexual stimulation. When the man agreed and Kitty made no move to leave, I realized that watchers had no other assignment other than to watch.

Kitty handed the man a booklet with the different settings and a sleek black remote. The Cherry positioned herself beside the Arabian and waited for instructions.

The man, dressed a suit and grey tie, told Kitty he wanted the eight-inch glass attachments, he mentioned something about it being his size but I assumed he overestimated. Over the years I learned a man’s inch is very similar to a hairdresser’s; Way bigger than the rest of ours.

Kitty pulled out two blue-stained dildos from a drawer and screwed them into the base. The blacklight gave the dildos the appearance of two radioactive cocks. I covered my laughter with a cough which made Kitty turn around to wink at me.

The man commanded the girl to lay on the floor and begin to touch herself. Her obedience stunned me. She laid down on the mattress and began to stroke herself. After a few moments, we could tell she was getting off on the thrill of being watched. Her nipples hardened and poked out from her considerably large chest; Her pussy glistened under the lights and I found myself entranced by her show.

Kitty elbowed me and motioned over to Mr. Wall Street with a prominent hard-on. His dress pants didn’t hide anything and I began to believe he was as equipped as he claimed.

“Does that always happen?” I said under my breath so I wouldn’t distract the Cherry.

Kitty shrugged, “Most of the time.”

“You enjoying this?” He asked with no hesitation. “You enjoy yourself in front of me?”

The girl nodded and continued the circular motion. I wondered how she didn’t snicker at the porn dialogue coming from his mouth.

“Answer me.”

Her mouth was cracked open in pleasure. “Yes.” A moan escaped her lips as a slender finger slipped inside her. The speed increased as the seconds went by. I could see the motion of her chest heaving up and down and realized what came next. Apparently, the man knew as well and commanded her to stop just when her breathing hitched.

“It’s my turn to play with you.” He said, “I want you to get that soaking wet pussy of yours on that dick.”

Despite my first instinct to be appalled, my second instinct couldn’t have been more intrigued. Kitty lubed the back dildo and joined me on the sidelines to watch the main event. The Cherry eased herself onto the dildos while sucking in her breath. She slid down with a moan falling out of her lips. Once she glanced up the man started the erotic display.

With a press of a button, the Arabian came to life; The dildos pushed into her at a tantalizing pace. The pleasure on her face took over as she rocked back and forth against the ridged mound; Her clit throbbed against the front of the Arabian. Seeing the frustration developing in the Cherry made the man want to give her more.

“You want it faster?” He asked while knowing the answer screaming in her head.

She nodded and he pressed another button, this time a low humming noise came from the front of the Arabian. Her moans were melodic and lost in the rhythm of other Cherries enjoying themselves as much as her. She dripped down the sides of the Arabian and I felt the sheer fabric between my legs dampen in spite of myself.

Without another word, the man cranked a dial on the remote and the Cherry gripped onto the Arabian. Both of the dildos pushed into her without mercy as her fingers curled. The squeak left her lips when the dildos began alternating their thrusts.

I couldn’t peel my eyes away from the spectacle two feet away. Her back arched and pushed her breasts out for everyone to admire while she rubbed herself against the vibrating front. Moments later she screamed in ecstasy under the black lights.

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