continued from part two Part Three “Right get this doll through to ‘cleaning and disinfecting’!” The words were ringing in my ears as I was transported with the other dolls down to the cleaning and disinfecting area, I watched as my dollfriends (one could hardly say girlfriends!) were each loaded in turn on the cleaning station, on the two special nozzles, one in the front and one up the bum, which would then cleaned the inside whilst sprays cleaned the outside. ...
Part One I didn’t remember even applying for the job, it was just one of those vast numbers of adverts I had seen and applied for in the six months since I had left school. But now I had an interview! OK I had had many interviews in the past, but they were all bottom of the scrap heap type jobs – like MacDonald’s – and I had even failed to get a job there. But this job actually looked good – now that I found the paperwork, an office assistant – even I could do that! OK I wasn’t stupid, but I am not a rocket scientist either! ...
continued from part one Part Two It seemed like an age (well I did have the transit support up my arse!) I sensed the loading bay doors being opened. I heard the general chit-chat with the courier man, “Fifteen for you today Bob, twelve are next day before niners” “And the others?” “Two are international, and the last is Monday AM” They sorted the paperwork out. Then starting shifting us dolls, Us Dolls!! – What was I thinking? Almost immediately I was frozen to the spot, crying inside to myself with the realization. Then I felt the crate being moved, my anal intruder slipping jerkily in and out of me as I was bounced across the shop floor. I thought the wheeled trucks gave a smooth ride – apparently not! ...
(story continues from New Doll 2) Part Three “Right get this doll through to ‘cleaning and disinfecting’!” The words were ringing in my ears as I was transported with the other dolls down to the cleaning and disinfecting area, I watched as my dollfriends (one could hardly say girlfriends!) were each loaded in turn on the cleaning station, on the two special nozzles, one in the front and one up the bum, which would then cleaned the inside whilst sprays cleaned the outside. ...
I really enjoy my job. I take care of women who are packaged and delivered for a fun time in a hotel room, home, apartment, and sometimes even an office. I can’t think of a better job in the world. The women of Aman are all beautiful, sexy creatures. Some are tall, but most are petite; some of them have dark hair (actually, most of them fall into that category as they are predominantly oriental), some are redheads, and some are blondes. And they are all luscious. ...
Tom could not wait to open his package. It had been over a year to get everything ready and now it stood in the middle of the room waiting for him to open it. You would never know it. But Tom was one of those people you would pass by every day. Quiet, unassuming, middle class job. Single white male with blond hair and hazel eyes. Not GQ cover material but you average middle of the road type of guy. Joe average would be the best way to describe him. You may have seen on a bus or in line at the bank. Passed him on the hi-way with out a thought or a wave to him. ...
Part One I didn’t remember even applying for the job, it was just one of those vast numbers of adverts I had seen and applied for in the six months since I had left school. But now I had an interview! OK I had had many interviews in the past, but they were all bottom of the scrap heap type jobs – like MacDonald’s – and I had even failed to get a job there. ...
(story continues from New Doll)_ Part Two It seemed like an age (well I did have the transit support up my arse!) I sensed the loading bay doors being opened. I heard the general chit-chat with the courier man, “Fifteen for you today Bob, twelve are next day before niners” “And the others?” “Two are international, and the last is Monday AM” They sorted the paperwork out. Then starting shifting us dolls, Us Dolls!! – What was I thinking? Almost immediately I was frozen to the spot, crying inside to myself with the realization. Then I felt the crate being moved, my anal intruder slipping jerkily in and out of me as I was bounced across the shop floor. I thought the wheeled trucks gave a smooth ride – apparently not! ...