Chapter 2: First Meeting
On my way back to my office I pondered for ways to do all this in two weeks. Was it possible to give the girl a heavier dosage of hormones? I’d have to look it up. Maybe it could work, but I doubted very much if I could get milk production up to the required level in such a short period of time. I did a couple of experiments in the past and it always took around three to four weeks to get a satisfactory milk production going. With a sigh I reached my office and I entered with a mind full of preparations and planning. Only to stop in my tracks as there was a girl in my office. She was dressed in a grey sweater, a pink skirt with dark stockings and pink sneakers. She turned towards me and looked at me with the prettiest face I had ever seen. Her hair was tied and hung over her right shoulder. Her blue eyes looked at me and she had a curious expression on her face.
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“Doctor Bender?” she asked with a soft but very clear voice. I nodded, a little distracted by her beauty. That was something that rarely happened, I must say.
“Yes,” I replied, “Erm… Doctor Ted Bender.” I recognized her from the picture in her profile report, but that image didn’t do her any justice. She was way prettier in real life.
I took the hand she offered me and shook it briefly. A soft handshake, but not weak. I noticed how small her hand was. How small she was entirely. I was a head taller than her, so she was what, 1.60 meter or something?
“I am Caroline Teruvia Kingston,” she replied, “Pleased to meet you.” I could tell she was well educated and had very good manners. That was good material to work with. But why was she here already? I still had so much preparations to do!
“Pleased to meet you too,” I murmured while I went around my desk. “Please, sit down,” I added and sat down behind my desk. She went back to the chair she had been sitting on already.
“Caroline,” I repeated her name, “Obviously I was expecting you, though I did not realize you were coming today.”
“They called me this morning, telling me I could start right away,” she replied. I raised my eyebrows. Acquisition usually took more time than this.
“You had your final interview yesterday, right?” She nodded and kept her eyes on me.
“Is it too soon?” she asked, “I can come back tomorrow?” I shook my head and said it was fine. Usually there was a waiting period of five days before a trainee was called in. Just to make sure she was not having second thoughts or anything. There always remained doubts of course and that was only understandable. This time would be different though. The customer was apparently in a hurry.
“Do you know why you are here?” I queried. I looked closely at her expression and body language to estimate how much she actually knew. She shrugged and now her eyes went around the room, clearly uncomfortable with the situation.
“I am here… for a job,” she said. “Something to do with becoming a bartender or something?” I nodded and I noticed how her eyes lingered on the examination chair at the other side of the glass screen. She squeezed her lips tightly together and looked back at me.
“I don’t know much else,” she added and sighed. Of course she had signed a contract already, but they had deliberately withheld a lot of information to the girl. This was going to be difficult. I switched on my computer and with a few clicks of my mouse I had her profile and the signed contract before me.
“Do you know who you will be working for?” I asked, trying to sound casual. She looked back in surprise.
“Well, for you, I mean for your company of course. I signed a contract with BDC, right?” I nodded in reply. So she wasn’t aware that our customer requested specifically for her. It would be interesting to know who this was and how they knew she would become available. But that was for some other time to find out.
“Caroline…” I said while reading her data, which I already knew by heart, but I didn’t want her to know that yet. “Teruvia Kingston, daughter of the famous publisher Charles Kingston, who owns several corporations in the publishing business. Let’s see, he publishes several magazines and newspapers and recently he also purchased a tv station. But something went wrong and now he is accused of…”
“No,” the girl interrupted me, “he is not accused of anything and nothing went wrong.” She looked at me with a stern expression. “That’s why… I am here,” she added with a softer voice. I smiled back at her and nodded.
“Yes, you are here so your father is not accused of anything and nothing will go wrong. But you and I know he would likely go to prison for the rest of his life if you had not made a deal to come work for us.” I felt like I was smacking her in the face with that. Making sure she understood there was no turning back for her. She nodded and looked at her hands that were in her lap.
“Also that I can make a lot of money to pay off some debts I made,” she added.
“Ah yes, too much spending, assuming daddy would pay for it. You bought a new car and you rented that penthouse, quite expensive. But your father apparently hasn’t given you any funds last year… It’s become quite a debt. It turns out your father no longer has the funds to bail you out. Instead you need to bail him out and make enough money to pay off your own debts, as well as get him off the hook. Sounds like you are in quite a pickle,” I added. She looked at me and sighed with a faint smile and a slow nod.
“Good thing you came to us, for we can save you,” I smiled back at her. She looked at me again with her green eyes and I noticed several emotions displayed on her face. She was a bit too easy to read and I made a mental note that she needed some training in that as well.
I looked back at the screen and read some of the data out loud. How old she was, which study she was following, still as a freshman, which was art. Instead of becoming an artist, she was now going to be transformed into a piece of art, I silently noted.
“I am a bit overqualified for a barmaid,” she replied with a sigh. It didn’t sound like an apology and I noticed she was looking at me with piercing eyes.
“Why am I really here?” she added. “No barmaid makes the amount you are going to pay me. Is this going to be something… naughty?”
“Naughty?” I informed.
“Yes … naughty. Am I supposed to be some sort of erotic bar maid or something?” She had a little blush on her cheeks as she showed good deductive skills. A firm called Bound Doll Corporation was of course not into standard catering.
“You could say that,” I said slowly while keeping my eyes on her. “As a normal bartender you would need to work at least twenty years to make enough to pay off your debt alone. And your father would not really benefit from it. We however make you into a maid-servant that can make a lot of money. In fact, we will turn you into something quite exceptional.”
She blinked and her eyebrows danced a little on her forehead. Her face was overly expressive, which was not helpful in this line of work.
“What.. is required of me then?” she asked timidly, clearly afraid to think about what was in store for her. “Is this about sex?” Her face spoke volumes as she said that. She was disgusted by it and at the same time intrigued.
“Why are you still a virgin?’’ I asked bluntly in return. “With all the parties you have thrown, there must have been huge numbers of boys, or girls, that wanted to feel inside your panties?”
She blushed a deeper shade of red and nodded.
“Yes, but I didn’t let them. I… erm… saved myself for someone special.” She used her hand to adjust her hair. A nervous gesture she had performed a few times already.
“I don’t believe you,” I said after a pause. “I think you wanted to stay a virgin, and the times you did have sex were so lousy, you felt they didn’t count.” She blushed even more and blinked.
“I really am a virgin…” she stammered while shaking her head.
“You do realize this job requires nudity?” I asked. She blinked rapidly again. She had guessed as much, but hearing it said out loud was another matter.
“Nobody told me at the interview,” she said softly, as if that was a mistake and she would not have accepted the job if they had told her. But she knew she would still have accepted, as she had no choice and her shoulders slumped a little as she realized that.
“But it’s fine,” she added with a sigh.
“A one year contract,” I said, “to work as a serving doll. You signed the contract. Did you read it?” I myself was reading it right now and though it had some obvious formulations that could have told her what this was all about, it was deliberately vague.
The girl blushed while she nodded that she had. She apparently had skipped quite a few details or had not picked up on what it said. I felt annoyed that they had deliberately kept her ignorant.
“Then you know you will be serving coffee, but also other beverages when the need arises. And you will do that while being dressed as a doll. Do you know what a doll is?”
She slowly shook her head. I opened a drawer and took out a photo of one of my creations. I showed her the picture. She looked at it and frowned.
“Is this a doll?” she asked. I nodded.
“Look closer,” I said. She did and frowned again.
“Is this a rubber dress?” she asked.
“Look at her face,” I said. She gasped.
“Oh, it’s all rubber. Covering everything. Is there someone inside? How can she breath?”
“Her mouth is plugged with an open hose so she can breathe,” I explained, “and there are also plugs in her nose, fitted with invisible tubes that go to her back. So even if her mouth is sealed off, she can still breathe, but with a little more difficulty.”
“It’s covering everything,” she exclaimed, “Even her hands and fingers.”
“Even down below,” I said, “her other holes are also all plugged. She can’t go to the toilet by herself.”
“Why would anyone want this?” said Caroline bewildered.
“Some people want this because it excites them,” I explained, “and some do it because it excites other people who like to interact with fetish dolls like this.”
Caroline looked baffled and putting the picture down on the desk she looked at me.
“Are you going to put me in a costume like this?” she asked softly.
“Not exactly,” I replied. “Your costume will have a lot more open skin. But it will have some similar features, like plugs and such. And you will be required to act almost like a robot.”
She leaned back in her seat and I realized she had sat straight up without support all this time. Good posture, well-mannered, I concluded, which will all be a great advantage. At least her back muscles were strong.
