A cascade of long blonde hair flowed across Rae's chest, obscuring the molten mouth mauling her nipples and the wandering fingertips scraping the insides of her thighs. The impromptu pinch of pearly whites launched her breasts skyward, draining the air from her lungs. Desperate, she bodily squirmed, seeking relief she knew would never come. She waited impatiently for those enchanting electric-blue eyes to emerge from the curtain of golden locks, aching to feel those silken fingers finally filling her.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Rae, again?!”
Her whole body flinched as Rae tore off the headset, greeting reality with a petrified squeal. Leila stood judgementally by the now-closing door. It slid shut with a thunk and a soft hiss of pressurising air.
Fumbling, furiously blushing under her friend's gaze, Rae tried to recover some dignity and hide her nakedness, aware of her flushed face and sweaty sheen.
“Oh c'mon, Rae. This is the fourth time this week I've caught you, you think I haven't seen your nipples before? With the way you treat them, they could glow in the dark. You'll need bionic ones if you keep it up. Just get fucking dressed, I'll be waiting in the lounge.”
Rae wanted to reply, to retort, but shame clipped her tongue. Snatching up a pair of shorts, she shivered as the material grazed her wet, swollen pussy and made a mental note to finish what she'd started. Throwing on a loose tank top that tented over her prominent, protruding nipples, she shuffled slowly into the lounge.
“Y'know, Rae,” Leila continued as she examined the untidy state of the room, “I came here to check if you wanted to go out tonight, but now...”
“Oh, no, Lei, I couldn't...” Rae began before Leila bulldozed her protestations flat.
“Now I know that you need to.” She turned to face the dishevelled, shivering girl leaning on the doorway for support. “This isn't healthy, babe, we've got to get you out of this brain dance spiral and get you some real, physical fun! Fuck those brain dances! They're not real, y'know!”
“Well, they're real for someone...” Again her voice failed, silenced with a stern stare.
“How many times, Rae?”
“Uh...” Rae blushed, looking momentarily to her toes for inspiration and finding none. In fact, they appeared to be trying to dig their way through the floor.
“How many times this week?”
“I...”
“What? Louder, Rae.”
Leila's expression shook Rae's wriggling body, but the terse tone made her cunt clench. Dominant Leila made her weak. She had to fight the urge to sink to her knees, expose her throat and beg for...
“Rae!”
“Twelve!” She yelped as if verbally spanked.
“It's Wednesday morning, Rae! Twelve times since Monday, you little slut? You know those fucking BDs rot your brain, don't you? Look at you, you're fucking twitching now!”
Leila advanced with pounding steps, the retreating Rae shrinking beneath the shadow of Leila's tall, dark frame. She couldn't bear to admit that the twitch was because Leila called her 'slut', nor that the resulting wetness was currently migrating down the inside of her thigh. Instead, she clamped her eyes shut, bit her lip and tried to breathe.
“This needs to stop, Rae.” Leila's voice had softened enough that Rae opened her eyes and met the glowing green orbs scanning her soul. A shiver rocked her as Leila stroked her bare shoulder, fingers gripping tightly. “I'm serious, babe, you need something else. Something physical. Tangible. Take your mind off all this BD bullshit and give you some real relief.”
Rae admired the sculpted cheekbones and defined jawline, imagining surrendering to the full, inviting lips she'd looked longingly upon so many times before. Leila was so close that Rae felt she could bathe in her aroma. Her lips parted and her tongue extended, tasting the air for her friend's musk and flavour.
“C'mon, you brain-dead brain dancer! Let's get you dressed and find you some real fun!” With a single, effortless bound, Leila skipped away from Rae and her growing intentions, leaping into the wardrobe and tearing through the contents.
Rae followed on unsteady feet, rubbing her eyes and licking her lips. She looked around dumbly to find Leila holding up a ripped pair of leggings and an equally ripped tube top.
“This'll do where we're going! Now... Shower, get dressed and we're outta here!”
Leila threw the clothes onto the bed and pointed directly to the shower.
“Wh-where are we going, Lei?” Rae asked, casually stepping out of her clothes and standing naked before her once more, accepting that she'd better do as instructed. Leila grinned evilly and pointed to the shower once more.
“You'll see. Now go!” Leila spanked her, squeaking, towards the shower.
***
“The Dollhouse, Leila?! Really?!” Rae whispered – albeit somewhat loudly – reading aloud the giant neon sign flickering above the door, and subtly studying the seductive neon woman posing next to it in a lewd and suggestive manner.
The gaudy entrance burned bright against the grey, lifeless backdrop of the otherwise dull building. Only the red double doors were illuminated, in an almost menacing pale red glow, reflected against the rain-soaked street. Leila's grin hadn't let up since they'd left the flat.
“Yes, so? What about it?”
“It doesn't look particularly sanitary! Plus, I don't think I like the sound of a place that calls itself 'The Dollhouse'! Isn't it a bit...?”
Leila barked a laugh. “Yes, it is and it's exactly what a little slut like you needs!” As if to reinforce her point, she spanked Rae hard through her leggings and caused her to moan, her thighs clenching together. “See? You need this. Besides, I could do with a good fucking...”
Rae's mind instantly delved into its hidden reserves of Leila fantasies to paint that mental image, but she was interrupted by another spank.
“C'mon! In we go!”
Her hand snatched forward, Rae was pulled through the double doors, leaving behind the polluted grey streets and oppressive sky, emerging into a room of black and gleaming gold décor. A large imposing reception desk glittering with a thousand golden glints took centre stage. Behind the desk there radiated a beautiful blonde, her hair cascading over her shoulders in impossible waves, with electric-blue eyes shining amongst the glittering gold.
“Welcome back to The Dollhouse, Leila, how can I help you today?”
“Oh my God, Kayden?!” Rae exclaimed, before realising what she'd said, immediately blushing and looking shamefully away.
“Oh c'mon Rae, I think you've had every BD porn there is! I'm not surprised you know Kayden. That, however, is an AI,” Leila told her, pointing to the blonde woman staring them down. “Aren't you?”
“That's correct,” Kayden answered, “This form is a popular request by patrons, so seemed fitting for reception. Perhaps you'd prefer another avatar.”
At this, the blonde faded out to be replaced by a pale red-headed girl, then a large Hispanic male and finally returning to Kayden when the girls raised their hands and protested.
“No no, Kayden is good!” Leila told the shape-shifting AI as it returned to form. “It might help keep my friend here, this is her first time.”
The AI turned its scrutinising gaze to a suddenly very self-conscious Rae. She felt as if she was being scanned or judged, somehow, by those lifeless eyes. The screen on the wall behind the reception lit up and a list began to appear. The two girls stood reading as all manner of kinks and fetishes appeared one after another.
“Domination, BDSM, lesbian, big cock, orgy, spanking, face-sitting....” The list continued before Kayden finally spoke once more.
“Welcome, Rae, to The Dollhouse. Your recent BD activity has been collected and stored on our system for future use. A welcome pack has been sent to your address with a list of introductory offers. How may we help you today?”
Rae stood, stunned, on the spot before she finally managed to cry out.
“Did she just scan me?! And... How the fuck did you....!”
“They profile your history, babe, so they know what you're into and what turns you on,” Leila explained. “It's all for your own good, don't be silly!”
“We cater directly to our client's specific interests and fetishes, to bring the most authentic and desirable experience possible,” Kayden explained while Leila giggled next to Rae, still reading her endless BD history. “Would you like to examine our list of available Dollhouse Dolls?”
“Yes!” Leila screamed, snapping Rae out of her stunned silence.
“Wait, what?” she asked as a holographic page appeared in front of them.
“Would you like to choose from 'Meat' or 'Metal'?” Kayden asked, as if it were the most natural question in the world.
“What the fuck is she...?” Rae started before Leila cut her off with a raised hand.
“Meat! I think she's a little new for metal, just yet....” Leila smirked at her friend's wide-eyed and concerned expression. “Unless you have someone with something a little special...?”
The AI hologram nodded, knowingly, and Rae swallowed a little ball of apprehension.
“Lei, what're you...” Again, she was stopped, now with a hand over her mouth. Only Leila's suffocating scent distracted her sufficiently to quell her questioning.
The page in front of them expanded with thumbnails of beautiful women in every size, shape, colour and style. Leila expertly swiped through the list, ignoring the coos and murmurs from over her shoulder. At last, she stopped.
A pale face with dark, intense eyes looked out at them, barely blinking as she turned to model her perfect profile. Jet black hair fell elegantly down one side of her face, while the other was close-shaved and short, the skin tattooed with a design like a circuit board. The image panned back and Rae's eyes were drawn across the pale figure on display, adorned with a small, dark bra and panties set clinging tightly to an impressively curvaceous figure. A text box beneath the image caught her attention. “Augments” was the heading and beneath it was a list that she never got to read, as Leila smashed the giant green 'tick' button to confirm her choice.
“You have selected Amee. Would you like to select another partner?” Kayden asked, again causing Rae a minor moment of apprehension.
“No, thank you, we'll just take Amee, please.”
It took a moment for Rae to realise what she'd heard.
“Hang on, what? 'We'?! You... You're coming, too?”
Leila grinned at her, cupping her ass as she whispered in her ear.
“I couldn't miss your first time with a Dollhouse girl for the world, could I? Not shy, are you, Rae? It's nothing I haven't seen before...”
Rae's already prominent blush turned a deep, angry shade of purple. The skin on the back of her neck tingled and her hair stood on end. The mischievous look in Leila's eyes was something she'd dreamed about for so long, but to see it now, leering at her with an insistent hand clamped around her ass cheek, Rae could feel her heartbeat pounding in her skull.
***
The gold inlay on the black carpet lit the way for every uncertain, shuffled step that carried them past each set of golden doors flanking the corridor. They certainly stuck to the décor, she thought to herself, just as Leila pushed by her and grabbed her hand.
“C'mon, Rae! I'm paying for this by the hour, I want my money's worth!”
They rushed down the hall, Rae dragged unwillingly in tow, until a door in front of them beeped, glowed and slid soundlessly open, beckoning them inside.
A round, scarlet bed dominated the space, surrounded by solid purple walls - except one translucent wall to the side, from which the room took its soft but effective lighting. A two-seater couch sat in one corner; a matching scarlet red.
Rae was about to comment when Kayden's disembodied voice filled the room.
“You will be attended to shortly. Please make yourselves as comfortable as you like while you wait. Drinks are now available. Payment will be taken from the client's account.”
A small humming motor drew their attention to a shelf rotating from the wall beside the couch, bearing two glasses and a bottle of something fizzy. Leila wasted no time in cracking open the bottle and pouring two handsome helpings, pressing one definitively into Rae's sweaty palm.
“C'mon, babe, this stuff is amazing! You won't believe how good it makes things,” Leila insisted, almost physically pouring the contents into Rae's open mouth as she guided the glass towards her lips, simultaneously draining her own and reaching for the bottle again.
The fizz had barely settled before Rae found herself hauled onto the couch, sipping from her refill and feeling a hot rush of hormones bring her skin out in goosebumps. Aiding this sensation was Leila's caressing hand tickling her fingertips over Rae's soft thighs, through the shredded holes in her leggings. Hot breath on the nape of her neck, as Leila whispered in her ear, caused Rae's tingling skin to burn.
“I told you it was good, didn't I? You can feel it, can't you? That tingle. That throb. It's like it lights your whole body on fire, isn't it? Every nerve ending is electric...”
Leila's expert touch swept effortlessly over her waist and pelvis, finding no resistance beyond a gentle shiver. The torn leggings parted with the thighs and Rae sunk into the feeling – and the comfort of the couch – willing those fingertips to find the spot she craved most of all.
A silhouette behind the translucent wall stopped their moment dead. A flick of long hair and a curvy figure was visible on the other side before a section of wall slowly raised and cast a bright, almost blinding, light upon the room and its occupants. The girls shielded their eyes, opening them only with the thud of the wall closing once more.
Amee stood – towered – over them. Her pale skin glowed ethereally in the twilight of the room, contrasted by the sleek mane of shining ebony hair pouring over her shoulder into an equally glossy black leather ensemble. A single wide diagonal shoulder strap swept into a tight-fitting tube top that stopped around her sternum and framed a clear triangle of alabaster cleavage. A matching set of leather shorts clung to her figure, with several extraneous belts and straps looping over her hips and waist to adorn the look. A pair of black knee-length boots completed the two-tone look of their beautiful companion.