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Your boss delayed your paycheck again.
"Just one more day- I'll get it to you tomorrow, I promise!"
He's said the same thing for almost a week at this point. You're already fuming- That damn Addison's spending sprees have already kept you from your groceries a few nights!- But now, it's crossed a line. Now, you've been denied your paycheck for your treat day.
You're not high-maintenance. All you need to be happy in life is some food, a roof, and a warm bed. Work, eat, sleep, repeat. There's just one rub that will get you out of your bare-bones lifestyle.
While you'd never let anyone know it, your sexual appetite is ravenous. You satisfy your needs with a range of toys, from vibes to insertables to ropes to shockers and more. Variety is the spice of life, they say, and you take that to heart. It only adds to the experience when your work gets you boiling inside at rude customers, your incompetent coworkers, your useless boss... While it may not be the healthiest coping mechanism ever, it seems to work well enough. You fuck out your aggression, and you get to go to work the next day with a blank, friendly smile.
No, you're not needy. But when you're alone, on the edge of broke, and in a shitty dead-end job, it's nice to have something that numbs the pain. So once a month, when you have some cash to spare, you single out a day to go into the city in your most incognito hoodie and get yourself a new toy.
It's your treat day today. It's your treat day, and you don't have your fucking paycheck for the millionth time. You can't blow shit on toys when you need to make sure you get your rent paid on time. But you need your treat. You need to play or you're going to explode on your shit boss. You can't get the thought of quitting out of your head. All you want to do is scream and rage at him, then spin on your heel and march out the door... Imagine the look on his face! But you can't. Not when you don't have a stable job lined up. No, there's nothing you can do except throw a tantrum in your head while smiling and letting him walk- no, stumble- all over you.
...Maybe just twenty bucks could go unnoticed. Yeah, surely you can find something cheap to get all this anger out on. Just twenty bucks. That's all you need! Worse come to worst, you skip a meal. No harm done in the long run.
Making your mind up, you toss on that hoodie and shove the cash in your pocket.
Surely you'll find something...
~~~
Nothing.
Zip, nada.
You've been wandering the city, gradually moving into the shadier parts of town, trying to find anything worth your time. You've been getting more desperate, but all your favorite toy shops- cheaper though they may be- just don't have anything for your meager price range. The best you've found so far is a shitty little bullet vibe, but you have plenty of better ones at home. Even if it didn't look like it would electrocute you in the un-sexy way, it's not what you're looking for. You just...
You choke back a scream of frustration. Slamming your back against the brick wall of an alley and sliding down to the ground, you clutch your head and whine. If you had been paid on time, you'd be having the time of your life right now! Instead, you're just left walking through the filthy streets of the Trash Zone, losing track of the time and where you are. You might have even accepted it as a walk for some fresh air, but the dank, humid stench of the place makes even that a worthless endeavor.
You're about to go home when you hear a voice from the other side of the alleyway.
"H-hey there, [hot salammy]! What are you doing [[All Alone On A Late Night]]? Need some. [Oil Company]" A little doll Darkner peers out at you from halfway behind a stack of cardboard boxes. Two-tone glasses perch on his long nose, jumping as his nutcracker jaw opens and closes. Just looking at him, you feel like he shouldn't be as expressive as he is, but there's something about him... It's like he's hiding from you, but at the same time, you can't help but notice the way his ratty suit jacket is unbuttoned to show off his chest, or the way he grins almost desperately... Or maybe it's when you look down and notice the poorly-fitted garter stocking sliding down one of his plush legs.
You give him a quick onceover, raising a brow.
"What are you, a prostitute?"
"WOAH-HO THere, that's [[presumptive]]!!! Why in the [WORLDREVOLVINH] [Hard Wood] I? Want to [Exchange Kromer For Hot Steamy]???" He waves his hands at you, flushing desperately, but it's like his tone changes halfway through the question. By the end, it's clearly less bashfully rhetorical and more literal. He adjusts his suit nervously and sets his elbow on a box, leaning to show off as much of his chest as possible. He gives you an almost charming grin just as his stocking slides down to his ankle.
It's a laughable attempt, really. You get the feeling that this is his first time doing this, or close to it. The poor thing is so anxious, and so terribly, terribly bad at selling himself to you...
"Pfft. Tempting offer, I guess. But..." But when you look at him again, you do see what he's trying to capture. The plush curve of his chest and thighs make him look as soft as a stuffed animal, and his face... He looks just like your fuckin' Addison boss. This little guy would be the perfect vent, wouldn't he...? But you can't get ahead of yourself. There's not a chance in hell he's down for what you're offering. "...Eh, even you have standards, I bet. I've got a whole twenty dollars on me." You pull the bill out of your pocket, waving it absently. "Still interested, hot shot?"
He lights up like a christmas tree, face going bright red and smile turning manic. He's on you in a second, snatching the bill from your hand.
"[D]-[D]-[D]-[D][DEAL][DEAL'S A D3AL]!!! [Busines] doing [Pleasure] with you!!!"
You blink. What...
"For real?"
"[[NO REFUNDS]]" He croons robotically.
"Uh." You just bought a $20 hooker. "So, like... Can I do anything to you? What are your limits?"
"No [[damange to the Goods]] and I'm [happy 2 serve u]!"
A $20 hooker.
"You're not, uh, diseased, are you?"
"[Error Report: Null]- So what's takin' you [20 hours]?!!! Get those [Sweatsuit And Pants Workout Ready Combo Deal] on the [[FLOOr]] already-" He reaches for the bottom of your hoodie.
"-What? Here? No way, this is public! Where do you... usually go?" You flush bright red, pushing him back.
"Usually?? Ah-Hheh[e]hEHhah[E]EAHhe" He laughs wildly, his face shuddering with a glitch. You're not sure you entirely believe him about not having diseases. And now it's basically confirmed that he's never done this before.
...But a $20 hooker...
"-Ugh. Fine. Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, whatever, I don't care, let's just go to my place."
~~~
A long, awkward walk later, you close the door behind yourself and your companion.
After staring at each other for a second, you heave a great sigh.
"So... Last chance to back out, puppet boy."
"Not a [Chance]!! [NO CUSTOMER LEFT UNSATISFIED]-"
"Do you need to breathe?"
"...What-"
"Answer the question. Do you need to breathe?"
He looks up at you helplessly, his grin faltering and a flush rising to his sweet plush cheeks.
"[[Answer: No]]-"
"Good." You grab him by the neck and slam him against the door, pressing your lips to his teeth in a violent kiss. He instantly reacts and whines into your lips, holding onto your arm like his life depends on it, squirming as you grope his soft chest. He's so light in your grasp, like a weighted teddy bear... As you slide your hand under his jacket and up his bare skin, you can feel how cold he is. But as you touch him, it's like he absorbs your heat, warming up as heat of more than one kind spreads through his little doll body.
You pull away from the kiss to find him a squirming, blushing mess. His entire face is bright red, his teeth are pulled up in a goofy grin, he's already dripping on your carpet-
"Oh, you're making a mess already, huh? You're pathetic," you purr, eyeing the black slick dripping down his thigh. You hadn't noticed before, but with the suit jacket pushed up, you see that he has a pretty little pair of cotton panties on, and they're soaked almost completely through with that same black fluid.
"I-I-I-I'm s[s0RRey]," he croaks out happily. His knees press against each other as he tries to get friction between his legs. His thick thighs press up against the curve of his panties, showing off the pretty black stain as well as spreading his mess.
"God, you're so cute. I was gonna tease you out here for a bit, get you all warmed up, but now that I know you're such a little freak... Mnn." You lift him off the door, pulling him close and letting him wrap his thighs around your hips. He's just tall enough to hold onto your neck, nestling his teeth into the crook of your neck and shoulder. You support his back and ass as he runs a long, oily tongue over your neck, trailing swirling kisses as you carry him to your room.
Fumbling for the handle, you swing open the door, finding your bed more on memory than sight with that long tongue leaving you half-lidded and hazy. You toss the little puppet onto the mattress. He scrambles until he finds a quick perch on the edge of the bed, spreading his pretty legs for you, eyes bashful.
"So excited to show off for me~! But you can do a better job than that, can't you? Show me what I'm working with," you purr, eyeing him hungrily.
"I-I-I-I-I-" He stutters and whines, biting his hand to stop himself. With his other hand, he reaches down and draws his soaked panties aside, showing off a rather nondescript hole. It's perfectly round, formed just like a... Well, just like a cheap fleshlight. You wonder if he's textured inside or if it's perfectly smooth like the rest of him seems to be?
"Oh, who made you, little toy? Twenty bucks may have been a little high for you, hm... Let me do a quality check," you tease, leaning over him and pressing him harder into the bed. Propping yourself up on one arm, you use your free hand to guide his panties to his ankles.
When you glide the tips of your fingers up his calf, his thigh, and then closer to that hole, he starts to close his legs. You catch him and hold him back with a snarl.
"Oh, not a chance, pretty thing. Hold still like a good boy."
His grits his teeth and lets out a darling whine, spreading his legs for you again.
"Very good. Now hold that pose for me..."
You just barely stroke his outer lips and he's already clutching the sheets, holding back whimpers. He's trying so hard to keep his legs wide for you. You can see his thighs trembling with the effort not to snap closed on your hand.
God, you can't wait any longer. What kind of noises will he make if you...
In one sharp motion, you dip your fingers inside him and spread them in a scissor motion, spreading him wide. A crackling groan escapes his pretty teeth and he arches into your touch. His glasses are a shattered stained glass of color, showing the rainbow static of an old box TV.
"Such a precious toy..."
Unlike his skin, his insides are already explosively warm for you. His wet coats your fingers as you curl them in further, allowing him to close around you. Exploring him with your fingers, you find that he's just as smooth and plush on the inside as on the outside. The only difference is that he's so very velvety soft... So, so wet... And he grips you so tightly...
"W--w-w-[Y]'d you [STOP! DON'T CLICK AWAY YEt]??" He looks at you with wide, needy eyes, a spot of drool sliding down his teeth. You can just barely see the flicker of his tongue as it grinds against the back of his teeth in his impatience and pleasure.
You hadn't even realized that you'd stopped. But now that he mentions it, you give him a snarling smile.
"Oh? Not good enough for you, huh? Well, try this on for size, big shot."
His eyes go wide just before you start flicking your fingers in and out and he practically melts in his groans and sighs. It's a fast rhythm you set, but that's not everything- No, you move with intent. You curl your fingers with every push, sure to hit the top of his walls with every stroke, seeking out what makes him feel the absolute best. The noises he makes change slightly with each movement as you search him. Just as you suspected, there's a particular spot that has him crumbling to your touch- With each vicious in and out, in and out, in and out, you start to pinpoint that pleasure spot in him, and you get him gasping with every single touch.
"MMNn-Nn[$$$]-s[#####]nn~" He throws his head back and moans wildly. He sounds like a change drawer being repeatedly open and shut. The more you hear the cha-ching, cha-ching, cha-ching, the more sloppy your strokes become- It reminds you of work, and of why you have this little doll man in your bed.
Slipping your fingers out of his dripping hole, you sit up on the side of the bed. He's next to you in a flash, grabbing your arm and looking at you with wide, pleading eyes.
"[BUT WAIT! THEr-THERE'S MORE] I didn't eve-n- Oh, please [please] [please] I need to [Cum in 30 Seconds With] please-"
"Shut up and maybe I'll let you help me choose," you hum vaguely, standing up and leaving him to head for one of your drawers.
Inside are dildos of a vast range of sizes and shapes. You have the classic human shapes, you have Monster shapes, you have maws, you have ovipositors, and a few others that are more household object than genitalia. When you step aside to let your partner view your collection, his eyes go even wider than before. You catch a flash of emotions across his face- confusion, interest, fear- until he finally settles on a nervous but hungry smile. His teeth click together eagerly.
You're certain it only builds his excitement when you start to undress. His eyes dart over you, taking in every bit of the skin you're suddenly showing- hips, thighs, legs, and of course what you have to offer between those legs- Oh, he's absolutely ravenous. Your cunt aches as he eyes it, already anticipating the action it's not going to get tonight.
"Are you just going to stare at me, or are you going to pick one out?" You grin.
He opens his mouth like he's about to say something, then shuts it quickly and darts over to the drawer. With surprising agility, he hops up on top of it, looking down on the toys from above as he tries to decide.
He starts to reach for one of your ovipositors, but you stop his hand.
"Not those," you laugh. "I don't have the eggs prepared tonight. Sorry."
He flushes and moves on quickly, muttering to himself like it never happened.
It's not long before he's made up his mind.
With a chattering grin, he reaches for the biggest artificial cock in your arsenal. It's an 10.5 inch ridged beast of a dick, designed to offer texture, heft, and best of all, a strap-on-compatible base.
"You're sure you can take that, little thing?" You ask incredulously, hesitating to reach for it.
"Anything [2] [[Always Put The Customer First!]], [[Sugar Buns]]," he says, swiping his teeth with his tongue. If that wasn't confirmation enough, he's dripping slick on your drawers.
"Fine, fine, fine, just get back on the bed, you little freak," you chuckle. "But uh, you can tell me to stop whenever, okay? Not that you couldn't before! But if it's too much-"
"Quit your [yapping] and [Filled Donuts] me!!!!"
With him practically begging you to fuck him, you make quick work of attaching the toy to your harness and gearing up. The weight of the thing takes a moment to adjust to... It's not exactly your toy of choice when you have to actually wear it and use it, but god, that doll's hole really does need to be plugged up. Watching him spread himself for you with a more demanding grin is incredibly enticing.
You line up with his entrance, holding his thighs down to keep him in place.
"Hold on to something, my little toy.~"
As he grasps the sheets, you start to press into him. While you want nothing more than to fuck him silly, you don't want to hurt him. But he grabs at your arms and crackles demandingly.
"MOr-e/ F[fast3r] PLeaEse oh pl2ase [fill me up] I need it--"
You don't need to be told twice. With his copious slick coating your dick, it's almost effortless for you to slide in as far as you can. You hilt at about half of your strap, but the plush Darkner under you makes it sound like it's all the way in with a rattling moan and the way he claws at the sheets. It doesn't seem to satisfy him, though, because he's reaching for you, pulling you close to him so your face is over his shoulder and his arms are latched around your back. It's a very intimate pose, you curled over him and him tucked tightly against you, but you don't have it in yourself to make it any different. Especially as you start to slide in and out of him and he digs his fingers into you- His desperation and the way he muffles his moans with your chest are heavenly. His voice vibrates through you so sweetly...
"Mnn, perfect little thing," you hum into his hair, pushing your silicone cock into his formless, dripping hole. When you start to get into the swing of things, you remember around the spot where you really got him going before, and you start to curve your strokes to hit that area a little better.
"[Loyal Customer], yo#u [[f33l so]]- so- [High Qu//ality]," he groans, his words degrading into a glitching whimper as you manage to pinpoint that sweet spot.
Each stroke is so easy. He's so wet, so smooth, so silky inside... You're sure if you had an authentic dick, you'd already be cumming. Fuck, even one of those enchanted toys... Ugh, if only those were in your price range...
Or if your fucking boss had given you your paycheck!
You buck your hips into him sharply. He cries out, arching his back, grin widening as you start to really get into it.
"Fu[ck] [[YES]]yes!!! [[That's The Spirit!!!]] Nn-"
"Shut up," you hiss, slamming into him again. But it's not enough. No, you can't get the rhythm right, your strap is too unwieldy, your partner's too squirmy-
You arch your back, breaking his seal on you. You grab his plush throat with a hand and pin his hips down with your other hand.
He grins manically, grabbing at your wrists with an enthusiastic laugh. He wiggles, trying to test your grip, just barely getting any leeway.
"S-such a [n1ce] GRi[p] you got th3re-!"
"Hold. Still."
"Yes, yes [yes] anyth1/ng [u] want, I'll [be a] [Good Boy]-"
"Shut the FUCK up!"
Pressing down harder, you pull your hips back and slam them into him. You get a whole inch deeper than before, and he chokes out a cry, tears forming in his eyes and a manic laugh bubbling out of his mouth. He's flushed so beautifully red, so flustered and excited, and you can feel his hole clenching around you in that excitement.
Pinning him down, you can finally get control. You hunch over him and fuck into him as hard as you can, hearing him cry out with every thrust. He gasps and moans, but he doesn't speak a word, just letting you pound into him in obedient (somewhat) quiet. Tears stream down his cheeks, but you can see that it's not distress. His is the smile of someone in complete bliss.
With him quiet, you can almost imagine your boss under you. That long nose, that fluffy hair, that horrific customer-service smile...
"You... smug asshole," you growl into his hair. "Should've... Nnf..." Your grip on his hips slides down to one of his plush thighs, squeezing him hard enough to bruise if he was more flesh than magic. He's just so soft in your grasp, and so very responsive when wrapped around you like this.
"Should've given me my goddamn money!" The sound of wet flesh on flesh only grows as you quicken your pace again. You can barely control your thrusts, but you're just so-
-So weak. You can't keep up this fantasy. Your boss can't make you feel like this. It's not even like he does it maliciously, he's just bad with money. You're mad, but that doesn't get you feeling this good... You don't know if you've ever felt this good using a strap before. There's just something about the way the man beneath you writhes and moans...
"-God, I don't even know your name," you mutter, heaving a breath as you pump in and out of him.
Your movements are too intense for him to respond, you know this. He's so in the moment, lolling his tongue out and openly weeping.
You shift your hands more to cradle him, holding his long black hair and his soft ass and letting him wrap his legs around you.
"You're beautiful," you huff out. "Pretty little thing. So lucky you showed up... when you did."
His face is so flushed and his eyes are unfocused. Can he even hear you? It's like you're fucking him stupid, the way his eyes roll with every stroke.
"-Raise your prices, you dumb whore."
With one last, viciously hard stroke aimed right for his pleasure point, he screams, arching hard into your chest. You can distantly feel him clench around you, and the way he pulses as he rides out a vibrant orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure visibly wash through him, and you can feel every twitch.
He collapses hard on the bed. His soft doll body practically melts into your sheets, twitching intermittently. He shudders as you- slowly, gently- slide out of him.
He really is beautiful. His nutcracker jaw is limp against his chest, showing off his teeth. His black, greasy hair is fanned out under him. And that flush... You noticed before that there were little circles that seemed to be painted on his cheeks, but now it's like that same bright red color has spread through his entire face and down his neck. Not to mention the way his hole is leaking that lovely black slick for you...
You turn away and set to undoing the strap-on harness. When that's done, you set it aside for cleaning.
When you start to put your pants back on, you hear his voice, hushed and gentle.
"...Spamton."
"What?"
"[[I don't even know your name]]," he chimes in your voice.
"Spamton... It suits you."
He laughs softly. You hear rustling behind you as he puts his suit jacket back on, and then a soft thump as he hops to the floor.
Clothed, you turn to look at him. He stretches and makes the motion of a yawn, but there's something sweet in the way he looks at you.
"...[Customer Satisfaction Guaranteed]?"
"Yeah," you smile. "I'm definitely satisfied."
There's a strange silence that lingers for a moment, like there's more you both want to say, but neither of you know how to put it into words.
"-Well, I'm [[deadbeat]]," he says, breaking the silence. "I'm gonna head [Home Sweet Home]."
You follow him as he leaves your room and heads for the door. Words pile up in your head, but it's only when he's opening the door that you get up the courage to say-
"-Wait! I, um-" You can't meet his eyes when he looks at you. He grins like he knows what you're about to say, and it makes you nervous. "So, I had a really good time. And... I was wondering if maybe you wanted to do that again sometime? Or, um. I get that this was probably a fluke and I'm just another customer, but... If you maybe... wanted to go on a date? Get to know each other better?"
He looks at you skeptically.
"...I, uh. I'd pay you-?"
In a flash, he's beaming, bustling over to you to pull a business card out of his jacket and slap it in your hand.
"-Whatever you like, [Honey Nut Cherieos]! But just so you ['re awareness]..." He flashes you a mischievous grin. "...I'm raising prices.~"
You flush, but smile.
"Good. I'll let you know when my paycheck comes in, then."
"[[DEAL'S A DEAL]]!"
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