(Subplot) Chantelle’s Dilemma

“Well that took much longer than expected, my former agent,” the director said while wiping his hands clean. “Seems like this Rebecca is quite the witch.

“That damn witch is more powerful that she realizes and just keeps catching spells so whimsically,” Chantelle said through labored breathes as she finally was able to relax from constant orgasms. “If I could get my hands on her I swear I would…”

“Well let’s not that do that, darling,” the director said leading them out of his bedroom and back to his office. “I don’t want this witch thinking I’ve chosen sides, which I haven’t. Let’s just call this paying a debt…”

“Sure, whatever you want. I still need to go help my girls and especially Claudia. Fuck…why did you have to get her involved with this shit…” Chantelle said as she slammed her hands on his desk.

“She was the willing one, Chantelle. Sisterly love at its finest,” the director chuckled as he leaned back in his chair. He quietly closed his eyes and smiled as he said, “How about we send you other there but with an elaborate disguise as well?”

“Did you want me to be a person?” Chantelle asked with a hint of annoyance. She would have rather just flipped placed with her sister.

“Not entirely…You need to meet up with your sister and have her tell you everything that’s going on. Once she has given your everything, I will swap you two out and make it look like our dear Rebecca whisked someone else away,” the director said with a sly grin.

“So what should I be? A gerbil?” Chantelle asked with her arms crossed.

“No I was thinking more of a toy preferably a doll. You ever play with Barbie’s?” The director asked with a chuckle.

“No… I had a Christie doll…but I get your point. I’m going to be have to get in rather stealthily,” Chantelle said not to excited that she was being converted into a plastic toy.

“Yes our eccentric friend Lucy had started a very popular streaming show that would make it difficult for you just to appear out of nowhere,” the director said. “Aside from that you will have to speak with your sister and anyone else for everything else going on. Are you ready to boxed up and shipped?”

“…Fine…” Chantelle said as she had a feeling this was very dangerous. “One last thing, can you at least put my sister’s name on the box?”

“Oh I gotcha! She should get the hint of why she was sent a doll,” the director said. “Well make sure to get me a souvenir from across the pond.” He snapped his finger and Chantelle was transported into a smiling plastic doll. She was fastened into her box and everything went dark as shipping peanuts filled around her with the box being sealed shut. At least she wasn't in a constant state of pleasure and orgasm…