KKWW

Have you heard the rumors? Or is it an urban legend? A place hidden where the Elite use anyone for their whims and pleasure… for a price

Have you heard the rumor? The Urban legend? Have you seen those expensive cars in the cheap low rent part of town? The security details patrolling the abandoned house?

Have you been riding through the underground and you see the flash of light out of the corner of your eye accompanying a driving beat?

People whisper it is a hidden place where the elite use anyone for their whims without fear of repercussion.

“… and this is for you” said a plump man in an expensive suit handing his waitress a thin stack of $100 bills American. “And what kind of name is Aoife?" The man asked with a southern accent and a smile as he took his coat from his waiting wife.

“It means beautiful in my country” the Aoifa said with a happy smile. Aoifa was short and slightly plump in all the right places. Her hair was a deep brown with golden highlights. Her skin had a rich olive complexion with body loins flecked with gold that sparkled under the lights. She was topless with a purple string thong.

Aoifa happily skipped through the club floor, passing other men and women dressed in similar attire. When she entered the front room all emotions drained from her, each step becoming more mechanical. She handed the payment receipt and cash tip to the waiting manager. She then took her place in line with other dolls standing at attention. Her eyes closed as her memories came back to minutes before her last patron encounter.

This Aoife is a far cry from her former persona. The 19 year old devout Muslim woman had come to America for college. America was more difficult than she expected and the constant bullying from a girl in her dorm wasn’t helping. One night in an attempt to offset her college bills she saw an online advertisement.

“The KKWW is hiring in your area. We offer a slightly better than competitive rate because our clientele expect the best. Health insurance which includes glasses and dental, paid vacation, and flexible hours. Click the link to apply now! KKWW.com/careers”

Aoifa smiled, a better than competitive rate sounded just like what she needed. KoffeeKlub? She could be a waitress or make coffee; it didn't sound difficult. She hoped she could wear her hijab and her long sleeves under her uniform. She must preserve her modesty. Aoifa filled out the application and hit send. Within two days an email arrived in her inbox.

“Congratulations, your application has been accepted. As the newest member of KKWW you must attend the on-bording and orientation for new hires at the location and time listed below. Please bring your ID and if you are a foreign resident please bring your paperwork confirming you are allowed to work in this country. Again Congratulations. L. Williams Director of Orientation, Quality Control Manager”

The location for the orientation was two towns over. Aoifa had to take a bus, then transfer to another, and finally walk up a block according to her GPS. Aoifa was confused. The location was in what looked like an old abandoned strip mall. There were some buses parked outside in a parking lot. The drivers must use this lot to sleep when they aren’t on duty, she thought.

Outside of a door, stood a tall blonde woman. She was strikingly beautiful. She had a rich tan, sparkling blue eyes, and curves in all the right places. She wore a simple blue polo shirt with tan linen pants and heels. The woman was almost the perfect Barbie doll made flesh. There was a name tag affixed to the shirt above her perfect breast, ‘Melanie Jones, Brand Manager. KKWW. “Excuse me? I am looking for orientation. I hope I’m not too late.” Aoifa said with a polite smile.“No, Lovely you are just in time. Please check in with the next available table” Melanie said in an Australian accent as she held the door open.

Inside, there were 3 lines leading up to tables where women in blue polo shirts were busy checking people in. There were 25 to maybe 30 people of varying ages and nationalities Aoife estimated. Most in line with a sprinkling sitting beyond on folding chairs in front of a movie screen that was set up.

To Aoifa’s dismay, one of the girls from her dorm was in one of the lines. The blonde girl had bullied Aoifa since first seeing her in class. She was being checked in by an Asian woman ‘Takahashi Jin, Operatopns manager. KKWW on her name tag.

As Aoifa reached the front of her line “Luv, step up. We are running behind” said a voice in a British accent broke Aoifa’s train of thought. The voice belonged to ‘Luna Williams, Quality Control Manager, Director of Orientation. KKWW a stunning brunette woman.

“Are they all beautiful here?” Aoifa thought to herself feeling inadequate. Aoifa glanced down at her own conservative clothes and felt like a frump.

“Luv, are ya listening? I need yer name, ID, and working papers if you are an alien resident” The British woman said, annoyance clear in her voice.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Aoifa. A-O-I-F-A. Is it okay if I wear my hijab? Do I also need to wear my long sleeves in any uniform? My modesty must be preserved” Aoifa blurted out then felt embarrassed.

Luna looked up from her tablet as she typed. “You are fine, we don’t discriminate. We take all people of all faiths, genders, ages, and nationalities. As long as you are 18 years or older.” Luna said, reassuring Aoifa. “No, please find your seat"

Aoifa walked past the desk. That blonde girl from her dorm stuck her tongue out as she walked by.

As Aoifa took her seat she marveled at the array of people. A job that paid above a competitive rate was hard to come by in this economy.

Next to the projector stood the woman who held the door for Aoife, the British Woman who checked her in, the Asian woman, a plump tall brunette in a purple hoodie, and finally a short disinterested blonde woman who seemed to be watching for some kind of threat.

“Thank you for coming to this On-boarding and orientation. Congratulations on being hired into our family” Melanie said confidently with a smile.

On the screen was a video of a tall lanky man with dark hair and a stubble on his chin. He wore a M.I.T hoodie with a leather jacket. He smiled then talked about welcoming to his company, to his family, his employees were a treasured commodity.

Aoifa watched the video and listened. It all sounded nice, but there was a slight hum in the background. First,she paid it no mind. She wondered if someone should say something. She looked around, everyone was watching intensely. Even that dumb blonde from her dorm stopped giving Aoifa a dirty look and stared at the video unblinking.

Aoifa realized she was getting a little dizzy, but the man on the screen was talking about how important they were, how he valued them, and how they were his family. His voice was so soothing, so hypnotic. She felt her eyes growing heavy, her limbs becoming loose and relaxed.

As the hum in the background grew louder in Aoifa’s head, her own thoughts grew quiet with every second until only the hum remained.

Melanie and Jin nodded to Luna “OK, lovelies. Time to party” Melanie said with a smile. The room was silent. “Right, OK you lot follow instructions, comply” Luna started, “place your phone into the box attached to the chair in front of you, comply”

The audience did as they were instructed sleepily. “Alexy?” Luna asked and the short blonde woman stalking through the audience nodded her head signaling they had complied.

“Good,” Luna said, then pressed a button on the tablet. A small emp bust through each of the boxes, rendering the phones useless.

“Now, Stand, Strip, and then when you are completely naked, including jewelry, ya will form a line. Males on the left and females on the right. Ya? Comply” Luna said.

“Nice job, Colonizer but we need to speed this up and get this shipment out to processing” Melanie said with a smile.

Luna moved efficiently. She started with the men. She took notes and measurements. She measured height, chest size, waist, inseam, penis length. Melanie and Jin took pictures and uploaded them to Amy, a plump Canadian Woman sitting in the corner on her laptop. Amy quickly created a doll profile and printed out a bar code sticker. Alexy then affixed the bar code sticker to the new proto-doll.

With each grouping of three, Luna instructed them to follow the floor light that led to an awaiting bus.

Aoifa was the first. Luna measured her height, weight, and felt the firmness of her breasts and ass. Luna put on a plastic disposable glove and fingered Aoifa’s pussy hidden between her thick bush. Aoifa made no sounds or moved independently for that matter.

Luna smiled to herself. This woman, so worried about wearing long sleeve shirts under her uniform, was now naked in a room full of strangers, uncaring, unthinking, and awaiting instructions.

“Hey, Lu give us a hand?” Jin asked. Luna turned to see Jin and Melanie unbraiding an Indian woman’s long braided hair. “Bindi, married” Luna noted, “Not for long” Melanie said with a smile. Unbraided , the woman’s hair brushed the top of her ass. Alexy came up and affixed a barcode sticker to the woman’s breast #00187.

Next, was the blonde sorority girl that had been bullying Aoife. The girl’s empty mind wouldn’t remember Aoife or even own personal life again. Luna removed the girls' glasses , tossing them to the side. She undid her ponytail, letting her hair fall loosely past her shoulders. Luna measured her height, waist, and the amount of pubic hair and if a trim was warranted. Jin took the pictures "nice little barbie doll” she said with a smile, “and with the same amount of brainpower” Luna replied with a smirk. Alexy affixed a barcoded sticker #00188 just above the girl's nipple then waited for the next batch.

“All right you three, follow the lights on the floor to the bus, take a seat, and follow instructions. Comply” Luna said calmly as if she was ordering a pizza.

Aoifa, the Indian woman, and the blonde girl followed the lights on the floor as instructed with a mantra of “obey and comply” ringing in their minds.

The lighted path led to a bus parked outside. An awaiting technician scanned the barcode stickers and told them to take a seat. The three women did as they were told mechanically.

After they took a seat another technician placed earbuds into their ears. The earbuds played a special MP5 1.0 audio file that made the obedience and personal memory loss permanent. It installed the memory rollback feature and a certain degree of bliss when they followed instructions. When the bus was full of new proto-dolls it drove two hours to the processing center.

Not all of the prospects past Luna’s inspection. She told the four culled prospects to get dressed. They go to the address indicated on their personal identification.

Without the MP5 file, the highly suggestive state would fade after 24 hours. They wouldn’t remember what happened at orientation besides watching a video and then deciding the job just wasn’t for them.

KKWW or Koffee Klub World Wide LLC was an exclusive underground club/ bar/entertainment venue in which the elite, rich, powerful, and the celebrities paid a subscription fee to enter. It is a place to hangout, network, and party with like minded people.

Special to the Klubs are the dolls. Men and women over the age of 18 years old of varying nationalities that have undergone the orientation and the MP5 1.0 audio file. The dolls have been conditioned to believe that they are obedient robots pretending to be human in the presence of a patron. A doll may encounter a patron when they wait tables or when they service the patron sexually in the encounter rooms.

The Klub is a safe place to indulge your every desire without question or repercussions as long as there is no **** done to the dolls, other patrons or the Klub itself. The subscription is only for entry. Everything else is paid for. Especially the dolls in the encounter room. Which can be reserved upon request.

Luna and her sisters, the lieutenants packed up and headed to an awaiting limo. “Fuck me, that was a long day” Luna said as she slipped into the limo. “I’m not gonna lie, I’m fucking knackered. I could use a stiff drink and a good fuck right now” Luna said with a sigh as she adjusted her clothes.

“You and me both, Lu,” Jin said with a smile as she poured herself a glass of champagne from the ice bucket. ”Amy, how are the preliminaries?”

“New hires are in the catalog, they should be in processing soon. I will cross reference once they go through styling. I will update their new profiles after” Amy said typing on her tablet.

Melanie sat drinking her champagne. She was the face of the company, her image was in most of the advertisements. She loved her master and her sisters. She sighed, fulfilled with her life and her place in it.

Alexy sat quietly watching. Her job was the security of her master and her sisters when they went out into the field. Despite her five foot two inch height she was strong as she was deadly. When they got back to the private plane she could relax on the flight back home to New York then to the Tribeca building that served as their company headquarters and living space.

Jin smiled as she rode in the limo. She had been Martin’s first Lieutenant. His personal assistant and currently the Co-Company Manager along with Melanie. She was reminded by her creator and master’s words “there are people hurting and cast adrift in life. We give them a purpose. That is something to be proud of Jin, never forget” and smiled at the memory.

The buses pulled into the processing center. The awaiting technicians entered the bus, removed the earbuds and then the newly minted dolls to exit the bus and stand in a line. They complied without question or sound just obedience.

The dolls were led to their new home for the next three months. The processing center was a training facility. The dolls were given a surgery to neuter them. A doll would not get a patron pregnant or get pregnant themselves. They given lasik if needed. They were trained to wait tables, bartend, and how to please a patron sexually in any way the patron requested and required.

A special subset of dolls, the Songbirds culled for their inherent vocal range, were given training with a voice couch and how to perform on stage. The Songbird could cost triple the rate for a sexual encounter in the encounter rooms.

The final stop for the dolls was hair and makeup. A devoted team of stylists would cultivate a doll’s look to make any patron’s desires manifest in flesh. Hair trimmed, beards trimmed makeup done, body hair trimmed or shaved off completely depending on the look the expert stylist wished. New profile pictures were taken and sent to Amy who produced a doll profile on their website and the member’s email and app.

A three month process from orientation to shipping a doll to a Klub.

Have you ever seen a motorcoach leaving a private strip of the airport at odd hours of the night under the cover of the dark? Was that the Klub?

Back in the front room. Aoifa and the other dolls awaited instructions. “Mark table 3, Avarie table 6, Aoifa table 7, Jon Encounter room 1, Mark Encounter room 2 the patron’s daughter just turned 18 please be gentle, Rich and Ellen Encounter room 4 it’s a couples date night, and Morgan Encounter room 5” said Cory the night manager at this Klub.

The dolls snapped to attention. As they entered the Klub floor their movements became more natural as emotions returned to their faces. The Klub was loud with music from the house band and the general activity. Judy Songbird had just finished her set and some of the patrons were leaving the dance floor and returning to their seats.

Morgan the once snobby sorority girl stopped at her appointed Encounter Room. She wore only a sparkling silver string thong. Her now feathered blonde hair brushed the top of her breasts, her bangs brushing the top of her glasses.

Morgan read the subscriber request in a small window on the door then entered. The patron, a man of average looks and frame with short dark hair and a trimmed beard sat on the bed naked with his dick in his hand.

Morgan calmly walked to the closet, selected a cheerleader jumper cut almost in half so the bottom of Morgan’s breast hung out and a very short cheerleader skirt. She placed her glasses into the locker and slid down her thong suggestively. She turned around full of emotion and manufactured desire. Yelled a “ready ok!” then did a cheer routine followed by a cartwheel into a split her smooth pussy lips on the carpet on full display.

The subscriber, a former professional football player, almost popped his load at the girl in a split on the floor in front of him.

“Fuck me, you are a sight for sore eyes” he said with a thick Texas drawl. “I’ve waited all fucking day for this” He said still gripping his cock as she slithered to the bed her head rose between his legs licking her lips “what do you want to experience tonight?” She said with a wicked smile. “I want to 69 with you here on the bed. If you make me cum first, I will double your tip, if I make you cum first… then darling I get a free round” he said with a wink.

Morgan was conditioned to fulfill the whims and desires of the subscriber like all good dolls. He lay on his back on the bed while Morgan slithered up on top of him. She positioned herself so her pussy was right over his face. He could smell her arousal, strong and sweet. Morgan closed her eyes and leaned back, her hands on his thighs for support.

“Mmm,” she moaned as the subscriber began to lick her. He started slowly, teasing her with long, languid licks. He sucked on her clit, making her buck her hips. Morgan spread her legs wider, giving him better access. He obliged, thrusting his tongue inside her. He could feel her getting wetter with each passing second.

Morgan opened her eyes and looked down at the man between her thighs. She took his hard dick in her hand then licked the tip like an ice cream cone on the summer’s hottest day. She licked it again, then again, slower this time, letting her tongue swirl around the head. She looked up at him with a wicked smile, teasing him, making him moan. She started to take him into her mouth, inch by slow inch, her hand moving in time with her mouth. She could feel him getting harder, bigger in her mouth. She took him as deep as she could, her throat constricting around his cock. He moaned loudly, “Fuck, that’s good.”

She pulled back, her hand moving faster now, her mouth taking him deeper with each bob. She could taste him, salty and sweet.

Between her own legs she could feel him licking and sucking on her clit.

Her own moans joined his. She tried to focus, trying to make him cum first so she could get that double tip. She could feel his balls tightening, his cock getting harder in her mouth. He was close, she could taste it. She redoubled her efforts, taking him deeper, sucking harder.

He moaned, ”Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m close. Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.” He reached down and grabbed her ass, pulling her down harder onto his face. Morgan moaned around his cock, her own orgasm building. She could feel it, right on the edge, ready to explode.

Morgan’s doll mind cut off her pleasure sensors. She, like the others' dolls, had been conditioned to believe they were robots pretending to be human in the presence of a subscriber.

To her it was all an act for the benefit of the paying customer.

While her body might betray her, her mind prevented her from crying out until he was satisfied. She had allowed the bet with the knowledge, the house always wins.

With a moan, he filled her throat with his hot load. Then knowing she had satisfied him, her body allowed herself an orgasm, her juices pouring into his mouth and onto his beard.

“Damn girl, I almost had…” he started to say but was interrupted by the clock on the nightstand. “Time is up, time is up, please pay your server, gratuity is accepted for exceptional service and please exit the room” the automated voice echoed from the timer on the nightstand.

The subscriber wiped his face, his beard glistening with Morgan’s juices. He fished his wallet from his pocket and swipped his KK Master. He then counted out $1000 and placed them on Morgan’s face. “You’re a star, kid. I’ll see you around,” he said with a wink as he dressed quickly then left, closing the door behind him.

Morgan lay on the bed, her body still tingling from her orgasm. She felt the cool air on her bare skin as the patron left the room, her arousal slowly fading. She stood up and removed her cheerleader outfit. Pushed the soiled clothes into the laundry shute. She then retrieved her thong and sandals from the closet dressed and calmly walked through the Klub back to the front room.

Morgan passed Cory the payment receipt and cash tip. Morgan returned to the line as her memory rolled back. The attending nurse checked her out and gave Cory a thumbs up. “Morgan go backstage, shower, refresh at styling, and returns here. Comply” Cody said and then took the payment from the returning Aoifa.

Morgan nodded then passed Aoife on her way to the ‘backstage’, the area under the Klub containing the dolls dormitory, showers, styling, and medical. Aoifa stood at attention, her eyes closed as her memory rolled back.

The rotation would continue for another few hours. The Klub operated 10am to 3am and only shut down for the cleaning staff to work their magic.

Like Cory, the cleaning staff were normal hired people, paid handsomely, and signed to a strict NDA.

At 3am, the hired staff went home. The dolls went backstage. They showered then mechanically walked nude into the dormitory. The dormitory was a large room filled with bunk beds. The second a doll's head hit the pillow they were instantly asleep. While the dolls were conditioned to believe they were robots, their all too human bodies needed sleep.

The day shift would wake up at 7am, take a shower, eat breakfast nude in the cafeteria, dress in their uniform of a thong and sandals, report to hair and makeup, and finally return to service in the Klub just before 10am. Ready to obey and comply with instructions.

The night shift would begin their own 2 hour prep at 4pm. Thanks to the memory roll back, the doll had no concept of time. Each day was like the first day of service. Even in a slightly smaller Klub like this one the Klub Midwest in Chicago a doll would never leave the Klub unless they were being transferred to another location.

At this time there are 15 locations worldwide. Orientation is ongoing in certain locations. Maybe close to you.

“It’s a brothel in all but name. We offer a better than competitive rate to get them to orientation, and then they are ours. Even the name KoffeeKlub is a trap. They think how hard is it to pour coffee? It's a simple business plan. Subscription pays for the staff and building upkeep. The services we provide pay for the rest” -Martin Blackwater during an investor call.

Just another day at the Klub.

KKWW by Jmojocat

Copyright © 2026 Jason Lewis aka Jmojocat

Thank you for reading, I started this journey 1 year ago. It is an attempt to make a universe that appeals to all readers. Thank you for your continued support.