Inventory

The girl and I enter an elevator, descend a couple of floors, and walk down a stark hallway with cinderblock walls and an exposed ceiling. All this time, the girl maintains a light grip on my upper arm, guiding me where she wants me to go. I'm keenly aware of my complete nudity--especially thanks to the cold tile beneath my feet and the chilly breeze from the AC wafting over my body.

We enter a large room, a few dozen meters wide and deep. To my astonishment, it's filled with naked women like myself, standing in perfect rows and columns, all facing the same direction with their arms raised and fingers interlocked behind their heads. Every single one of them is breathtakingly beautiful, but with an immense variety on display--different ages, heights, faces, skin types, hair colors, breast sizes, pussy shapes...

These must be the actual pleasure models! They're disturbingly lifelike. Even as they maintain their positions, their eyes and heads turn to follow the girl and me as we walk across the room. No wonder my stupid ruse has worked so successfully.

The girl brings me to an empty spot in the two-dimensional grid of figures and positions me in the same orientation as the others. Instinctively, I mimic their pose, standing straight, interlocking my fingers behind my head and thrusting my breasts out. As the girl is bent over adjusting my feet, she appears to notice for the first time the sticky trails of cum streaking the back of my thighs.

"Aw, man," she complains. "He fucked the charging port! Typical. Well, I don't have the time to deal with cleaning it out right now. Let's just get you charged up."

One of her hands spreads my back cheeks apart. Moments later, something hard and unyielding pushes against my wrinkled rosette--a dildo! I try to suppress my reaction and simply stand there stoically as the beast pushes centimeter by centimeter into my rectum. The slickness of the cum helps, as does the fact that I'm still not fully closed up back there after Dennis's intrusion.

A wide flared base slips through the ring of muscle. Now the dildo is trapped, held in place by my sphincter. Looking forward, I can see that some of the pleasure models in front of me have similar dildoes ensconced in their rectums, wires trailing out of the base and disappearing beneath the floor.

The girl pats me affectionately on the butt and starts to move away. I wonder if things have gone too far, if I should call after her and explain that there was a mix-up--that I'm not actually a pleasure model. On the other hand...this is all so hot! I can remember few times my pussy has been this wet. I'm very tempted to continue playing this role so that I can see what happens next.