SONGBIRDS

KKWW presents a Songbird in a cage

·Disclaimer. All the characters are 18 years old or older at the time of this story.

This is Lydia Alberti. 25 years old. 5 foot 7 inches. Long Black hair, tattoos, dancer's body. Half Greek and half Italian from Queens, NY.

You could say Lydia was born to preform, from an early age it was very apparent. To her parents credit, they encouraged her art. Dance classes, voice coaches. She was in every school play, talent show, she sang the national anthem at school sports events. After high school she attended Berkley school of the preforming arts with her dream of the Broadway lights.

It all seemed perfect, a little to perfect, don't you think?

Lydia went on many auditions and casting calls. No luck. She saw peers and friends hired. Auditions and casting calls don't pay the bills. She took bartending jobs, dog walking jobs, and waitstaff jobs just to pay the bills.

One morning during a coffee run she saw a flyer on the help wanted board.

Better then the average rate

80-90% health insurance paid

Flexible hours

It sounded perfect for her. It was steady work, she could wait tables at an upscale coffee shop no problem. Flexible hours meant she could still ho on auditions and casting calls. Prefect. Her luck was looking up. She applied as soon as she got to her studio apartment.

AA: hey Lu? This got flagged on the applications in the "tell us about you" part of the application "I have been singing and dancing since before I could walk"

LW: you think her for Martin’s project? I assume. Ok send me her application and I will talk to Martin about it.

A year and a half ago, a certain 3 person punk band played a gig at the Klub. 2 nights later they preformed high which is not the issue. The fact they told the audience about a secret underground nightclub was. 2 weeks before that a certain Grunge legend drank 5 bottles of wine on stage and complained the wine wasn't as good as the one he drank in a secret club with topless waitresses.

A directive was created: the Songbirds. Dolls 1.0 who would be trained to preform. They live for one preformance at a time. A doll 1.0 is perfect, each preformance is opening night due to memory rollback. No stress or anxiety or second guesses. No other gigs to tell secrets.

Marissa Songbird was the first. KKWW N.O(New Orleans) was used the testing ground. Now, why shouldn't the flagship have a Songbird?

3 weeks later...

Lydia sat in Jersey city in an abandoned Dress Barn in a strip mall. "We only need the space for the on-boardin, just a rental bird, dinna worry" Luna replied when Lydia complained about the run down building. Lydia didn't intend to pay attention to the tall lanky man with unkempt hair talk about the virtues of a coffee shop but as she watched the on-boarding/orientation video, her mind filled with a buzz. She looked around to see if anyone else noticed. They were all staring at the screen. Soon her thoughts were gone and only the buzz remained.

"Stand, strip, and walk ta me here. Comply" said Luna from the front of the room. 15 people of varying nationalities and ages stood and removed their clothing. When they were nude they walked mechanically to the front like marionettes on strings dancing to the pied piper song in their minds.

Luna took measurements if all her new batch of proto-dolls and wrote notes on her tablet as her assistant Ashley took pictures and uploaded them to Amy.

"She is the one? Ya" Luna asked. "Yeah she is flagged on my screen" Ashley said taking pictures of Lydia. Pictures of her face, full body front, Full body rear, her breasts, her tattoos, her crotch and her ass all uploaded.

"Hmm.. not bad, not bullocks. We can work with her . Good breasts... C not great but perky enough. Her bush needs a trim. Breath deep doll comply" Luna ordered and Lydia obeyed her new mistress. "She is probably going to need cardio to preform. 2 hours a day except on show days" Luna said typing herself a note.

The sticker printer came to life on the table. "Congratulations #000S2 you are accepted into servive" Ashley said the affixed the sticker above Lydia's left nipple. "All right you lot follow the lights on the floor ta yer bus follow instructions from the technicians. Comply" Luna said and smiled watching her new Songbird walk off.

3 months later

The dolls had finished training at the Providence processing center. They were trained in waiting tables and how to sexually satisfy a subscriber both male and female. They her given a hairstyle and makeup before new photos were taken and uploaded to the website.

Lydia Doll like the others wore only a Klub uniform thong. Her hair cut into a style specially picked for her by the stylist: shoulder length with bangs. The signature gold flecked body lotion and perfect makeup finished her look.

As her group of Dolls were loaded into motorcoaches she was stopped by a technician. "Lydia Doll you have more training. Follow me. Comply" he said and she followed. Lydia was led into a section of the processing center she had never been before but to her rolled back memory this was her first day anyway.

The room was almost a operating room. Climate controlled. Tiled floor with a drain at the center. It had a piano, a rack of dresses, a drop sink, and a door that led to a bathroom. A hospital bed without sheets sat over the drain at the center. A reclining dentist chair sat infront of group of shelving that held hair and make-up supplies. A technician sat behind a desk typing on a keyboard. 2 women sat on stools talking and drinking coffee.

The women stopped talking and looked at Lydia "the hair is good. She has nice eyes, make-up should focus on that. She can't ware the body lotion, she is going to sweat it off preforming" one of the women said obviously the make-up artist. "Her hair is good, we can keep it, just layer it so it isn't as hot under the lights" the other women said, obviously the hair stylist. "She isn't wearing... that?" Both women said in unison moving both hands in a circle at Lydia's thong. "What's the vibe?" One of the women asked.

"Late 70s mid 80s Stevie Nicks, Patty Smyth, Debbie Harry given a current twist. Karen O, GaGa, Olivia Rodrigo " said the technician standing next to Lydia. "When does the voice coaches arrive?" He asked. "Half hour. She is stuck in traffic" the other technician said as he continued typing.

"Lydia Doll... change designation. Lydia Songbird. This will be your new home and training area until we see fit to send you to your Klub." the technician said calmly. "Yes... master. I comply" Lydia said blankly.

3 months later...

Deep within KKWW NYC the crowd was packed, standing room. A lottery was given to the subscribers for a seat for the unveiling. In each subscribers email was an audio file that would self delete after it was listened to, Amy made sure of that.

Lydia Songbird had spent the day asleep with her headphones one playing her set list in a loop so each song was second nature to her.

The lights went out and the entertainment venue was dark and silent in anticipation. A sound of clinking heels then a spotlight. Lydia Songbird stood at the microphone. A low cut pink spaghetti strap dress that hugged her figure and ended in fringe at her mid thigh. Her jewelry sparkling under the spotlight. Her chin length bob styled hair with bangs stood dark against the spotlight. Her hand and her tattoos sleeved arms floated to the mic.

As Lydia pull the microphone to her lips "SHOW US YOUR TITS!" Called out from the audience breaking the silence followed by laughter. "Lydia smirked "Oh sweetie, I appreciate that but that's a request to your server or by reservation only" she said and the audience laughed again. The house band started into "One way or Another" matching Debbie Harry's vocals and mixing it with dance.

The show progressed for 2 hours finishing with a cover of Brittany Spears' "I'm a slave for you" and an encore of Scandal's "the Warrior" before bowing to a standing ovation. Lydia Songbird retreated behind the curtain still hearing the ovation. A security guard met her and guided her back to the Songbird back stage.

"Great Job! Ok, Lydia lay down on the bed. Comply" the head technician ordered.

She obeyed and laid down on the hospital bed at the center.

The other technicians stripped Lydia nude while make-up artist went to work removing her make. When they were done the stepped back while a technician used a shower head on a hose to rinse her off. The make-up artist and hair stylist dried her with some towels.

A nurse stepped in to check Lydia's vitals and gave the thumbs up to the head technician. The nurse rubbed Lydia throat with a steroid infused lotion before placing a breathing mask over her nose and mouth.

As Lydia's eyes closed her memory rolled back 3 hours.

A technician slipped the head phones over Lydia's ears playing a new set list.

"Good night, Songbird" the staff said before leaving and turning off the lights.

Just another day at the Klub

Fin.

KKWW by Jmojocat

Copyright © 2026 Jason Lewis aka Jmojocat