Test them himself

It was the middle of the day. It would take some time to call around and look for available VIPs. Clyde always had VIPs ready to test out new product as it was basically a free session. His VIPs mostly had normal jobs, though, so he would have to wait for them to be free. He figured earliest he could have a VIP client drop by would be in a few hours. He was too eager to wait. Emma was really too hot for him to leave alone at the moment. Since he was going to test her, he might as well test Joan and Ronda. He was just going to test them out himself like he used to do when he was just starting out and his gallery and clientele were small.

He stepped in front of Ronda. Clyde could not help but let his gaze wander over her Barbie-like body. She was not the first woman in his gallery to have extensive surgical work done. Being that his gallery featured women over their forties, Ronda would not be the last as well. She was well done though. Clyde would not be surprised if she spent millions on the work. Probably the reason she was sleeping around with her surgeon. "Ronda, give me a sexy dance," he then commanded. Ronda started to work her hips while her hands played with her breasts. The movement was already odd without music but was also stiff. He figured the blonde was not much a dancer in her past life. Though brain wash physical action was achieved through past muscle memory or what the subject's subconscious mind could cook up. It did not look great, but Ronda did as ordered without hesitation and that was perfect for her new life. The robotic-ness of her movement sort of added that she was merely a plaything now.

"Joan, give me a salute," Clyde ordered, as he turned his attention to the former military officer. The brunette did as ordered. Her body went rigid as her right hand snapped up to her brow. Clyde could not help but smile at the naked woman, giving him the salute. He imagined this was how she looked back then, but now she was stark naked and served him. "Joan act like a chicken," he commanded. Joan instantly folded her arms to wings and started to cluck loudly while turning in one spot. Her movement than Ronda's, but her face kept the same blank expression, giving her the robot look that the blonde had.

Clyde watched Joan act like a chicken and Ronda doing her sexy shimmy before he focused on Emma, who in contrast to her companions, stood still at attention. "Emma smile," he commanded. The former lawyer did as ordered. The smile was empty, however and did not reach her eyes, which remained glassy. "Emma pleasure yourself," he ordered next. Emma's face remained blank and smiling as her hands moved to her breasts and womanhood. Her fingers started to work her nipples and clit soon after. Clyde started to get hard himself as he watched. It did not take Emma long to climax and though her face remained vacant, she let out a long moan as the fingers around her sex begin to glisten.

As Emma continues to feel herself up, Clyde's cock threatens to tear through his trousers. He glances at the other two women, who were just distractions at this point. "Joan, Ronda make out," he ordered. Both women stop what they are doing and turn to face one another. There was only slight pause before they started to kiss one another deeply while their hands groped at their breasts and ass cheeks. Clyde himself drops his trousers and turns his attention back to Emma. "Emma blow me..." he commands breathlessly. Emma stop feeling herself up and drops to her knees before Clyde's throbbing cock. He can't help but let a shuttering moan as Emma takes hold of his manhood. She strokes him a bit and he starts to squirt his load. Emma leans in and catches the rest of his juices in her mouth. and starts to suck him off.