The Doll buffet or Opps All Dolls

Disclaimer: all of the characters were 18 years old or older at the time of the story

There are 489 Dolls in circulation throughout KKWW here are some of their stories

Fresh Produce

In the dark you wait. The temperatures are so hot during the day and so cold at night. You have been hiding in the back of an 18 wheeler. A false panel keeps you and the 29 others hidden. You talk to your sister about the golden streets and endless opportunities in America. Men and women both older and younger than you, each paid the $15000 for the border crossing ride with you.

The truck stops. You hear yelling. You see the blue lights. A quiet man Hector, from behind you steps forward he brandishing a gun. He tells mumbles the cartel would kill him if he goes back. You huddle on the floor with your sister trying to comfort her as she cries. You hear bolt cutters popping the seal and you can hear the trailer door open and yelling. The panel is pulled back and the quiet man raises his gun only to be met with a shotgun and assault rifles put in his face. He surrenders.

The men are Americans some kind of border patrol you think. They user you out into the cold night. The truck driver complains about hid loss of money before getting pulled away.

The men, the agents clad in dark green uniforms line you and put yours and the others possessions in a pile. They bark orders in English, you can't understand. A woman in the same green uniform steps forward "Somos la Patrulla Fronteriza. Están entrando a nuestro país ilegalmente. Permanecerán detenidos hasta que puedan ser devueltos a su país de origen. Suban al autobús; hace más calor que estar de pie afuera. (we are the border patrol. you are entering our country illegally. you will be held until you can be returned to your country of origin. get on the bus. it's warmer than standing outside.)

You ride in silence to the facility. They give you plain pants and a shirt. Warm enough to keep you warm but not warm enough if you someone how got away. Days pass and you don't know what month it is or how long you have been there.

"Ruiz, Ximena and Natalia" A woman said from the door. "Estoy autorizado para ofrecerle una opción. Podemos deportarlo o podemos incluirlo en un programa de trabajo por encargo. Este le permite permanecer en este país, pero debe trabajar. (I am authorized to offer you a choice. We can deport you or we can be involved in a work for hire program. It lets you stay in this country but you have to work.) You nod your head in agreement, anything to get out of this prison. You know your sister Ximena wouldn't last much longer.

From: (Redacted)

To: [email protected]

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Fresh Produce.

Ms. Takahashi please pass on to Mr. Blackwater that we have stopped a Trailer of immigrats crossing the border. As the deal was profitable on both our ends the last time; we thought we would give you first crack.

Best Regards

(Redacted)

From: [email protected]

To: (Redacted)

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RE: Fresh Produce

I have talked with Mr. Blackwater and he says because your shipment was small enough, it won't be missed it it goes missing. I will send director Williams and her assistant to assess.

We will discuss payment after.

Best Regards.

Jin Takahashi

Operations manager KKWW.

KKWW, don't you deserve the best?

In the morning, you are ushered into a room, it was a chapel. In front of the room is a large TV screen and 2 women. "MY Name is Luna Williams..." the taller of the 2 said loudly. "Hey Lu? they don't speak English at any volume" the shorter woman said with a laugh. "What? Bloody hell. Ok Ashley you do it then. Luna said annoyed.

Ashley stepped up "Hola, representamos a KKWW. Es un bar, un restaurante y un centro de entretenimiento. Van a ver el video. Después, podrán decidir si vienen con nosotros a trabajar; nosotros les proporcionaremos capacitación. O bien, pueden regresar a sus celdas. Vean el video y decidan después." (Hello, we represent KKWW. it is a bar, restaurant, entertainment place. You will watch the video. Then you can decide to come with us and work. we will provide training or you can return to your cells. watch the video and decide after.)

The crowd murmured. "OK, good let's get the show on road. Ya?" Luna said and the video came to life. You watch the video it's been dubbed into Spanish. The tall lanky man with wild hair talks about family, belonging, hard work... as you watch you hear a hum, is the video broken? You look at Ximena for a second. She is transfixed, same as everyone else. As the hum gets louder, your voice in your head grows quieter until there is only the hum.

Ashley steps forward as the video finishes "Todos de pie. Quítense toda la ropa. Todo. Formen dos filas: los hombres a la izquierda y las mujeres a la derecha. Obedezcan." (Everyone stand. Remove all of your clothing. everything. form 2 lines. males on the left and females on the right. Comply)

You stand. Do as you were ordered to do. It is the most important thing in the world to you now. It's so hard to think. You mind just wants to follow instructions. You remove all of your clothing, the chill in the air hardens your nipples. Everyone around you does the same. The woman next to you looks familiar, you try to remember but the voice tells you she doesn't matter only obey. So you obey.

5 months later.

You manager told you table 3 so you leave the front room. First it's like walking in jello then as you feet touch the Klub floor and your mind is moving again. You are dressed in your Lonestar Klub uniform. No shirt or bra your breasts covered by the fringed leather vest. A red and blue thong in the colors of your home Texas, a pair of leather chaps and cowboy boots. Your uniform is the only clothes you have ever worn in your entire life that you can remember.

"Hi, I'm Natty and I will be taking care of you all. Can I start you off with some drinks" you say with a smile. In your head their pleasure and enjoyment are the most important thing ever. Your training makes it a fact. The plump man and his wife put in their drink order and you rush off to comply.

At the bar you put in your drinks order. Ximena doll nods her head in recognition. Ximena is just another doll at your klub. She has the uniform as you. Her short bleached blonde hair in a bob cut. You smile as she leaves to her table with her drink order. You see Hector doll on the way to one of the encounter rooms.

As you return with your drinks, you are happy to be at KKWW Lonestar, the only home you have ever had.

Fin.

Mother and Daughter Act

On a street hidden on the lower end of São Paulo, Brazil it sits. A Mecca where Carnival reigns supreme. Decked in vibrant Green, Gold, and Purple the dolls walk to the beats of the Samba, Axé, and Pagode playing from one of the house bands.

CeCe Doll walks, or in this case bounces to the beat. The 58 year old doll is 5'6 with grey-white hair and a plump, Rubenesque frame. Her tan body was covered in the standard KKWW body lotion with flecks of gold and glitter. With every step her 40E breasts bounced. She wore only a lime green g-string thong and a pair of flip flops.

The former Cefora Cohen-Reed, once conservative, Connecticut born half Brazilian half Jewish, therapist, and social worker is almost unrecognizable in her current state.

“Thank you, and enjoy the rest of your night” CeCe says as she passes the subscriber the payment receipt marking a generous 20% tip for her table and skips happily to the front room her breasts bouncing all the way.

As CeCe Doll enters the front room, all emotions drain and she becomes more mechanical with each step. She passes their copy of the payment receipt to the manager on duty.

CeCe then takes her place eyes closed as her memories rolled back 40 minutes. The nurse on duty checks her sleeping form out for cuts or abrasions while the stylist refreshes her hair and makeup .

Unbeknownst to CeCe Doll just a row behind her stood Maria Doll, her 19 year old daughter. Maria Doll was tall and athletic. She had beautiful auburn hair. She was the spitting image of her mother at that age

Maria Reed was best described as a spoiled nepo baby. She partied all night and spent her mother’s money all day. To Cefora’s great dismay, Maria had taken a year off of college to “find herself”. Annoyed, Cefora and her daughter fought often because of it. During a heated argument, Cefora threatened to cut off Maria unless she found a job.

Two days later, Maria announced she had got hired. It wasn't that easy, because nothing with Maria ever was. She had to go to a mandatory on-boarding and orientation meeting . To ensure Maria actually went to the meeting, Cefora had insisted on accompany her daughter. Maria had pulled this trick before in the past, getting hired then just not showing up.

When they got to the location, a closed Old Navy store. Cefora went in with Maria. "I need to go with her, I'm afraid she will make a break for it " Cefora said to the woman typing in Maria's information "No worries luv, we have security for that kind of thing, but take a seat. I always bring extras just in case" the woman said with a British accent and a sly smile.

15 minutes later, "m...mom do you hear that buzz?"

30 minutes later, "All right you lot! Let's get this moving! Stand, strip until yer naked, the walk to the front"

3 hours later "#00147. State your name" the technician ordered as he removed Cefora's earbuds "Cefora Doll" Cefora mumbled. "Ok, CeCe Doll stand up, get out of the bus and stand outside with the others. Comply" the technician said calmly checking of boxes on his list.

They step off the motorcoach and into the Providence, RI processing center, still naked the newly minted dolls with the MP5 1.0 audio file coursing through their empty minds. They have no personal memories. Their entire life now revolves around complying with the instections of their masters.

10 minutes ago

“Jon table 1, Lisa, table 4, Erin table 7, Mark table 8, Stephen Encounter room 1, Maria Encounter room 2, Brian Encounter room 3, and Cece Encounter room 5. Comply “ the manager ordered and the Dolls snapped to action. Emotions returned as they stepped onto the Klub floor.

Cece Doll walked past the bar, through the restaurant, past the Carnival floats, and Carnival dancers, and into the hallway leading to the encounter rooms. She stopped at encounter room 5 and read the request file on the door compartment and then entered.

Inside was a middle-aged man and woman. The man sitting on the bed and the woman in a nearby chair both in only their underwear. Their jewlery was the only thing that marked their wealth. As CeCe entered, the couple stopped talking and watched her. First she went to a closet next to the door and bends down slowly giving the couple the view of her ass as she removes her thong. She then puts on an apron that had been supplied for the subscriber’s role playing request. On it was stitched the words "Mother knows Best"

CeCe ran a hand through her feathered Grey-white hair, smiled and asked in a tone dripping with sugar, “Have you been good children?”

CeCe was mostly reserved in the KKWW São Paulo for subscribers with “mommy issues”. She was a mix of a maternal vibe and sexy cougar. Almost the opposite of her old life, now purged from existence.

“Yes, mommy very good” the man on the bed said excitedly as the woman in the chair nodded her head in agreement. The room had been set up to the reservation's request specifications. In this case the apron. Some cookies and milk.

CeCe reached for a cookie from the plate on the nightstand, took a bite, then kissed the man. “You know what goes well with cookies? Yummy milk” she announced in her cheery tone as she reached for a small glass bottle of milk. As she went to take a sip, she missed her mouth,spilling it all down her chest, and made a pouty face.

CeCe removed her apron. Her breasts, her stomach, and her grey bush was wet with milk. “Be a dear and clean this up for mommy” she cooed.

CeCe laid back on the bed. The woman licked and sucked Cefora’s nipples while the man cleaned between Cece’s legs his tongue in her wet folds tasted a mixture of salt and milk. “That’s it, that’s my good boy. Make sure to get every drop” CeCe purred as she grabbed the man’s hair and pressed his face deeper into her cunt.

The woman sat up when she saw her husband's face firmly against CeCe's cunt and heard the sucking. She could see the pleasure in Cece’s face. She She could see the trail of milk from the mature woman’s tits to her crotch. She could see the man’s tight ass clenching as he licked and sucked.

The sight was turning her on. The woman fingered herself, while the man worked his hard cock with his free hand. The room was a symphony of moaning and orgasms that was broken by the timer on the night stand.

“Time is up, time is up, please pay your server. Tips are welcome for exceptional service. Time is up, time is up…” the timer rang out.

CeCe sighed separating herself from the subscriber between her legs, stood up on wobbly legs and waited for payment. The woman passed CeCe her KK masterKard and dressed while CeCe ran the payment. The man dressed and waited for his wife. The wife signed the payment with a 30% tip on the $6K reservation. “Happy birthday hun” she said and they left.

CeCe stripped the bed and put the sheets and apron into the laundry slot. She locked the door behind her and skipped happily to the front room. When she arrived, the Melissa doll was being checked out by medical for bruises and abrasions as her memories rolled back 40 minutes.

CeCe gave the manager on duty the signed receipt from her reservation. She then stood at attention eyes closed as her memories rolled back 40 minutes. The nurse and stylist would see her next.

Fin.

A Rosey disposition

Rosa Esposito 35 years old had been let go from the university. 15 years of her life. 15 fucking years. They couldn’t afford their rent.

Every night for two weeks she scoured the internet. She needed something, anything. A what? No, not a waitress but it could be temporary until she found something better. It paid... a lot, flexible hours? full health insurance? …a dream. It was like God finally answered her prayers. She almost immediately and hit send.

2 days later

‘Congratulations and welcome to our family KKWW. … please report to mandatory new hire orientation at …’

2 days after that

The security had let her in after showing her hiring email and her ID. She arrived early and stood in line. It was finally Her turn. She approached the the woman at the desk “Hello my name is Rosa” and she handed her driver’s license to the woman.

“Morning Mrs. Esposito, welcome to KoffeeKlub Worldwide LLC. Take a seat behind me for the welcomin video from the founder. Ya know a little on-bordin. Just a tick then back on your feet, no worries luv” the British woman says calmly with a sky smile.

Rosa found her seat the gathering was around 20 people small but intimate. All races, all ages, everyone needs a job in this economy she thought to herself.

The British woman walked to the front of the room accompanied by another shorter woman.

“Hello and welcome to…” the video started.Rosa wasn’t listening it was a standard orientation… she hoped it wouldn’t be long she had to... to het back to…? It was on the tip of her…

“You have taken the first steps on…”

Where was she? Who are these people? How did she…

Her mind panicked, she should remember. Shouldn’t she? The video so soothing a buzz filling her mind taking away her...

“Our subscribers expect…”

So hard to think… her name ro…Roberta? …no close though … Rosey… she sighed close eno

Ugh… Rosa that … that’s it.

Now she had to know more … maybe the video … the buzz in her head calming her. Just fol... follow Instructions.

“All right you lot, Stand, Strip down to yer naked, then come to the front. Left females, Right Males. Comply” Luna said. “Ashley ready with the camera ? Amy up and runnin?”

Fin.

Breaking the News.

Jayden Thomas, 40 years of age, is a regional news reporter. 5'4", thin blonde, and beautiful. She was hired directly out of journalism school. The 5 time Emmy award winner seemed to have it all or so it seemed. TV news is a young person’s game and Jayden was aging out.

Jayden was first a morning anchor, then drive time anchor, then late night anchor, and now relegated to weekend anchor. To her frustration her spotlight had faded considerably. “OMG! I used to watch you with my mom when I was little” one of the new news girls said smiling politely.

Now she sits in the newsroom desperatly listening to the tip line in the hope of a story that will return her to her former glory.

“She hasn’t come home and I don’t know what to do. The police just sweep it under the rug” a worried mother.

“She has been gone a month! Why haven’t they done anything?” Another mother.

“My brother went to an on-boarding meeting for a new job. He hasn’t been back yet. That was 3 days ago” a college girl cried on the phone.

3 missing people from the same area? And the police doing nothing?Jayden was back. Her spidy senses tingled. She called the people back to set up an interview and to the police to iquire why they weren't acting on the missing cases.

At the morning meeting her story ideas were shot down by her editor. “What do you mean cancel the interviews? This is gold. 6th Emmy gold” Jayden was mad she needed this so badly.

“The people in question obviously took a job. They then moved for training or to be closer to work. It’s not a big thing. It happens all the time. Jay, I love you like a daughter I just don’t want you to make a fool of yourself. There is nowhere to go after weekend anchor” her editor told her.

Jayden called the families of the missing people and set up thr interview anyways. She would do it herself.

It was the same story from each of the family members. The missing person applied to a job online. They were hired and went to a manditory on-boarding meeting. Never returned. All of the families had filled out missing person reports with the local police. Jayden contacted the police and they could not find any missing people reports. She had one last place to check. After talking to the family members, she got the website link. The company a KKWW out of Tribecca, NY. She assumed The it was a string of coffee shops. She hadn't heard of it but that didn't mean much. She typed in the website KKWW.COM/apply

Jayden filled out the application. Her cover story: was an unemployed horse trainer, desperate to pay her bills. It wasn’t a lie almost. She had been a trained equestrian during her college years. There is difference in pay between evening anchor and weekend.

2 days later the reply and she was hired.

“Welcome to our family KKWW. All new employees are required to attend a manditory on-bord..."

She was in. She phoned her ‘work husband’ Ryan to go with her. Her plan was they would record the meeting from their phones. Her plan was fool proof.

2 days later in an abandoned Gymborie clothing store. Jayden and Ryan were let in by a security guard after showing the hiring email and their IDs. There were 12 other people besides them. Half were sitting on chairs infront of a large tv screen while the rest were getting checked in.

“Welcome to KKWW ” said a British Woman as she pulled up Jayden’s name and information. “We are still settin up, please find a seat. It shouldn’t be long” the British woman said with a polite smile. Jayden and Ryan walked down the aisles. The room was simple with rows of folding chairs set up for 20, Jayden counted. They found two seats in the back row.

The room was filling up. Varying ages and varying nationalities. People needed a job in this economy.

The video started and Jayden paid little attention to the video but there was a buzz. She tried to ask Ryan if he heard it as well, but when she opened her mouth she no longer remembered why. Soon there was only the buzz in her head and not even her own voice.

“Put your phones in the box in front of your seat. comply” Jayden obeyed without question. An electric pulse ran through the boxes. “Now that’s done. Stand up, Strip until you are naked, and …”

3 months later

Jayden Doll sat on a white horse. She wore only a short pink tutu and nothing else. Her breasts bounced with every step. Bellow her, she could feel each step with her bare sex on the horse’s skin. In front of her a handler held the horses reigns and led her slowly through the Kafé Klub de Paris.

Other horse were led by handlers, acrobats tumbled, as mimes preformed, and dolls ran to carry out their instructions. All clad in the same short neon pink tutu as Jayden Doll.

From a nearby table a middle aged man raised his hand. “J’achèterai la blonde pendant une demi-heure dans la salle de rencontre”

The waitress from the table approached and whispered to Jayden’s handler. He said calmly amd assertive to Jayden “Encounter room 6. Comply” he said calmly and assertive.

Here in the Paris Klub some of the dolls rode horses as a living advertisement to be ordered a la carte. Jayden discounted and walked to the encounter rooms in the rear of the restaurant. “Hello, what would you like to experience?” Jayden said walking into the encounter room and closing the door behind her...

“Jayden? No, she took a new job out of market. Her and Ryan.” Jayden’s editor said to the new hired weekend anchor.

“Oh, that’s too bad. I used to watch her when I was little with my mom” said the perky young brunette.

Jayden’s editor crashed his KKWW check. He swept the story under the rug as requested. The police would sweep the disappearance under the rug like the others.

Fin.

Pretty for a change

"Alright, sweety keep them closed. Almost ... almost. OK lets see them" the stylist instructed. The doll in the chair batted her eyes.

Her eyes shadow was pink that seemed to transitioned into purple at the edges.

"Take the rollers out while I finish her face" the makeup artist said to the hair dresser.

The doll's blonde hair had been parted in the center then left to cascade down straight with pink curls at the bottom

Patty Doll formerly Patricia was a short 5 foot tall. With piercing blue eyes. She had a nice chest for her height with a nice ass. Her bangs always brushed the top of her glasses with her blonde hair almost always in a ponytail.

Patricia had never been a beauty queen. She had almost never wore makeup. She was plain and the definition of basic.

Patricia fell behind on her hospital bills. In an attempt to get caught up she applied to an online job.

Now she doesn't remember her chronic pain, her bills, or anything besides her name.

"Where did I?...Fuck where did I put her glasses?" The make-up artist looked around.

"No Lasik?" The stylist asked. "No, her eyes were too bad. She can't see a few inches in front of her without them. OK there they are."

Patricia hadn't had the money for new or even stylish glasses in years. Patty doll wore gold wire frames in a modern style.

The makeup artist rubbed her skin with the custom lotion with flecks of gold. Her arms, across her breasts, down her stomach to her dirty blonde bush and finally her legs.

They slipped the thong around her ankles then "doll stand comply" and she obeyed.

The stylist pulled up the dolls thong. "

Stand in front of the wall. Comply" and Patty doll did as she was told.

Flash. Full front body photo.

Flash. Full back body photo.

Flash. Face photo.

Flash. Breast photo.

Flash. Ass photo.

"Great job, team. Send these photos to Ms. Adam for the website"

Fin.

Moving pains

She had met him online. After days straight of talking to him, she decided he was her soul mate. The other side of her soul she had been looking for all her life.

Months later, plans were made for her to travel with her sister from their native Toronto to his Dover, New Jersey. They would visit and stay if the match was in person as it was online.

It all felt right Ashley decided to stay. But America was very expensive. This wasn't a free ride or a vacation, she knew that. They needed money. She needed a job and found one online.

Waitress was an OK start in a new country. They were very accurate. She applied and within 2 days they replied back accepting her application. She was hired. As a new member of KKWW she would have to attend a manditory on-boarding meeting. It was decided Matt would go with her and her sister Mitchelle. They would go celebrate after the meeting.

Ashley is almost 6 feet tall, curvy, with dyed black hair. She had lost some weight but not enough to be comfortable in short or revealing clothes. He didn’t care about Ash’s weight only that he loved her.

Matt is 6 foot one inch tall, athletic but not cut. His job kept him active. He was cute but never saw himself attractive.

Mitchelle worked training horses, always in jeans and a t-shirt. Her long blonde hair in its usual pony tail. Mitchelle had gone with the couple. She wouldn’t return home to their parents without knowing her big sister was happy and could provide for herself.

The on-boarding was a closed Gap store in Parsippany a town over from their apartment. A security guard let Ashley in after she showed him her email and her ID. He allowed Matt and Michelle in but told them it was up to Ms. Williams if they would be allowed to stay.

“Hello, I’m Ash, I was hired last week. I was told to report to orientation. I brought my boyfriend and my sister. Can they wait here?”

“If it’s trouble, we can wait in the car,” Matt said politely.

“No worries, Luvs. I bring extra chairs just in case. It's just a video ta tell ya what yer in for. In and out in no time"

The British woman said calmly with a sly smile.

Three months later, in the front room of Chicago…

“…Mitchelle table 8. Comply,” the day manager ordered. The tall plump female doll had her air parted in the center, it was dyed a galaxy of blues and purple that matched her purple thong.

She opened her eyes and walked mechanically to the Klub floor. Emotions returned to her as she stepped out into the Klub.

“Matt encounter room 3. It’s the subscriber’s son’s 21st birthday. Give him some memories, don’t be too rough,” the manager advised.

“Ash encounter room 5,” the manager called out and the tall curvy woman opened her eyes and left. The left side of her head was trimmed close to her head and the rest of her hair was brushed all to the right, Covering the right side of her face and flowing across her plump breast and down her back. Her hair was back it it's original red. But she couldn't remember that or any other personal memories.

All she could remember is KKWW, the only home she has ever know.

Fin.

KKWW by Jmojocat

Copyright © 2026 Jason Lewis aka Jmojocat