Get prepped by Jay.

Jay's command would be absurd in any other situation, but I remember I'm a Doll now. I've signed away use of my body for five years and should probably expect more moments like this going forward.

So, I unzip my grey prison jumper, which I hate anyway, and sit back on the couch like he told me to. I spread my legs, and he kneels down to get a good look.

I'm not a shy girl, but being observed like this makes me squirm. I feel a flush on my thighs as his dark eyes scan me from head to toe.

"You're very attractive." he says.

I wish his words didn't seem more like a professional observation than a comment of appreciation.

He cups one breast and lightly squeezes my nipple until it's hard. I arch my back without thinking and spread my legs wider.

"Good," he says. "Responsive."

He rubs the nipple with a rough thumb, making me suck in a sharp breath. Clay, the asshole who abandoned me at the convenience store, was the last guy I fooled around with, and that was over a year ago. I really want Jay to fuck me.

But Jay's busy taking notes. He has an actual _notepad _out and is scribbling while touching me. He runs two finger through my pussy hair and writes "dirty blonde" on the page.

"Your hair color--on your head and down below--will change instantaneously with each player's preferences." he tells me.

Oh great, I've always wanted to try new colors. Just didn't think this is how it would happen.

He takes out a razor and can of cream. I suppress a moan as he lathers me up. Despite having large, rough hands, he's incredibly delicate. He leaves me completely smooth except for a thin strip above my pussy. I sigh as he wipes the excess cream away.

"You're wet." he observes.

"Yes." I whisper. "What are you going to do about it?"

He shoves two thick fingers inside me, making me jump and yelp. "Ah!"

He turns his fingers around inside me. Then in and out. Then just out.

"Wait--don't stop--"

"You're tight." he just says. He makes a note of that, too.

Exasperated, I close my legs and fold my arms, wanting him to leave. I can just masturbate myself here. I don't need a guy with a fucking notepad.

But he pries my legs apart. He dips his forefinger in his mouth before sinking it into my asshole.

"Oh!" It's a little painful because it's a surprise, but I relax against him as he rubs circles around my clit with his thumb. I close my eyes and feel the pressure building. I moan as he sticks a second finger in.

In minutes, I'm clutching the couch cushions and gasping for air. My legs buck as I cum.

When I finish, he pulls his hands away, looks up at a corner of the ceiling and say, "New Doll is responsive and orgasms. She's ready."

It takes me a couple seconds to catch my breath. I ask, "Who are you talking to?"

"The camera," he says. "The Pleasure Grid corporate office watches us at all times."

I notice the red light and glass eye as he packs his stuff up. "Nice meeting you, Lora." He smiles at the door, looking a little rueful. "Good luck." He walks out, leaving me with the camera in the ceiling.