Jeff walked by this shop almost everyday, getting his coffee from the corner cafeteria. Its windows were covered by posters with images of beautiful women in evocative poses, in gorgeous gowns that cover very little of their body. Sometimes he even stopped, and with expert eyes, traced their curves and nodded with acceptance. As a sculptor, he appreciated shapes and beauty wherever he could find it. He wasn't famous by any means...at least not yet...but he was decent in what he was doing. Talented, young and ambitious. On the shop's front door a standing image of a blond in a tiny negligée was posted, with one hand on her knee, and the other stretched out towards the observer, her index finger curved, gesturing to come in. He did not feel the attraction of an adult entertainment shop...not that he never thought of sneaking in. He is happily married to a wonderful woman, who satisfies his every needs! What he could use more is money, because art don't pay much when you are at the dawn of your career. They, him and his wife Marnie, had some discussions about him getting a 'real job', but his argument was always, that he then 'won't be able to create'. One day he found himself standing at the shop again, admiring the shapes, when he noticed a sign in the window: 'Now Hiring. Looking for talented people with affinity for visual arts. One full time position available. Apply within.' That's interesting...he thought for a moment and turned to leave when he almost stepped on Mrs. Baker's foot, the next door neighbor, who happened to walk by. - 'I beg your pardon...Mrs. Baker?...Good morning!'- he said politely. - 'But...Mr. Darcy...you too?'- with piercing eyes she shook her head in disapproval, turned and walked away. - 'It's not what you think!...Mrs. Baker!?' Mrs. Baker didn't look back just flung her arm in the air behind her back. Jeff looked again at the sign in the window, and left for the cafeteria where him and his two friends, Roy and Gareth use to meet almost everyday the same time. Old high school bodies, and they were doing this ever since. - 'Hey guys...what's-up?'- he said and took off his coat. - 'Hey Jeff...long time no see!...sit down man'.-said Roy. - 'Yeah...like what...since yesterday?' They knew his financial situation...paid for his coffee almost all the time. Both had comfortable jobs and tried to help him with all kind of advice. Today wasn't any different. - 'Maybe you could try a different material instead of clay...like granite or marble.'-said Roy. - 'Well...than I have to by chisels and power tools...and I don't have the money for those. Besides...it is too messy...and...not talking about the noise!' - 'You said you are considering a job?'- said Gareth. - 'There isn't much around...unless?..' Jeff remembered the sign in the window. - 'Unless...what? -came the question the same time from his bodies. - 'There is this...sign in the window...at the sex shop.' - 'At "Sixxx and Pixxx". I didn't see any sign there' -said Roy. - 'Just because you only looked at the women...you idiot! So...what does the sign say?'- asked Gareth. - 'They look for an artsy guy...and is full time.' - 'You should check it out, man!' - ' There is your window of opportunity!'- said Gareth. - 'Yeah...but it sounds iffy...you know...working at a sex shop...and all.' - 'What do you care...it's a job isn't it? If you don't like what you hear, you can always say no! Right Roy?- said Gareth looking at his friend for approval. - 'Right! Check it out and let us know how it worked out tomorrow.' -said Roy, -'I got to go.'- he stood up, put some money on the table and headed for the door. Gareth left shortly after, but not before he made him promise to check out the job. He reluctantly said yes. Than he thought of what Marnie will say, when he told her about his intention. The thought she won't like the idea worried him. After supper as he washed the dishes he cracked the question. - 'Honey...I saw a sign...they hire at the adult entertainment shop. Do you think I should check it out?' - 'What is going to happen with...creation, my dear? Aren't you going to miss it?' - 'Well...they look for artsy folks.' - 'By all means! You know we need the money!' Jeff wasn't sure to feel sad or happy. Happy that Marnie wasn't mad about the concept. Sad because he could lose his freedom of working for himself. He knew she is right, but he had reservations about working at that place. What kind of visual art a sex shop can possibly use? - 'Seriously?! Is this sarcasm...or what? - 'Yes! Let me know how it works out'. Next day when he stepped into the shop, he was surrounded by thousands of video tapes row after row, different brands of moisturizers and creams, sex paraphernalia and shelves full of erotic toys, male and female genitalia in all sizes, colors and shapes, arranged neatly. There were many people in the shop wandering and apparently browsing a multitude of stuff. He tried to blend in, cautiously looking around for familiar faces, and when convinced that it was safe, he stepped close to the counter, behind which stood a young girl, busy with her computer. - 'Excuse me'- he said in a faint voice-'I'm inquiring about the job posted in the window!' - 'Oh yes...that is my boss' domain...What is your name, sir? - 'Jeffrey Darcy' - 'Thank you Mr. Darcy....just wait, I'll let her know you are here.' She reappeared in a moment and she waived him in. - 'Good morning... I am Jeff Darcy' Behind the desk set a young woman with long blond hair, in a designer dress with exaggerated cleavage. She was beautiful and tanned. Jeff couldn't help but notice her voluptuous breasts. - 'Good morning Mr. Darcy. How are you? Have a seat and fill comfortable.' -shaking Jeff's hand. - 'My name is Jane Carter, CEO of "Silly Toys". We are a small company producing adult entertainment toys for many years. My father started the business long time ago and I recently took over. We would like to strengthen our competitiveness on this harsh market, find new ways to entertain our customers by reinventing and perfecting our existing inventory, and to come up with new products for achieving greater sales. We have a job opening for a talented associate with good eyes for visual arts. Do you think you are up to the challenge? - 'Well...I am a sculptor...so I work on beauty and shapes...but...may I know what the job entails before I can answer your question?' - 'You... Mr. Darcy, for a very competitive wage, will overlook the quality, shape, beauty, texture, usefulness and durability of the products we manufacture.' Jeff admitted to himself that what he heard didn't sound as bad as he thought it would, so he decided to take the job. - 'I'll give it a try... Ms. Carter...I won't disappoint you, I promise!' - 'It's Mrs. Carter...Rod and I been married for fifteen years.'- she said smiling. - 'I'm sorry... Mrs. Carter!' - 'No worries. You can start tomorrow, right here at nine o'clock, if this isn't much of a problem.' - 'Not at all... Mrs. Carter.' Jeff found her friendly and easy to get along with, which set him at ease. They shook hands and Jeff left the office with relief, waved to the girl at the counter and exited the shop in a hurry without looking back. Gareth and Roy were delighted when they heard the news and petted him on the shoulder. He told them about his job description, and they couldn't help but crack up in laughter. They imagined him stroking and bending those toys to check for 'texture', ‘quality’ and 'endurance'. His wife took the news with enthusiasm. - 'That's wonderful dear! Now you can live out your fantasies and make money at it too.'- 'Maybe I can finally by the dress I always wanted!' Jeff showed up on time next morning, had his orientation in the little manufacturing facility adjacent to the shop with Mrs. Carter. The smell of flexible compounds were floating in the air. Mostly women were working, handing each other raw, half finished 'toys' for trimming and polishing. Some others were busy packing and labeling 'products' ready for shipping. - 'This is your desk Jeff' - said Mrs. Carter pointing to a table tucked in the corner, close to finished products section. - 'Thank you Mrs. Carter...that is...eloquent' - 'Not at all. Please...call me Jane.' -she arranged her hair looking in Jeff's eyes allot friendlier than yesterday and continued with excitement - 'We intend to introduce a new line of products as soon as possible, and that is where you come in!' - 'Oh really...and what is that? - 'On today's market the full body 'love dolls' are the rage. If we want to stay competitive we must start making them.' - 'So...what is my role in that...Jane?' - 'You have to take imprints of full bodies, male and female, make prototypes, and perfect them to be ready for production. Let your visual expertise go wild...Jeff! In order to save money, at start I volunteer for the female body and I will convince Rod, my husband for the male.' His friends were ecstatic when they heard this. Wanted to know the details, what she looked like, her name...everything! People gathered around the table and in no time a whole cafeteria knew what he was up to, and nodded in acceptance for the job he landed. At home he didn't say anything about the job description, for the fear of denial by Marnie. Next morning he was ready for action. When Jane showed up, they retreated into a room specified as Conference Room. In there was nothing more, than a large table in the middle, some chairs, and a clothe-hook in the corner by the door. Someone wheeled in enough casting material to do the job. - 'Ok...let's get to it!'- said Jane and removed her clothes unceremoniously. By the time Jeff put on his lab coat she was standing there completely naked. He had his feet rooted in the floor admiring her gorgeous body. - 'So where do we start...Jeff? - she asked. - 'First...ah...we...ah...have to spread some non-stick lotion on your body. Lay on your back on this table. We will do your...front first.' She laid down and Jeff started to work. They laughed about the awkwardness of the situation and she giggled when Jeff touched her sensitive spots. She apparently enjoyed the procedure. Jeff's hands were trembling touching her naked body with the slippery lotion. The session ended without any 'indecent' act and the casts have come out perfect. Happy with the results, they agreed that it brought them closer as friends and business partners. 'Nothing more!' Jeff worked on the 'doll' for days and the result was amazing. The symmetry, color, texture and all. Its likeness to the 'original' was startling. Jane checked in everyday to see the progress and complimented Jeff on his talent. - 'I would call it 'Jane Doll'- Jeff said. - 'I agree...and let's not call it an 'it'. From now on it's a 'she'.- said Jane with pride. Jeff took pictures of 'Jane doll' for the new brochure to be placed in the shop for advertising. He obsessed getting the best results for the last few days, so much so, that sometimes he even had nightmares about the 'doll' being taken away from him. He felt real jealousy and he wandered if he had feelings for his boss, or the 'doll?' They were so freakishly alike. It's been said that some creators have strange relationship with their creation, sort of...infatuation with their masterpiece. That day Jeff was late from their routine meeting at the cafeteria. His friends were eagerly waiting every day for updates on his delicate 'project'. Sixxx and Pixxx was closed by now, so they wondered what he can possibly do? - 'Where were you?! We almost left.' - said Roy as Jeff stepped into the shop. - 'I was...working.'- Jeff answered with some hesitation and set down on his chair. - 'Working...huh? You...did it...didn't you?!- said Gareth with a twinkle in his eyes. - 'Shut up!'- said Jeff - 'O...my...god...you did it. You had sex with it.' - 'First of all it's not an 'it', it's a 'she'. By this time they were surrounded by listeners who wanted to hear what he is going to say. - 'It's a 'she' now...uuuu. Did you here this guys?' -said Gareth. - 'You know what this means Jeff? - 'What? - Jeff looked around sitting in the middle of the circle of people, his eyes met Mrs. Baker's eyes, looking down on him in dismay. - 'It means that you cheated on your wife!'-said Gareth. - 'No...no...no! Having sex with a love doll is not cheating!- he shook his head dismissing their argument. He didn't even think about this alternative outcome. A heated squabble started between the pro and con sides of this issue, is it, or is it not cheating. When he had time to look up again Jeff couldn't see Mrs. Baker anymore. At home he got the silent treatment, so he knew right away that something terrible happened. Mrs. Baker must have told Marnie about the happenings. He wasn't sure about the strength of his argument at the cafeteria and decided not to start a conversation at supper time. He felt guilty of not being completely sincere. They loved each other dearly, but apparently Marnie took the pro side of the case. - 'Do you still love me?' - she broke her silence after supper with tears in her eyes. - 'Am I not enough for you?' - 'Now...why would you even ask such a thing...you know I do? And of course you are...' - 'Well...I really don't know after all this...' - 'But...honey...it was...a strictly professional relationship.' - 'Relationship?...how long is this been going on?' - 'No!...that's not what I meant. What I meant was professional...curiosity.' - 'But Jeff...how could you? Did you think about her...as you were doing it?'- she said sobbing. - 'Her....who?' - 'Jane...your boss? The "doll" is her likeness isn't it?' - 'Yes...I mean...No!'- Jeff just realized what the reason is of her sorrow. He didn't have time to further explain his deed, because she stormed off for the bedroom crying. He ran after her. - 'It is in my job description, that I have to check for quality and authenticity of the products we manufacture. - 'I'm really...really sorry! I should have told you from the start! Can you forgive me... please?' A couple of grey days followed with little talk. Business sales were going well thanks to the 'Jane doll' so money wasn't an issue. Jeff tried to be nice to her, he even bought some flowers. Marnie liked the extra attention and sometimes she even praised him on his effort. - 'I want revenge!' - she said one day standing in front of him. - 'And maybe...maybe I'll forgive you!' - 'Revenge!? But honey...I said I'm sorry! Revenge like...how?' - 'I want you to do to me, what you did to her! - 'O...honey...I thought you'd never ask. I will do it right away! - 'No...not that! I want you to take my body impression and make a "Marnie doll" so anyone could make love to my likeness.'- she said with firm conviction. He agreed, of course, for world peace...and Jane, his boss wasn't against the idea either. Diversity and freedom of choice is good for business, she argued. Marnie wasn't a 'photo model' beauty, but she was a woman who turned heads where ever she went. Full dark hair and deep blue eyes, shapes and sizes on the right places, so much so, that she set in as model for some of Jeff's sculptures. Jeff new her body inside and out, so he made an outstanding job. Even the small birthmark close to her bellybutton was on the right place. He made sure that her dark, raspberry shaped nipples were just the way she has them. The 'Marnie doll' became an instant hit and was available only made to order. Business was booming and they could barely keep up with demand. - 'So...honey...can I check the authenticity and durability of the new "Marnie dolls"? -Jeff asked one day casually. - 'Don't be cheeky with me now! I'm all here for you just for that...and other things!' - 'Yeah...but there are fifty more of you in storage at the shop! - he said and ran for cover laughing. Things have gotten better, with Jeff being forgiven and Marnie getting her 'revenge'. The three friends still meet at the cafeteria as they always did, and have a giggle every time this subject comes up. The argument on who cheated on whom isn't settled yet, but they don't care. Life is better and less to worry about. The conclusion of this story is; why love a love doll, when you can love the loveliest doll of them all. This is yet another way of making money with your body without having sex.
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