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Chapter 24

Looking over them, I choose a sky-blue number to match my eyes. It’s an open cup lace teddy, with matching little blue stickers for my nipples, and a pair of blue **k-me pumps. My hands shake slightly with excitement as I put the kinky outfit on, and then appraise my reflection in the full-length mirror behind my door. I look exactly like a sex doll, with my pouting pink lips and lush brown tresses. I’m ready.

Then, I go back downstairs, careful now because of the stiletto heels, and click-clack across the hallway’s marble floor towards the box. I have to act quickly now because my plan will lose its effect if Brad comes in to find me in the middle of preparing my surprise. It won’t be a sexy, sassy, daring reveal anymore, but rather an awkward apology, and that’s no way to start off the conversation I want to have with him.

Lifting the sex doll out of the box, I s**r a bit. Dang, this girl is heavy! The manufacturers are certainly dedicated to authenticity. Struggling. I haul the doll out, drag her across the hallway, open the hallway cupboard, and push her inside. Next, slightly out of breath. I move the now empty box to a place in the hallway next to the door, and then climb into the box and lie down inside. It’s a perfect fit. Reaching out. I’m able to pull the cover back over myself, and close the box, although it’s hard to reseal from the inside. I have to pull the edge of the cardboard inside with my fingernails, then gently push it back up until the edges align. Obviously, it’s imperfect and anyone can tell that the box was previously opened. But it’s the best I can do, and I lie back to wait

It’s surprisingly comfortable inside, actually, and as I breathe in deeply, I’m grateful that I napped already today. Because if I hadn’t, with how tired I’ve been lately. I would surely be falling asleep right now. And I don’t want to because I need to be completely alert when Brad walks through the door, sees the box, and opens it to find me inside. What a shock he’ll get! It’s Just like Cleopatra surprising Julius Caesar when she rolled out of a carpet.

But hopefully, Brad will find it hot too because this time, there will be no pretending that I’m a sex doll. My face will be visible, and I’ll be fully awake and articulate, forcing us to address this unspoken game we’ve been playing.

Clearly, things could go badly. He might hate my guts and refuse to talk. But in my heart of hearts, I know I’m hoping for the best. I’m hoping that Brad finds me so alluring that none of my charades will matter to him and he’ll want to be with me. And who knows? Perhaps our conversation will lead to a future for us.Something real.

Brad Pov

Today has been a complete s**w. After an extensive round of meetings with the board of Timo, I drive home and pull up outside the house. Exhausted, I loosen my tie and unbutton the top button of my shirt as I walk up the steps and onto the stoop. Then, I pause, craning my head to look around. What the f**k? Where’s the box? I clearly saw the Amazon guy deliver it earlier today via the security camera app on my phone, so I know it’s here somewhere. But what the f**k? Have neighborhood thieves taken it?

In a dark mood, I push open the front door, ready to tear the Amazon rep a new one. But then, as I step into the hallway, I see the box lying lengthwise up against the foot of the stairs, pushed out of the way. Chrissy must have dragged this thing inside, but she’s nowhere to be seen. Just as well I hope she stays away until I figure out what to do with this thing because. it’s my latest purchase – a special full-figured doll with extra-large breasts and a big butt ripe for s**ng.

Of course, technically I don’t need the doll right now. I have Chrissy, even if we haven’t acknowledged the dirty game we’re playing. What the hell is she thinking? How long does she want to keep going? If she still wants to continue, I’m up for it. One glimpse of her pink curves on my bed sheets, her tight little p****y and a** offered up to me, is all it takes. I’ll take her deep and hard, just the way she seems to like it. Even if, after the moment of lust has passed, I’ll be filled with doubt again.

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But who knows what the teenage girl is thinking? I guess this new doll is a back-up of sorts, in case Chrissy no longer wants to play. Because now, I know I need a special type of woman: a female with a soft, full body, and enormous, heavy t**ts. I need thick thighs, as well as wide hips and a **g ** My throat goes dry at the thought of taking this runs.

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releasing my lust on herrinyes. No consequences. No **e jus three holes, ready to be trashes any way I please.

But as I bend down to lint the box, I see the f***p’s loose. What the luck? Did Chrissy open it alreasly? Or was it the delivery guy? But when I pull the flap away, who do I see but Chrissy’s benitul upturned face looking back at me. Her sky blue eyes are wide with anticipation, while her full lips curl into a sassy, playful grin.

“What the f**k.” I growl, stepping back Chrissy sits ups in the bis

“Surprise” she sings, blowing a kiss at me. I can only stare. My heart beats wildly in my chest as I try to make sense of the woman before me. Is she insane? I might have expected her to carry on the game by getting into my bed again and pretending to be a sex doll. Maybe even some flirtatious behavige if our paths crossed during our daily lives.

But dressing up like a sex doll and getting to a delivery box, for me to discover? She’s totally off the reservation at this point. Rage boils in my veins while my c**k hardens inside my sit pants

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