Mannequin Hair, part 5 of 6

The daylong meetings had been interminable normally but today he just wanted to get back to the hotel. Over the course of the morning and its occasional breaks he found out a lot of interesting things about the Magical Mannequin Hair product that just made his jaw drop. Sara could become almost anything. Reading the Poly Purple programs fully explained how Sara had mailed herself and how she had appeared in his hotel wearing the dress on the paper doll.

The Remote Control program was fascinating. The power button turned the program on and off. The numbers buttons modified not only her look but her personality. Play turned the mannequin form into an animated being. Stop returned to the mannequin form. Pause froze the living being in place. Even the rewind, fast forward and mute buttons were enabled to do what one would expect them to do.

While examining that program he discovered that while he could not modify the existing buttons, he could add buttons to the program. Before he could come up with any interesting ideas, his phone rang and he was returned to the meeting.

Around noon the negotiations finally became an agreement. Both parties were happy with the result and he and his team went to lunch to celebrate. At lunch he told his partners that he was going back to the hotel because Sara might be flying out to meet him. Bad timing now that the negotiations were over but he said he would take a few days off and stay out here to make the most of it. His partners parted ways with him and his boss told him not to come back to work until the follow Monday.

With a spring in his step, he walked back to his hotel room. On the way he noticed a mannequin display in an upscale clothing store, Beed's Boutique. It was the mannequin Sara had labeled number 7 in the remote control program. He stepped inside and asked to see the manager when the sales girl approached him. They discussed the mannequin on display and while Paul’s request was out of the ordinary, the manager did not think it would be a problem. He confirmed they could do it and Paul thanked them.

Leaving the boutique, he walked to his hotel room and bolted the door behind him. He went to the bedroom where he found the Silver Mannequin exactly where he left it. He opened the laptop and reconnected to the Magical Mannequin Hair device using the Mannequin Hair Console program. A timer in the upper right indicated the current activation would last another five days.

He opened the remote control program and added a couple of buttons to the program’s repertoire of effects. He tested the buttons that did not require reanimating Sara as well as he could. Finally it was time to surprise his wife.

He pressed the THREE button and the robot disappeared. In its place was the hooker facing the wrong way. As he pressed the PLAY button, he said, “Lose the skirt.”

She took an awkward step forward then turned to face him. “It’s your dime,” she said. She released her skirt and it dropped to the floor. She wasn’t wearing underwear. She stepped out of the skirt toward Paul. “Where do you want me?”

“Actually sit on the bed and finger yourself,” Paul commanded. “I want to watch first.”

“Not sure you understand how this works but its your money.” She sat on the bed and proceeded to finger her clitoris making noises meant to imply she felt pleasure.

It took a while but eventually she stopped looking at him and closed her eyes. When she did, Paul took out the remote and pressed a button labeled MODE.

Sara’s eyes popped wide open. “How?” she asked. “I’m me.”

“Problem?”

Sara saw the remote and said, “You just did something. I’m not who I just was.”

He hit the button again and the hooker looked at him confused.

“Did you tell me to stop?”

“No,” Paul admonished. “But let me hop on.”

“That’s more like it.”

He was already erect and she was well lubricated. He slipped inside her easily and began fucking her with an easy rhythm. She closed her eyes and pretended to be enjoying it.

With her eyes closed, Paul took the remote and pressed the MODE button again.

Sara’s eyes opened again. She was herself again. The hooker persona had disappeared and she did not understand why.

She opened her mouth to speak but Paul interrupted, “Shut up, slut. I’m paying and don’t want to hear your noise.”

Sara was shocked. Paul never spoke to her like that before. And his stroke inside her became more strident.

Paul hit the MODE button again. “Tell me you’re my fucking whore, cunt,” he demanded.

“Oh baby, fuck your whore,” the hooker responded smoothly.

He hit the MODE button again. “Say it again louder,” he demanded.

“What?” Sara replied out of her element.

“Fuck, what’s wrong with you bitch?” He asked grabbing her by the hair. “Say it louder!” He hit the button again.

The hooker looked him in the eyes and cried out, “Fuck this whore cunt. Wear it the fuck out and fuck it again.”

“That’s more like it,” Paul cried hitting the button again. “What are you?”

“I’m a whore,” Sara played along unsure what was causing her to slip in and out of character.

Still holding her hair, Paul planted a strong open kiss on her mouth.

Sara was totally turned on and when her broke the kiss was feeling the power of his sex. “Fuck my whore cunt.” She managed to squeak out.

“Louder!”

As she went to say it again Paul over exaggerated his stroke emphasizing each word she said with a pelvic thrust. “Fuck my whore cunt,” she exclaimed.

He came. And he knew she came as well. He gave her a few post-orgasmic thrusts before hitting the button and rolling off of her. “How much?”

Without missing a beat, the hooker got up and retrieved her skirt. “25 from before and 50 now is 75,” she answered matter-of-factly holding out her hand.

He grabbed his wallet and took out a hundred dollar bill, “Suck me clean then get lost.” He waved his dick at her.

She smiled falsely. “It’s an extra 10 in that condition.”

He pulled a fifty out of his wallet and said, “Swallow too.”

The hooker’s smile became more genuine and she knelt down to suck his cock clean. Five minutes into the blow job he pressed the MODE button and Sara found herself with a cock in her throat. She managed to maintain the rhythm the hooker had started and continued the blow job. As he approached orgasm she hoped the hooker persona would return but it didn’t. He came in her mouth. It wasn’t as bad as usual, probably because he had just came inside her earlier. She swallowed down all the cum and sucked anything leaking from his flagging cock.

His hand pushed against her forehead as he said, “Here, get lost.” He turned toward the bathroom and did not look back at her as he pressed the MODE button on the remote.

The hooker stuck the money into a money clip inside her boot. She straightened her skirt in the mirror and left the bedroom. She was about to open the door to the hotel room when she transformed into a spy, photograph number 2 on the remote.

Vanessa didn’t understand why she was leaving and was relieved when she heard his voice.

“Wait, you don’t have to leave,” Paul said from the bedroom doorway, wearing a bathrobe.

She turned nonchalantly, unsure why she was leaving without the information she had came for. “You change mind, perhaps?”

“Perhaps,” Paul replied. “There’s no reason why two people can’t just talk to one another just because they are of the opposite sex. My wife won’t mind at all if we just talk.”

“A reasonable woman she is being,” Vanessa replied, her Russian accent evident. She sat demurely on the nearby sofa and patted the cushion next to her. As he sat down beside her she crossed her legs. “Why don’t you tell me about what you do?”

“Oh, what I do is boring?” Paul replied. “You’re from Russia. Tell me about your home town.”

“Oh, is a small village outside Saint Petersburg. Not very interesting at all.” She leaned close to him.

Paul grabbed her by the neck and pulled her in for a long kiss. As she played along, he continued kissing her for a moment before stopping. He said, “Say something sexy in Russian.” And he hit the MODE button.

Sara did not know what to do so she initiated another long kiss hoping she would turn back into Vanessa. It didn’t happen before Paul broke the kiss. He was looking at her expectantly and she said, “Russian not a sexy language.”

Paul laughed. “Especially when you don’t know how to speak it. Right, Sara?”

“Something is wrong with my program,” Sara complained. “Did you do something?”

“Actually, I did.” Paul replied telling her about his discovery earlier today.

“I thought I was going crazy slipping back and forth between the hooker and myself and now the spy and myself,” she complained. “So if you hit the MODE button now I become Vanessa?”

“Is that her name?”

“I didn’t write her name on the photo?” She inquired. “I’m sure I did.”

“What I don't understand is how you can give such a good blow job when you normally... well suck at it. 'Suck' is the wrong word.”

“Are you saying my prior blow jobs haven't pleased you?”

“Not as much as the hooker you were earlier,” he admitted. “You’re just usually a bit timid about it.”

“I actually don't know where the knowledge comes from,” Sara admitted. “I specified her personality as a career hooker, expert in getting guys off. When you were switching between her and me it was surprising how well she responded to your dirty talk and it was hard for me as me to keep up.” She twisted some of her hair. “Do you like the dirty talk?”

“I can take it or leave.” He watch her twisting her hair and got up. “That reminds me. You don't know what else I changed.” He headed for the bedroom. “Follow me.” In the bedroom he pointed at the mirror, “Look at yourself.”

“You changed my face?” she asked as she looked in the mirror. The face looking back at her resembled the face of the mannequin she had based the Vanessa spy on rather than being her own face. As she watched, she changed into the socialite from photograph number seven. Her outfit transformed into the expensive dress and her face again changed to resemble the mannequin in photograph number seven. “Why did you change the faces and my voice?”

“Well, your face and voice changes for the robot and it makes it easier for me to figure out what channel--” he air-quoted the word channel “--I'm watching.”

She looked at him expectantly. “So what else have you done?”

“What do you mean?” He asked innocently. He switched her to channel eight, the slavetoy. Her clothes disappeared completely except for a leather hood covering her head. No zippers or buckles held it in place, it was shaped to her head and could not be removed.

She stomped her foot in anger, placing her hands on her hips in defiance. But no sound issued from her mouth.

“Nothing to say?” he joked. “I suppose with the persona in place you would be less incorrigible.”

She pantomimed pointing something at her and pressing a button.

“You want me to change this?”

She nodded.

He pressed the MODE button.

As the slave persona took over, she immediately knelt down at his feet and bowed her head in deference.

“Stand up.” As she did, he picked her up and lay her on the bed. She did not resist his actions. He spread her legs and started to lick the outer edge of her pussy. He worked his way slowly to her clitoris, fingering her pussy walls as he pleasured her. While her pussy responded naturally to being pleasured she made no sounds and did not move to help or hinder his actions. After about five minutes, he hit the MODE button again and her body spasmed.

She lifted her butt off the bed to give him a better angle on her pussy, grinding against his face as he stepped up his game. Still no sound issued from her mouth. Her hands massaged her breasts and nipples as he continued to move his tongue methodically all around her pussy. Over time she tried to get his attention and pantomimed sex by making a circle one hand pushing a finger on her other hand through it.

He pressed the MODE button and her participation abruptly ceased. “Finger your pussy,” he commanded.

Her hand went to her wet pussy and started stroking herself.

“Stop,” he commanded.

Her hand immediately was pulled from her cunt and lay there unmoving.

He got up and left the room. He had had an idea and wanted to program it. And he wanted to see if the slave would continue doing nothing. So he went to his laptop and created his idea and added it to the Magical Mannequin Hair's programming. He returned fifteen or twenty minutes later and aside from her pussy being less engorged she had not moved. He got up on the bed and resumed pleasuring her. After a few minutes, once again, he pressed the MODE button. “It's like fucking a dead body. This slave toy is no fun.”

Sara, still mute, still tried to make the most of his eating her out. Like her, he did not always relish doing oral sex on her. With persistence, her body began to sweat and writhe below him. Shortly her body coiled like a spring and she had the most devastating orgasm. He caused her to shake with a followup orgasm that left her breathless.

He pressed the MODE button and said, “Stand up.”

Despite the quiver in her legs, she rose quickly to obey.

He pressed another button.

The slavetoy was replaced by the socialite. She stood taller than Sara normally was. The room smelled of sex and she was not sure how she got here. “Where do I find myself?” she asked in well-measured tones.

Paul laughed, “You find yourself in my little love den.” And before she could react in surprise he pressed the MODE button.

Sara laughed. “She was rather shocked by your answer.” Immediately after saying it, she added, “I can speak! Hey, and I'm clean. And I'm taller.”

“Let’s go to early dinner, you must be starved.”

“I don’t even remember when I last ate,” she admitted.

“Stay in that outfit, I’ll dress up.” Paul opened the closet to put on his good suit.

She went to the mirror and looked at her face. The socialite had perfect skin, beautiful cheekbones and slim nose. Her makeup was flawless and her hair was a rich amber hue tied up in a bun held together with a diamond studded tiara. Her breasts also seemed larger in her black, off-the-shoulder dress. The neckline was low enough to provide a broad canvas for a triple-strand diamond necklace. The right side of the dress opened at her hip creating a long side slit down to her mid-calf. Purple five-inch stilettos, with matching clutch, finished the outfit.

“That is a beautiful dress,” Paul said watching her admiring her leg in the mirror.

“This is so not me,” she said. Turning around she added, “But if I have to look like this to get you to dress up fancy, I will.” He approached her and she reached out to kiss him.

He looked at his watch. “I made reservations on the way home from the meeting. So let’s get going.”

“How are you going to walk through the lobby with me?”

“Oh, I have that covered.” He reached out and touched her breasts. Before she could respond in surprise he said, “Figurine.”

The room spun around her, growing in size. When everything stopped moving, she was looking up at his enormous face. She could not move. A huge hand reached for her and picked her up turning her around causing the room to spin about her. The hand closed around her body and she was plunged into darkness.

She heard a door open and close and felt a sense of motion she guess was Paul walking down the hallway. A moment passed and then she heard a ding sound from an elevator arriving. More sense of motion occurred and eventually the pace of motion became steady as Paul walked down the street. She lost track of time but in what seemed like a moment the hand opened and she saw she was facing a boutique. She heard Paul say, “Human,” and she grew from four-inches tall to almost six feet tall in an instant.

“Let’s go inside,” Paul said grabbing her arm and dragging her toward the door. When she entered she realized this was the store where she had photographed the mannequin for this dress. Paul led her to the front window next to the door where there was an empty space. “Pose for me,” he requested. “Like the photograph.”

She looked around and she was in the place where the other mannequin had been. “We need to talk later,” she whispered. She placed her legs where she though the mannequin’s had been. She positioned her arms and turned her head toward the window.

Both of Paul’s hands touched her breasts and he said, “Frozen.”

She could not move. She remained flesh, she was pretty sure. She just could not move.

“Ah, Mr. Schofeld,” a woman said entering the show room.

“As you can see, she’s a perfect match, Ms Beed,” Paul replied.

“Uncanny,” the woman continued. “So, you’ll be back to pick her up…”

“Eventually,” Paul interrupted, winking.

“What did he do?” Sara thought. How long was she going to play mannequin? She heard the door to the boutique open and Paul crossed her line of vision. He waved once as he passed by.

Paul took a seat on a nearby bench where he could see her but she couldn’t see him and took out his cell phone. He looked up the Thaumtech website on his smart phone and discovered there was a phone app for the Magical Mannequin Hair. He downloaded it and launched it. After connecting to Sara’s hair he discovered additional abilities on the app. He clicked the SEE IT icon and the screen became a live video feed of whatever was in front of the boutique. Apparently the mannequin hair could be used as a surveillance device.

Another screen gave him motor control over the wearer. He tapped a few controls and closed her eyes. He opened them a moment later to reduce the level of panic he was sure doing that had caused her. Another idea struck him and he laughed. He was having too much fun. Shortly he called the Beed’s Boutique and spoke with Ms. Beed. “Yes, this is Paul Schofeld. I’ve been called into work unexpectedly,” he started.

* * *

Sara was frightened when her eyes suddenly closed. She had no idea what had happened. When they opened again she was relieved. Time passed slowly. She could not see Paul but she knew wherever he had gone, he could see her.

After a while a voice behind her said, “Mrs. Schofeld?”

Sara could not react and remained immobile.

The voice repeated her name and a hand tapped her on the shoulder. “Mrs. Schofeld, your husband called. He said he was called away on business and asked me to tell you.”

As the hand tapper her shoulder, Sara realized she could move. She turned to face Ms. Beed as she heard the message Ms. Beed was relaying to her.

Ms Beed continued, “That was some amazing living mannequin modeling. I was watching and you remained still the whole hour.”

“Thank, you,” Sara replied extending her hand. “Ms…”

“Oh, I’m Ms Beed. This is my boutique.” She eyed Sara’s outfit. “That dress is even more fabulous with those real diamonds.”

“Paul spoils me,” Sara replied. “If you’ll excuse me, I must be going.”

“Of course, stop in any time.”

Sara left the store and saw Paul waving two stores down. As she approached, he put away his cell phone. “So, no dinner for two?” She asked.

“What?” Paul looked confused. “Oh, no we’re still going to dinner. I just didn’t feel like going back into the store. Ms Beed can talk your ear off.” He took her arm and headed down the street to the restaurant.

After a few paces she asked, “How did you freeze me? Or turn me into a figurine?”

“The program,” Paul replied. “I just added some triggers based on my voice and the placement of my hands.” He laughed.

“So anyone can unfreeze me by tapping my shoulder.”

“No, only Ms Beed that one time. I modified the program with my cell phone.”

“You can program me on your cell phone?”

“Yep, look at this app,” he said taking out the phone and hitting the SEE IT icon.

She took the phone and saw the infinite regression one gets when pointing a video camera at a live monitor feed. She waved her hand in front of her eyes and saw them dance across the screen. “Oh my god,” she exclaimed. “You can see what I’m seeing?’

“People use the Magical Mannequin Hair in malls to pretend to be mannequins. They can then tie this into their security systems.”

“That is freaky,” she said giving him back the phone. “Any more surprises tonight.”

“Not until we get back to the room, I think.” He grinned.

True to his word, the four course dinner went by without anything inhuman happening. He paid for dinner on his office credit card and the two leisurely strolled back to the hotel.