Mannequin Hair, part 3 of 6

“What do you have that’s more exotic?”

She stepped over to the papers and said, “Let me try something. I am wearing a perfectly fitted, well tailored from expensive fabrics version of this paper dress.” The green dress disappeared and she was now dressed in the red and white teddy, white stockings and tall stiletto heels. “How do I look?”

“I don’t want to sound ungrateful, but could I see that on a mannequin.”

She sighed. “I knew you would ask eventually.” She took a step toward Paul, leaned forward at the waist and arched her back upward. Her left arm was near her crotch and her right hand was raised up to Paul, her fingers were curled away from Paul except the index finger, which was indicating “come here”. Her head was rotated slightly to the right but her eyes were still locked on his as she thought, “I am solid.”

“Beautiful,” Paul said aloud. He walked toward her, obeying her come hither look. He circled around her before touching her skin. It was cool, smooth and hard to the touch. He came around to her face and placed his lips on hers.

She returned to normal a few seconds into the kiss. They helped each other out of their clothes and spoke little as they made love.

Paul woke her gently as it was morning and he had to leave for more business meetings. “I don't know when I'll be back,” was about all Sara remembered hearing.

When she woke up later she was feeling a little lazy and didn’t want to get up for a shower. After a moment she sat up and thought, “I am perfectly clean and styled and made up for a day of window shopping.” And she was. She stood and went into the bathroom. In the mirror she saw that her hair was perfectly coiffed, her face was made up in the style she preferred and she still wasn’t wearing any clothes. There was even a hint of her perfume in the air. She used the toilet and imagined up a beautiful sundress and hat with matching bag and pumps.

Soon, she was out the door and strolling past the boutiques on Madison Ave. As she passed the shops she wished she had a camera and when she felt her bag get heavier she changed her mind and the bag lightened again. This gave her an idea. She looked at a particularly striking outfit in a window display and imagined a photograph of the display, highlighting the mannequin and its outfit was in her purse. Then she walked a couple windows away and opened her purse. There was a photograph. It was not a photograph she could have taken as there was no sign of the window or the rest of the shop behind the lone figure wearing the dress.

With a skip in her step she created photographs of many different trendy and avant garde outfits. Sometimes she liked an image just for the pose of the mannequin. After having lunch at a nearby Italian bistro, she returned to the hotel. When she got to the room she realized she had no way to get in. Luckily the floor was being cleaned by house keeping when she arrived. She changed her clothes to match the housekeeping uniform and walked into Paul's suite. She stepped past the maid working in the bathroom and headed through the living room into the bedroom. And then quickly transformed herself into a living Polly Purple doll and hid inside a drawer. When the maid came into the bedroom Sara moved to the back of the drawer. The maid pulled the drawer out.

“¿Qué?” The maid looked into the drawer and saw a sheet of paper with a paper doll on it in the drawer. Shrugging, she closed the drawer tight.

Sara stayed in the drawer for at least five extra minutes after she could no longer hear the cleaning staff. Then she thought, “I am a living, paper doll.” She stood up from the paper and reached up to the top of the drawer, slipping her flat hand through the space between the drawer and the dresser. It took a little struggling and a little wiggling to get through the slot. Once she was far enough out, she found herself floating to the floor.

She returned to normal and took the set of photographs out of her purse. She spread them out on the desk in the living room, looking for inspiration. She collected a dozen of her favorite looks and held them in hand, flipping from one to another when she was inspired. Looking around the room she saw a remote control for a DVD player in the room. She put a book in front of the player's remote control sensor and pointed the remote at herself.

“I am controlled by my mental commands and by this remote control. Mental commands override remote commands. When the pause button is pressed I solidify two seconds later. When the play button is pressed I return to flesh immediately.” She pressed the pause button and dropped the remote down on the table. A second later she was solid. Instantly she willed herself back to flesh. Smiling, she knew what Paul would find when he returned later.

* * *

Paul returned to his hotel suite as soon as he could. He wondered what Sara had done all day. She hadn’t answered the phone when he called earlier. The living room/kitchenette was empty as he entered. He put down his briefcase and noticed something unusual at the coffee table. On a sheet of paper, in large letters it read “Bedroom Mannequin Directory. Choose your channel and play with one.” The DVD remote control was sitting on the paper where nine pictures of mannequins were arranged and numbered one through nine.

Since the pictures were not attached to the paper, he could not easily pick it up. So, he picked up the remote and walked into the bedroom. In the far corner a featureless, hairless, nude mannequin stood in a neutral pose, its arms straight down with the hands barely touching its thighs. He held up the remote and pressed the number one.

The mannequin transformed instantly. The face was now Sara's face with long blond hair, her head looking to her right. She stood with one leg in front of the other, her hands were on her hips, arms akimbo. She was wearing a loose white blouse and a black and red pleated skirt. She wore red patent leather stilettos and dark nylon hosiery.

After a moment admiring the mannequin, Paul hit the two button on the remote.

Once again, Sara and her clothes instantly transformed. She stood on one leg, her right leg bent upward at the knee. Her left arm was down turned away from her holding her steady against the wall. Her other arm was bent fully at the elbow with her hand posed like a pistol. Her lips formed a small circle as if she were blowing air across the end of her fingertip. She wore a knee-length gaberdine trench coat zipped up only to her waist. No clothing was visible through her open top giving Paul a wonderful view of the inner side of her left breast.

Paul put the remote down and approached Sara. “No reaction?” He asked as he fingered the inner lining of the coat. His finger reached the zipper and he pulled it down all the while staring her in the eye. Once open, he pulled the sleeve up and over the finger gun and tossed the coat behind her where it slid off her left arm and fell to the floor. Her body had remained rigid throughout the undressing and he noticed she really looked like a constructed mannequin. Her breasts were not adorned with nipples. Her crotch was smooth and featureless. Her hands, arms, legs, and head could all be removed from her torso.

Paul returned to the living room. He noticed differences between pictures one and two and how Sara had interpreted them. The picture of the mannequin in the trench coat had been wearing a blue dress beneath its open coat. He wondered how the lingerie pictures on numbers seven through nine might vary. He also wondered if he was supposed to do them in order like a slide show. He flipped over photo number two and found a short description. Her name was Vanessa and she was a spy trying to seduce the American business man to gain his corporate secrets. That explained the lack of clothes, he supposed. He flipped through the pictures again examining the role play on the back.

Returning to the bedroom, the mannequin and coat remained exactly as he had left them. He picked up the coat and placed it on the bed. He pressed three on the remote.

A woman with only passing resemblance to Sara was suddenly leaning against the wall, her right leg on the ground, her left foot against the wall. Her right hand was held out, cupped toward her body as if calling someone over. Her other hand held the bottom of her short shirt. The bend of her elbow implied she could pull the skirt up higher if asked. The miniskirt was made of vinyl and fire-engine red. Her blouse was white and open at the front to reveal her cleavage. She wore a faux-fur shawl on her shoulders that looked cheap though not as cheap as the fishnet stockings and black fuck-me pumps that rounded out the outfit. Her makeup was over exaggerated and the colors were too bright.

Her outfit only vaguely resembled the picture. Flipping the picture over it read: “The Hooker: BJ $25/Swallow +$15. Fuck $50/$75. +$25 each additional half hour.” How could a mannequin give a blow job? He wondered. How was he to play with the mannequins. And then it dawned on him. He held up the remote and pressed play.

Sara blew a bubble and let it pop loudly. “Nice place you gots here. Am I by the wall for a reason? You like it standing up or on the bed.” Her voice was higher than normal and had a thick New York accent.

“Maybe both,” he replied removing his tie. “How about unzipping for a quick blow before I fuck you?”

“You're the boss,” she replied and she bent down in front of him and reached for his pants.

He hit pause on the remote and she stopped in place. She did not transform back into a mannequin. Curious, he pressed the stop button on the remote and then she transformed into a mannequin. He pressed play and she continued reaching for his zipper as if nothing had happened. He felt better as she freed his hard cock from his pants. Her transformations into a mannequin played to his fetish but the idea she would pretend to be his whore had him even more fired up.

When Sara created the hooker character she had not realized how deeply it would take control. Before licking his dick she removed the gum and stuck it to her vinyl skirt. Sara rarely indulged Paul in a blow job and always felt like she was not doing it right. But in the persona of the whore she had tricks and tips in her mind that she was not sure where they came from. She used her lips to slick his erection from tip to steam and back on the outside before opening her mouth and taking his full erection into her mouth. The engorged head of his cock reached the back of her throat and she did not feel any gagging sensation. With a practiced fluidity her mouth slid up and down the length of his cock.

As he was ready to unload he remembered to save some money. He pulled out of her mouth, spraying her face with his cum. Before she could move he pressed stop turning her into a mannequin. He went to the bathroom for a towel and washed the cum from her face. Tossing the towel in the tub, he returned and picked up the remote, pressing number four.

Sara's body position switched instantly from a half crouch to a standing position, her arms held up in front her like claws. She wore a cheetah patterned, sheer body suit. Her eyes were hidden beyond a ballroom style cheetah mask and a tail hung down from her backside. She was posed like she was about to pounce.

Paul was not sure he wanted to be pounced so he pressed the five button on the remote. A naked, hairless, silver-skinned mannequin replaced the cheetah. She stood at attention. Her nose was just a bump on her face and the head was smooth along sides having no ears. Curious, Paul pressed play.

The eyes of the mannequin lit up a cool blue color. “Fembot X27B activated,” she intoned flatly. “Owner designated Paul Schofeld. Voice actuated commands enabled. Awaiting instructions.” With each syllable, her lips flashed red, though they never moved.

“What are your capabilities?”

“Fembot X27B is designed to perform any request with precision, accuracy and when applicable, full pleasure. Fembot X27B can cook, clean, and maintain your household and most automobiles. Fembot X27B can entertain with a full array of movies, music and stage performances. Fembot X27B is programmed to massage, pamper, groom, and perform sexual acts on humans.”

Paul started removing his cloths. “I'd like a massage. Should I lie down on the bed?”

“Fembot X27B can give Paul Schofeld a full body massage on the bed. Lay face down and Fembot X27B will commence massage when commanded.”

Once naked, Paul laid down on the bed and after a pause said, “Commence.”

The robot moved for the first time and its movements were fast and precise. Paul could feel the hands of the robot against his upper back and they did not feel like hands. The robot placed a headphone around his head and soft jazz played. Looking up, the headphones trailed back to a partially-open compartment in the robot's thigh. The movement on his back was definitely not human hands but it did feel amazing. He could feel all the tension in his neck and lower back easing away.

Paul awoke in darkness. City lights were visible in the hotel window so it was still nighttime. The robot stood a few feet from the bed at attention. The eyes were dim. “Sara?” he called.

There was no response.

He got up and turned on a light. He noticed a power chord connecting the robot to a wall receptacle. The clothes he had taken off were nowhere to be seen. The room was spotless. He could not imagine the room had ever been this clean since the hotel was built. He could not see the remote control. He stepped into the other room and saw it sitting next to the television. The pile of photographs Sara had left him was untouched on the kitchenette counter. He picked up the fifth picture and turned it over. It read, “The Robot: Fembot X27B is a full service personal robot capability of any activity one may look up in the yellow pages as well as any and all sexual activities one would not find in the yellow pages. If Fembot X27B can’t do it, Fembot X27B has an attachment for it in some secret compartment in its torso, limbs, or multifunction hands or Fembot X27B can transform itself to solve the problem. Fembot X27B is owned by Paul Schofeld.”

Paul shook his head and returned to the bedroom. He said, “Activate.”

The robot's eyes lit up. “Fembot X27B activated.” The power chord detached itself from the wall and was retracted back into the robot's stomach. A panel slid shut and disappeared into the silvered finish of the robot's body.

“How long have I been asleep?”

“Time asleep estimated at five hours, thirty-seven minutes.”

“How long will you be a robot?”

“Fembot X27B with proper maintenance should function for over two hundred years.”

“No, I meant how long will Sara remain a robot?”

“Who is Sara?”

“My wife, Sara,” Paul replied.

“Sara Schofeld, owner Paul Schofeld's wife, cannot reply.”