The Truth - Chapter 7 (Patreon)

Jon woke up lazily. After stretching for a few moments he glanced at the clock. It was after 1 pm. “Huh?” He did not believe the girls had not been calling him since dawn. He looked at his cell phone: no missed calls. Shrugging, he got up and took a quick shower. He dressed in one of the suits he wore when he had to be presentable at work and went into the living room. He was starving. He was about to use the pen to make something to eat but wondered if he should do it for one or for three.

There had to be some way to gain information with the pen, he reasoned. He wrote: “When I finish writing this sentence, where and what Sandra and Debra are doing will appear written on this paper below the sentence.”

The words “Sandra is asleep on her living room sofa. Debra is asleep standing in the bathroom.” appeared on the page.

“Standing?” he wondered. “How could she sleep standing…?” He flipped through the previously written pages and read the words to the ‘Go to sleep’ ability. He realized he could be on a different continent and those words would put them both to sleep. Reading it further he actually had to say the wake up command to them. “I’m brilliant,” he thought. He rewrote the sleep command so it only worked if he was with them. He also made it possible to wake them both by saying ‘ladies’ in place of their names. Then he wrote: “When I put the pen in its case and put the case in my pocket, only I can retrieve it from my pocket. When in my pocket, the case cannot be noticed by anyone but me.

“A key to Sandra’s apartment is on my desk as I finish this sentence.”

He put the pen in its case and put it into his pocket. He picked up the key and left his apartment. He crossed the hall and let himself into the girls’ apartment.

Sandra was slumped on the sofa still wearing the green outfit. He went to the bathroom where he smelled urine faintly and found the door ajar. Debra was naked from the waist down and asleep. He laughed at the odds of catching her right at that moment. He reached around her and flushed for her.

He went back to the living room and found some paper. He wrote: “The next time I say, ‘Now,’ Sandra and Debra will appear on Sandra’s bed, fully awake, horny, naked, and embracing one another passionately. They are in the middle of a full on, mouths open, tongues-deep kiss. Each has two fingers deep into the other’s slick pussy. Their free hands cannot stop caressing and groping the other’s body. They are hot and sweaty; their hair is matted down in places and that sweat has caused the sheets to be stuck to various parts their bodies. They believe they have been making out for quite some time. They each believe the other initiated the encounter last night. Any inhibitions about same-sex sex are suppressed until they find out who actually initiated the encounter. They are so focused on one another that they are total oblivious everything else for the first five minutes after they appear on the bed.

“When I finish this sentence, a full set of professional lighting equipment, sound recording equipment, and four professional digital video cameras suspended from the ceiling will appear in Sandra’s room, aimed at the place they will appear on the bed when I next say ‘Now.’ When I next say, ‘Now’ the equipment will record everything Sandra and Debra do on the bed until I say ‘Stop recording.’ At that point, the cameras and lighting equipment will disappear. At the same time, as many DVDs as necessary to contain the raw footage from the cameras will appear in the bottom drawer of the desk in my living room.

“The next time I say ‘Cleaned up,’ Sandra and Debra will be standing in front of me; their bodies completely clean, their hair and makeup flawless. They become fully dressed with accessories in whatever outfits they were planning to wear to the boutique Debra works at.

“If Debra’s boss is not already at the boutique she will make sure she arrives there within an hour. Once she is there she will not leave until she sees us about Debra’s job.”

He moved to the bedroom doorway and said, “Now.”

Sandra and Debra unknowingly put on an amazing show of lust. For over five minutes they made out like the world was about to end. In the end, they rolled to one side and the cameras moved with them causing Debra to turn Sandra's head away. She exclaimed, “Where the fuck did all that stuff come from?”

Sandra leaned forward to kiss Debra again until she saw a lighting rig. “I think I have a clue.”

“Hello, ladies,” Jon announced, waving from the doorway. “Is this a bad time?”

“How did you get into our apartment?” Debra shrieked trying to cover herself with a sweaty sheet.

“That wasn’t difficult,” he replied. “Stop recording,” The equipment vanished. “I thought we were going to the boutique. It’s almost two o’clock.”

“Oh, fuck,” exclaimed Debra. “I’m missing work again.”

“How did it get so late?” Sandra wondered.

“So tell me, do you do this often?” Jon asked.

They looked at one another. Debra spoke first, “Can we discuss this after we get dressed?”

“Sure,” he answered. “Once your all cleaned up you can tell me all about it.” Instantly they disappear from the bed and reappear fully cleaned and clothed in front of him. He adds, “Very nice. I like that look on you, Debra. So tell me all about it.”

Debra looked at herself, “This is what I was going to wear.” She felt her hair, “That pen is so convenient.”

Sandra added, “Sure, especially if you want to film your neighbors for a porno.”

“You are both avoiding the question.”

“When we go back last night Debra went to the bathroom and the next thing I knew she said she was so horny she thought we could….”

Debra interrupted, “I said? You came on to me reminding me how cool it was when I was a mannequin until I was too horny to resist you.”

Sandra turned to Jon pleading, “That’s not at all how it happened. She…” She stopped as he held up the pen. “You! I am not a lesbian. Or bi. Or….”

“I kind of enjoyed it,” Debra said quietly.

“You did?” Sandra asked.

“I even liked the cameras. I was just confused as to where they came from. You stopped.”

“We learn something new every day,” Jon remarked. “Shall we get going?”

“Will there be any other surprises?”

“Why would I tell you?”

* * *

The storefront to Beed’s Boutique was a single paned glass enclosure open to the store with two mannequins displaying the latest fashions. An obvious gap between the mannequins existed. The front door was on the right side. A small bell jingled as they entered.

The store was rather shallow with just a few racks in front. Through a door in the back was a hallway of doors, presumably dressing rooms. A stockroom and office were probably opposite the changing area. At the sound of the bell, the young woman at the counter looked up. She picked up the phone and pressed a single button, spoke a few words and hung up.

A tall, fashion-conscious woman who obviously worked out religiously stepped from the doorway into the main room. Her eyes alighted on Debra instantly. But her attitude of rancor vanished as she noticed Sandra and Jon there. “Are you together?” she asked.

Jon said, “Actually all three of us are. Can we go someplace quiet to talk about Debra’s work here?”

“I don’t see why not. This way.” She turned and led them to her office. Her office was neat and well arranged. She indicated the two chairs in front of her desk as she sat down behind it. Sandra and Jon sat down and Debra stood behind them.

Jon spoke, “Mrs. Beed?”

“Ms, but please, call me Dorothy.”

“Dorothy, I noticed your store window is missing something this afternoon and I am afraid it is my fault. I am an inventor and I was working with Debra to perfect something you might find useful for your displays.”

“I certainly am intrigued. What would this something be?”

“What if you had the most life-like mannequin ever? So life-like because it is an actual woman transformed into a mannequin.”

“That is why I hired Debra as a living mannequin. People respond best to real people. Mannequins that become too life-like tend suffer from the uncanny valley effect.”

“Exactly, but human models need to rest and to move breaking the illusion from the other direction. With my help, Debra can hold a pose all day now.”

“That’s impossible.”

“Are you a gambling woman, Dorothy?”

“You want to bet whether she can stand still for a day?” Dorothy laughed. “How much are you going to pay out?”

“Before my assistant and I leave, Debra will be posed in your front window. She will remain there for three days until I return Wednesday evening.”

“Make it Tuesday, I’m busy Wednesday,” Dorothy said. “Not that she’ll last that long. How often will she stop to eat and drink?”

“Not once. You have surveillance cameras right? Every morning when you come in scan through the footage and you will see she has not budged since being posed.”

“You are crazy.”

“That was impolite,” Jon admonished. “The deal is if she succeeds, you restructure her work assignment to just a few days a week at four times her current hourly rate. If she fails, you don’t pay her for a month.”

“I like the idea of free help. Okay. Why not?” She looked up at Debra. “You really going to do this?”

“I can’t wait,” Debra replied.

Jon said, “Tell your girl out there to bring in whatever you want Debra to wear in the window and Debra can go to a changing room and put it on.”

“I’ll go out there myself. It will be faster.” Dorothy said getting up and leaving.

As soon as she left, Jon turned to Debra. “When you go to the changing room, get into the outfit and then become rigid. We’ll save the mannequin for the next bet. You like?”

Debra whispered in his ear, “If my pussy were normal I’d be very wet now.”

“Good thing it isn’t so you don’t ruin Ms Beed’s clothing.”

Debra stood up as Dorothy entered. “Here you go.” Dorothy held a red evening gown with a plunging neck-line. The back was bare down the whole back. “This dress never looks right on a mannequin because mannequins rarely have spines.”

“Tell her how she should pose before she goes.”

“Not in the window?”

“No, you’ll see.”

“I’ll play along.” Dorothy said. “I want something dynamic. Pretend there is someone standing over there that you are telling a secret to over your shoulder. So point with the left arm like this. There’s a matching clutch so keep your right arm close to the body like so. If you can do it, put all your weight on your left leg and let your right leg kind of sweep behind you.”

“Not a problem,” Debra said. “Where’s the clutch?”

“Get it from Tabitha.”

Jon interrupted, “One more thing. Take that marker on your desk and make a mark on the back of Debra’s knee. An X or circle or something and make sure no one sees it.”

“What?”

“Humor me. Bend down, pull her tights down, make a unique mark, and pull the tights back up.”

“This is highly irregular but what the hell.” She bent down and made a secret mark.

“Okay, I’ll be changed in a jiff.”

Dorothy turned to Jon, “So how is she going to live with no salary?”

“For five thousand dollars, I’ll set you up like I’ve set up Debra.”

“What do you mean?”

“People who use living mannequins to model clothes usually have certain fetishes. I bet you would pay to be able to stand stiff as a mannequin for hours. I’m offering it to you for five grand right now. After we go see Debra, the offer is off the table.”

From outside the room they heard Debra faintly call, “I’m ready.”

“So, you aren’t crazy. You’re a hustler.” She stood up and walked out toward the dressing room.

“Your loss,” Jon said. He and Sandra got up and followed Debra.

Dorothy met them at the entrance to the changing area, “How did you do it? Is Tabitha in on it?” She called out loudly, “Tabitha!”

Tabitha entered. “When did they bring that in?” She pointed to the second changing room.

“Bring what in, Ms Beed?” She leaned in. “Hi, Debra. Debra?”

“Did Debra sneak out?”

“Ms Beed, I’ve been in front since they entered and no one has been in the front since Debra got the shoes she’s wearing in the stall.”

Jon grabbed a handcart. “Sandra, help me get Debra on the cart.”

“What are you two doing?”

“Moving Debra to the front window.”

“That is not Debra.”

“It most certainly is. Check for the mark.”

Dorothy looked at him incredulously. As if in a dream, she bent down behind Debra and lifted the full-length gown up to look behind her knee. “Fuck me,” she whispered. She stood up, poking at Debra. “She is hard as a rock.”

“I told you she wouldn’t move.”

“And you offered to do this to me for five grand.”

“Cost you more now.”

“And Tuesday she’ll return to normal.”

“Technically I never said that. She might be permanently like this and she’ll work for you all the time. Although, that would cost you a lot more, wouldn’t it?” Jon noticed Sandra stiffen in surprise at the word permanently. But she did not say anything.

“I could not afford to pay that much for a mannequin. Not even one as flawless as Debra.” Dorothy said still in shock. “Go ahead and bring her out front. Tabitha get back to the counter.”

Jon lifted Debra onto the cart with Sandra’s help and rolled her out to the empty space in the window. He picked her up onto the raised platform. “Which way do you want her pointing?”

Dorothy looked up at Debra. “Turn her to the right 15 to 20 degrees.” When Debra was turned the right way she said, “There, like that is good.”

“Well, we must be going. I'll see you Tuesday at around 7 PM?”

“That’ll be good. Ten thousand dollars?”

“Higher,” he whispered gesturing upward with his hand. “Good day.”

“Good bye,” Sandra added.

They walked out of the store and stopped to look back through the glass at Debra. Dorothy stepped out to look as well. “Twenty?”

Jon looked at her and waved. Then he turned and walked away. Sandra followed closely behind. “Twenty thousand is a lot of money.”

“Tip of the iceberg. Let her stand there staring at Debra for a couple days and we’ll see how much higher it goes. In fact, we’ll start ridiculously high and when she says she can’t we’ll show her Debra as a mannequin and double the high number.”

“I’ve changed my mind. You are evil.”

“Perhaps. What do you say we go back to my place and I’ll whip up a fabulous meal then we’ll engage in some kinky sex acts.”

“Or watch some lesbian porn.”

“Oh crap,” he exclaimed.

“What?”

“I still haven’t fucked Debra.”

“Poor baby.”