Your Favorite Girl (YFG Series) (3 page)

Kate stood over me, giggling.

"Sorry," I whined.  "I . . . can't . . . help . . . it."

After my eighth orgasm, Kate knelt down beside me, grabbed my wrist, and pulled my fingers out of me.  I tried to struggle but lacked the energy and concentration.

Kate helped me stand and then made me turn away fr
om Flora Girl and face the wall.

"She's the one I want," I said, panting.

"As per usual," Kate said, shaking her head and smiling.  "Do you want to see the other girls first?"

"Are any of them better than her?"

"It's all a matter of taste, love.  My personal favorite is Diamond Girl.  That's why I have these."  She let the straps of her baby doll top fall from her shoulders and pulled the garment down to once again show me her breasts and the cute diamond piercing in each nipple.

"What's Diamond Girl look like?"

"She's beyond words," Kate said.  "You'll have to see for yourself."

"Okay."

"So that's a yes?"

"Yes."

"Great!  I love it when clients want the whole tour!  Prepare to be amazed."

She took me by the hand and led me farther down the bending hallway.

"How long have you worked here?"

"Coming on four years
," she said.  "I used to work in the jewelry store."My first job.  I love jewels so much I just had to be around them.  It wasn't long before I noticed these rich men periodically appearing in the store, going in the back, and disappearing for hours at a time, then suddenly returning.  I knew something was up, so I started to snoop around.  Tried to catch a peek of where these men were going when they disappeared.  And of course the bosses were watching me the whole time with hidden surveillance cameras.  That's how I first met Sean—he's the one who kept me from getting fired."

"Who's
Sean?"

"One of the executives.  He thought I was pretty so he talked the others into bringing me into the company as a Selection Guide.  And, you know, he wanted to fuck me, too."

"Did you let him?"

"Sort of.  Yes and no, I guess."

"What do you mean?  He forced you?"

"No, not exactly," she said.  "My first experience at Your Favorite Girl, Incorporated was the same as yours
—including the wine—only Sean was my host."

"I see."

"He came and got me from work.  It was my birthday and he said he had something for me.  He took me back to the manager's office, and there was the elevator I never knew existed.  I was blown away.  To be so near this whole other world for so long and never see it.  My gift was a job interview."  She paused.  "With his security team, he said.  They lay me down on the conference table and took turns fucking me.  Four of them.  I was so scared, but God was it good."

She
stopped.  We were getting close to the next display window, which emitted a soft green light.  I was eager to see the next Favorite Girl, but at the same time I was horrified by Kate's story.  Gangbanged by her superiors, she only eighteen years old.  It didn't matter that she enjoyed it.  Without the Libido Drug, she wouldn't have.  "Don't get me wrong," she said in the quiet of the dark.  "I love my job.  But I don't love Sean.  I love someone else."

"Who?"

"Patton.  He's one of the other executives."

"Does he drug you, too?"

"No.  We've never, you know . . ."

Funny how she spoke directly of Sean fucking her, but when it came to this Patton fellow, she couldn't say the word.  Instead, s
he looked down at her feet, played with the lace on her costume.  So young-looking.  I wasn't much older than her, but she seemed like a child to me somehow.  Maybe it had something to do with the way she hopped about and squealed when the simplest of things excited her, like showing me something I haven't seen—what awaited us in this next display, for example.

"Is Diamond Girl next?" I asked.

Kate snapped out of her dejected pondering.  "No," she said.  "Next is Frog Girl."

"Frog Girl?"  That sounded repulsive.

"Yes, she's next on the list because usually the type of client who isn't impressed with Flora Girl's sweetness and beauty is looking for . . . well, something extreme and intense.  I should probably tell you little about her before you see her.  She can be quite shocking."

"Maybe you should," I said, replaying that name over and over in my mind.

Kate explained: "Frog Girl is a lot like you might imagine her.  Her skin has been dyed to make her resemble a bullfrog.   She sits in a crouched position most of the time.  Her pelvis and spine have been altered to make this her natural posture.  She was designed to straddle her partner and have complete vaginal and anal control.  While most of her body is soft and supple, her legs are disproportionately large and muscular.  Frog Girl can actually lie forward with her knees sticking up beside her, so if her partner wants to fuck and kiss at the same time, he can.  And that's not all she can do.  Her best attribute is her widened mouth and elongated tongue.  Frog Girl can fit an entire set of dick and balls in her mouth, and her tongue is so long it can reach up and massage or even penetrate her partner's ass while giving him the best blowjob he's ever had.  She's a powerful creature, designed to satisfy men who like to be dominated, men who prefer oral sex, and men who take it up the butt—she's even been trained to wear a strap-on."

"Wow."  I didn't know what else to say.  Your Favorite Girl, Inc. not only altered girls chemically but physically as well.  What other Selections could I expect?  And how many of them were there?

"Are you ready to see her?" Kate asked.

I nodded, still speechless.  We came around the bend and the display window came into view.  Kate walking a few steps ahead of me.  My eyes were drawn to her butt cheeks sticking out of those tight shorts, jiggling slightly as she tiptoed on the soft carpet.

Her high-pitched scream scared me so bad I jumped back.  She was standing in front of the window, bathed in green light, hand covering her mouth, and when she turned and looked at me with tears in her eyes, I knew something had gone terribly wrong.

─
Taking Flora Girl─

I COULDN'T get the violent image of the boy out of my head.

Apparently he had been a lab
technician whose job was to feed the girls kept in the display cases.  Kate explained everything to me after the guards rushed us back out to the waiting room.

"Hi
s name was Jacob.  The son of one of the executives, Mr. Shriver.  He used to come hang out here after school, and when he turned eighteen last month he came to work for us."  She went on about him for a minute, about how nice and naive he was, so unlike his father.  After a brief pause—even in grief Kate ran at full speed—she said, "I blew him the night before his birthday.  You know, as his present.  He wouldn't come in my mouth."  She smiled.  "I think he thought he wasn't supposed to.  It was cute.  He really liked me.  It only took twenty seconds. No Libido Drug involved.  You could have spackled the ceiling with the load he shot.  Ever since, I've wanted to—"

Kate closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yes," she said
, more composed.  "I just realized I shouldn't be rambling on like this.  It's unprofessional.  You don't want to be here all day.  I'm afraid we'll have to reschedule a time for you to see the other selections."

"Actually, I think I'll just take the one I saw.
"  She would certainly do for what I had planned.

"Flora Girl
," Kate said.  "Our most popular selection.  Are you sure?"

"
Oh yes."

For a moment I imagined a deep sadness welling in young Ellen's eyes, her black pupils reflecting the image of Ted's glistening back and ass as he jack
hammered Flora Girl into the bed, screaming his lungs out.  Part of me couldn't help but anticipate the torment I would endure alongside Ellen, but I wanted her to suffer so bad.  It's the classic mistake of blaming your spouse's infidelity not on your spouse but upon his or her partner.

Even if Flora Girl wasn't the most suitable option, I didn't want to go back in that hallway where that creature knelt over a dead boy's body, humping his face so hard that his skull had cracked and blood oozed out of his eyes, ears, and nose.

Frog Girl, Kate had called her.  A much more literal name than I had anticipated.  Sure enough, Frog Girl had coarse, almost scaly skin—either that or the world's greatest tattoo artist had painted the pattern on to give the illusion of depth and texture.  She was muscular, not a pinch of fat to be found.  Even her tits were rock hard and compact, like a body builder's chest muscles.  She was completely hairless: no head hair, no eye brows, no pubic hair, nothing.

From the looks of things, Jacob had
been overwhelmed by Frog Girl and wound up on his back, enjoying a fatal sixty-nine position.

The Showcase Hall, Kate explained, ran in a complete circle, surrounding a laboratory where the girls on display are cared for, studied, and maintained.  Normally a lab tech had to be with the company for three years before being allowed to work in this particular laboratory, but being Mr. Shriver's son, Jacob was promoted early.

Too early, it seemed.

"He must have touched her on accident," Kate speculated.  "That's the only way.  You wear gloves when you handle the girls.  The slightest contact and there's no going back.  Jacob hadn't gone through training yet.  He'd never had the drug."

Kate wiped the tears off her cheeks, forced a smile, and stood, the bounce now returned to her step.

"
Anyway," she said, "let me take you to our billing department and get your paperwork started."

She looked so rattled standing there in her white
babydoll top.  Those diamond nipple rings sparkling through the transparent fabric.  I remembered her mentioning Diamond Girl, Kate's personal favorite.  What would Diamond Girl look like?

Kate's hand dangled at her thigh.  I reached up and caressed her fingers.  Then I
wrapped my other hand around her hip, slipped my fingers inside her boy shorts, and grabbed her ass.  When my fingers slid down to her wet pussy, Kate inhaled sharply and quivered.

"Oh," she breathed.  "I forgot . . . how much
I love being with girls.  It's been a long . . . time."

I
gripped the warm, slightly moist crotch of the shorts and slid them down to her ankles.  She stepped out of them with a little hop and I grabbed her right leg and guided it up to the couch, lowering her foot to the cushion.  Then I scooted under her leg and looked up at the curve of her butt cheeks around her tiny anus.  I slipped my fingers inside her pussy to wet them and began to massage my own clit while I licked hers.

The sensation was unbelievable.  Scary.  My heart fluttered and I broke out into a sweat.  Cold and hot at the same time.  I licked around Kate's clit with the tip of my tongue, her juices dripping to my chin, and she came so hard she lost her balance and fell on top of me.

We both started laughing, even though her elbow did quite a number on my shoulder.  Straddling my stomach, she smiled and brushed her hair back with both hands and kissed me.

"I'm glad you came here," Kate said.

I looked into her dark pupils.  Somehow in that moment I could tell she was a lonely person.

Just like me.

I was going to miss her.

I started to say something but missed my chance.  Kate was already standing, looking sadder than ever.  I should have told her what I was thinking, but the moment had passed.

She took my hand as we entered the main lobby, where one of the security guards pressed a few buttons on a small digital panel and a section of the wall opened, revealing another hallway.

"I hope I see you again," Kate said.  "Good luck."

Without another word, she walked away. I turned to watch her go and noticed she hadn't put her shorts back on.  When she passed through the room, all four guards stared at her bare ass.  She blew a kiss at one of them and then was gone.

"Hello, Melissa."

I turned and saw a short, slick-haired man standing before me.  He had a severe lisp and wore a rainbow-colored tie.

"Hi," I said.

"I'm Bob from Billing.  I assume you've made your selection?"

"Yes."

He smiled and clapped his hands together once.  "Let me guess.  Doll Girl."

"Doll Girl?"

"No?  Maybe Giggle Girl?"

"
I didn't get past Flora Girl," I said.

The little man
nodded.  "Most people never do.  Personally I think she's a little run of the mill.  The bosses call her 'universal.'"  He waved his hands in the air dramatically.  He seemed to be a pretty dramatic little man.

"That's what Kate told me
," I said.

"Oh,"
Bob said, snorting.  "You had Kate."

"She was really nice."