The evening takes no time at all, as her latest “treatment” has made her more lovedoll than ever before. She knows it is just temporary, but still hates that she is stuck with a giant monitor hanging from her chest, not to mention her “girls” just hanging out. Then there is the attachment all up inside her that is not overly comfortable either. Occasionally, it will vibrate slightly, which must be due to its connection to the WiFi here in the building. Needless to say, Janet is hot and ready when everyone starts showing up.
Siddhu is one of the first, bringing in a brief case with him. He looks rather dashing, Janet thinks, as his black polo looks pressed, his khakis with a firm crease down the front, and his hair all in place. His dark features on his darkened face look mysterious, yet inviting. It might be her predicament, or maybe something else, but she finds him very attractive right now.
“Good morning, my dear,” he says with a smile, giving her butt a playful spank. The added motion and location sends a vibration over her that pushes her over the top. Unable to control herself, she climaxes right there. The warm tingling sensation electrifies her whole body. Her mouth uncontrollable starts to form on 'o' shape. She does not even notice herself moving like that, as her limited sensors are overloaded with pleasure. Fortunately, no one is around to watch her, so her mouth's position change goes unnoticed.
Siddhu continues to work behind her at the table. In a few minutes, the tingling sensation subsides. Oh my, she gasps mentally, I have never had one last that long before, it was like it would never end. She is unsure if that is a good thing or bad thing. Before she can decide, she feels her mouth moving again. Unable to control anything, it snaps back into a smile, leaving her as she started. No sooner had this happened, than Siddhu walks in front of her.
He pushes the power button on the monitor. As it comes to life, he begins moving the pointer with his right thumb on her left breast. She feels him double click then move some more then double click again. It feels different today, she thinks, it seems like his fingers are sliding over me easier. As he sets up for the day, she reasons that it is a good thing that his touch is not stimulating her as much as it did yesterday. He looks past her and then puts his hand up on her forehead, tilting her head down. She can see that he is wearing gloves today, which feel relatively slick. Before she can get suited to viewing “her” monitor, he resets her head straight. Smiling with satisfaction, he walks away.
Janet notices the rest of the convention center is starting to come to life. Men and women in mostly polos and khakis are walking about with their conference passes hanging around their necks. Each one reminding her of why she is in this predicament. More and more walk past the booth, unable to control their stares. While she is still self conscious of how she looks, she is not bothered as much as before. No one sees her as a person: she is an object. While that may be degrading in some ways, at least her pride can be checked at the door. If she is an object, then objects do not care how they look. It may not be much of a victory, but for her right now, anything is a win.
Her company's booth is still empty, but she figures Kenneth will be here soon. He is not the best employee, which is why she was assigned to this conference, but after Siddhu's demo yesterday to him, she figures he will be here and ready for more. Huh, she realizes, I have never been this sought after by men before...I kinda like it.
A chime goes off and an announcer tells everyone that the floor is now open and the public can enter. Within a few seconds, her field of view is full of people walking about the booths. It does not take long for her to gather a crowd, mostly male (of course). Siddhu appears and starts into his pitch:
“What you see here today is more than just a sex object wearing high tech! What you see is customer and employee oriented tech that works well and encourages high performance from all those involved...wanna see how it works?” The number of yesses almost makes Janet blush.
Touching her left breast, he begins moving the pointer and clicking the icons on the monitor. Siddhu immediately has the audience locked in. They 'ooo' and 'ooh' and gawk at all that he is doing. He adds, “Full range of mobility can be found in this ergonomic shape, perfectly designed for the human hand.” The audience laughs at his joke, with one guy in the back adding, “Huh, never thought of that...good point.” Siddhu probably did not hear him as he moves onto the next feature. “With video conferencing being so common now, it is a must for any WiFi tech. So, let's call my buddy on the other side of the country in our home office.”
Janet knows he is doing something WiFi now, as the rod in her starts to vibrate more. The screen must have opened a new window, because she can see everyone looking over to that side of her. “Ok,” Siddhu says, “Can you hear me, Rushi?” With a slight pause, the speakers on the side say, “Loud and clear, Sidd, good morning!” The audience again ooo's and aaah's. The one fellow in the back says, “Hard to hear him.”
Siddhu says, as if he heard him, “I think we need more volume.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out two small devices, about the size of a thumb tack. Leaning around Janet, he puts one in her left ear, and then repeats that motion for her right ear. “Ok, Rushi,” he says, “Try it now.” Rushi smiles broader and says, “Good morning!” The devices must have been wireless speakers, as they broadcast his words into the conference hall easily. The whole audience claps when they hear the cyrstal clear words from across the country. Janet wanted to flinch, as he is now REALLY loud in her head.
“As you can see,” Siddhu continues, “Your office can have one of these to ensure everyone hears and sees everything.” Encouraging group participation, Siddhu gets two volunteers up near Janet to try it out. One chats with Rushi, while the other moves the pointer on the screen everywhere, double clicking every icon...twice. From here, Janet's day becomes an endless loop. One after another, conference attendees step up to video conference with someone and try out the best touch pad ever. It is only 8:15 and Janet is already looking forward to the lunch break time.
“Her company's booth laid dormant for most of the morning. If she had been where she was supposed to be, she would have had Kenneth and his team fired. They should have been here when Siddhu was, Janet thinks firmly to herself. How can you expect to get any traction in this market without dedication? She wanted to go say something to Kenneth when he finally came in, but she was busy going through another demonstration with Siddhu. He was showcasing the split screen feature, which allows two people at the same to work a touch-breast-pad. The good news: neither guy works in rhythm, so it is not stimulating her much. The bad news: the constant touching of her is still driving her crazy, it is like a turn-on to a turn-on with no finish...literally.
As the day comes to a close, the conference hall starts to thin out. Siddhu is cleaning up for the day, while he video conferences with Rushi. They are going over some numbers from accounting, as the end of day one is almost here. Because she needs something to think about, she clues into their “behind the scenes” strategies. Janet has to admit that she is impressed: they have a great business plan. This makes her feel a little better about being their “object.”
Within the final moments before Siddhu leaves, he says good-bye to Rushi, shuts down the monitor, and as he turns to go, he gives Janet a solid slap on the butt. She could not quite hear what he said, but she thought she heard the word 'goddess.' Ah well, she reasons, I guess furniture such as myself does not need any encouragement.
As the lights go out on the day, she feels relieved for everyone to be gone, but now she has a long night ahead. Nothing to cloud her thoughts, she hours and hours of near darkness to just think about her plight. But like a good piece of furniture, she holds the monitor up straight and maintains her pose.