Stephanie looks like she's about to say something, then closes her mouth and gives me a thoughtful look before turning to Lin. "This one here wants to have a pretty plastic girlfriend that he can command like our other products, but still have a genuine attachment to." She turns back to me, "Have I gotten that right?"
"It's close enough to right." I confirm.
"Good!" Stephanie continues "Lin, you think you might be up for that, but aren't 100% sure. Though I should point out that the alternative is to become a full mannequin, or a mannequin that's in on the secret but is still basically a mannequin. And it sounds like you don't want either of those options"
"It would be nice to still mostly be me when I'm plastic, yes."
Stephanie breaks into a wide grin, it has hints of Brittney's madness but retains it's motherly quality as well. "Alright then. Timothy your presence here is no longer required."
I sit stunned for a moment before turning to Lin, who looks puzzled, but then a thought seems to flash on her face and she breaks into a grin to match Stephanie's. Unsure what the two of them are thinking I start to form a question but am cut off by Lin's lips locking with mine. We share a long kiss, with Lin seemingly not wanting to break it, before we both end up coming up for air. Lin speaks first, "Not bad for a goodbye kiss. Remember that one OK? I don't know if my lips will be as soft once they're plastic." The grin is gone and a sad smile graces Lin's features.
"I will, but why isn't this kiss coming after the discussion?"
Stephanie replies, "Because even a plastic girlfriend should have her secrets and it'll be more fun for both of you if those secrets are shared over time." Stephanie walks over to the elevator and presses the button, opening the door, "Now go on, the receptionist is waiting for you on the second floor, she'll bring you to the final stop on your tour before showing you out. Oh, and feel free to have some fun with the merchandise." Stephanie winks as she says this.
I look to Lin and the word "thanks-" escapes my lips before I'm cut off.
"Don't say but OK?" Lin looks at me, a hit of mirth returning to her smile. "All of this turns you on, and it does it for me too. Don't let me stop you from having fun with other mannequins, just make sure that when I'm back at the store I get in on that action too, with you and the other displays."
Stephanie laughs, "Sounds like you two were made for each other. Though only time will tell if that's true."
The elevator starts beeping loudly as the doors try to close, but are blocked by Stephanie's plastic arm. Motions with her head for me to get in. Not wanting to argue any further with the owner of a company that could have me turned into plastic I walk over and enter the elevator. Stephanie enters with me and flashes a badge at a security scanner before pressing the button for the second floor. This gives me long enough to get one last look at Lin who call out "See you in two weeks Tim!" before Stephanie steps out of the elevator and the door closes bringing my last moments with a flesh-and-blood Lin to an end.
It doesn't take long for the elevator to deposit me at its destination, and when the door opens with the typical ding I step out into tiny reception area that housed, at that moment in time, three pieces of furniture: a desk, the chair behind the desk, and the plastic goddess sitting perfectly still in the chair. The raven-haired receptionist from when Lin and I had first entered the building is posed leaning over the desk with one hand under her chin, a pair of glasses dangling from it, a salacious look on her face and a glance under the desk told me her legs were crossed at the thighs. Dressed smartly in a black pencil skirt, white blouse and black suit, the effect of a consummate professional was somewhat lost given the figure's pose, and the fact that her blouse opened enough to show a racy black bra. On the desk sat a laptop and a name-tag reading: Rachel. On the wall opposite the desk was a door to parts unknown. I consider having some fun with Rachel in her frozen form, but decide to find out just what Stephanie sent me in to first, figuring I can always freeze her back up later. Also, despite Lin telling me to enjoy myself I find my libido isn't quite what I would expect it to be given the situation.
"Radish, rhino, Russia, researcher." With the code phrase spoken I watched as Rachel slowly returned to the land of the living, though her clothing and bra got in the way of the spectacular show I'd seen when Angelique first woke up, I made note of that for the future.
After about 30 seconds Rachel regains full control of her body and straightens herself in her chair, stretching out as she does, and also fixing me with a quizzical look. "Not a fan of the sexratery fantasy? I was hoping for at least a grope before you woke me up."
"Sorry to disappoint you Rachel, I guess I'm still thinking about what happened in Stephanie's office," I shrug, "still, freeze!"
Rachel goes still at my command, and I approach her to fully open her blouse, when I notice something odd: her blouse is ruffling slightly. Feeling no air currents in the room I examine Rachel more closely, and determine that her chest is moving up and down slightly, as if she's breathing shallowly. This doesn't compute with my other interactions with frozen mannequins, so I put my face up to hers to listen for breathing, and am shocked backwards when she moves her face up to mine for a quick peck on the lips.
Rachel starts laughing at my surprise, then quickly composes herself. "Sorry Timothy, I'm Ms. Caol's mannequin and she didn't give me instruction to follow your orders beyond waking up for you. Which is another little lesson she wanted you to lean from this trip: only a mannequin's owner has complete control over her."
"And Lin is Brooke's mannequin, not mine. Is that what she's trying to say?" I can feel a pit forming in my stomach.
Rachel considers this for a moment before responding, "Maybe. Maybe not, I know Ms. Caol wanted to try something special with Lin, so maybe something else will happen with her. I think here Ms. Caol just wanted to have a little fun with you, but since that's getting in the way of my fun, I'll teach you something too!" Rachel opened a drawer in the desk and pulled out a dildo, then got up and moved to the centre of the room where she took a kneeling position, making sure her breasts were at about the height of my crotch. She then placed the dildo between her breasts, held in place by her bra, and squeezed her breasts around it. Then she said "Timothy, do you want me to be display ready?" and gave me the same salacious look that had been frozen on her face when I entered the room. I figured I knew what was going to happen, and Lin's face briefly flashed through my mind, but then so did her words encouraging me to do exactly what was being offered. Seeing and hearing it offered also did wonders for my libido.
"Yes" I said, and watched as Rachel froze up and the wave of artificiality I'd come to expect from freezing mannequins washed over her. In half a minute I was again sharing the room with 3 pieces of furniture, only this time one of them was purpose made for a very specific function. I removed the dildo from between Rachel's breasts and replaced it with a more natural, but just as rigid, object. It didn't take long for me to finish, but I felt bad for being the only one deriving pleasure from this experience, so I placed Rachel's plastic form on the desk, removed her skirt to find she wasn't wearing panties, and proceeded to rub the smooth expanse of plastic between her thighs. During this operation I repeated her activation code, and kept up my ministrations even as she changed back into mobile plastic. After 30 seconds of increasing trembling and moaning she collapsed to the desk with a scream, followed by satisfied panting.
"Mmmm... the mannequins at your store are lucky plastic girls aren't they?" Rachel purred.
"The girls I've worked with do seem to be enjoying themselves. By the way, what just happened there? If you weren't supposed to follow my orders, how did you end up as a boob-job sculpture?" I inquire.
"I'm a mannequin. Being a pretty, rigid piece of plastic is my natural state. Even right now while I'm having this conversation with you, I'm wanting to return to perfect stillness, and just be a pretty thing to display clothes and sometimes be played with by real people. Normally I can't just change back though, Ms. Caol or someone she's authorized has to return me to my natural state. But I discovered a trick while ago, that if I ask someone if they want me to be display ready, and they say yes, I can change myself without an order." Rachel beamed at this, looking proud that she'd figured out something her owner didn't tell her. "Of course I couldn't keep that I knew about this a secret from Ms. Caol, but she says she doesn't mind me doing it as long as my work for the day is done. And I only really work when we have visitors coming in who know what we do here, so I get to spend most of my time on display anyway!"
Something in Rachel's last sentence sticks out to me, "People who know what we do here? You're in on the secret then?"
"Of course! I was Ms. Caol's secretary befor-"
"Freeze" come's Stephanie's voice from the computer, and Rachel stops cold, for real this time. "Sorry Timothy," Stephanie continues, "Rachel is a bit of a gossip I'm afraid and she may have revealed more than I'm comfortable with you knowing at this time. If you'll come over to the computer I'll show you what she was supposed to be doing with you." I couldn't see Stephanie's face, and yet could still somehow feel the exasperated glare she was sending in Rachel's direction. Stepping over to the computer I see a database of names and photos open on the screen. "Welcome to our warehouse inventory program Timothy! Using this software you can search up any mannequin we currently have on the premises waiting for an owner to purchase them, and can even have them delivered to the room just beyond the ordering area if you wanted to have a little fun with them. I've locked up that floor for you till an hour before we close up for the night, so you've got till 8:00pm in your own personal plastic pleasure palace. And don't worry about Lin, we had a good talk and I'm 99% certain I'll be able to give her exactly what she wants. Anyway, the software is pretty easy to use, so I'll let you get to it, though not before I give you one final parting gift."
A window pops up on the screen, and in that window is Lin! She's climbing into a tube next to Tiffany, but seems to be talking animatedly with Phil, though I can't hear what they're saying. Lin stops talking and her eyes open wide, a huge smile graces her features as she looks right at the camera and waves. Phil looks up too and gives a thumbs up, before turning back to Lin to close her tube. Lin blows a kiss at the camera, then impales herself on the pole in the tank. At this point I expect to see Lin assume the barbie pose and stop moving, but instead one hand shoots to her breasts and the other to her crotch, then the video feed cuts out. "Let's give Lin some privacy for this part ok?" comes Stephanie's voice again, "I'll send the tape of her transformation along with her rigid form in two weeks. For now, have fun!"
With Lin gone I sit stunned at what I'd just witnessed, trying to puzzle out what it could mean that Lin seemed to be so animated in the first physical plastic conversion tank. I give up on that in short order, and decide to focus on the other gift that Stephanie gave me: the warehouse inventory program, and the promise of a "personal plastic pleasure palace" that it entailed.