Harem Mannequin 2

by

Paul G Jutras

 

A pair of black two inch open toe heels clicked along the pavement as Janet went to meet Annie and Cindy at the Best of the West strip club. She looked lovely in her black turtle neck with the sleeves rolled to the elbow, black pants, hose that darkened her purple polish toe nails and a black and white vest.

"See you're already in costume." Janet smiled as she dropped her purse off her right shoulder and checked her face in the light up make up mirror. "You really should get into the hobby of wearing underwear, Annie. At least when you're off work."

"Panties ride up my butt crack and I hate pantyhose." Annie smiled back. She straightened the seam of her pink shoulder strap dress that barely reached her hips while Cindy got out of her red blouse and black flare skirt. Each put on an erotic combination outfit.

While Annie was out on stage an Arab prince kept staring at her with a grin on his face. As he waved Annie over, she shook her hips and raised the bottom of her dress so that the man could get a good look at her shaved pussy.

"How about a lap dance honey?" asked the prince.

"Sure thing, dear," said Annie. She turned her back to him and felt the man's penis plug up her rear. She went into her dance and soon felt his juices flow into her. It made her shudder like never before.

"I like you." The Prince said with a smile while he panted from exhaustion. "I'll pay you something extra if you wear these for me during your next performance."

"I could use the money." Annie thought to herself as he took the gift and said: "I see you during my next act dear."

"Oh, this is just great." Annie sighed as she open the package up and found a pair of pantyhose inside of it. "Well if it will help get me the money needed to pay the rent."

As she slipped the hose on, she shuddered with the same tingle as when she did the lap dance for the prince. She had never felt anything like it in her life and almost didn't want to get her costume again.

"You look lovely in those stockings." The prince said as he asked Annie to the beach in the same way as he did her two friends. "I look forward to our little date together. It will be well worth it."

"Aren't you going to take those pantyhose off before coming home, Annie?" Janet asked as she put her pants suit back on, minus her hose.

"Later." Annie said with a smile. "This is the best pair I ever had to wear. It's almost as if the nylon crotch is having sex with me. It's like I have a built in dildo and butt plug inside of me."

Annie changed into a green skirt suit and black three inch heels and met up with the Arab Prince. They had drinks together and dance until dawn. He dropped her off at her apartment where she took off all her clothes except her hose and collapsed on top of the bed. In no time, she was asleep. While she slept, she didn't even notice the waist band of the hose merge with the body and become one. Nor did she notice her sex seal itself up and become perfectly smooth.

As if hypnotized she up a few hours later and put on a green and white polka dot bikini on and headed for the beach as if completely unaware of what has happened with the hose.

"Why are you still wearing stockings?" Cindy asked in an orange one piece suit with her nail polish to match.

"I love the way the sand feels to my stocking feet and how the water drip off the hose." Annie replied without a second thought to what she had said.

"Is it my imagination or are you breasts and hips bigger." Janet added. "Not to mention smaller in the waist."

"I don't know." Annie replied. "I just know that these stockings feel like I'm having never ending sex."

"They can't be that good." Janet said as the prince walked up with a pair of packages and handed them over to the girls.

"Try them on for yourself and see." The prince chuckled as he held out a white lace trim dress and a pair of sandals to Annie. "Annie and I have ourselves a lunch date."

While the girls went to change, they didn't notice how stiffly Annie put her right leg into the car without bending the knee. She grabbed the roof and put her left leg in before forcing her waist to bend and sitting down. The prince almost had to post her like a mannequin to get her in.

By the time the girls returned to work at the strip club they could think of nothing else but sex. The lap dance and did whatever they had to in order to find release till it was time for the club to close.

"Good news girls." The Arab said with a smile. "I talk the club into selling me your contracts. "How would you like to pay me back for those wonderful hose by working for me in my own land?"

"Love to honey." Annie said as the other girls purred into his ears all the way to his private plane at the airport. The plane was full of mannequins, wind up sex bots and love dolls.

"What is this?" Janet said as she and Cindy both felt a burning itch in their crotch that needed relief fast. The harder they tried to relieve the itch, the slowly their arm movements were until they stopped all at together. Their skins took on a plastic shine of mannequins on them.

"Well Annie, your friends are going to make wonderful mannequin sex display for me while you will be my newest love doll dear. I lost my penis to a traitor in the palace and had it replace with a pump that releases nanits to change you from the inside into living objects. Hope you like your new job with me as it will be ones that last forever."

"I don't think so." Annie smiled as she and the Arab nobody went through what looked like a computer morph program. Moments later Annie looked like the Arab and vise versa. "The drink we toasted was a little nanit formula of my own that reverse the damage you cause and gives me your wealth."

With that the new prince took the new Annie aside and started to play with it.

 

THE END

 

 

 

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