Once again, you find yourself shoved into a bag without regard for your objections - this time your company being a large button-shut wallet, lipstick, makeup case, and some other things you can't make out entirely in the dark as you're thrown around at Vivi's hip. "While we're there, maybe we should get Sugarpuff a cat toy to distract her until she gets used to our Pinnochio?" Asks Vivi.
"Yeah, I think they have tho-" Kristie's replay is muted for you by the sound of the apartment door slamming shut, and you can't catch much else about the conversation with all the noise outside and the chaos of jumbled items knocking you around inside the bag. "Yeah, just a speedo should be good enough for regular ads and streams." You hear the redhead say at one point, in a brief stop at one point, while they wait at what sounds like a busy road crossing.
"I don't think we have to worry that much about coming up with the stuff for private videos, we can just ask them what they want to see us do to him and they'll have plenty of ide-"
A couple of minutes later, the bag swings to a rough and unexpected stop, and the lipstick tube bashing into your head makes your head ring painfully. No sooner do you recover, than you're suddenly upended and dumped out of the bag, albeit gently, onto the wooden surface of a table. Squinting your eyes in the sudden light, you look around to make out Vivi and Kristie standing over you proudly, in a large room full of shelves containing dolls, dollhouses, and other assorted children's toys, while a stern-looking woman in her mid-thirties, wearing plain clothes with a badge reading "Anna" on it, looks down at you curiously through nondescript rectangular glasses.
"We call him Pino. He's basically a high tech fancy adult toy," Kristie says nonchalantly to the woman, not addressing you. "Which, we know that's not your department, but we thought you might know how to work his settings, while we're here? The last owner didn't say how to change them, and she had, like, a kink for forcing him to do stuff. And we don't mind that, but we'd rather he was kind of more, obedient, y'know? Would you know if there'd be like a password we need to say or something to change his settings on that?"
"Help, my name is Joe and I'm a human being! I've tried to tell th-"
You're immediately cut off by the employee answering the two girs: "Well, I don't know about a password, but usually there'd be a button that can reset his programming, so you can set him up again from scratch." You have a bad feeling about this, which is confirmed when she pulls open a drawer of the desk you're standing on, rummages briefly, and then looks directly at you while pulling out a small - to them - electrical screwdriver.
"Usually, it's in some kind of hard-to-reach place on the device." She clarifies, pinning you to the table with her gaze.
"Or, if you want, you can try leaving him with me for a few days, and I'll see if I can get him set up properly for you. I can cover it under a basic service fee, so it wouldn't be really expensive, and no charge if I can't get him working right." Beneath her flat, matter-of-fact demeanor, you sense a glint in her eye when she says this that gives you the chills.
"Oh, really?" Kristie seems interested right away. Vivi looks down at the table, where you're cowering speechless from the store employee, and gives off a surprised chuckle. "Awww, you made our little Pino scared! He's like a puppy at the vet." She coos, and bends down to pat your head with her outstretched finger. "There, there, little guy, it's for your own good. You'll be much safer and happier when you've learned to listen to your owners properly, okay?" She tries to soothe you, to the amusement of Kristie, and even cracking a quick smirk on the face of Anna, who continues to brandish the screwdriver before you.
Desperate to avoid where this is going, you work up your courage and...
"Yeah, I think they have tho-" Kristie's replay is muted for you by the sound of the apartment door slamming shut, and you can't catch much else about the conversation with all the noise outside and the chaos of jumbled items knocking you around inside the bag. "Yeah, just a speedo should be good enough for regular ads and streams." You hear the redhead say at one point, in a brief stop at one point, while they wait at what sounds like a busy road crossing.
"I don't think we have to worry that much about coming up with the stuff for private videos, we can just ask them what they want to see us do to him and they'll have plenty of ide-"
A couple of minutes later, the bag swings to a rough and unexpected stop, and the lipstick tube bashing into your head makes your head ring painfully. No sooner do you recover, than you're suddenly upended and dumped out of the bag, albeit gently, onto the wooden surface of a table. Squinting your eyes in the sudden light, you look around to make out Vivi and Kristie standing over you proudly, in a large room full of shelves containing dolls, dollhouses, and other assorted children's toys, while a stern-looking woman in her mid-thirties, wearing plain clothes with a badge reading "Anna" on it, looks down at you curiously through nondescript rectangular glasses.
"We call him Pino. He's basically a high tech fancy adult toy," Kristie says nonchalantly to the woman, not addressing you. "Which, we know that's not your department, but we thought you might know how to work his settings, while we're here? The last owner didn't say how to change them, and she had, like, a kink for forcing him to do stuff. And we don't mind that, but we'd rather he was kind of more, obedient, y'know? Would you know if there'd be like a password we need to say or something to change his settings on that?"
"Help, my name is Joe and I'm a human being! I've tried to tell th-"
You're immediately cut off by the employee answering the two girs: "Well, I don't know about a password, but usually there'd be a button that can reset his programming, so you can set him up again from scratch." You have a bad feeling about this, which is confirmed when she pulls open a drawer of the desk you're standing on, rummages briefly, and then looks directly at you while pulling out a small - to them - electrical screwdriver.
"Usually, it's in some kind of hard-to-reach place on the device." She clarifies, pinning you to the table with her gaze.
"Or, if you want, you can try leaving him with me for a few days, and I'll see if I can get him set up properly for you. I can cover it under a basic service fee, so it wouldn't be really expensive, and no charge if I can't get him working right." Beneath her flat, matter-of-fact demeanor, you sense a glint in her eye when she says this that gives you the chills.
"Oh, really?" Kristie seems interested right away. Vivi looks down at the table, where you're cowering speechless from the store employee, and gives off a surprised chuckle. "Awww, you made our little Pino scared! He's like a puppy at the vet." She coos, and bends down to pat your head with her outstretched finger. "There, there, little guy, it's for your own good. You'll be much safer and happier when you've learned to listen to your owners properly, okay?" She tries to soothe you, to the amusement of Kristie, and even cracking a quick smirk on the face of Anna, who continues to brandish the screwdriver before you.
Desperate to avoid where this is going, you work up your courage and...
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August 17, 2023
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