It's Not A Doll, its An Action Figure Part II
This is a continuation of the first story about Mr. Taylor and his unique action figures. This tells a bit more about how he learned to make his action figures and talks about some of the others in the glass cases in his study. If you want to use anything please ask.
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IN A PRIVATE STUDY IN NYC
Taylor yawned and put down the papers he was reading. Rather dull legal documents, but important ones. His contract, patent, and other paperwork for his new action figure line dealing with Professional/Empowered women had been approved and he just had to sign and return to his new lawyer and then he could sit back and let the money roll in. Well more money, he had been rich for several years and he could quit working right now and retire to a life a luxury if he wanted.
He smiled over at a glass class near his desk. His first "model" for the new line was on display for him. A very beautiful life sized brunette with curly, shoulder length hair, green eyes, an hourglass figure and a lovely set of tits that defined her professional suit with a skirt perfectly was standing with one hand holding a cell phone to her head and the other holding a briefcase.
Just to the side of the life-sized figure was a small 18 inch tall action figure that looked almost identical to it. Taped on the glass was a small label that said "Jessica the Lawyer Adult Action Figure".
Taylor chuckled as he looked at the life sized figure. "Much better this way. Your taste in pantsuits was so annoying. If you were really an empowered woman you would have embraced your female side more. Yes, being an action figure is so much better for you. For ALL of you."
Taylor pushed away from his desk and spun in his chair taking in the whole room and the numerous glass cases. He stood and began to walk by them one by one remembering how he had made each one. Pamela the Stewardess was his first new action figure in the line. Jessica the Lawyer, Staci the Doctor, Sandra the Police Woman, he had quite the collection.
He grinned as the door opened and another brunette minced in. This one was a bit shorter than him and was dressed in a French Maid's getup with black lacy stockings, high heeled slippers, a duster, and a short pixie haircut. She was carrying a tray with a cup of coffee on it. She came in and set it down on the desk and turned and curtsied.
"Messier Taylor, your evening coffee is prepared. Will zer be anything else?" the lovely woman said in a thick French accent. She had a drop dead smile, and empty eyes like a doll's.
"No Marie, that will be all. Good night."
The Maid curtsied again, then stood straight up and marched to a glass case. She got inside and turned around. After closing the door, she posed with one hand holding the duster up, pouted a sexy pout, and then seemed to freeze in place. Taylor went over to his desk and picked up an identical action figure that was in a pose that showed her cleaning some things. He placed it in the smaller case next to the larger one and spoke "Now my figure, it's time to sleep. I will awake if in need."
The large figure seemed to stiffen a bit more and her skin seemed to take on a waxy hue. Taylor chuckled again and walked further down to the very end of the cases. Here three cases were set back out of the way.
In one was a teen-aged girl, dressed in a short slutty Catholic Schoolgirl get up complete with white stockings and shoes. She looked 18, long straight blonde hair, pink lipstick and eye-shadow, nice ass, and a wonderful set of knockers. She held a set of text books in one hand while the other held a small pendant with a red stone in it. Her face was a sexy pout with an evil glint to her eyes.
Across from her was an older woman who looked to be in her late twenties. She was a brunette with shoulder length black hair done in a poofed up look. She had dark brown eyes, a darker skin color (like a mix of Hispanic and Italian), nice figure, and a decent set of tits. She wore a black suit with a knee length pencil skirt, white blouse (tight with the top three buttons undone), and a black jacket with matching black shoes. She had a set of reading glasses on, respectable earrings, and carried a large notebook and planner in one arm and a ruler in another.
The last one back in the corner was another young woman. She was a fiery redhead with straight bright red hair down to the small of her back, matching nail polish, lip-stick and makeup. She was dressed in a slutty witch outfit complete with a pointed hat. She had long black gloves with the fingers removed, a black corset around her ample breasts, a small tight black latex micro skirt, with black thigh boots on 6 inch heels. She had a wicked smile that oozed evil and sex at the same time, and in one had she held a wand and the other was propped against her hip which she cocked out at an angle.
Taylor stopped in the center of all three and smiled. He slowly turned and looked at each one and his smile grew broader and broader. "I do so love standing here and looking at you three. I love to remember how you made this all possible, and I do so LOVE to have fun with you. Tonight, I think I'll have some fun with Ms. Stein. You two can wait until your turn can't you?"
Taylor pulled out the small doll from its case and said "Time to awake, time to play, time for you to do what I say." He then moved the doll around a bit and made it walk and move and do things while he spoke.
"The Ms. Stein Adult Action Figure will come out of the case, and will walk into the living room. It will sit and speak to Taylor as a teacher who is visiting a successful student. She will drink some wine; she will get a bit buzzed, and will get horny. Ms. Stein will confess she was always attracted to Taylor and will make out with him, go down on him, get even more turned on, will fuck him on his couch, on the Persian Rug, and then will go upstairs with him for a massive fuck fest in his bedroom where Taylor fucks her so hard she loses her mind and turns into a giggling bimbo who will then go out with Taylor tomorrow for some fun. She will dress as a slutty tart and will be a complete air head and slut. She will come back with him, fuck him again in his study and then clean up and return to her case."
The large figure seemed to shimmer a bit and the waxy hue faded into something much more lifelike. The figure blinked and opened the door. The woman stepped out with an empty look in her eyes and strutted down past the other cases and out the door towards the living room.
Taylor followed with a smile and remembered...
5 YEARS AGO IN HIGH SCHOOL
Taylor grumbled to himself as he leafed through his notes again. "Figures got everything but the one damn drawing from Ms. Stein. Cripes, how hard is it to remember to drop of one freaken note?"
Taylor was a senior and part of the drama club. He wasn't into the acting, but he did a lot of the sets and models and careful work that required some very good attention to detail. He was just about done with the scenery for the fall play but had some last minute guidance from the German teacher on some period stuff they wanted to add to make it authentic.
"Like I'd sham on the research. Cripes, hottie or not, this is a pain." Taylor mumbled as he moved through the deserted after school hallways. Normally any male in the school, to include most of the teachers would LOVE to see Ms. Eva Stein one on one. The brunette was a knockout by any standard, and her Austrian accent that she had picked up while studying overseas was enough to melt a man with one word. But Taylor was in a hurry and he didn't like having to jump around because someone else screwed it up.
He turned the corner into the Language Section of the school and noticed that Ms. Stein's door was closed. He almost cursed but then noticed there was some light coming under the door. Thinking that odd he moved up to the door and realized that someone had put black paper over the small glass window. Taylor leaned in and heard some very odd words coming from behind the door.
Taylor was now very curious about what was going on. He didn't want to barge in, but he did want to know more. Fortunately for him the language lab door was open. It connected to Ms. Stein's room, right behind her desk actually and she usually left it cracked open. He slipped in and moved up to the cracked door and looked into the classroom.
What he saw was amazing. Ms. Stein was standing with her suit top and blouse off in a black lace bra. She was facing into the class room but standing up in front of her desk. On either side of her was a teenage girl.
Taylor gaped as he recognized Heather, one of the hottest and most popular girls in school. She was tall, great body, an awesome 36CC set of tits and long straight blonde hair down to her mid back which she wore straight or sometimes in a pony tail. She usually wore short skirts and blouses, kind of a catholic schoolgirl look, and today was no exception. Except her blouse was open and Taylor could see her tits in a white lacy bra. In her right hand dangled a small red stone that glittered as it slowly turned.
On the other side opposite Heather was Scarlett. She was another popular girl, but considered very strange by many. She had long straight fire red hair and another knockout body with sharp green eyes. She tended to dress a bit like a Goth with lots of blacks and grays. But unlike the rest of the Goth crowd, it was usually skimpy, hot, and definitely attracted the boys. The two girls were not friends and many considered them to be enemies. She was holding a weird looking doll.
The two girls were chanting some very odd words and Ms. Stein just stood there facing forward without a peep. After a few minutes of this and some odd hand waving and Scarlett lighting a candle and waving her hands over it the two girls stopped.
With a look of exasperation Heather Huffed in front of Ms. Stein and said "Go to your desk and sit down."
Ms. Stein replied "I obey." She returned to her desk and then Heather snapped her fingers and Ms. Stein's head slumped forward and she started to snore.
"God damn it you dumbfuck! You said you had that fucking doll ready! 30 minutes of chanting and we got nada! You said we could do this!" Heather said with a growl.
"Fuck you, you stuck up cunt! I'm working it, but you try making an identical doll to hold the free will! It ain't easy, and the soul resists even if it is hypnotized." Scarlett shot back.
