"Uh, yeah," Patrick said, stopping his thrusts and stepping back. Fuckdoll sank to her knees and started to kiss and lick Patrick's cock, making loud slurping noises. Emily dropped to her knees to join her. She put the head of Patrick's cock in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it while Fuckdoll licked up and down the shaft.
"You girls are amazing," Patrick told them.
"We're best friends," Fuckdoll replied, "we share everything."
"Does that mean you want to take a ride on this cock too?"
"Oh Patrick," Fuckdoll cooed while she stood and hiked up her skirt, "I was worried you were never going to ask."
Fuckdoll opened the door and lay her shoulders on the car's bench seat, her feet on the floor of the parking garage and her midsection flat like a table. Patrick picked up her legs as he stepped between them, holding one under each arm as he fucked her. After a few minutes of grunting thrusts his body locked up as he orgasmed deep inside of her.
As Patrick moved away, Emily moved in. She put Fuckdoll's thighs over her shoulders and devoured her pussy, slurping out Patrick's cum with wet sounds and eager moans.
"You two are something else," Patrick said a short time later as his cab pulled up to a loud, crowded bar in Boston's Faneuil Hall neighborhood. "Where do girls like you come from anyway?"
The girls shared a knowing look, then stepped out of the cab.
"Thanks for the ride!" Emily called out.
"Thanks for the dick!" Fuckdoll followed.
*****
The answer to the question of where Emily and Fuckdoll came from is as straightforward as it is uninformative: they came from different places.
Emily came from the suburbs of Central Massachusetts. She had good grades in high school and played clarinet in her school's marching band. She was shy and withdrawn and had few close friends.
She moved to Boston for college. She applied to and was rejected by every Ivy League school, and ultimately found herself at an expensive private university with a campus on the Charles River.
In her sophomore year Emily discovered alcohol and shortly thereafter she lost her virginity to a boy whose name she couldn't remember at the time. She would learn that it was Alex. They shared several classes, and he had developed a crush on her while she remained indifferent to him. After they slept together Alex started to tell people they were dating, and Emily found it easier to go along than to tell people she had only wanted a one-night stand.
Emily found several advantages to having a boyfriend she found boring and tedious: they hardly went anywhere and didn't have other couples as close friends. They each lived separate lives, but would spend long hours in Alex's dorm room, mostly reading different things or doing homework. The sex was infrequent, and Emily found that she didn't enjoy it. For the last two months of their relationship she told Alex she was asexual. He accepted this with only occasional complaining.
In her junior year she took a physics class where the lab section was run by a research assistant named Raymond. He was charming, outgoing, athletic, outdoorsy, and passionate about his work. He was everything Emily wasn't. He was everything Alex wasn't.
Emily didn't know why Raymond took an interest in her, but she liked how she felt when he flirted with her and she visited him every time at office hours. One night she ran into him on the street, accepted his offer to get a drink, and ended the night in his bed. She had been drunk and she felt violated in the morning, but she still slept with him two more times. When Alex found out he didn't attend classes for two weeks. Emily never talked to Alex again.
Emily struggled to process her feelings about her relationship with Raymond. She felt like she hadn't wanted to sleep with him and didn't understand why she had. She dived deeply into feminist social theory and found it provided a useful lens to explain the decisions she made and didn't understand.
It was around this time that she first bleached and dyed her hair. She met a woman with bright green hair who compared it to the coloration of poisonous butterflies, saying that the bright colors were a warning to predators. Emily dyed her hair a bright blue, and would later change it to her signature pale lavender. She never felt like it was a warning, but found that it made her feel better about her appearance. She also liked the appreciative looks she would get, despite her social anxiety and desire to disappear.
After college Emily worked as an administrative assistant at an insurance office, found the work unfulfilling, and started applying to graduate schools. She attended a small university with a well-regarded program in library sciences in Boston's Fenway neighborhood. She obtained a Master's degree and began working as a research librarian at a larger private university in Boston's Fenway neighborhood.
In the last few weeks her life changed drastically, and this account of where she came from does little to explain where she ended up.
Fuckdoll didn't fully know where she came from.
Fuckdoll couldn't remember anything from longer than a year-and-a-half in the past. Her earliest memories were in Chicago, and the city had felt familiar at the time. She was sometimes overcome with an intense feeling of deja vu. On a few occasions she ran into people who appeared to recognize her. After each of these encounters she found herself unable to remember the person or any specifics of what they had talked about. She was relieved when she left Chicago for a series of cities she didn't know.
The essence of the cab driver's real question was this: how did Emily and Fuckdoll become the kind of girls who will seduce an unremarkable cab driver, have a threesome with him in a public place, and ask for nothing in return. Of course he had waived the fare for the ride, but they hadn't asked him to.
The answer to that question is centered on a man they only knew as Master.
After they met Master the women had started to change. Fuckdoll didn't have clear memories of the changes. She couldn't remember her old personality, and she couldn't remember how it felt as she was changing. Emily remembered the transition being very difficult. She would feel compelled to act in strange ways, which were usually sexual. At first she had felt disgusted by her own actions, but she had grown to love sex and attention from men. She felt intense pride at her ability to arouse and satisfy men. She still sometimes thought about the way her old self would have reacted to the way she behaved now, and it made her a bit sad every time.
Neither of them could remember anything about Master's physical appearance except vivid recollections of his cock, which they both found irresistible.
Fuckdoll remembered that he was clever and resourceful, but fickle. He usually traveled with two or three girls like Emily and Fuckdoll, but he would eventually tire of them and abandon them. She remembered a redheaded museum tour guide they met in St. Louis. After she met Master she turned into an airhead who was unable to function on her own. Master gave her the name Dumb Cunt. He abandoned her two months later at a truck stop outside of Austin with the instruction that she was to fuck every trucker who came through.
Fuckdoll had a growing concern that Master was growing tired of her. If he told her to stay behind she knew she would - she found it impossible to disobey any command from Master. He had already left her at The Crystal Palace, the strip club where she and Emily worked, with instructions to make money for him and wait for him to come back. She had no idea if or when he would come back, and she had no idea how she would keep him from abandoning her.
Emily knew almost nothing about Master by comparison. She knew that he was commanding and could see through any deceit. She knew that he had promised to meet her again on Saint Patrick's Day. She knew that he had left her with a list of specific things she had to do to prepare for their next meeting.
Master had commanded her to get her tongue pierced and she had. He had commanded her to get breast implants and she had. He had commanded her to train herself to perform oral sex using a dildo, and she performed a series of exercises he had outlined as often as she was able. He had commanded her to suck off twenty strangers, making them cum using only her mouth, and she was working on it. He had commanded her to get a set of butt plugs in an increasing series of diameters and to use them to stretch out her asshole, and she was doing that. He had commanded that after March first she start fucking her own ass with the dildo. She was to alternate ass fucking with blowjob training, not cleaning the dildo in between. She was nervous and excited to start. Finally he had commanded that she save her anal virginity for him. So far four different men had fucked Emily's ass, and she didn't know how to make things right.
Emily had a growing concern when she heard Fuckdoll speak about how Master had acted with other women. Apparently, Fuckdoll didn't know of another time when Master had given someone instructions and then left her to her own devices. When he found a new girl he would usually keep her close and fuck her constantly at first. Emily didn't know what it meant that he was doing something different with her.
*****
Fuckdoll held Emily's head tightly by a fistful of hair, applying pressure to keep her face turned slightly upward. With her other hand she was jerking off a line cook. "Come on, give this slut what she needs," Fuckdoll encouraged him.
Emily had been sitting on her feet with her tongue out for several minutes now, and her dry mouth and stretched jaw were feeling uncomfortable.
She put her tongue in her mouth and begged, "cum for me, Daddy," before sticking it back out.
