The Klub

Have you heard the rumors? A place where the elite like yourself can network, party, dine, party, and have your every desires fulfilled by men, women, or both at the same time. There is either a monthly or yearly fee. The fee is for membership and entry in one of our dozen locations world wide year round. All services food, drink, or otherwise must be paid by cash, credit, or electronically. Tips are welcome for exceptional service. Click here to join. Click back to return to homepage.

"Hey darlin' and this is for you" said the short fat man in a grey suit in a cowboy hat. He passed his server a thick wad of $100 American. His wife had already used his black AMX to pay for the meal. "What kind of name is Aoifa?" He asked reading the name tag sticker stuck on her breast just above her areola.

"It means beautiful in my country" she said with a smile. Aoifa was five foot four inches with an olive skin tone, almond shaped eyes. Her dark hair was styled with threads of gold. Her makeup was perfect and the lotion on her skin had fleets of gold. She wore only a gold thong bikini bottom. Aoifa thanked the man and his wife then left with the payment receipt and tip a walked to the room next to the entrance.

As she entered the room, all emotions drain from her. She put the receipt into one box and the cash into a separate one. She walked to where some of the other dolls stood motionless and waited for instructions.

"Are you poor? Out of work? Do you need help? A job? Do you need experience but you need a job to get experience? We can help. We pay well above the minimum wage in your country, district, and or area. Fill out our application and if approved you will be contacted about orientation. Click here to apply? Click here to return to home page"

3 months ago:

Aoifa was a college student. The devout Muslim woman needed a job to off set her expenses. She could serve coffee, it didn't sound hard. She applied and 4 days later she was hired and given an address to report for orientation.

Aoifa took a train and a bus to the next town over. The orientation was in an empty store in a strip mall. There were empty busses parked outside in the lot. As she entered, there was 5 desks with lines in front of them. Behind stood a movie screen with a number of chairs set up in front of them.

When Aoifa finally reached the front of her line, she checked in. The woman at the desk was mid thirties with shoulder length wavy brown hair. She wore a white button up blouse, a black knee length skirt, and a string of pearls. Her name tag said "Luna, quality control manager". She checked Aoifa in quickly and asked if there were any questions before the orientation starts. "Am I able to wear my hijab and long sleeve shirts under my uniform. I need to preserve my modesty" she asked shyly.

Luna smiled "of course you can. We welcome anyone from all faiths and creeds. We have many location in your neck of the woods." She said her British accent on display. "Please turn off your phone and find your seat" and Aoifa walked in and found her seat. The chairs were arranged in rows with a lock box attached to the chair in front.

There were people of every size, weight, gender, and skin color. People sat with their spouse, their siblings, their friends, or just random strangers. It seemed everyone in this economy needed an easy good paying job. Aoifa noticed a couple of girls from her dorm that had been teasing and outright bullied her.

The lights dimmed and a video started to play. Aoifa watched the movie. Slowly the world around her faded away until only 2 thoughts remained, do what you are told and nothing else mattered.

The movie stoped and not a sound could be heard. The audience sat entranced staring ahead.

Luna stepped on stage with 3 other women. "Put your cell phones in the box in front of you, strip naked, then come to the stage." The audience did as instructed. Luna formed 3 lines. Men on the left, women on the right, she had a couple of cis-women stand in the center.

Jin a short thin Japanese woman took pictures of head, chest, and crotch. She then past the memory stick to a tall blonde Australian woman Melanie. Melanie took the memory stick to Amy a plump brunette Canadian woman who entered them into the database. After entering the prospect Amy printed out a sticker with a bar code and returned it to Mel who affixed it to the prospect.

Luna walked with Jun judging the prospect's bodies typing notes on her tablet. Often taking measurements. If someone failed her scrutiny they were removed from the group and returned to get dressed and return to their lives without memory of the ordeal. The groups were limited to 5 or 6 people per group at a time. The process took 20 minutes per group.

Luna looked at Aoifa standing mindless and nude. A few minutes ago Aoifa was worried about showing her hair at the Klub. Now she stood nude without a care in the world or a thought in her empty head. A few feet away the blonde bully from Aoifa's dorm mirrored the same empty headed state.

"Hey Lu give me a hand?" Said Jun. Luna turned to see Melanie and Jun unbraiding an Indian woman's hair. The woman was in her late twenties, her now thick unbraided hair cascaded down her back and covered her well proportioned breasts. The only makeup she wore was her painted nails and her bindi. "Married?" Jun asked taking a picture of the woman's face noticing her bindi. "Not anymore" said Melanie and the 3 women laughted, well 2 laughed. Luna just smiled at the levity.

"Ok, you ladies follow the light on the floor and take a seat on the bus, Next group." Luna said. Aoifa and the other 3 prospects followed instructions.

Aoifa and the other prospects arrived at one of the busses and were taken to their seats. An awaiting tech buckled the prospects into their seats and put ear buds into each of their ears. Most of this bus was already filled. Other prospects slept buckled in their seats listening to the ear buds.

The ear buds played soothing music that indoctrinated the prospect. The music stripped them of ideas of self, identity, and all their memories leaving them as mindless as a toaster. The only thought was to obey and serve. They knew their names but that was about it. They could pretend to act like a person if told to but in fact they were closer to being human shaped robots.

Their needs were few and basic, primarily food and sleep, which were provided to them in an efficient and precise manner.

The busses arrived at a processing facility converted from an old hotel. The prospects were given vasectomies or had their tubes tied. No dolls would get pregnant and nobody would get pregnant from a doll. Each doll was sent to hair and makeup and given training on how to upkeep their looks. They were shaved bare both the men and the women. They were given waitstaff training and trained to use every sexual position. The final training was self defense in the very rare occasion they needed to stop a client trying harm themselves or the dolls. Violence was revoke membership without refund.

The Klub was a safe space for everyone involved. It was an extravagant playground that fulfilled fantasies. The key to the Klub's success lay in its commitment to confidentiality, safety, and consent.

During a shift change, the day staff will switch out with the night staff. The dolls exiting through marked doors that led to the basement. The dolls showered, then ate in a dining room, eating in silence, and finally retiring to their bunk bed for rest.

The dolls would rise 2 hours before their shift. Eat a small meal. Shower. Report to hair and makeup. Wardrobe. Then switch out with the previous shift all in perfect sync. All like clockwork. No words, no fuss, no deviation.

Just another day at the Klub.