A wad of cash and a handful of spent ammunition spilled out of the open bag and onto the aging couch. Quad stooped down and snatched up the cash.
"Do the fucking zip all the way up, you idiots!" He grunted, the three others largely ignoring him. Their spirits were too high after their profitable extra-curricular adventures that evening. Drunk on a combination of success and cheap beer they bundled into the safehouse and began to unload the spoils.
Sep took his bags to the run-down kitchen and turned on the tap, causing the plumbing to rattle loudly in the walls.
"This is some shitty place, Quin." He called back to one of the others. "Why the fuck did you have to book it? When can we go to the Ritz on Central Park?"
"Fuck you." Quin shot back. "We're here one night and I don't want to hear shit from you bastards. Job's done, let's celebrate and then get the fuck out of here. Gimme one of them beers."
He caught the can easily. It spat in a fizz as Quin took the first big slurp. Ock went into the bedroom to finish his sweep of the place.
"Look," Quin continued, slurping again. "We're here cause it's close, it's cheap, and it--" Ock cut him off, yelling from the other room.
"It's got a doll!" He laughed, a harsh bursting noise. "Eh you guys there's a fucking doll in the wardrobe here."
"No shit..." Quad muttered. "Let me see her." He marched over to the bedroom and stood in front of the open wardrobe.
The other two followed him in, sipping their drinks.
"No shit indeed. That's a good one." Sep said, nodded as he looked her up and down. Her head just reached his chin as she hung in the "standby" position. The thick leather collar around her neck was stamped with a serial number. It clicked into a holder that would keep her upright if her legs failed.
"Pull her down, I wanna see the hardware." Quad said.
They unlatched her from the hanger, maneuvering her over to the edge of the bed. She sat easily, holding her weight and balance with perfect precision. The doll was a popular model, but not the sort of thing you just stumbled across in a random apartment. Someone was going to miss it, that's for sure.
Apart from the collar she was naked, the pale white of her skin even brighter against the stained yellow sheets on the mattress she sat on. Her hair was light, long enough to grab a fistful of, but not long enough to get caught in tangles.
Ock stepped forward and ran his hand down her thigh.
"Oh shit, she's smooth." he said. "I've always wanted to see one close up... What do you think her name is?
"Who gives a shit?" Quad shrugged. "She's a whore. Here, help me lay her down."
"No, wait." Quin snapped. "I know these girls. Let's see if she's on first. Girlie? Doll, can you hear me?" He moved in close, the beer on his breath thick as he leaned his face down to her. She had a blank expression, her lips just opened.
"If you can hear me, get on the bed in the Play position and prepare for an Inspection."
The other men watched transfixed as she slowly turned, moving up to the head of the bed. She bent over and fell forward, first onto all-fours and then all the way down so that her face was pressed into the filthy bed. Reaching back with both hands she spread herself wide open, showing off her firm, round ass and smooth snatch.
"Hey, what else can you make her do, Quin?" One of them laughed.
Quin climbed up onto the bed and moved closer to the doll, approaching her exposed body. The oldest of the group was still nimble enough to move easily over the mattress, though it squeaked under his weight and caused her to shift position. Even with the disruption she kept closely to the pose she had been directed to hold.
He squeezed either side of her hips, testing her firmness with his large, grimy hands. He looked so dirty next to her flawless pink skin. Repositioning, he leaned his face in close to her exposed slit and breathed in deeply. The other three men watched in anticipation, all imagining what they were going to do with such a high-quality doll.
Quin closed his eyes, holding his breath. She was perfect, and had the slightly musky huff of clean sweat and honest arousal. The scent she gave off ricocheted inside him. Some dolls he'd used felt like hollow and lifeless sacks, closer to mannequins than partners. But this one was the real deal, clearly top of the line. That scent wasn't cheap, or easy to pull off.
"Yep. She's premium, boys... Right," Quinn snapped, shaking his head and trying to clear some of the images flashing through his mind. "Now I found this place, so I'm going first. I don't care if you watch, but I want to break her in first before you goons start shoving anything and everything in her." He pointed at Sep and Quad one at a time.
There was a grumble from the others, but nobody moved to intervene. Over his shoulder Quinn saw one of them drain their beer and leave the room. He slapped the doll sharply on the ass and heaved himself off the bed, his hands snaking down to his pants.
"Doll, turn around, get on your knees and open up that pretty mouth." He demanded, unzipping the last of his fly and yanking out his hardening cock. Her arms dropped down, and slowly she spun herself around and kneeled into position. Her mouth hung open in an almost perfect 'o' shape.
"Always start with the mouth..." he said to no one in particular. The others watched, eager now to see their leader test out another doll's throat. With a rough shove he held the sides of her head and pressed his cock into her waiting mouth. Pumping hard, he quickly hit the back of her throat, immediately enjoying her warm and wet tightness on the end of his shaft. The doll didn't speak out or gasp in surprise. Her eyes didn't water or cry at all as more of Quin's cock stiffened to rock-hard in her face.
Finding his rhythm he settled into a long, deep stroke. She shifted her weight a little to make sure her mouth stayed right where he wanted it, always straining to hear for his commands as he grunted and huffed over her. The bed groaned underneath them as he mercilessly slammed into her mouth.
"Doll, suck, me, hard." He managed to spit out between his heavy breaths.
"She can't fucking hear you, dummy. Move your hands off her ears." Sep laughed at him. He was naked now, his heavy jacket and clothes kicked over to a pile in the corner. His long, thin dick stood out hard, pointing to the doll like a divining rod.
Quin cursed and moved his hands off her ears. Again he commanded her to "suck me hard".
