Avalanche Of Se*xual Adventures.

Drunk In Lust::Ep3

I did a lot of research on the manufacturer of the doll. I learned about the options that could be customized. Eye color, hair color and length, skin tone, even nail polish. Darren had opted for the French manicure for Claire. Then there were n****e type and pubic hair options. That last one was one of the reasons I was dragging my feet. Claire had a patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair, and I had been waxed recently. I finally realized that I wasn't going to be able to hold out for the time it took to grow my pubes, so I added that to my list of things to talk to Oscar about.

Oscar is good friend and make-up artist, and twisted enough himself to 'help a girl out' when she wants to role-play with her partner. That is how I explained my diabolic plan; as 'role-play,' and Oscar was on board. I set up an appointment for him to bring his kit to my studio Thursday morning.

I found a red-haired straight bob on sss, along with a ridiculously short denim skirt, tube socks, and black Converses. I already owned a pink lacy thong and a white ribbed tank top, which I cut off to barely cover my boobs. I even cut the back and duct-taped it back together. When I had everything I needed, I emailed Darren and told him Claire was ready and he could pick her up Thursday. I told him to make sure he had some time to spare and didn't have to rush off, because I "wanted to go over some things" with him. Of course he agreed.

Meanwhile, there was a song I couldn't get out of my head by Iggy and the Stooges. "I Wanna Be Your Dog," morphed into "I Wanna Be Your Doll."

Thursday morning I was nervous. Sure, I could have just flirted with Darren and tried to seduce him, but that wasn't what I wanted. I needed to be clear about my intentions and not get into anything beyond the specific idea I had in mind. I figured the direct approach would work. He would either reject my offer and I would never have to see him again, or he could accept and...

Oscar did an amazing job on my make-up after studying the photo of Claire's face. I didn't show him the actual doll because I'd promised Darren to keep it a secret. Oscar used a spray to cover my tattoos, and helped me get the green contacts in. "Girl, I've never seen you with fake nails. I thought they interfered with your work."

"That's why I used press-on instead of acrylic. It is just for one day." I explained.

When he was all done, Oscar stood back to look at me and admire his handiwork. "Girrrrrl, you are oozing slutty s*x appeal!" And that was without the outfit.

After Oscar left, I put on the wig and the clothes, then went over to have a little talk with Claire. I know, I was bordering on creepy here, but...I just wanted to get her blessing to 'borrow' her man with the contingency that I wouldn't keep him. I did fix her broken back and torn anus. The least she could do was loan me that hot nerd for just one day.

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The roll-up door rattled at the sound of a knock. Oh god, he was early.

He didn't recognize me at first, but I watched his face register what was going on. His expression blew right through horror, to confusion, and then settled on anger. "Is this your idea of a joke? I trusted you and you're making fun of me?" He looked around the room, like he was scanning for something. "I better not be on a reality show, Lisa. I'll f*****g kill you, I swear!"

"It's not a joke, Darren. You aren't on any show, I promise."

"Then you're just mocking me for your own personal enjoyment? Where's Claire? Did you f**k with her?"

"No, Darren, Claire's fine. In fact, she's better than fine."

My tone seemed to relax him slightly. "Why are you dressed like her?" He didn't sound hostile anymore, just guarded. "Did you cut your hair?"

"Maybe." I didn't want to tell him it was a wig.

"Why did you do this?" Now he wore an expression of sadness, and it tore me up. He really didn't get it.

"Don't you understand, Darren? I'm trying to turn you on."

He stared at me like I might be pulling some kind of con. "What?"

His posture softened - but not like he'd relaxed. More like ... weariness. I suddenly got the feeling that he had endured a lot of teasing in the past - that I shouldn't f**k with this guy. Well, I definitely should f**k with him, but not with his mind. Since he couldn't figure it out on his own, I needed to be blunt.

"The way you talked about Claire and what you like to do to her really turned me on. A lot. I can't stop thinking about it, picturing it. Darren, I'm totally serious about this: I want to role-play for you. As Claire."

He kept staring, and I got more and more nervous that I might be looking at rejection here ... until my eyes fell on the bulge in his pants.

Erection or not, though, I guess it was still a challenge for him to accept what I was saying, because the next words out of his mouth were, "Really? Lisa, why? You've got to have lots of guys after you. Man, if you went outside dressed like that..."

"I don't want lots of guys. I want someone to want treat me like you treat Claire. I want to be...used. But in the loving tender way that you behave with Claire."

"I'm not always gentle with her," he warned. But a grin came over his face too.

"Well...I was actually hoping that would be the case."

His gaze changed, tightened, turned observant along with its disbelief. "You took out your nose ring."