Mannequin Dreams 3: Ambition


As Rachel arrived at the warehouse, Jasper waved her over to the molecular transducer. Caitlin’s red-headed, nude mannequin stood nearby. Rachel smiled at her CTO as she approached.

“Hey Jasper. What’s up?”

“A research breakthrough!” he replied, rubbing his hands together.

“Oh? And what’s that?”

“I’ll show you!”

Jasper carried Caitlin over to a metal table with a laser device pointing downward above it. He laid Caitlin on the table and then pulled a tablet from the chest pocket of his lab coat.

“Check this out,” he said with a grin before tapping on the tablet.

The barrel of the laser moved into position over Caitlin’s upper left thigh. Then it switched on and swept across her plastic flesh, severing her leg completely.

Rachel recoiled in horror. “Holy fucking shit, Jasper! You sliced off her fucking leg!”

“Yes, I know. Watch this.”

Robotic arms picked up Caitlin’s leg and installed four plastic clips on the inside edge and four matching plastic pieces inside her pelvis. As the arms withdrew, Jasper took hold of the leg and popped it back into place. The clips held it securely. Then he stood Caitlin up and stepped back.

“Perfect, isn’t she?”

Rachel rolled her eyes. “Sure, aside from the fact she’ll be an amputee when you restore her.”

“On the contrary,” Jasper replied, “she’ll be quite intact.”

He picked up Caitlin and set her down in front of the transducer. Then he tapped on his tablet and waited. The laser fired and ten seconds later, Caitlin stretched and looked at them, noting Rachel’s wide eyes.

“Hey, Rachel. Everything all right?”

Rachel shook her head. “But he sliced off your leg! I watched it. And now you’re fine?”

“Yeah, totally.” Caitlin shook her left leg. “See? Good as new!”

“Holy shit!” Rachel exclaimed.

“If you think that’s amazing,” Jasper began, “check this out.” He turned to Caitlin. “Ready?”

The nude woman flashed a thumbs-up and struck a pose. Jasper fired the transducer. Ten seconds later, Caitlin was a mannequin again. Jasper carried her over and set her on the table before tapping his tablet.

The cutting laser moved into position, made a cut, moved again, made another cut, and continued slicing Caitlin into more and more pieces before installing the connecting hardware. Then it returned to its starting position and switched off.

Caitlin lay on the table in nine pieces: two feet, two legs, two arms, her pelvis, her torso, and her head. Jasper pulled a cardboard box from under the table and packed the pieces inside. Then he taped it shut and turned to Rachel.

“Voila,” he said with a grin.

Rachel was speechless. She just stared at the box. Finally, she noticed a shipping label already attached.

“Oh, that address is a new customer, Boudoir Bliss. They’re a six-hour drive from here.”

“Precisely,” Jasper replied. “I decided shipping Caitlin would be more practical than having you drive there. You’re welcome.”

“Umm, yeah, thanks. I’m still in disbelief, to be honest. This changes everything. We can ship mannequins worldwide in medium-sized boxes. You’re a genius, Jasper!”

“I’m not sure I’d go that far, but thanks.”

“Well,” said Rachel, “I need to get on the phone with some lingerie shops further away. QuinTek’s global domination is about to begin!”

Rachel embarked on a whirlwind tour, visiting dozens of lingerie shops and adding most of them as customers. When she returned, though, she found the warehouse empty. The transducer, the cutting table, all the supporting technology, and everything else were gone along with Jasper.

“Son of a—” Rachel began, but her phone buzzed. It was a text message from Jasper.

Hey, Rachel. You may be confused right now, but all will be revealed shortly. Come to 3742 Industry Rd. I’ll explain everything.

“Sure, dude,” Rachel muttered. “Whatever.”

Leaving the empty warehouse behind, she got in her car and headed across town.

The address Jasper gave her was an impressive three-story building—especially compared to the rundown and now empty warehouse. Jasper was waiting for Rachel when she pulled up in front. He gestured to the mirrored glass exterior behind him.

“What do you think? Pretty impressive, eh?”

Rachel nodded. “Yeah, no kidding. Hey, a heads-up would have been nice, you know?”

Jasper offered a sheepish grin. “Yeah, I know, but I wanted to surprise you.”

“Well, I’m certainly surprised. Want to show me the inside?”

“Absolutely! Right this way!”

Jasper led Rachel to the front entrance and held open the door. Inside was a medium-sized lobby with marble floors and a mahogany reception desk flanked by four mannequins in lingerie. A smiling young woman sat at the desk.

“You must be Rachel! I’ve heard so much about you.”

Rachel nodded. “And you are?”

“I’m Sarah!” She gestured to the mannequins on either side of the desk. “Would you like me to introduce you to our Lingerie Ambassadors?”

Rachel raised an eyebrow. “Sure, why not? Go for it.”

“Awesome! Starting on the left, we have Divya from India in a stunning red camisole. Next to her is Gabriela from Peru, wearing a sexy emerald green babydoll with matching g-string panties. Then we have Evi from the Netherlands sporting a flirty blue teddy. Last but certainly not least is Nailah from Egypt in an elegant black negligee with nothing underneath.”

“Thank you, Sarah.” Rachel turned to Jasper. “Why aren’t these mannequins on assignment?”

“Oh, they’ll be shipped out this evening and replaced by a new quartet for display tomorrow. Sarah thought showcasing our product when visitors enter the building would be a good idea.”

“I see.” Rachel turned back to Sarah. “I like it. Good work.”

Sarah exhaled the breath she’d been holding. “I’m so glad you like them! Well, let me know if you need anything.”

Jasper nodded. “We’ll do that, Sarah. Thank you.”

He led Rachel past the desk, through a large oak door, and up a flight of stairs. Jasper ushered her into what appeared to be a mad scientist’s lab. Racks of servers, lasers, and molecular transducers in various states of disassembly lay strewn about the large room.

“Let me guess,” said Rachel with a grin. “This is your domain.”

“Indeed it is,” Jasper replied, rubbing his hands together. “I’ll give you a tour of the lab another time. There’s something else I want to show you today. Come on.”

Jasper led Rachel back into the stairwell and up another flight. The third floor held the trappings of a modern workplace: three conference rooms, a break area with an impressive-looking espresso machine, restrooms, and six private offices along the far wall. Jasper pointed to the office on the far left.

“That one’s yours.”

Rachel nodded and went to check it out with Jasper trailing behind her. The office was spacious, with a large oak desk, a small six-person conference table with black leather chairs, and a separate seating area with dark brown suede couches. The entire length of the far wall was covered with green floor-to-ceiling drapes.

“What’s back there?” Rachel inquired.

Jasper grinned. “I’m so glad you asked.”

He pushed a button on the desk and the drapes glided open. What lay behind them took Rachel’s breath away.

Her office overlooked the main production floor. Half the size of a football field with thirty-foot ceilings, it was cavernous. The sheer capacity of the space only occupied Rachel’s mind for a moment as her attention was quickly drawn to what lay just below her window.

Facing one wall stood two molecular transducers, with a line of nude women waiting patiently in front of each one. In the nearest queue, the woman at the front stepped forward and struck a pose. The transducer fired and rendered her body in plastic. A robot rolled up, grabbed the mannequin by the waist, and carried her past the transducer to a metal table.

A laser above the table carefully cut her plastic body into nine pieces before robotic arms affixed the connecting hardware. Then, a paddle swept the pieces into a cardboard box at the far end of the table. The box sat on a motorized sled that rolled over to a packing station where more robotic arms closed the box, taped it shut, and slapped a shipping label on it. Finally, the sled whisked it to a loading dock and into a waiting truck.

Altogether, 120 naked women waited patiently to become mannequins.

“Damn!” Rachel exclaimed.

“Do you like it?” asked Jasper with a grin.

“Like it?” Rachel tore her eyes from the sexy scene and turned to Jasper. “I fucking love it! We can produce mannequins on an industrial scale now. With the supply side solved, we can truly go global!”

“Precisely!” Jasper replied. “Each processing line can convert thirty women per hour into mannequins. With two processing lines running ten hours a day, our daily output is 600 mannequins.”

Rachel nodded. “And most lingerie shops request a dozen mannequins for thirty-day terms, so our current monthly output provides enough inventory for 1,500 shops.” She paused. “How many processing lines can we fit in here?”

“The available floor space can accommodate ten processing lines. At thirty women per hour per line, we’re looking at a total daily output of 3,000 mannequins. We’d need a fleet of buses running nonstop between here and the airport to transport all those lovely ladies, but it’d work.”

Rachel whistled. “Now, that would be impressive.”

Jasper shrugged. “The only remaining challenge is sourcing enough models for this.” He gestured to the nude women on the processing floor. “It was hard enough to find the 120 we have here.”

Rachel smiled. “Leave that to me. I have a way with the ladies, plus the perfect recruiting pitch. This place will be jam-packed with naked women before you know it.”

“Excellent!” exclaimed Jasper. “In the meantime, we’ll convert and ship these ladies and then handle the rest as they arrive.”

“Sounds good.”

The two unlikely business partners turned to watch the choreographed dance of gleaming metal, bare flesh, and smooth plastic playing out below them. It was truly mesmerizing.

Copyright 2023 Olivia Quinn

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Story notes

Disassembling the mannequins is quite practical in several ways, but it is also a bit indulgent for me personally. Not only do I fantasize about becoming a mannequin, but I imagine being cut into pieces, packed, shipped, and reassembled for display. I also have a thing for industrializing transformations, so QuinTek just had to move to a larger building that could accommodate ten processing lines.

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Olivia Zoe Quinn lives in Ohio with her dog and two cats, who mostly get along. She is pursuing her BA in Creative Writing while working part-time in a lingerie shop. She may be found after hours standing motionless among the mannequins. Olivia is the Editor-in-Chief of Stone Cold Stories and an Associate Editor at Rock Hard Press and GAZMYK Magazine. Olivia is the author of the upcoming sci-fi erotica novel, StoneSport Chronicles: Volume 1, due out in the fall of 2024.

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