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Dollbreaker Arc Part 2 - Life at PIE

The touch of cold metallic fingers jolted her awake. She looked up groggily at a black carapace face, quartz blue eyes still managing to convey a look of concern. LED lights made a facsimile of raised eyebrows. Mia supposed that Bob’s makers had added the feature just for that purpose.

“Don’t mind me, Ms. Richards. I’m just assisting you to the med chamber.”

Bob’s hands slid under her neck and blow her knees and he eased her off the bed. He avoided jostling her arm as best he could, although sparks of pain still danced along her arm as he carried her to the med room. Still, she would take Bob any day of the week over another one of those damned creeps putting their hands on her. Over the last month there had been nothing but bad luck. This would be the third time this month she needed to spend time in a med pod.

“Ron?” she asked as her carried her.

“I have relayed Mr. Belchick’s locations to the authorities. They should pick him up directly.”

Mia wouldn’t bet on it. No one really cared if someone roughed up a doll. He’d get a ticket at most. It wasn’t that she didn’t see any decent men, but Bob was the only one who was consistent and he was a fucking robot. Women had better manners. And the men who treated her well were far fewer and father between than she would have liked.

Bob’s footsteps were muffled by the carpeted floor as he carried her down the hall to the med room. Neon letter spelled out the word PIE in the dim, purple tinted light of the corridor. Along the wall on either side of the word were images of PIE’s employees, along with their assigned weekly roles.

They passed by Donna’s first. The word Queen flashed above her video, a quick 6 second clip of her cracking a whip. In tight leathers with a mocking smile, she fit the role well. Donna worked the Dom role this week, and Mia still wondered how she fit that seventy-kilogram form into the leathers. Still, she wasn’t about to argue with her about the role. She had seen the rest of the vid. The woman wielded a whip like Indiana Jones himself. Certainly better than Mia ever could.

She passed by her own image next. The words Princess, the weekly designated sub roll, flashed underneath her head shot. Dark curly hair and large purple eyes inside a slim face. The other women teased her a little for being camera shy, but why would she? The main thing Princess customers looked for was vulnerability and weakness. And all you needed for that was the right look. But that was also one of the reasons she hated working sub week. Lots of customers were responsible. But the problems came when she got one that wasn’t. And chances were a lot higher that you’d get a fella like that if you were working sub week.

PIE had six employees altogether. Three men and three women. Linna was assigned cosplay this week, the lucky woman. That was her favourite. The men working PIE had roles mirroring the woman. Terry’s full suited bod adorned the King Dom poster. Mia snorted as Bob passed it. The man even had a gentleman’s cane. The things some women liked. . .

Jet, the weekly sub, also went with the vulnerable look. He just preferred to do it with rope. Mia knew because she had tied him up right before the shot. It worked too. . .the man got more business than ANY of them that week. Finally, the last vid showed Brian, dressed like a police officer. Some kinks never changed.

Bob stopped and waited at the end of the hall. Mia shifted herself in his arms as a door marked with the words Medical slid open.

“Are you alright, Ms. Richards?” Bob asked.

“I’ll be fine, Bob,” she said as he carried her to an empty pod. Another hiss as this one opened and Bob lowered her into it.

“That is good,” he said. “You must recover quickly, now. You don’t have much time left.”

“Time for what, Bob? I don’t have any more appointments today, do I?”

Bob’s quartz eyes fluttered from blue to pink and back again. His movements became jerky and erratic. She wanted to check on him, but the door to her pod already closed and the stasis fluid slowly seeped in. His eyes met hers on the other side of the glass window.

“You must hurry, Ms. Richards. You have things to do. . .Im-im-important things to do. Please get better soon.”

“She needed to take Bob for a checkup soon. He never went on the fritz like that before. As the fluid rose her to her waist, she called up her schedule. The pod would be working for a while. Might as well see what Bob was talking about while it did.

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