Companions in Playtime: Chapter 2
Someone's ringing at Playtime Companions' reception desk.
"Hi, Playtime Companions. Heidi here!"
A voice shivers on the other line.
"Hi... I... umm... my name's Seth... I... umm... I'm at the... Mandalay Bay? umm..."
Heidi grins to herself. This seems like a novice first-time caller.
"Alright... yes. Do you need some companionship tonight?"
"ummm... uhh... yup"
"Sounds cool! And is there any lady you're interested in tonight? Let me check our options. We have Christy, Lexi, Bella..."
The guy on the other end stops her. "Kayla. What about the eighteen-year-old blonde? Kayla."
Heidi's eyebrows lift. I wonder if Dennis updated the website now. Kayla is now ready for hiring, it seems!
Heidi Hoffman is a former escort who now operates as the wife of Playtime Companions' owner and handles crucial roles at the company. Previously a top escort in Vegas, she got married to her previous pimp, Dennis Hoffman. Whereas Dennis is the owner and CEO of Playtime Companions, Heidi is its sturdy supporter.
As a former escort, Dennis acknowledged Heidi's unique understanding of the sex trade as he, being a man, can't grasp it as thoroughly. Her years of experience, intelligence, and business skills allowed them to elevate their escort company. They evolve their agency from a sleazy prostitution ring to a competent entertainment firm.
Heidi managed all the client interactions, bookings, and sourced talent for the company. Plus, she tutored the ladies on how to excel at the craft of pleasing men. Essentially, Dennis relied on her as a matronly coach and guide to his agency's fresh blood.
After finishing the conversation, she knocks on Dennis's office door.
Dennis Hoffman's office
Dennis was browsing the latest updates to his website. The original brothel proprietor-turned online escort supervisor, Dennis Hoffman owned and directed Playtime Companions. At six-foot-four, bald, and a couple pounds overweight, he dressed in overtly colorful Hawaiian shirts. He was adorned with a lot of gold jewelry and had a loud and self-assured presence, so he was undoubtedly the head honcho.
Dennis cultivated quite an esteemed escort roster through the years, consisting of various hair colors, body types, and personal styles. As he grew to be the boss of Las Vegas' prostitution scene, he capitalized on his advertising brilliance. He understood men's desires and came up with enticing nicknames for each of his ladies, matching them with their uniqueness.
For example, Tori wasn't just a "leggy brunette," she was "your runway model."
Christy wasn't just a "tattooed brunette," she was "your trashy streetwalker."
Vanessa wasn't merely a "Mexican escort," she was "your Latina housekeeper."
However, this approach was what distinguished him from regular, high-volume Las Vegas escort services and they became known as a premium fantasy service provider.
In return, he groomed each of his girls to be nothing less than remarkable, attaining top clients - financiers, casino executives, and athletes. All of these high-rolling clients were ready to pay a premium, and he prepared his ladies to offer them the best service in exchange.
His status in the adult entertainment world earned him spots on popular vegas podcasts. Dennis sneered as he played back his recent morning interview, blowing up on social platforms.
Podcast host: "Yo, whassup? Whassup, ya'll! It's your boy Sway, and I've got my guy next to me... my brother from another mother... the biggest pimp I know, the OWNER, the CEO, the BOSS DADDY of Playtime Companion Escorts... give it up for the one and only Dennis Hoffman, ladies and gents, Dennis Hoffman!
"So, Dennis... my man..., what's your secret to success?" [
Dennis: "Haha, thank you for inviting me on your show. Our business succeeds because we cater to what men want. It's simple, fun, and straightforward. At the end of the day, women are meant to be enjoyable, and sex is meant to be enjoyable too. Many men are lacking this excitement in their lives."
Host: "Yep, they really want to pee on someone, or blow farts into butts!"
Dennis: "I love this enthusiasm! Men, especially in the US, have had the same challenges over and over. Long working hours, 12 to 14 hours a day, coming home to a nagging wife, or getting involved in a marriage where both partners want to be 'equal'. Most guys don't want that, do they?"
Host: "Nope!"
Dennis: "Or imagine a situation where a guy meets someone else at work, has a fling, and then his wife finds out. The result? A messy, unpleasant divorce, and she takes half of his money!"
Host: "Oh, no way!"
Dennis: "And being single is even more difficult! Back in the day, people used to meet their partners at work. Now, there are so many feminists and workplace sensitivity training... "
Host: "And all that B.S!"
Dennis: "You're about to get me cancelled! However, the truth is, we provide a service for men to be men once again. These are successful men, and they know what they want. They're flying into Vegas in their private jets. This is big business! And we only hire the best."
Host: "Where men can feel like men again, no strings attached, and it's all clean."
Dennis: "Absolutely. And every man is unique. What appeals to one guy may not appeal to another. Our girls need to find that out quickly and provide what he desires."
Host: "Yes, hell yeah!"
Dennis: "Right? And the key to huge success in this industry is the girls who can make these men fall in love with them. That's where the real money is."
Host: "So, in a nutshell, if you book one of your Playtime Companions, there's no risk of any feminists coming into your life and causing problems, right?"
Dennis: "You got it! No feminists here! We call it the "Playtime Guarantee"!"
Host: "Alright, finally. You have all these beautiful women working for you. Learning from you. You are their mentor and father figure, and you're obviously knewing your stuff. You can't tell me there's no flirting or anything going on in your business. Precisely how many women have you loved?"
Dennis Hoffman laughed. It was a regular question he got. Being surrounded by gorgeous girls 24/7 had its perks.
Dennis: "Hehehehe... cannot reveal that! But imagine if the CEO of Domino's had a few pepperoni pizzas, or if the CEO of BMW had a few test drives..." He said, winking and nodding, providing just a hint of his personal life.
Host: "You've tried that merchandise!"
Dennis: "Tested the merchandise. Exactly, exactly. Just a bit of quality assurance!"
Host: "Your man D.H., the leader in this game! You ain't playing any games!"
Dennis: "Right here, ladies and gentlemen. Enjoy the show!"
Dennis smiled to himself as he thought about the situation. In his own private office, he was focusing on his business, going over the website, and analyzing his podcast appearances, all while keeping his *lodged in the throat of the newest starlet. He looked down and saw the kneeling blonde under his desk, moving her lips up and down his *** as he worked.
Her name was Kayla. With a height of 5'5'' and a slender figure of 34-22-36, Kayla was his brand new plaything. At only 18 years old, the former cheerleader from the Midwest was now part of the Playtime Companions lineup.
This young lady had dreamy feminine features, like sparkling blue eyes, long lashes, a cute nose, sensual lips, and a naturally playful smile.
Dennis grinned, "What a perfect little blowjob face..."
Kayla gazed up at him through her long, curled eyelashes. "Am I doing a good job? Yeah?" She asked, sticking out her tongue as she continued her efforts. "Am I a good blowjob girl for you?"
Dennis laughed, "You're a fast learner, aren't you, my little sex doll?"
With one hand on Kayla's head bobbing under his desk and his other hand on the mouse of his computer, Dennis finished reviewing the recent changes to the Playtime Companions website. Kayla's profile had just gone live that very day, making her available for booking.
Dennis understood what made her so appealing: Kayla's main selling point. He instructed the web development team to encircle her pictures with a Mattel Barbie doll box-like graphic, marketing her as a literal living, breathing toy doll.
"Hmm, those tech nerds did a nice job with this..." he thought to himself, "I should send Christy and Bonnie over for a thank you blowjob. After all, they're my most experienced prostitutes."
He looked back down at Kayla, "Kayla, look at this! Your profile is online!"
Grabbing a handful of Kayla's blonde hair, he pulled her up. He transferred her to his lap, touching her up the skirt.
"Oh Daddy! Stop it! You're such a bad daddy, Dennis!!" Kayla teased back, pulling her skirt back down. This drew a masculine chuckle from the man named Dennis Hoffman.
It had only been two months since he first met Kayla in a high school cheerleading competition. After a swift first date, Dennis had invited her to Las Vegas, starting her training to become his next high-earning sex kitten. Being picked by someone as influential as Dennis was an offer she couldn't resist. Her private jet ride was a one-of-a-kind experience, and hearing him say "Who needs brains when there's a blonde beauty!" always made her swoon.
For the past couple of months, Dennis had molded Kayla to be his latest big-earning project. She was going to be the ultimate fantasy for his high-paying clients.
Dennis was well aware that in a city like Las Vegas, hot women were easy to find. But what separated the top performers at Playtime Companions from all the others was their ability to transform strangers' fantasies into a reality. In a world where beauty wasn't enough to make a man excited, he taught Kayla to present herself confidently, in skimpy outfits, atypical makeup, and offer wet blowjobs.
Their time together wasn't just about sex. These men didn't turn to a prostitute like Kayla for intellectual conversation, but instead, they wanted someone who was hot, young, and empty-minded. A woman to cater to their egos, live out their porn fantasies, and provide an escape from the monotony of life. In the end, they sought out a fuck object.
Kayla wasayer's submissive toy.
Dennis showcased Kayla's new online profile to her while he simulated her as his plaything, squeezing her under her skirt. "Check it out, sweetheart. You're looking like a real-life love doll," he exclaimed, pleased. Curiosity piqued, she saw her image in a Barbie-style box on the screen and sparked a coquettish conversation with Dennis.
"So, am I like, your personal Barbie doll or something?" she flirted while sitting on his lap, kissing his cheeks.
"Of course my dear. You're the prime blonde fantasy in the realm of teen porn," he answered obsessively. He then moved in for a kiss, hungrily devouring Kayla.
"Am I just a plaything, a toy for people like Daddy to gawk, feel, and use?" she probed as she teased him with her lips.
"Well, my sweet... You are, you will be dolled up and spread for some fortunate suitor, satisfying their fantasies with your flexible body, and of course, your radiant smile," he admitted. Instruction on how to she might behave in the forthcoming assignment, as he turned to playfully wipe saliva from his lips.
Heidi interrupted their intense exchange at this point, strolling in on them. "Oh Dennis, you're unsurprisingly up to your usual antics," she mocked. She had long ago made peace with her husband's infidelity, having realized what he truly was. Heidi knew her role in his endeavors and smirked, witnessing the scene. Her comfortable disposition amid their contentious act was surprising, but then again, this was the line of work they had chosen.
"Heidi! It's like you're my guardian angel with a perfect timing. What's happening?" a playful Dennis asked, finding himself ready for new business.
"Well, the new customer, Seth, just paid for full access to Kayla," explained Heidi, matter-of-factly. Kayla chimed in with an overexcitement. "We're going to a luxurious hotel, Daddy! This will be so much fun."
Hearing her eagerness, Dennis belittled the announcement with mock surprise. "Seth has a thing for blonde dolls? It's so bizarre and unpredictable," he said, feigning disbelief. Heidi, having been in the business for long, rolled her eyes, understanding the processes of male wishes and monitory transactions.
"Looks like we're ready for our first job, my blonde possibility," he told Kayla, gesturing and pinching her curves.
"Oh my God! I'm so paused and prepared!" she answered, giggling over Dennis' handle.
Dennis, for the final moments with his star, grope Kayla's body as they prepared for business.
"Say Kayla," he asked, fondly massaging her chest, "When this suitor calls you over... What do you do?"
"Oh, I'll tiptoe toward his couch and hop onto his lap, Daddy!" she giggled. Satisfied with this, Dennis leaned back and nodded, his plan for his Bratz doll unfolding. Shoving dollars their way, they were bound for a new adventure.
"Is this girl prepared to meet this newbie?" he asked, playing with her chest and waist.
"She's prepared to hump him for money, Daddy," said Heidi lazily, complying with her husband's order to quit their lives and cater to clients' needs."
Dennis stroked her waist in preparation before relinquishing her to their customer. "Engage their senses, Kayla. Embrace the experience while doing your best work," he instructed her calmly. Heidi observed her husband's ability to maintain possession of his doll, even as she was being handed to someone else for a test drive. In her mind, she barely bat an eye at this."All men are about the same," she considered. 'They are the reason why Kayla will be minting money for us.'
Just before they left his home, Kayla twisted and shook her tank top, covered in red lipstick and drool. "Ready for the main kick of the whole fandango fun?" she teased, turning for him. Their laughter broke the silence as they searched for their first customer and the beginning of their business endeavors.
"What's your name again, Kayla Doll?" he asked his toy before leaving for her accommodating client.
"Uhhh... Umph. Umpf... Fuuuunnnn!" she grinned, looking towards the door. This was going to be her 'doll job', and she'd have to please this well-paying client.
What happens if he strikes you while you're kneeling down, huh? What would your charming prostitute do in that situation? Dennis questioned with a scrunched-up face.
"Um...like...maybe... Bathroom break?" (Kayla appeared to have forgotten the appropriate behavior.) "... or just continue pleasing him through oral satisfaction?"
Dennis glanced at Heidi. "Perfect, our little whore is ripe for the picking! Heidi, let's get Kayla dolled up like a real prom date, shall we?"
Heidi laughed, "Hahaha, Dennis! You're such a character! I bet Mr. Fancy Pants will be speechless!"
Dennis chuckled back, "Exactly!" and stood up. "Okay, babe, line 'em up! Kayla is yours to play with."
He then turned to Kayla with a wink, "Off you go, honey. Dress up for Mr. Prom King!" With a swift smack on her bottom, he sent her off. As Kayla followed Heidi toward the makeup room, Dennis relaxed in his chair, contemplating the potential earnings from his newest acquisition.
He surveyed Kayla's luscious derriere as it swayed from the doorway. "This fine, young piece of ass is going to bring in loads of cash," he murmured to himself, chuckling at the terms he used.
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