{\rtf1\ansi\ansicpg1252\deff0\deflang1033{\fonttbl{\f0\fswiss\fcharset0 Arial;}} {\*\generator Msftedit 5.41.15.1503;}\viewkind4\uc1\pard\qc\b\f0\fs20 All Dolled Up\b0\par \i By Andrew J. Mellon\par \pard\i0\par Becky Case raised her long arm into the air, beckoning the oncoming cab to pick her up, panting breaths of smoky condensation into the cool morning air. Her rumpled black evening dress was little comfort against the chill. She didn\rquote t care. Nights with Bruce were always so exhilarating. That was what she was thinking about.\par \par The cab slowed to a stop and she quickly slid inside.\par \par \ldblquote 1 West 72d Street\rdblquote She said absently as she fingered through her purse.\par \par She sniffed. She smelt something; she smelt something bad, like goats, except goats that smoked cigarettes. For the first time she realized someone was beside her. She jerked back in surprise as a grin of yellowed teeth greeted her.\par \par \ldblquote Excuse me!\rdblquote She said with no little irritation. She banged on the glass separating the driver from the passengers. \ldblquote Driver, stop! I said stop!\rdblquote The driver was oblivious to her protests. Becky backed into her corner of the cab as she nervously looked over the thin man dressed in black, leering at her. She tried to show she was not afraid of him.\par \par \ldblquote I\rquote m sorry, I had no idea that this cab was taken.\rdblquote\par \par It was an apology waxed with irritation.\par \par The man laughed.\par \par \ldblquote It is taken and so are you.\rdblquote\par \par Becky gave the man a confused look and then started to finger the door handle, ready to pop out and run when the cab paused next. The man noticed and patted Becky on her knee, causing her to jump.\par \par \ldblquote Don\rquote t try it, doll. You\rquote re not going nowhere. The door is locked. My name is Devlin, Adam Devlin.\rdblquote\par \par Fearful of his intent, Becky lunged at the man, prepared to dig her nails into his eye sockets. She froze mid way, faced forward, and placed her hands on her knees. Her body beyond her eyes were beyond her control. Her pupils darted around chaotically.\par \par \ldblquote A regular spitfire you are, doll.\rdblquote Devlin told her. \ldblquote Your husband did not tell me that. But then he was rather upset with you, cheating on him and all. You can talk now as long as you don\rquote t scream, bitch or moan. It\rquote s early and I don\rquote t need the headache.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote What?\'85how?\rdblquote Becky gasped as the power of speech returned. Her body was still frozen, as still as a statute, and still facing forward. Her eyes strained to look at Devlin beside her; he was sucking on a cigarette and idly blew some smoke into the air.\par \par \ldblquote Not that I blame you, doll. He seems like a real dud. That\rquote s what you get when you marry for money. I am what you get when you piss off somebody off with money.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Let me talk to Charles.\rdblquote She pleaded \ldblquote We can work this out. I made a mistake.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Ain\rquote t that the truth, doll. I erase mistakes.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote What are you going to do to me?\rdblquote Becky cried, her voice becoming tinged with terror. \ldblquote Please don\rquote t hurt me. I\rquote ll pay you more than what he is paying you!\rdblquote\par \par Devlin chuckled. \ldblquote Did you ever see the `Good, the Bad and the Ugly\rquote ? What\rquote s my favorite line from that? Something like, `Once I\rquote m paid I always see the job through.\rquote Don\rquote t worry though, I am not going to hurt you. That ain\rquote t my style.\rdblquote\par \par The cab pulled up to Louie\rquote s of Paris, the exotic clothier. In a mock display of chivalry, Devlin opened up Becky\rquote s door, giving her a slight bow and then taking her hand as she exited. Her eyes still showed that her motion was not her own. A scantily clad wait person opened the store door, waving in the couple within. Becky noticed the women\rquote s eyes were strangely vacant. Not a good sign, Becky told herself.\par \par Devlin smiled at the party that greeted them: a rather fay and flamboyantly dressed man in front of six women dressed in form fitting clothes that looked akin to surgical scrubs, each bearing the saccharine sounding name of the individual: Vixen, Bunny, Babs, Kitty, Kimmy and Susie. Each had bright white smiles with curiously blank stares. The gazed as if they were looking beyond Devlin and Becky, toward some distant point.\par \par \ldblquote Oh Adam Darling.\rdblquote Said the man addressing Devlin, drawing out each vowel to ostentatious length. \ldblquote Wherever do you get these people, they are so delicious.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Louie,\rdblquote Devlin said presenting his guest. \ldblquote Allow me to introduce is Rebecca Case, former dancer--a pretty good one too; I saw her in \ldblquote Cats\rdblquote\emdash now wife of eminent financier, Charles Wilson Case, IV. Ms. Case, the Louie of Louie\rquote s of Paris.\rdblquote\par \par Louie took Becky\rquote s hand kissed and then licked it.\par \par \ldblquote Hey!\rdblquote Becky protested.\par \par Louie smiled. \ldblquote Ah, she is still in there I see.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Of course, Louie, she is a star and she is entitled to the treatment of a star.\rdblquote\par \par Louie smiled knowingly. \ldblquote Aha. It\rquote s been quite a while since we\rquote ve done one of those. Can you unwrap the package so I can get a full look at her?\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote But of course.\rdblquote\par \par Becky was fuming at casual treatment; it was as if she were an animal or a thing. It was all she could do to stop herself from screaming obscenities at the two men, but she checked herself; she had no idea how Devlin could control her like he did, but she figured it would be better to cater to his whims for the moment. Suddenly she realized her body was in motion: she shrugged out of her loose fitting evening gown, letting it slip to the floor.\par \par \ldblquote I like a girl who doesn\rquote t wear undergarments. They are so unnecessary.\rdblquote Louie said contemplatively as he looked up and down Becky\rquote s nude body.\par \par \ldblquote You don\rquote t like girls period. Your loss."\par \par Louie gave Devlin a knowing smile and snapped his fingers. \ldblquote Girls, lets doll up Ms. Case.\rdblquote\par \par The six women circled Becky and directed her to a chair beneath a bowl. They leaned her back, so that her head was above the basin. One soaked, soaped and massaged her jet-black hair while the other tended to manicuring her fingernails and toenails.\par \par \ldblquote What, they are giving me a beauty treatment?\rdblquote Becky told herself, \ldblquote This crew was up to something; it might not be murder, but it was sure to be something unpleasant.\par \par \ldblquote Devlin,\rdblquote Becky called out. \ldblquote I mean it. Whatever Charles is paying you, I\rquote ll pay you more. Take him out for me! I have a secret account of my own money and some I embezzled from him. There is a code number to access it that only I know.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote You are such a naughty girl.\rdblquote Came the reply in a sneer.\par \par The women ushered Becky over to another chair, this one before a mirror. Louis stood behind her with a pair of scissors and began to clip away at her hair.\par \par \ldblquote Louie.\rdblquote She hissed. \ldblquote I\rquote ll give you the code number if you help me get out of here. I\rquote m talking a lot of money. A couple million. Its all yours. Just help me. Please!\rdblquote\par \par But Louie was concentrating on her hair, reducing it from shoulder length to just above the chin. With some gel and a blow drier, he curled out about half its new length. Then the girls took over again, fetching Becky and pulling her into a standing position. Five of them produced jars of a white cream that they scooped up with their hands and rubbed onto her body with a firm massaging motion. The sixth woman held a razor in her hands and a can of shaving cream. She put some foam on Becky\rquote s crotch and began to scrape away her bush.\par \par Becky\rquote s eyes shot to the right and left and down as the prison of her body was being painted and shaved.\par \par \ldblquote Someone, anyone! Get help! I\rquote ve got plenty of money! Just help!\rdblquote She cried desperately. No one answered her pleas.\par \par The girls dispersed again, leaving Becky to stare at herself, unblinking in a mirror. She was a ghostly, her figure the color of a blank sheet of paper. Her trim body, her full perky breasts, her thin waist and slight hips, her exposed vaginal mound, were all white as virginal snow. The only shades that departed from this blankness were her styled black hair and deep blue eyes. She reminded herself of a vampire. All she needed were some fangs. Maybe that was next she told herself. What were they doing to her, making her into some freak?\par \par She felt odd, or rather, she thought odd. She was strangely at ease. The fear, the anger, the thoughts of escape were fading. She struggled mentally to regain them: this was not right, she told herself. But she found it hard to get up the feelings of dread she had once had. The ones she did manufacture were counterfeit.\par \par Devlin moved into her vision. A girl handed him a container of deep red lipstick, which he methodically applied to her lips.\par \par \ldblquote You miss dancing, don\rquote t you, doll.\rdblquote He told her.\par \par \ldblquote Sure.\rdblquote She said. She did. She had been pretty good. Her words, they sounded slow, sluggish, as if she were sleepy..\par \par \ldblquote You gave it all up for tiny dicked husband with lots of cash. Not as much fun, but at least you got security.\rdblquote\par \par He was right. A dancer\rquote s salary didn\rquote t get you much in New York City. You didn\rquote t get a lot of money unless you were great. She was good, not great, and that is why she married Charles: for security. He hand insisted she give dancing up before they got married. He didn\rquote t want his wife to be a chorus girl. She hated him for that, she would hate him for a lot of things, but she wanted his money.\par \par Something else was wrong, though: Becky knew she should have been angry at Devlin\rquote s comment and yet she said nothing. It was a truth she did not like to hear. When her friends had said what Devlin said; she had told them in no uncertain terms to \ldblquote fuck off.\rdblquote She didn\rquote t respond to Devlin in the same way, not because she was afraid to, but because she couldn\rquote t.\par \par Devlin handed the girl the lipstick and was given a cosmetic case with a broader brush. He opened it to reveal a row of three red circles of some claylike substance. He dabbed the brush in the first circle and colored her one of her eyelids red.\par \par \ldblquote You still want to dance, don\rquote t you, doll.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Yes\'85I want to dance.\rdblquote She found herself beginning to like Devlin, to trust him. She tried not to, this was the man who had kidnapped her, who was working for her jealous husband. Yet, he knew her, what she had done, wanted to do. He was almost like a friend, a confidant.\par \par \ldblquote I am going to help you dance again, doll, to become a dancer.\rdblquote He told her as he painted the other eyelid red.\par \par \ldblquote To dance\'85become a dancer.\rdblquote She repeated. It was an exciting idea; one that would have thrilled Becky. Only now the enthusiasm waned after it sparked, like a passing dream. Her mind was getting duller; it was harder for Becky to think about anything else other than what she was being told.\par \par Devlin put the brush in the compact, dabbing it forcefully. He brought it up to Becky\rquote s cheek to paint a red circle.\par \par \ldblquote I am going to make you perform, doll.\rdblquote He told her.\par \par \ldblquote Make me perform.\rdblquote Her words were wooden, as if she were an automaton, a robot. Her mind was now shutting down, becoming blank, as if it were as frozen as her body was under Devlin\rquote s control.\par \par Devlin painted another circle on her opposite cheek.\par \par \ldblquote You will live only to perform.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Live\'85only\'85to\'85perform.\rdblquote Her voice was a soulless monotone; her eyes were vacant, glassy, betraying the vacuousness that lay behind them. She became blank, unfeeling and unthinking.\par \par Devlin closed her eyes with his fingers.\par \par How long she waited in the abyss, she did not know; she no longer cared.\par \par \ldblquote Open your eyes, doll.\rdblquote\par \par Becky snapped open her eyes. The colored body stared back at her. Her skin still as white as alabaster, her eyelids and lips were red, two red colored circles on either cheek. She was almost entirely nude. What she was wearing could only be described as ornamental: red frills about the wrists and ankles. Her lips widened, their edges raised, her cheeks contracting as she gave a broad smile.\par \par \ldblquote Dance, doll!\rdblquote Devlin commanded.\par \par Becky turned to Devlin without changing her expression. She lifted one leg, jerking it upwards. Then she slid down into a split, a long leg before and after her. Instantly she jolted upwards and performed a pirouette. Her movements were clumsy, as if her limbs were being pulled by unseen strings\par \par Devlin clapped, Louie shouted, "Bravo!\rdblquote and his girls giggled witlessly.\par \par Becky curtsied.\par \par \ldblquote Stop!\rdblquote Devlin commanded.\par \par Becky stood as straight as an arrow, hands by her sides, here eyes closed, the stupid grin on her face still fixed.\par \par \ldblquote Lets take this show on the road.\rdblquote Devlin commanded.\par \par Bruce Philips opened the door as soon as he heard Becky\rquote s knock. He was a little bit worried. Her voice on the apartment intercom didn\rquote t sound normal; something was wrong. Maybe Charles had finally found them out and she was coming to tell him the bad news. That meant divorce, trials, lawyers. He wasn\rquote t ready for that. Becky was a nice piece of ass, but not worth that much trouble.\par \par Bruce\rquote s jaw dropped when he saw her: her white naked body, her painted face, her frills.\par \par \ldblquote Becky! What the hell happened to you?\rdblquote\par \par Becky barged into the room. She strode in comically with a marionette\rquote s grace. She flailed about in a dance, turning over tables and knocking pictures off the walls.\par \par \ldblquote Becky!\rdblquote Bruce cried out reaching out to her, trying to get control of her.\par \par Becky spun around in a pirouette, put her hands on her hips and performed a series of pelvic thrusts.\par \par \ldblquote For gods sake Becky! What the hell are you doing!\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Quite a performance, don\rquote t you think?\rdblquote Came a voice.\par \par Bruce turned to see Devlin standing in the doorway.\par \par \ldblquote Who the hell are you! What have you done to her?\rdblquote He commanded.\par \par \ldblquote She likes to dance, so she\rquote s dancing. I think she needs a partner, don\rquote t you.\rdblquote\par \par Bruce\rquote s body tensed and went still. He watched helplessly as Louie and his girls entered, Louie raising his eyebrows and licking his lips.\par \par \ldblquote Oh duckie, you are going to be interesting.\rdblquote Louie told the frozen Bruce.\par \par The girls removed Bruce\rquote s clothing and lathered his body and shaved the hair from his head, limbs, and chest. Louie ogled Bruce\rquote s substantial penis.\par \par \ldblquote Oh, can\rquote t I have him for a little bit?\rdblquote Louie pleaded.\par \par \ldblquote Keep it in your pants. This is business.\rdblquote Devlin told him brusquely.\par \par The girls began to spread the white cream over Bruce\rquote s body, covering the entire surface, every pore. Devlin let the girls apply the facial make up, coloring his eyelids and lips red, painting to large red circles on either cheek. Red frills were slipped on his wrists and ankles. On his naked scalp was placed a red skullcap; it fit snugly into place as if it had been designed expressly for him.\par \par Devlin was not as accommodating to Bruce. He kept the man fully paralyzed as he was painted. It was obvious though, that Bruce\rquote s mental faculties were being reduced to that as his lover\rquote s. His eyes glazed and his lips bent into a wide smile.\par \par When the girls had finished, Bruce appeared the male twin of Becky.\par \par \ldblquote You like her so much, why not be like her.\rdblquote Devlin told him.\par \par Charles Wilson Case, IV strode down the auditorium\rquote s isle to the man sitting in the front row. Devlin smiled up at him inbetween stuffing his face with mouthfuls of popcorn.\par \par \ldblquote You\rquote re just in time for the show.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Did you do as promised?\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Sit down and see for yourself.\rdblquote\par \par Wilson sat down nervously beside Devlin. The lights dimmed. A spotlight pierced the darkness, landing on the stage where a feminine figure appeared. It was Becky, colored as Devlin colored her, dressed as Devlin had dressed her. Music began to wail through a loudspeaker, a jazzy tune in the manner of Gershwin. Becky, cavorted in her jerking fashion, putting a hand on her hip and swaggering her ass as she wandered down the stage. The music picked up as another spotlight went on, capturing Bruce, skipping over to Becky, her still striding like a puppet strumpet, unaware of his presence. Bruce clumsily wrapped his arms around her from being, his hands fixing to her breasts, clamping them, his waist pressing tightly against hers, his dick growing erect as they began to rock together, swaying with some semblance of grace they were otherwise denied. Their faces began to change, their eyelids fluttering, their lips pursing in silent moans of ecstasy. The music followed their rhythm, developing it with sounds that spoke of their actions, filling the hall with the sounds their noiseless mouths could not utter. Both arched back as the music hit a crescendo. Then they fell apart from one another, smiled again, bowed and retreated from the stage.\par \par Devlin clapped.\par \par \ldblquote Great. What happens to them now?\rdblquote Case growled impatiently.\par \par \ldblquote They become part of a traveling sex show. Either as a duo or part of a larger group. I understand its popular in Europe. Fucking foreigners.\rdblquote\par \par Case smiled slightly. He patted Devlin on the shoulder in appreciation.\par \par \ldblquote The money has been transferred to your account. Good day Mr. Devlin.\rdblquote\par \par Case stood from his seat only to find himself frozen in a standing position, unable to move anything aside from his eyes and lips.\par \par \ldblquote What is this! Devlin! What the hell are you doing!\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote You know, Mr. Case, your wife offered me a lot of money to take you out.\rdblquote\par \par \ldblquote Let me go!\rdblquote Case cried with rising terror.\par \par \ldblquote You ever see `The Good, The Bad and The Ugly?\rquote\rdblquote My favorite line from that movie goes like this, `Once I get paid, I always follow the job through.\rdblquote\par \par Case screamed but only for an instant.\par \par Charles Wilson Case, IV\rquote s motionless body stood in a coffin-sized plastic case, next to that of his wife\rquote s and Bruce Gilbert\rquote s living doll forms. He almost looked like Bruce\rquote s twin, save his face was painted with blue lips, eyelids and cheek circles, the color of his skull cap and frills. There were some subtle and not so subtle differences. Case\rquote s face was fixed in a frown, the inversion of Bruce\rquote s broad grin. Whereas Bruce\rquote s cock was obviously virile, Case\rquote s tiny dick dangled impotently. Two small horns decorated Case\rquote s skull cap.\par \par The proprietor of Wet Dreams Puppeteers and Marionettes shook Devlin\rquote s hand vigorously.\par \par \ldblquote I can\rquote t thank you enough. These three will make a great addition. The naughty lovers and the cuckold. Always a great story to act out. Comedy and lust. I love it. These are worth their weight in gold. Are you sure you won\rquote t take payment? You always have in the past.\rdblquote\par \par Devlin shook his head and smiled.\par \par \ldblquote I\rquote ve made enough money off these three. Come on the show must go on.\rdblquote\par \par The proprietor gestured to his workers; they loaded the plastic cases on the truck.\par }