Chapter 2

"When did this thing get delivered?" I scratched my head, my curiosity piqued. Was this the package Mike just signed for?

The box was wrapped insanely tight, secured with layers and layers of heavy-duty industrial gray tape.

I walked over and knocked on it. It made a dull, heavy thud. I couldn't even guess what was inside.

"What kind of premium gear did that hustler Mike buy behind my back? He didn't even brag about it."

I was itching to know. Since he wasn't home, I figured I could use a box cutter to open it, take a peek, and seal it back up with the same tape later. He'd never know.

With that thought, I rummaged through a drawer for a utility knife and carefully sliced through the outermost layer of tape along the edge.

Taking a deep breath, I violently yanked the flaps open.

"Holy shit!" I stumbled half a step back, my blue eyes widening in shock.

There was a woman lying in the box?!

No... no way... It couldn't be a real person. It had to be one of those high-end, silicone realistic dolls...

I stood frozen for several seconds before finally gathering the courage to reach out and gently pinch the blonde "beauty's" cheek.

Her eyes were tightly shut, and she didn't make a sound. Sure enough, it was an exquisitely crafted doll!

But the texture was incredible! It was smooth, soft, and bouncy, utterly indistinguishable from the skin of a real Caucasian girl.

God, what kind of lab-grade materials were they using to make something this lifelike?

"Mike... you dirty dog!" I muttered under my breath, a sudden wave of intense jealousy and sourness washing over me.

"I'm over here relying on my right hand and free tube sites, and this guy actually dropped several grand on a top-tier RealDoll? He really went all out!"

I couldn't help but run my hands over the body a few more times, especially the soft mounds on her chest. The elasticity was astonishing; it felt unbelievable!

"Dammit, this material is flawless. It feels exactly like the real thing!"

Breathing heavily, I stared at the ultimate, art-level physique in front of me. The fire I had just forced down instantly boiled over again.

"I was just looking for a way to let off some steam..."

I swallowed hard, my throat feeling even drier, my heart rate accelerating.

It's just a doll anyway. Mike isn't home. What's wrong with helping my buddy "test the merchandise"?

Worst case, I'd just clean her up with alcohol wipes when I was done and put her right back in the box. He’d never be the wiser.

Once that dangerous thought surfaced, my audacity completely smashed through my moral bottom line.

I bent over, slid my hands under her armpits and behind her knees, and lifted her out of the box. Damn, she's heavy. She weighed almost exactly the same as a real, slender woman.

I carried her into my bedroom, laid her flat on my mattress, and greedily took her in.

The doll was made perfectly. Her facial features were sharp and delicate, her skin pale, and her body was impossibly hot, with long, straight legs.

She was ten times more enticing than the porn stars I had just been watching on my screen.

"She's so heavy, there must be a ton of electronic hardware built in..."

I started feeling around her body, trying to find a hidden power switch, but couldn't find any mechanical ports.