Taiu Dead: Part 3

Taiu Dead: Part 3

Taiu lived in a long two-story house with a handful of other dolls and the scientists. The dolls' rooms were on one end of the house, the scientists' on the other. Along with the scientists' bedrooms were their other various work related rooms. The dolls weren't allowed in that area. Though the sitting room and the dolls' private rooms were rather cozy, the rest of the house was cold and metal. Attached to the house on the west half was their place of business. The harem-decorated silky love den where they were paid to entertain men and women in any way they desired, for the right price.

When Taiu returned home, he paused on the doorstep, his hand hovering over the door handle. He could already hear the squabbling. Pulling open the door, he was accosted by three fleeing cats who nearly knocked him off of his feet in their haste to get out. As he regained his balance, he watched their retreating backsides disappear down the street. Before he could turn back around, a hand grabbed his elbow and pulled him into the house.

He was being tugged down the main hall past the sitting room where the squabble was happening between Myrda and the blonde-haired-blue-eyed girl named Solara. It took a moment before he gained his bearings enough to recognize the white coat and dark brown messy hair of Dr. Nelson. "Doctor Nelson? Is something the matter?"

Taiu always liked Dr. Nelson more than the other scientists. Their house was where they all lived, but it was also where the scientists kept them under surveillance, preformed tests on them, and if they wished, killed or created more of them. To the dolls, the scientists were not only their parents, but they were the ones who held all of the power over whether they ate or starved, lived or died. Some of the scientists were cruel, the rest only cold and uncaring. All except Dr. Nelson, he was kind only to Taiu.

When they were alone in a hall in the back where the scientists had their rooms, the doctor let go of him and turned to face him with a smile. "I want to give you something but I couldn't give it to you in front of them, they'd get jealous." The Doctor was much taller than Taiu, in his late thirties. Taiu wasn't attracted to him, but he wasn't an entirely unattractive man. A pair of wireframe glasses were always perched upon his nose. Kneeling, the man pulled something wrapped in blue tissue paper and masking tape out of his pocket. "I found it at the pawn shop and had to get it. Here."

When the doctor held it out to him, Taiu blushed furiously and took it, bowing his head. "Th.. thank you. I don't really deserve--" He fingered the package thoughtfully, rolling it over in his small white hands. They were soon engulfed by two larger, vaguely tanned hands and he looked up at the scientist who smiled.

"You deserve all the good things in the world." The doctor said in a sincere tone, looking directly into his eyes.

Taiu wasn't used to such gentleness or kindness, even from him. A soft smile formed. He felt lucky to have people who at least liked him. Falling in against the larger man, he hugged him around the shoulders. "You're such a good friend, Doctor Nelson."

The scientist stiffened for a moment, then coughed lightly and gently settled his hands around Taiu's waist, setting him on his knee. His smile was gone but his eyes were still soft when he tapped the end of the albino's nose. "Open your present now."

Taiu tore through the paper quite easily, revealing at last a wooden cross roughly the size of his hand. The wooden part itself was made of a single piece, though it looked rather thin and fragile. Made of maple, it was sanded and varnished. Tied to the cross with a light brown piece of twine was a small set of white feathered wings in the back, and a silver key in front. The key was ornate with a cute little wing molded into the shaft.

"It's beautiful." Taiu cradled it in his hands lightly as if afraid it might break if he held it too tightly. As the man's hand started stroking over his hair, he smiled and settled his head against his shoulder. Caressing fingertips over his present, Taiu felt a little closer to God.

He hadn't realized that Myrda had been staring at them from around the corner with a disdainful expression. "Your shift is about to start, Taiu." The little redhead called down the hall to them, her hands curling against the metal corner.

Looking up from his gift, he smiled at Myrda. "I'm coming, wait up." As he started to get up, Dr. Nelson grabbed hold of his wrist and he looked down at him. "Thank you, Doctor Nelson. I'm very grateful for my present." Leaning over, he pressed a soft kiss against the man's cheek. The scientist blushed faintly. He looked reluctant at first to let Taiu go, but finally released him when he saw the boy looking up at Myrda so cheerfully and waving.

As he was released, he darted off down the hall to meet Myrda who had started walking off toward the brothel door. "Myrda. I'm sorry about before, you aren't still mad at me, are you?"

Myrda bowed her head contemplatively for a moment, swinging her arms as she walked. Finally she leapt at Taiu to give him a hug with a giggle. "Nah! Being mad is no fun!"

Taiu laughed and hugged her back, nuzzling into silky red curls. "I'm glad."

As the two passed under the white neon hall lights to the maroon and gold door leading into their place of business, Taiu tucked his cross into his sleeve. He figured he would have to hide it somewhere in their dressing room. The other rooms were no place for a cross.

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Sweat. That's what could be said of his time with his client that night. Sweat was the smell, sweat was the feel. Sweat dropped from the woman's face to her exposed breasts, where it slid down to fall from hardened nipples to the pillows below.

Taiu and his client retreated from their group long ago. She'd already picked out the room they were to be in that night, the sauna. His client was in her very early forties, her body curved like an hourglass with large breasts, a small waist and large hips, a round behind and thick thighs. Her face held the slightest signs of age. Hints of crow's feet and her lips weren't as full as they were in her youth. She was the sort who was still beautiful but always desperately seeking validation of her sex appeal. She felt old and unwanted, so she sought out younger men to make her feel desirable.

The woman was shackled to the wall, her arms over her head. Nude, her feet shifted atop the pillows covering the outer edges of the floor trying to keep herself from falling. Thus writhing. In the center of the room there was a circular pit filled with burning coals, a bucket of water with a ladle next to it. Her already tanned skin glowed red in the light as it bounced off of the sweat that soaked her. Her hair, jet black, full and thick and falling over her shoulders shone with the same crimson in the light to look like freshly shed blood.

Taiu was dressed only in a piece of cloth which tied around his waist and wrapped down to cover his privates, back up to cover part of his backside and tie up with the part around his waist. He had sweat pouring from him as well as he stalked around the pit, his eyes locked with the woman's in a predatory manner. The pleasure of the client was the most important thing. If they wanted meek and passive, they got meek and passive. If they wanted a monster, he would be a monster.

As he passed the bucket of water, he plucked up the ladle and splashed water over the coals, sending steam billowing up into the room with a loud hiss. The woman moaned and begged for his touch. Moving close to her, he let his fingertip hover over her breast, tracing a line from shoulder blade to nipple tip. "Is that what you want?" He dove down to run his tongue over that firm protrusion and the woman moaned. "I could eat you alive.."

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Sticky and cold, Taiu wrapped a robe around himself as he headed for the shower. He had to wait awhile always for the client to leave before he could go wash himself, had to make sure they couldn't see how disgusted he truly was. He'd forgotten to dispose of the condom. He sighed. Well, that could be left to the person whose job it was to clean the room.

Standing under the spray of the faucet some time later, Taiu pressed his palms against the wall of his shower stall. He let the water pour over him, just barely hot enough to stand. Hearing a footstep, he lifted his head. "Who's there?"

"Just me." Myrda moved into the stall next to Taiu's. Taiu couldn't see her through the cieling-high walls, but she sounded as tired as he was.

The two of them showered in silence for a few minutes before the girl's voice broke through, a little meek. "The adverts say we help people experience love for a night.. Is this what real love is?"

Taiu stared up into the spray to rinse his hair, quiet for a moment before replying. "It can't be.. It's not what God's love is. And God -is- love. So.. real love is like God's love."

They fell into silence once more. Then yet again Myrda broke the silence tentatively. "...Do you think God is hung? I mean.. he's -God-." Thus resulting in a spaztic giggle fit from the both of them.