Sybil's Sitters 7 - Playing Dolls with Daddy

Dolls

Petre

I queued up Frozen for Vitalia, sensing this was more than a simple request from Niki.

I thought I was starting to get a feel for her. She's definitely determined to face life on her own, resisting every attempt to help her. It's a trait I've always admired in people.

I've already mentioned her natural sex appeal. Her body, her voice, the way her eyes scan a face through a curtain of lashes. The thing that really makes her stand out, however, is how incredibly vulnerable she seems. I think men have an instinct that vulnerable women stimulate, like the flight or fight response. Protect or procreate. I'm pretty hard on the protect side, but it was a close fight with Niki.

I did wonder which came first. Did the vulnerability stem from her self-reliance leaving her without a support network, or had she been taken advantage of so many times that she refused to let anyone in?

Then add that impish smile as she blushed at the word daddy. I've heard that word on the lips of more than a few women. It's always meant the same thing, an overt declaration that they would like to be fucked, an invitation to dominate them.

Niki and I have barely spoken, certainly haven't flirted. She's at least ten years younger than I am, likely more. But the offer had still been there. It was in her tone, her smile, her blush.

And now she wanted to talk. I didn't have the slightest idea what she wanted, but she'd grown increasingly tense from the start of dinner.

"Can I get you a glass of wine?" I asked. She could certainly use it, and her response might give me some clue to her age. It didn't, just creating more confusion.

"No, thank you. I prefer to be chemical free."

She didn't say sober, but I didn't know what that suggested. She didn't say, "I am" or "I'm trying". She prefers it.

I led her to the bar in my kitchen and sat her on a stool across from me. She went along passively.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" I asked, filling my own glass from a box in the refrigerator.

"I wanted to talk about where I live ... Or where I don't, I guess." She looked around, everywhere but at my eyes. "The house you took me to ..."

I waited for her to continue. Finally, she looked up to meet my gaze, embarrassed.

"Wait right here, ok? I'll be right back," she said, hopping off the stool and walking quickly from the room. When she returned, she had a handful of Vatalia's dolls with her. "Sorry," she said meekly without further explanation as she handed me the king doll.

"This," she said in her little girl voice, "is Nicole." She wiggled a raven-haired doll to indicate that she spoke for it. "This is my friend Cinnamon." Cinnamon, not too surprisingly, had brown hair.

"Cinnamon, can I live at your house?" Nicole asked.

"Do you promise to be a good girl?"

"Mmhmm." Niki nodded cutely as she spoke for the doll, her eyes closed and her face wagging up and down exaggeratedly. Niki normally has this elegance to her, almost austere, but like this she was just fricking adorable.

"Ok!" said Cinnamon. "We're buddies!" The dolls hugged and kissed one another on the cheek.

She set aside Cinnamon and picked up a male doll.

"Hi. I'm Frankie. Where's Cinnamon?" Niki said in a low voice.

"She's at work!"

"Oh," he said. "You sure are pretty. Do you want to play with me?"

"No, thank you. Cinnamon would be mad."

"Please? It will be our secret."

"No, Frankie. I'm a good girl," she said with a pout.

Then she put that doll away and removed the top from the Nicole doll, the little plastic breasts on it surprisingly realistic compared to the dolls I grew up with. She picked up a different male doll and spoke in a gruff voice.

"You're late, Nicole."

"I'm sorry. The bus didn't come, so I walked!" Her little kid voice said it like she was super proud of having done so.

"The customers say you won't play with them." She put the other dolls arm around Nicole's shoulder.

"I don't want to play with the smelly old customers."

"But the customers want to play with you. I have medicine that will make playing with them more fun, what do you say?"

"But I don't want to," Nicole whined.

"Well, either play with the customers or you're fired. Unless you want to play the lollypop game with me."

"I don't want your stupid old job anyway!" The little Nicole doll stomped off.

"Boo-hoo, I'm sad," she said, laying the doll down.

"What's the matter, Nicole?" asked Frankie.

"I need a hug."

Frankie hugged her, then hugged her some more and started kissing her. She didn't quite pantomime the dolls having sex, but I got the gist.

Next it was Nicole and Cinnamon.

"Cinnamon, I got a new job watching a sweet girl named Vitalia!"

"You're a bad girl, Nicole!"

"I'm sorry. I'll move out."

Then she turned to the doll in my hand. "I'm sorry I lied, Daddy. I don't have a home for you to drop me at. I was just embarrassed."

"Do you need a place to stay, Niki?" I asked the girl.

She shrank into her seat looking around like I'd just committed the worst social gaffe in history. This confused me until she flicked her eyes at my doll. Oh!

"Do you need a place to stay, Nicole?" I asked with the doll.

"I just didn't want to lie again. I'm not asking for help."

"Answer the question, Nicole," I said sternly.

"Yes, Daddy."

"What kind of daddy would I be if I let you sleep outside?" I wasn't sure what the rules were, so I tried, "Does your friend Niki need a place to stay, too?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Does Niki need Petre to be her daddy?" I'm not sure what made me ask. It just felt right.

The doll giggled. "He can't be her daddy."

"Why not? He's a good daddy."

"Because she's the pretend mommy," she said like I was being silly.

That was a good point. "What if it was only when Vitalia is asleep or not around?"

I could see the reluctance, the fear in her widened eyes. That's what decided it for me. This girl needed to be protected, not fucked. Someone had taken advantage of her vulnerability and hurt her. I was not going to add to that.

"Nicole, I think your friend is just afraid, but I'm the daddy, so I decide. Petre is going to be her new daddy." I put the doll down and looked right at her. "Niki, it's time to pick up your toys for the night. When that's finished, hop in the jacuzzi in the master suite. There's bubble bath in the first cabinet on the left. I'll get Vitalia settled into bed and come find you." I used a soft but firm voice.

At first, she looked a little shocked, but her face morphed into a dimpled smile by the time I finished. "Ok, daddy," she said, then bit her lip shyly. If the spring in her step as she got up was any indication, I'd made the right decision.