Inflate-A-Mate were soon going to go out of business. They had told Rich that they were working on a new invention. If its use proved successful, they would sell the idea to other companies before they finally closed down. This invention was said to be a new high-tech blow up doll. It had sensors that could read your mind and dig into your deepest subconscious. Then, it would transform into the user's greatest fantasy, even with turning-on details they might not have thought of! Rich quickly offered the money (a sum of 1 million dollars), since this was something new that would provide many days and nights of pleasure. Inflate-A-Mate said it would need some time to complete it, so he would have to wait a little while.
In reality, this was all a scheme. They had no great invention, just a doll left over that they wanted to get rid of. It was a muscular male that was, er, well-endowed. Since no straight guy in the area had no interest in buying it (or at least wouldn't be caught dead doing so), it remained unsold. Their sneaky plan was to give it to Rich, since him saying anything would make it look like his deepest fantasy was really a dude! They would stay around for a few more weeks to finish the final paperwork and clean up the building.
Rich was excited at what he thought would be his fantastic new present to himself. Would he see the doll as a redhead, blonde, or brunette? Tall or short? Slim or curvy? There were probably many types of girls he could dream about, so maybe the doll would be different at different times? One day when he was having his portrait painted at his house (he had a little bit of a big ego; he planned to hang a painting of himself on the wall), he couldn't take it anymore.
He told the artist painting him the story. He talked about how much anticipation he had to see the finished result. The artist suggested that he go down to the company's building and see how it was coming along. Rich was eager, but didn't want to spoil the surprise. He told the artist that he'd pay him extra if when he was done with the portrait, he would go talk to the people at Inflate-A-Mate and see how far they had gotten. Rich figured that since the artist was creative, he would certainly imagine something extraordinary that the doll would have to duplicate.
So, the artist went to the building and asked to see the product for Mr. Rich Richardson. The workers didn't expect this, but quickly decided they could keep pulling their scheme by lying. The artist was brought into the back room where the manly doll sat.
The artist's jaw almost hit the floor when he saw the sight of it. His orientation was immediately in question in his mind. "I know I had to draw male nudes in art school, but I didn't enjoy it that much, did I? I know I brought plenty of paper, all of my best pencils and paint, and looked hard at every feature of the model as I slowly teased color out of my supplies. I know I showed up early, and left late, but it was for art's sake! I had to study and improve my skills, darn it! That HAD to be why I asked to go up and touch some of the models' flesh; it was just to see where all the lines that I had to draw were!" the artist thought.
Of course, these thoughts were never admitted to anyone. He complimented the workers on a job well done and thanked them for letting him see the work in progress. Of course, they laughed their heads off as soon as he left. He went back to Rich and told him that the doll had amazing design and masterful beauty, like a sculpture made out of soft rubber! Rich was pleased to hear this, and was even more excited to see what the doll would look like.
A few weeks later, Rich was having a new room built on one side of his mansion. He was talking to the construction worker, and since his mind was always on the doll, he ended up telling him all about it, too. The construction worker was a tough dude, very strong and able to carry all of the building supplies. He had played football and wrestled in school. As it had been weeks since the doll had a personal inspection, Rich paid the construction worker for his building along with a report from Inflate-A-Mate's job.
The construction worker went to the company, where the workers held in their snickers at how well they were pulling off their deceit. He was shown into the back room, where he, too, was caused to question his past. "Crap, I remember wrestling all those years ago...getting on top of a guy and rolling around with him. Wanting to experience to pleasure of winning, pushing him on the ground, and pinning him down to where I had control over him! I couldn't have been...you know...I just know that was just sport, just sport! But then again, football, jumping on guys and tackling them down...what am I thinking, that was for points and victory! Just because I was in locker rooms with other men constantly undressing can't mean that's what I think about!" thought the construction worker, feeling a bit uneasy about his identity. Nevertheless, he thanked the company for their service, and went on to tell Rich about the doll's fitness, ladylike grace, and strong, firm muscles.
Rich also had another buddy that he got in on the checkups. A month afterwards, he got him (who was a "pursuer of adult pleasures" like Rich) to go have a looksee at the supposedly magnificent doll. The crew at Inflate-A-Mate were hysterical at how no one was realizing the truth, but they took the friend into the back room anyway. He, like the others, was shocked. He always looked at female flesh - this couldn't be for real! However, he started to wonder, "I couldn't really be checking out those ladies' partners, could I? No no no no no, this must be a mix-up, I mean, just because all of the "films" I watch have more closeups of the guy than the girl, and how often I check to see who the male pin-up of the day is, that can't mean I swing another way, does it?" Not sure whether to explore this "new" side or not, he just thanked the company and told Rich about how never in all of his viewing had he seen a girl that fantastic.
A few days later, Rich was finally called down to receive his product. He drove quickly, grinning with excitement. Maybe after he got it, he'd have to drive to a secluded spot and try it out, if he couldn't wait until he got home! As he walked through the building to the back room, his mind filled with images, just flowing so that the doll could turn into his greatest desire.
When he saw the male hunk of a doll, he was flabbergasted. This was nothing like he had fantasized about before, or was it? He spent such large amounts of money on looking at lovely females, was he really, deep down, trying to cover up something?
A worker asked, "Well, what do you see?" Rich could see the snickers on the workers' faces. He could see that they were trying to hide their laughter. "They must know, they must suspect what I really must be, I mean what I can't possibly be...oh, I don't know what I mean..." Whatever he was, Rich covered up his real thoughts and spoke of how great the technology was, how beautiful and amazing and sensual the girl in front of him was. The workers then reminded him that he had to pay, and Rich pretended that he was glad to give up his $1 million for the doll. Rich left with the doll, and the workers high-fived each other. "We've pulled off the biggest scam in history!" one shouted.
Rich felt disappointed as he drove through town with the doll in the other seat. This was not what he had hoped for all this time. Then, a thought came to him: "Maybe if I just sit down out here and relax, it'll eventually turn into a pretty lady in my eyes." Rich parked his car and sat with the doll on a nearby bench. He put his arm around the doll and gave it kisses on the cheek. People walked by, whispering and pointing towards them. "They must see a guy with a gorgeous girl, which they're talking about", he thought. Some young kids came by and starting laughing. "I remember when I was young, I thought kissing girls was funny, too, " he said to himself. He tried to pretend the doll was what he had wished it to be, but he was in denial.
Just then, a pink car with rainbow and triangle bumper stickers pulled up. They had seen Rich with his doll, and thought that he was so desperate to try out "alternative ways of life" that he had to do it with something that gets blown up! "Hey there, sweetie," one of the guys called, "would you like to try the real thing?" Rich assumed that they saw the doll as a wonderful girl that looked exactly like a girl they must've known. That was much better than sitting on a bench pretending a guy blow up doll was your lover, so he accepted their offer.
After that night, Rich Richardson was a much different man. A very DIFFERENT man. He started going to new clubs he'd never heard of before, and got into interior decorating, with each room in his mansion having its each theme. In fact, his buddy moved into one of those rooms. They didn't "pursue the adult pleasures" in the same way they had before, preferring to keep each other company. The same can be said for the artist and the construction worker.
THE END