Chapter 42 – Molded
by Kleo Erili
Velvet Sleeve headquarters was located on the third floor of a glass office building in the expensive center of Valley City, where a real little tech district had formed over the last few years. On the ground floor, a sign advertised an app startup that claimed to want to revolutionize the future of pet photography. The second floor was home to a company that delivered sustainable smoothies and paid close attention to the working conditions of banana pickers in Nicaragua, but unfortunately not so much to the working conditions of their delivery men here in the city.
And directly above it was a company that manufactured velvety soft masturbators modeled after porn star genitals. Velvet Sleeve.
Welcome to the twenty-first century.
The entrance hall was minimalist and cool, with polished concrete floors and walls in various shades of gray and abstract works of art on the walls, which, upon closer inspection, clearly suggested erotic forms.
Behind the reception desk sat a young woman in an elegant black outfit who looked up when Chloe entered.
“Hi, Chloe, so nice to meet you!” A professional smile. “I’m Lisa. Welcome to Velvet Sleeve. We’re very happy to have you here.”
“Hi!” Chloe automatically switched into Chloe Heart mode. “Thanks, I’m really excited too!”
“I’ll take you to the molding lab in a minute,” Lisa explained as she led Chloe past several closed doors down a corridor. “The team will be ready in a moment. The whole process takes about an hour, maybe a little longer.”
“Cool!”
They reached a small waiting area with comfortable leather armchairs and a coffee table covered with glossy magazines. Through a glass wall, Chloe could see parts of a brightly lit room that looked like a cross between a doctor’s office and a movie studio.
“The team is getting everything ready,” Lisa said. “Can I get you something to drink? Water, coffee, tea?”
“Water would be great.”
When Lisa disappeared, Chloe took out her cell phone. If this was going to happen, it would be on her terms.
She opened the camera, held up her phone, and started filming. She wanted to stay in control of the presentation.
“Hey, everyone!” She kept her voice bright and excited. “I’m at Velvet Sleeve today, and something very special is about to happen!” She tilted the phone slightly so that the view through the glass wall to the Molding Lab behind her was visible. “Look how stylish it is here! I’m so excited, I can’t wait to show you what we’re working on here today!”
She stopped recording and watched it back. Good enough. She could edit it later, maybe put one of those silly filters on it. Then she changed her mind and sent the video to Maven. Why waste time?
Before Lisa could come back with the water, the glass door opened and a young woman in casual clothes and with a friendly face stepped out.
“Chloe? I’m Kim. We’re ready for you.”
The Molding Lab was larger than she had expected. White walls, bright ceiling lights, an examination table in the middle that reminded her a little of Dr. Harris’ office. Several work surfaces with bowls, tools, and computer monitors lined the walls. There was a faint smell of disinfectant and something else she couldn’t quite identify. Silicone, perhaps?
Two other people were in the room. A younger man, perhaps in his early twenties, with tousled brown hair and a nervous smile, and an older man in his mid-thirties with dark skin and a calm, focused aura.
“This is Alex and Arjun,” Kim introduced them.
“Hi!” Chloe waved cheerfully.
Alex’s face turned slightly red. “Hi, I, um… I’m a big fan.”
Kim rolled her eyes. “Alex.”
Chloe laughed. “It’s okay! Hey, would you like to take a selfie with me? I’d post it as behind-the-scenes content.”
Alex’s face lit up. “Really? That would be… yes, please!”
They stood next to each other, Chloe held up her phone, and they both smiled at the camera.
“Okay,” Kim said after the photo was taken. “Let’s get started. Chloe, you can change over there. Take off your bottoms, you can leave everything else on.”
“Can I keep my socks and shoes on too? My feet get cold quickly.”
“Sure, no problem!”
A small screen in the corner offered minimal privacy. Chloe took off her sneakers, slipped off her shorts and thong, placed both neatly on a chair, and then put her sneakers back on.
Then she went to the examination table, sat down on it, spread her legs at Kim’s request, and hooked her hands behind her knees. She felt weird doing this.
Come on, how many people have seen me like this? Thousands at least. It’s no big deal.
Kim and Arjun gathered materials, and Alex visibly tried to appear professional, but his gaze kept wandering back to her. Or rather, between her legs.
“Okay, Chloe.” Kim stepped up beside her. “Before we start the actual molding, we need to make sure everything looks optimal. That means you’ll need to stimulate yourself a little.”
She handed her a device that Chloe recognized immediately. A Magic Wand.
“The increased blood flow makes the clitoris and labia more visible,” Kim explained matter-of-factly. “That makes the impression more realistic and detailed.”
Of course. Why not?
Chloe took the wand. “Sure, makes sense.”
You’ve done much stranger things in front of larger audiences. This is nothing.
She turned on the device, the familiar hum filled the room and then she pressed it against herself. Meanwhile, the technicians continued to prepare the mold.
Her body reacted as bodies do. She felt the blood rush to her most intimate areas, her labia swelled and her clitoris protruded.
Without thinking twice, she reached for her cell phone, which was lying next to her on her bag, and took a selfie.
“Ready for my mold!” she typed as a caption and posted it.
“That should be enough,” Kim said after a minute or two. “You can stop.”
Chloe turned off the wand and put it aside.
Kim fetched a camera. “First, I’ll take a few reference photos. For the proportions and details.”
Without further explanation, she began photographing Chloe’s private parts from various angles. Click. Click. Click.
Like a crime scene. CSI: Pussy.
She had to suppress a grin. Alex approached with a large bowl containing a thick green substance.
“This is our molding compound,” he explained. “It’s the same material used in Hollywood for special effects. Don’t worry, it looks a little gross, but it’s completely non-toxic and skin-friendly.”
He put on latex gloves and knelt between her spread legs.
“I’m going to apply this now. It feels a little cool at first.”
A fan kneeling between my legs, smearing his green slime on my pussy. I could probably charge money for a video of this.
The first contact made her flinch. The substance was cool and sticky, with a consistency unlike anything she had ever felt before. At least not down there. It reminded her a little of Nutella. Alex worked methodically, spreading the material over her entire vulva, gently pressing it into every fold with his gloved fingers.
A strange shiver ran down her spine as the substance completely covered her most intimate area.
“Now we have to wait about ten minutes for it to harden,” Kim said. “Try not to move.”
Chloe lay still and looked around the room, somewhat bored. The minutes crawled by. The compound slowly grew warmer and firmer, molding itself to her shape.
“Okay,” Alex finally said. “I’m going to remove it now.”
Carefully, almost tenderly, he pulled the hardened cast off her. A slight tug, then it came away.
And there it was.
A green cast of her genitals, which Alex held up like a trophy. Every fold, every texture, every detail perfectly preserved.
“Wow,” Kim said appreciatively. “That turned out really well. Looks great.”
Chloe sat up slightly and looked at the thing. Then she grabbed her phone and took a photo.
Content is content.
“Now for the digital scan,” said Arjun, who was holding a handheld scanner. “It’ll be quick.”
He positioned himself between her legs and began to slowly move the scanner over her vulva. A 3D model appeared in real time on his laptop.
It was fascinating and disturbing at the same time. The resolution was frighteningly detailed. She could see every tiny wrinkle on the screen, every pore that was still a little red from shaving.
I am being digitized.
She, or at least a rather intimate and personal part of her, was becoming a commodity, and she could watch it happen in real time. The technicians were professional and the process was clean and clinical, but the fundamental absurdity remained. She kept the Chloe Heart smile as she processed this.
“That’s it,” Arjun finally said. “We have everything we need.”
Kim handed her some wet wipes and pointed to the screen. “You can clean yourself up and get dressed now.”
Chloe nodded, took the wipes, and went behind the screen. As she got dressed, she heard the technicians talking quietly among themselves. They seemed satisfied with the result of their work.
When she came back out, all three were waiting for her.
“Thank you for being so professional,” Kim said. “That was really easy.”
“Thank you.” Chloe meant it sincerely. They had done their job without being unpleasant. The whole thing could have easily been so much worse. “That was… an interesting experience.”
Alex grinned shyly. “And thanks for the selfie.”
Chloe winked at him, then followed Lisa, who accompanied her to the door, back through the sterile corridors and out into the afternoon sun of Valley City.
In the taxi home, she opened Hitter and saw that her selfie with the Magic Wand had already collected hundreds of likes and there was some enthusiastic feedback in response to the slightly more PG video that Maven had edited for her and uploaded as a story on Instapic. She posted the selfie with Alex right after that.
But as she stared out the window at the passing city, she couldn’t shake the strange feeling. The knowledge that a part of her now existed separately from her, prepared to be duplicated and sold.
Whatever. Twenty-five thousand dollars. Focus on that.
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The next day, Chloe lay on her bed, her laptop balanced on her stomach, scrolling through the reactions to her Velvet Sleeve content. The numbers were impressive. The selfie with the Magic Wand had garnered over two thousand likes alone, and the comments ranged from enthusiastic to what she now classified as “creatively disturbing.”
She snorted softly. Her phone vibrated on the nightstand. She reached for it and froze when she saw the name on the push notification.
Valeria Cruz.
It sounded almost warm, but Chloe remembered Valeria’s last message after the party all too well. “Next time, I expect you to be more attentive.”
Her phone vibrated again.
It was Elena. So soon after a party invitation from Valeria, could it be a coincidence?
Chloe answered the call. “Hey, Elena.”
“Chloe.” Elena’s voice sounded more tense than usual. “Did you get an invitation too? For Saturday?”
“Just now. From Valeria herself.”
A short pause on the other end. “Can we meet up? I… I want to talk to you. Before we go to the party.”
That doesn’t sound good.
“Sure. When?”
“In an hour? Bistro La Plaza?”
“I’ll be there.”
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