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Marilyn
By D.B. Story
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
A special thanks to Mulligan, VW, Gorgo, and Deryk Bramwell for their excellent and much appreciated proofreading.
Marilyn posed in the resale window. The classic white dress she wore fell in broad pleats nearly to her ankles—or at least it would have if it weren't for the updraft. That outfit went well with her tight platinum blonde curls that created nostalgia for an era a century now past. She stood 166cm tall in her stocking feet—"five-five-five" as she liked to say in referring to her five feet and five-and-a-half inches in the obsolete measurement system of her namesake's time. The period heels she wore gave her another three inches of height, making her perfect against many of the leading men of the day.
The original Marilyn's face defined beauty the way her body's curves defined sex appeal for more than one generation. Her life overall also defined an often dysfunctional darker side seldom seen in the glare of the cameras that so persistently followed her during her years at the pinnacle of the world's infatuation. It was that darker legacy that followed this Marilyn here as well.
Without moving from the impossible pose she was required to hold as the Star in a holographic recreation of her most infamous moment, Marilyn checked the flawlessly applied lipstick on her perfect lips in the window reflection. With no recent contact to smudge it, no repair was necessary. She took a moment to tuck in an errant curl back into place. This action barely taxed her self-will, much less relieved her boredom, and could be justified by the command to present herself in her best light if actually questioned.
Marilyn stood on tireless legs. They needed to be, since her pose would have quickly strained any real woman. Despite its awkward look she was able to make it into a stable stance with those heels. It successfully gave the impression of seeing something forbidden about her—with the hint of much more to come. This same pose had once led to a divorce for her namesake. For this Marilyn hopefully, it would lead to a sale and survival.
When she'd first been placed in the window as a rare nostalgia model to attract buyers after being brought back for resale, someone had placed the fan underneath her to blow her dress up revealing her shapely legs. Marilyn had liked that. It made her programming react in a pleasurable way—as though she was fully fulfilling her function and reason for existence, which was to be sexy and available. Then a few days later they'd placed another 'bot in the window with her and turned the fan off. It seemed that Marilyn just wasn't valuable enough to rate the entire window to herself.
Marilyn knew this window pretty well by now. Three times she had been taken out of it to be paired with a potential new owner—and three times just as quickly returned again. She faced a lot of rejection for being nothing more than she was intended to be—as her namesake had a century earlier.
Marilyn glanced over to her current window partner, a Gigolo Jane Mark III. Jane stood tall and sexy in dark contrast to Marilyn's shorter blonde and white. Jane's straight brunette hair fell past a sculpted, almost expressionless face with an implied pout that somehow made men willing to do almost anything to bring a smile to it. Jane's black leather-and-latex cat-suit covered her completely from her neck down to her spike-heel fuck-me boots, yet did nothing to disguise her large bust, narrow waist, and long slim legs.