Fourth morning

I had now officially been a dildo for 4 days and it sucked. I was a mere passive observer and my interactions were limited to cuddling, fucking and conversation with a phone with limited access.

I had told Noki about the intrusion of the man, but he barely reacted to it, saying that it was a wedding house and thefts occurred all the time. Even the comment, that the thief did not steal anything, failed to elicit a reaction in him.

As I looked closer at him, I noticed that his screen was cracked in one place and his voice was slightly slurred.

'What happened to you? I asked him with anxiety clouding my voice. It wouldn't help my cause to have the only companion die on me.

'A man bumped into the woman and I fell down,' he replied, after which there was a beep and he switched off. There was no further response from him even though I tried calling him several times. I was now on my own here. It had never bothered me before, being on my own. I loved my independence, returning to a calm and quiet apartment at night, no pets, just a cactus and an Aloe Vera plant that could survive even if I forgot to water it.

I then thought of the man who was supposed to have bumped in the woman. Could it have been a deliberate attempt to make her late to give more time to the man to go through the things? Or was I being paranoiac? But then who wouldn't after being transformed into an inanimate object like a dildo? Heck, I wasn't even battery animated or made from medical silicone like those modern ones.

As for the woman, after a quick trip to the room she had left once again. I couldn't see her expression as her face was hazy, but the tensed way in which she held her shoulders indicated that she was not fine.

I looked outside through the window, but apart from some Eucalyptus trees framed by a blue sky, I couldn't see much. From time to time, when the wind would blow I could hear some children's playful shrieks and some music. But apart from that, there was no indication that a marriage was about to take place.

I wondered if the bachelorette party had already taken place, those hen nights when girls would go wild and allow the bride-to-be to enjoy her last night of freedom before being forced to have sex with the same person until the rest of her prescribed married life until divorce make them part.

I participated in one once. The stripper the girls had hired in a bar had to leave early, leaving the bride edgy. I had been chatting with the bartender who was a friend and I had felt a light tap on my shoulder. When I turned I saw a young woman with a plastic crown with 'bride' written sliding to the side of her disheveled hair.

The bodice of her red satin dress was too tight over her bosom and her cleavage threatened to spill out at each deep breath. Plump breasts encased in black lingerie teased my gaze and her heady perfume wafted up to me. I could smell alcohol on her breath, but she wasn't drunk. Instead there was a kind of desperation in her eyes as she invited me to sit with her friends in a booth. The drinks would be on her, of course.

I nodded and she sashayed to the booth, swinging her round hips from side to side. While she was not my type, she managed to arouse me with her innocence. She sat next to me, half-leaning on my chest to let the other girls know that I was here for her and they let her.

From time to time she would arch her back and I would see the pink nipples encased in lace. She would caress my shoulders with her red-tainted fingertips making my skin break into goosebumps. Her hooded eyes invited me to come closer to her and as I wrapped my arms around her waist I could feel her pulse quicken. She moistened her lips and as I leaned in for a sip of her delectable lips, I tasted the saltiness of her tears.

Was she crying? Apparently she felt bad at cheating even though she wasn't officially married yet. While I appreciated her honesty, it was a real cold shower and I left a few minutes later, with her safely in her friends' arms. That was the last time I was going to be part of such a party.

A few minutes after the woman had left, the door was opened and I expected to see the woman again. But it wasn't her.