Rick positioned the mannequin with its back to Snake. Then Rick looked over at Snake who was totally absorbed in working on his skateboard. He was sure Snake couldn't hear the soft murmurs (well, really muffled screams) emanating from the anatomically correct mannequin. Rick hadn't expected an audience, but it Snake wasn't watching. He shook a new aerosol cannister, and started spraying another coat. Chad was silent as Rick emptied the third can.
Rick grinned. He was hungry. It was dinner time. Chad was silent. He could leave Chad and go get some food. He maneuvered a portable white board between Chad and the rest of the shop. Then he packed up his stuff.
"Say, Snake, you gonna be here a while?"
" At least a few hours, " he replied without looking up.
"Good, I'm going for dinner. Let me in when I come back. Okay?"
"Yeah, sure," he mumbled.
Snake set down his tools. He stretched, adjusted his crotch and walked slowly across the shop. Rick's art project wasn't going anywhere.
He pushed the white board aside and whistled. "Yeah, I know that ass belongs to our hot quarterback. Let's see how accurate the rest of Rick's sex doll is?" He grabbed Chad's butt and rotated around the pole. "Ew, still wet. This headlamp should dry you faster, Mr. Quarterback. I'm sure Rick won't mind be blowing a load of two in you. Damn, your cock is bigger than I expected." He flicked it with his gloves right index finger. He grabbed a couple heat lamps with fans and positioned them in front and behind the mannequin . "Hope you're dry when I get back with my lube. Christine said your erection was twice the size of mine. I didn't believe her, but dang it nearly is twice as big. I've seen Rick's art, and he's not this good. Has to be a life cast of Chad. Look at the veins and wrinkles. Tch, too bad it's only a life cast. But I can pretend it's really Chad."
Snake grinned lasciviously, and walked away. He only needed a half hour to duck the sex doll, and he probably had at least two hours b before Rick returned.
Chad could only stand there impaled as the heat lamps blew not air on him baking the mannequin spray into him. Sex doll? thought Chad. He was terrified of what Snake was planning, and couldn't help but wonder if Rick was planning the same thing?