Before Poggle could speak, another Ogle sidled up. This one had a tall thin head shaped like a banana, with a small mouth and tiny black glass eyes; his felt was an olive green. He had a little felt moustache and was smoking a little plastic cigarette, the smoke pluming away as wisps of black cotton wool. "I, uh, I got a question, Alice."
"Well, what is it, uh..."
"I'm Sleazle. I was uh, wondering..." The set abruptly shifted, the curtains descending and coming back up, and when they did, all the other Ogles were gone and it was just Alice and Sleazle back in that brothel bed set. "I wanted to pay for the 'more than the boobs' in the brothel." He coughed, looking around, to see if anyone was listening. Of course, everyone else was gone.
Alice's face contorted into that TV show presenter smile once more. "Well, of course! What are you looking for, sweetie?" She arched her back a little, letting the robe slip down to expose her shoulders. Sleazle opened his mouth to say he didn't know what he wanted, but he was cut off by Alice spieling off a price list. As she spoke, the letters whirled out of her mouth and hung in mid-air to form a priceboard. "Handjob is fifty bucks, blowjob is one hundred, two hundred to do it with me."
Sleazle began counting out bank notes, but looked from one stack of notes to the other. "Um... how much do I have here?"
Alice smiled reassuringly. "Oh, it's OK. I'll help you count. So you have ten twenty bucks bills. See?" She held up one of the green notes, with a picture of Papa Ogle in the centre where the President should be. What's ten times twenty?" The numbers hovered above her head.
"Oh!" Sleazle flicked his cigarette. "Two hundred! I have enough to do it with you!"
Alice took the banknotes and stuffed them under the pillow. Her brain was screaming, she was about to whore herself out to one of the Ogles, she was stuck in this kid's TV show and they were making her do... this! She slipped the robe off, exposing her round D cup boobs, still pert despite their hefty size, and jiggled them from side to side. Sleazle's eyes followed comically before crossing. "Come here, baby!"
She reared up and sat down. Her pelvis was below the fake pillow, so it didn't look like anything was happening. But she felt a sudden sensation just below the waist, down where Sleazle's bottom half didn't exist. It may not exist, but he was still fucking her! She couldn't see anything, by definition nothing existed down there, they were puppets! But her pussy was feeling stretched out and something was sliding in and out of her that had the distinct sensation of... of warm felt!
Against her will, Alice's body bounced up and down on that phantom cock, her tits jiggling into Sleazle's felt face as he lathered them with gropes and kisses from his puppet body. "Ugh! I'm about to...!" She expertly leaped off, lowering herself down to kneel, with only the top of her head visible. There was a cartoonish sound and she raised her head a little, a look of shock and disgust on her face. Alice raised a hand, touching what was on her face. And it was a puppet cumshot, her face, neck and breasts covered in slimy wet felt.
"Mmm, Alice, you're the best friend us Ogles could ever ask for!" chuckled Sleazle, looking woozy as he lit another fake cigarette. "Without you, I'd never have learned to multiply twenty by one hundred!"