Her heart pounded as her feet brought her closer to the steps leading up to the plinth.Īll around her punters continued to feed coins into the slots, and the quietness of her thoughts was drowned by the chinking, whirring hubbub. A girl needed to know that her needs would be met, and there was no greater need, when the time came, than to surrender to the spit. It was hard at first to reconcile the innocent beauty of the artifact with a function so blatantly cruel, and yet so necessary. Her eye flicked across to the girl being set in place on one of several barbecue pits that followed the curve of the lobby wall, who was still wriggling animatedly on a thick, pink-tinted crystal spit.
It beckoned her like an enthusiastic puppy impatient to demonstrate its favorite trick. It looked to the entire world like an original work of art, the smooth curves of its shell lacking only its intended complement of female concupiscence. Penny felt a full rush of excitement run through her at the sight of the transparent construct so elegantly positioned on its plinth, the focal point of the casino lobby. Dorothy sent it to me to preview and post.)
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