The headquarters of Xylotopic Industries was a large and lavish office building in the other end of the city. Lenny journeyed there in a cab. Her assignment was clear – and yet the theme of the advertisement that attracted her interest was one placed by Masters McClain. It read: "AN EXOTIC DANCER WANTED, FOR PROMOTION OF SENSATIONAL NEW PRODUCT, APPLY AT XYLOTROPIC INDUSTRIES INC."
As the cab swerved and jounced through the jungles of lights and traffic, Lenny thought back to Boss Carl's stern instructions. He had said that she must get this job, the chance to model the first market version of the Xylotrope.
"But," Boss Carl had thundered triumphantly, "when the time comes, you are going to put on a very different show than they expect from you."
It had taken Lenny Morgan quite awhile to understand the strange and complicated assignment that Boss Carl had given her. Now, riding inexorably toward the towering buildings that housed the Xylotropic Industries, she was totally committed. She hoped desperately that she had every detail straight in her mind.
The luscious blonde was ushered into a large and expensively furnished waiting room. Here she sat for several minutes and read the fashion magazines that she had found on the glass coffee table.
A short, fat man in a blue blazer energetically bounced through the door and announced that Mister McClain was ready to see her.
"Thank you." Lenny tried to sound as deferential as possible.
She followed the little fat man into the large office of the executive president of Xylotropic Industries.
This office was somehow less impressive than that of Boss Carl. There was something overly mechanical in the furnishings and decor.
The lights were made of bare metal rods and frames that extended from the wall like insectoidal appendages. The desk itself was constructed from some kind of aluminum alloy, and the entire large piece of furniture did not appear to weigh more than twenty pounds.
As though to demonstrate this fact, Masters McClain placed one ring-covered hand beneath the desk and lifted it easily from the floor.
"Another one of our marvelous inventions," he bragged in eunuchoid tones, "it's so light that a seven year old child can carry it around with complete ease."
Masters McClain was a short fellow with pale, fleshy features. He had, however, none of the hard, animal-like musculature of Boss Carl. His general appearance was that of a sexually underdeveloped stock-accountant.
Nevertheless, Lenny knew for a fact that the peculiar and somewhat repulsive man that sat before her was one of the most powerful and avaricious businessmen in the world. His company, Xylotropic Industries, had interests in business from electric toothbrush equipment to sperm bank research.
That was where Lenny came into his life.
She knew that she had to convince this odd fellow that she alone was capable of introducing the fiendish little Xylotrope machine. He must not fail to leave the room convinced that Lenny Morgan – and Lenny Morgan alone – could sell the male sex substitutor with the sensational appeal that would be needed.
She settled back into a soft chair and spread her lovely thighs. Her mini skirt snuggled up higher on her legs, giving the businessman a clear view up into the blonde thatch in her soft crotch.
"Well, Miss Morgan," Masters McClain began the interview in a high, cold voice, "I suppose that you are here in response to my advertisement."
"That's right, Mister McClain," Lenny answered seductively, "I'm very interested in modeling any new products you might have."
"Yes," the fat man allowed himself another peek up under the blonde dancer's dress. "Yes, I suppose you are. But the point is, I need someone very special to model a very special product. I have to be very certain of your qualifications."
Lenny stood abruptly and ripped open her blouse. The magnificent and flawless breasts fell free. She stood there in haughty silence for several moments, her legs spread wide and her hands on her hips.
"Harumph," Masters McClain coughed nervously. The truth of the matter was that this famous and wealthy man was not very comfortable in the presence of good-looking women. "Yes. Harumph! Harumph! I… I, uh see that you have the obvious qualifications necessary. But tell me, Miss Morgan, how much performing have you done?"
She strode commandingly to his aluminum desk and stared sternly down at him. "I've done enough. I've always been applauded, wherever I went." Her smile was sensually meaningful.
Its significance did not escape the short executive.
"Perhaps," he began tentatively, "perhaps we should arrange some kind of an audition."
"An audition?" Lenny raised her eyebrows innocently, "whatever do you mean, Mr. McClain?"
The tiny man laughed sinisterly. "Imenlo!" he called through his intercom, "Imenlo! Come in here at once!"
The man who appeared in the doorway seemed only half-human. He was extremely large, perhaps seven feet tall, and his body rippled with over developed muscles.
"Miss Morgan," McClain introduced the strange man to her, "this is my associate, Imenlo. He specializes in this sort of activity." In point of fact, Lenny thought that this last statement was probably true. But she honestly wondered if this strange new guy on the scene would speak to her or merely grunt and scratch at his underarms.
In truth, Imenlo did neither. He looked at the young blonde woman for several minutes, then began to undress himself hastily.
"Just a fucking minute!" protested the hesitant Lenny. "I usually get paid for my services."
"Of course," Masters McClain bent over his and produced an ornate looking checkbook, "I'll be glad to write you a check, my dear Miss Morgan. How much do you require?"
"Six-hundred dollars."
Masters scratched out that amount on the check with his pen and then handed the small green paper to Lenny. On the check, she was surprised to see a replica of the tiny sex machine that she had previously seen in Boss Carl's office. It was the Xylotrope!
She paused only for a second, then deposited the check in her handbag. With great poise and grace, Lenny Morgan turned to the beastly figure of Imenlo.
The brute grinned and made a low guttural sound in his throat, "Guh, guh, guhrooveee!"
"Yes, quite so Imenlo, quite groovy." Masters McClain lit a long, thin cigar and leaned back in his swivel chair. "If you don't mind, Miss Morgan, I would like to watch."
She merely nodded and looked appraisingly at the figure of Imenlo. As this huge fellow began to undress, he exposed a body almost completely covered with hair. It brought back to her fond memories of the affair with the gorilla.
Lenny slipped her blouse off from her shoulders and unfastened her skirt, which fell gently to the carpeted floor. She turned toward the evil grinning figure of McClain and began a most lascivious dance.
Her hips thrust vigorously out toward the small man, who ogled and puffed at the pencil-thin cigar. Lenny knew that this little bastard was the one she must please. Poor old Imenlo was no more than a tool in his master's hands.
Of course, she realized with a shudder, if things went well for Xylotropic Industries, all of us might be helpless tools in the hands of this little eunuch.
By this time lovely Lenny was clad in nothing but her black lace panties, which she always wore on occasions of this sort. With a wiggling of her full and desirable hips, the blonde beauty managed to work the filmy underpants down over her knees. She began to moan and croon most seductively as she did this.
Poor old Imenlo was going out of his mind. He pawed and thrashed at his clothing, ripping them off as though they were no more than mere encumbrance. When finally an absolutely naked creature, he sprang toward Lenny with lust in his eyes.
She held him off and scolded him like one might scold a disobedient child.
"No, not yet you big bastard, be patient." Lenny caressed her smooth and curvaceous body with temptingly familiar hands. "I'm beautiful, don't you think so, Imenlo?"
Imenlo grunted enthusiastically in reply.
"Do you like my breasts?" she asked, cradling the two beautiful fruits in her hands.
Imenlo nodded and scratched at his chest with a huge, hairy hand. Lenny expected this ugly brute of a man to start thumping on his breast and shouting out the cry of the jungle any minute. Nevertheless, she went on dutifully with her performance.
"Now, Imenlo, you be a good boy and I'll show you something else."
Imenlo backed up against the wall and tried to control the compulsive twitchings of his hairy torso. He wanted this woman in the worst way, yet he found it delightful to allow her to tempt him and order him around.
"A good boy would get down on his knees to a lovely girl like me." Lenny's voice was low and sensuous.
She moved her delicate fingers down from the jutting breasts to the swelling of her tummy.
"Wouldn't you like to nibble on my tummy?" she asked in a hoarse moan.
"Unnnn," Imenlo found it almost completely impossible to control himself now. His wide eyes watched with fascination as the woman's fingers slid down from her navel to the soft cleft between her thighs. "Unnnn," he grunted, "unnn, yaaaa."
Lenny smiled sweetly as she sped to her task; her skillful fingers spread the wetting lips of her cunt. She leaned back and swung her body in a slow circle, so that both men in the room would have a chance to see her pubic beauties.
"You look like such a nice man, Imenlo," she purred, "wouldn't you like to kiss me here?"
The hirsute ogre charged her then, driving his full length of cock up into her cunt simultaneously with his, knocking her forcibly from her feet. Lenny grunted as the huge shaft sunk into her, she had no time to think, it all happened much too fast.
Masters McClain sat on his swivel chair, rocking back and forth and puffing energetically on the skinny cigar. His lips cracked into a peculiar, somewhat unpleasant smile.
Just as Lenny felt the huge organ smashing up into her for a third time, she saw Imenlo's face freeze into a pallid contortion. He was coming.
His climax was sudden and violent. It was over as quickly as it had begun. The beast had serviced her and promptly fell asleep on top of her.
She struggled to get out from under him. Finally, she succeeded in pulling herself from under the hairy mound.
Mister McClain was staring at her with an odd, superior smile on his thin lips.
"Really, now, Miss Morgan," he chided, "wasn't that a rather unpleasant and sordid experience?"
She looked back at the hirsute form that was now supine on the carpeted floor of the office. The monstrous Imenlo was now sound asleep. It seemed unlikely to Lenny that anyone would be able to awaken him for hours.
"Yes," she said pointedly, "I suppose it was."
"Well," it was obvious that Masters McClain was going to go into an extended apostrophe of the blessings of his newest love machine. "In that case, and if we may be so presumptuous as to say that what is the case with Lenny Morgan is probably even more the case with the average woman, that it is plain to us that a woman in the modern world does not get the satisfaction that she deserves. Not, that is, from her sexual counterpart in the human species. It is to alleviate this exact situation that we at Xylotropic Industries have invented the machine that I'm about to show you."
He produced the Xylotrope with a stately gesture. The machine – in full size and splendor – was as repulsive looking to Lenny as it had been when Boss Carl showed her his working model.
"My, my," she lied, "what an exciting looking gadget!"
McClain smiled proudly and went into a dissertation on its advantages. "This is our pride and joy, the Xylotrope. It is a sexual device, designed to fit the stimulatory needs of the female genitalia. With proper instruction in its use, even the most frigid of women may achieve orgasm in a matter of seconds."
"My goodness," Lenny commented coyly, "in just a matter of seconds?"
McClain cast a gloating look in her direction. Then he pressed a lever on the aluminum desk. His chair descended and allowed him to walk around the desk to the center of the room. With a start, Lenny realized that the man was practically a midget. Apparently the mechanical swivel chair was designed particularly to jack him up so that he appeared to be of normal stature when he was seated behind the desk.
Masters McClain was bragging unashamedly now, he kicked unkindly at the snoring inert bulk that was Imenlo.
"The fact of the matter is, Miss Morgan, that this machine, if properly distributed, could revolutionize the feminine approach to sexuality. This kind of boor," he kicked out even harder at the oblivious body of Imenlo, "this revolting phenomenon we call masculinity, would become entirely obsolete."
The little man whirled to stare fanatically up at Lenny.
"I can guarantee that the pleasure received from my little machine is powers above that that any mere man can give to a woman. These little fuckers will sell like hot cakes."
Lenny trembled with disgust at the entire concept, but she forced herself to lie as Boss Carl had directed. "I'm sure they will, Mister McClain."
"You may call me Masters," he said with an offhand wave of his tiny, fat hand. "The problem, however, is promotion. For years now, people like that sonofabitch Boss Carl have been selling sexuality in all its grotesque forms. Sex with animals, sex with other women, even sex with men! Distasteful as hell, don't you agree?"
"Uh, yes, of course, I mean, disgusting."
"Good. I'm glad that you are a sensible girl and you can see the frailties in the entire psychosexual system that bastards like Boss Carl have imposed upon us. Your job…"
"Yes?"
"Your job, Miss Morgan, will be to sell this idea to some of the most important people in the country. I am coming out with a male equivalent of the Xylotrope very shortly. So, we won't have to worry about boys becoming jealous of girls. No, our problem is to convince people that the basic concept of sex within the animal world is not only disgusting, it's also inefficient!"
Lenny trembled with disgust. She thought that this was quite possibly the most horrid man that she had ever met.
Masters reached out and punched a button on the desk.
"I'm going to call up now and arrange another audition for you. If you can succeed in this one, I think you've got the job."
Lenny stared at him in disbelief. When were these infernal tests going to cease?
Lenny nodded and stood staring at this truly unusual gentleman. She was overawed by his poise and sophisticated manner.
"Mr. Cubbings is one of our true believers," McClain went on cheerfully, "he will operate the controls on the Xylotrope used in our world premiere demonstration. Of course, you understand, we will be using a model that is a great deal more advanced than the type that will ultimately be distributed. However, that is to be taken for granted in the business practices of the modern world. The housewives will be quite satisfied with their more economical counterparts, eh?"
Lenny grinned, so even in this kind of insane plot, the twistings and turnings of the devious businessman remained the same. They were not going to demonstrate the model that would actually be sold! She made a mental note to pass this information along to her boss.
The sophisticated Cubbings ordered a couple of men in uniforms of the Xylotropic company to bring in a control panel and a larger, more complicated version of the machine Lenny had seen several times before.
It was somewhat more delectable in appearance, made into a rather life-like mock-up of the human male genitalia. Lenny gasped to see the size of the plunger device. It was a good foot and a half long!
"There's nothing to fear, my little dove," Cubbings comforted, "the disk computer has already been programmed to compensate for any discrepancies in size of the vaginal opening and the plunger device. There is no danger of… how should I put it… of physical damage due to overuse."
"That's good." Lenny managed through trembling lips.
"At any rate, I suggest we begin immediately," the little man strode to help the workmen unpack the machinery.
In a matter of moments the entire set-up was arranged properly. McClain invited the workmen to remain and watch.
"We may as well," he whined, "get Miss Morgan used to an audience."
Cubbings sat on a small stool connected to the control panel. He smiled encouragingly at Lenny and turned a dial to the on position.
She had been instructed to place the machine between her thighs, but not up into her cunt. She was of course, completely naked.
"There is no place for stripping here," McClain had said, self-righteously.
The machine was beginning to vibrate now, it whirred and ground and even seemed to glow slightly from the pulsing current which flowed through it.
"You will have to familiarize yourself completely with the instrument, of course, Miss Morgan. The demonstration will show you some of some of its fine points."
"Of course," she replied with terror in her heart.
The machine in her hand began to secrete its lubricating fluid.
"Begin to play with it, now," Cubbings instructed as he twiddled the dials on the control panel.
"How do you want me to play with it?"
McClain let out a hideous laugh that was not unlike the cackle of Boss Carl. "My dear," he said, "you must enjoy some foreplay. It would be too unnatural if you didn't, eh?"
With a rising nausea in the pit of her stomach, Lenny fondled the monstrous plunger. To her surprise, it grew stiffer and longer at her touch.
"Good," commented Cubbings at the controls.
Oddly, Lenny began to feel a growing affection for the weird little device in her hands. She caressed the phallic plunger more vigorously, ruggedly pulling at its tip, then slapping it around a bit to test its malleability.
"Very good, my darling," interjected the suave Cubbings. His hands were moving along the control panel very quickly, now.
With an impulse, Lenny took the plunger into her mouth and began to suck on it. The device stirred between her lips, selling up to full size and then diminishing slightly, only to swell up once again. With a shudder that was not totally unpleasant, Lenny realized that this machine was throbbing like a gigantic cock.
"Ummmmm," she moaned.
"Great!" exclaimed Cubbings at the controls.
Lenny let the thing reach far down into her throat, and then she pulled back a little way and began to rotate her lips on the head of the plunger. The tiny slit in the end of the contrivance secreted a trickle of warm fluid. It tasted very sugary. To her surprise, Lenny found that she liked it very much.
"Yum."
"What?" McClain had taken out a note pad. Apparently he was keeping a record of her reactions to the machine.
"Yum," she replied, "it tastes so good!"
"Oh, yes, quite so." McClain remained quite dispassionate. He directly transcribed Lenny's every word into the notebook. A record for the company files.
Cubbings, however, was not so dispassionate. He bounced up and down on his stool. Caressing and twiddling the dials as though they were objects of love. He began to rock back and forth on the stool now, moving in a kind of simulated intercourse. Obviously, the man enjoyed his work immensely.
Lenny saw little of this; she found her eyes closing in mounting passion. Between her legs, the familiar hot feeling was boiling up. She could feel her woman juices trickling down the insides of her creamy white thighs.
With a cry of passionate delight, the curvaceous blonde began to kiss the plunger feverishly. Running her hungry mouth up and down its full length. The pores of the plunger secreted the same sugary fluid; she lapped in greedy joy.
"Yummmmm," she moaned, "Yummmmmm."
"What now?" queried the business-like McClain, "what is your exact sensation, please?"
"The taste," she purred happily, "it tastes so good."
"Maple syrup," said McClain coldly. "A special innovation of my own."
Lenny lapped and kissed and sucked on the device for several more moments. Then she began to run her hand along the rubberized base. To her shock, the flat disk of material responded to her touch with an increased vibration and a sudden oozing of the same sweet syrups.
"Groovy," she cried, "what a fantastic thing!"
"Yes!" shouted Cubbings, now almost totally out of control behind the instrument panel. "Yes! You're wonderful Miss Morgan!"
"Can I have it in me now?" she whispered desperately.
"Well," McClain seemed rather reluctant. He surveyed the smooth glistening flesh of Lenny's shapely body. She had fallen backwards onto the lush carpeting and was beginning to move the device down toward her open, famished cunt. "First, why don't you let the machine give you a little foreplay?"
"How?" she cried out desperately.
"Yes!" screamed Cubbings, who was now bouncing up and down on his stool most vigorously.
"Simply by letting it massage and titillate your body, my dear." McClain was still quite calm and scientific, jotting every word, every motion down into his pad.
Lenny held the machine against her breasts. At first, she was unable to produce anything like a satisfactory result. But after a moment's experimentation, she found that by packing it tightly between her large and well-shaped breasts, with the plunger rocking vigorously up and down her cleavage, and the base of the machine throbbing against her rigid nipples, in this manner, she received the most exciting sensation she'd had in a long time.
"Aiheee!" cried Cubbings, gripping the edge of the control panel tightly with his white knuckles. "Don't stop!"
"Ummmmm," Lenny crooned to the Xylotrope, "don't stop!"
And the machine, of course, did not stop. Instead it sensed the excited heart beat in the lovely breast, the glistening sweat that beaded out all over Lenny's body. This information was fed back into the computer and transposed into heightened activity on the part of the plunger device.
The two workmen, who were seated in the far corner, became so excited that wet stains appeared on their trousers at this point in the audition.
"More, more!" screeched Lenny in her desire.
"Arghhh!" screamed one of the workman as his sperm burst like gunshots from the end of his excited prick.
"Not so fast," mumbled the irate McClain, as he scrawled furiously on the pages of his notebook.
Zipping along furiously enough itself, the Xylotrope began to bounce the magnificent mammaries up and down violently on Lenny's chest. She smiled and parted her lips slightly, letting a drop of passion-fevered saliva escape from the corner of her mouth.
"Probe!" screamed Cubbings, turning a dial all the way up on the control panel. "Probe into your hot little box with it! The machine wants your cunt, give it some!"
"Oh!" Lenny felt as though the machine itself had wrenched from the lovely breasts and forged on down toward the open vagina. "Yes, please do it! Do it!"
Machines obey mankind, thought Cubbings, as he saw the plunger begin to peck at the wide-open blonde cunt of the exotic dancer. He twisted another dial. He thought to himself that he hoped the research on the male component would speed up some. He was tired of vicarious pleasure. The gentlemanly Cubbings had a real hunger for action.
The Xylotrope was homing in on the throbbing clitoris now – that mysterious little knob that brings all pleasure to womankind. It massaged lightly at first, lubricating its efforts with the maple syrup solution.
"Ummmm," crooned the lovely Lenny, "do me, do me more!"
The workmen, who had already experienced orgasm, now became aroused again. If they had not been checked by the presence of their boss, they both would have leapt from their corner and torn the avaricious machine away from the full, sensuous body. They would have replaced the drilling Xylotropic plunger with their own devices.
"Screw her!" cheered one. The other looked at his companion blankly for a moment and then turned back to gaze at the remarkable event before his eyes. He too felt the energy of the spectacle flowing into his veins. He too began to cheer and encourage the mysterious little mayhem machine.
"Yeah, Xylotrope!" they roared enthusiastically, "go big plunger, put it to her!"
Lenny was oblivious to their cries. She was only aware of that huge, hot rubberized plunger that probed so enticingly with her clit. Electric twinges of passion shot up through her loins. It was fantastic!
"Come on! Come on!" she screamed desperately.
With a mechanical lunge, the plunger drove up into Lenny's cunt, searching deeper and deeper into her with every thrust.
She spread her thighs and groped eagerly at the small device between her legs. "Bliss! I see bliss!" she cried joyfully.
"Hmmm," grumbled the cold McClain as he noted this on his pad. "Very unusual."
But Cubbings and the workmen were more enthusiastic observers. The workmen had taken out their prongs and began to pull industriously at them. Their faces were bright red and their eyes were riveted on the scene that was unfolding in front of them.
Cubbings was thrashing his arms about over the control panel like a concert pianist. But his vocal administrations resembled nothing like a reserved, classical musician.
"Screw her! Plug her! Put it home! It's gorgeous!" it was difficult to tell whether his shouting was prompted by his speech impediment or by the excitement he was intensely experiencing.
"Make me come, machine!" Lenny commanded deliciously, "Make me come!"
Cubbings reached out for a switch. He flicked with colossal energy, then hunched over the control panel, watching Lenny's reactions with greedy, gleaming eyes.
The peculiar talents of the Xylotrope enabled it to give vibrant pleasure to the lips of the vagina simultaneously with stimulation of the clitoris and deep penetration. That was the nature of the features designed by the devious Masters McClain himself. "Go! Go! Go!" Lenny roared as the maximum pitch of the Xylotropic screw was reached.
"Good, baby!" Cubbings was crouched over the control panel now like a tiger ready to spring. His entire body was focused on the tiny point of Lenny's clitoris. He was almost experiencing the sensation of enjoying her with his own rigid cock.
The workmen collapsed in completely satisfied exhaustion. They had been treated to the show of their lives.
"Damn you! Make me come!" Despite its super-technical prowess, the machine did not seem to be able to force the lovely blonde over the brink of climax.
"Shit!" muttered the disturbed McClain. He wondered if something might have gone wrong with the machine or with the girl, or perhaps with both. This might, he thought, prove to be a serious development.
But Lenny, despite her desperate need for the release of cordial orgasm, remembered the orders of Boss Carl. No matter what her own personal reaction might be, she was to pretend to reach an incredible and complete climax at the appropriate moment.
One thing was certain – she wanted it. She wanted it more than she had ever wanted it in her life. But she began to wonder if this damn little machine would be able to give it to her.
Cubbings strained over the edge of the control panel. He too, was experiencing difficulties. He had been triggered to the peak of excitement primarily by Lenny's reaction to the love machine itself. Now, he was feeling cheated. He did not want to come until she too had climaxed violently and spontaneously before his eyes.
"Hurry!" he shouted.
"Hurry, hurry!" screamed Lenny desperately.
"Hmmmmm," McClain shook his head despondently. This was not quite the reaction he had hoped for.
Lenny cast a desperate eye about the room. They were all watching her. With the exception of the slumbering workmen of course. She knew that she must do something fast!
With a sudden writhing of her perfect body, the blonde woman on the strange little sex machine rammed the plunger up into her womb – the entire foot and a half of plunger throbbed with mechanical delight. Lenny's face turned white, and her mouth contorted into a wide cavern.
Cubbings marveled at the beauty of this woman. Even in the throes of sexual agony she managed to remain pretty, yes, that was it, she was the prettiest woman he had ever seen. Even at the moment of climax.
Lenny screamed as loudly as she could. To her, it was a scream of anguish, for it was obvious to her now that the machine could not completely fulfill her needs. But to the eagerly waiting Cubbings and McClain, the scream was the pronouncement of their ultimate success.
"Aihhheeee!" Lenny cried out.
She screwed her open, needful cunt down onto the machine with horrendous energy.
Cubbings came all over the control board. His hot come splattered across the dials and flashing red lights.
His head fell in happy exhaustion.
He was too pooped by his experience to take account of the dials. If he had, he would have seen that the dial marked "Orgasm Meter" remained completely motionless.
Lenny was a quick thinker; she could feel nothing new in her hot, wet vulva. That meant that she had not fooled the Xylotrope itself. It continued to pump at her energetically, holding back its release of the artificial sperm until the moment its computer system told it that Lenny was climaxing.
McClain was decorated by a broad, gloating smile. But he was watching her with a renewed doubt. True, she showed every outward sign of climax, but he sensed that something was missing. In the extravagant pride he had experienced at her first screams of fulfillment, he had lost track of the sense-data he had been so carefully noting down.
Now he turned his eyes toward the control board. Perhaps, he thought quickly, perhaps I had better check the dials myself. One could never be too careful in this business.
Lenny saw his move. A surge of deep fear flushed through her body. She remembered that Boss Carl had threatened to kill her if she did not pass his final test. If the stakes were that high, she reasoned desperately, wouldn't Masters McClain do me in if he suspected treachery?
Of course he would.
She turned completely pale. All of her sexual excitement seemed suddenly conquered by that most human of emotions – fear. A horrid shudder drove through her body to the very core. For an instant, her heart stopped beating completely, then it raced madly ahead in terror.
The omnipresent computer read this data as it was transmitted back through the Xylotrope. A whirring of gears and gauges commenced immediately.
It did not take long for the result to be determined.
Within a hundredth of a second of her physical reaction, the dials on the control panel registered their verdict.
With a rough gesture, Masters McClain shoved the limp body of the exhausted Cubbings aside. He peered intently at the meters.
First, he noted in his book the exact time that the red warning light appeared on the center panel. Then he read and transcribed the readings on the heartbeat graph, on body temperature, and on probable blood pressure.
Finally, his eyes turned to the meter marked "Orgasm Meter."
A lewd smile crossed his face as he saw the direction in which the indicator pointed. He had designed it himself to read either: NO ORGASM. PARTIAL ORGASM. COMPLETE ORGASM. Or, SUPER ORGASM.
Aha, he thought to himself with an evil surge of triumph, computers do not lie!