"Go," the voice told her.
Casey wasted precious time staring at her newest tool. The monstrous marker wasn't as big as the flashlight, but it was blunt and she figured she'd better lubricate it a bit first.
"I don't hear any slurping sounds, Casey. Are you that eager to advertise your services?" the voice asked.
Casey's answer came out muffled by the pen between her lips. She pulled it out, repeating, "No. I'm..." she grimaced, pushing the marker against her asshole, pulling the flashlight out most of the way. "Just trying to get it in."
"Try harder. You only have thirty seconds now..."
Casey gulped and pushed on the marker, wiggling it as she pushed. In spite of her recent activities it seemed to clench up, and she was only able to get an edge of it into her before time ran out.
"Time!" the voice called.
"That wasn't a minute!" she protested, cringing at how loud her voice sounded.
"Just for that you only get 55 seconds in each stall. Now think up something really juicy to say about yourself. And remember that it has to contain your name and phone number."
"Uh," Casey hesitated, staring at the wall with a sudden appreciation for writer's block. She couldn't think of a thing to say.
The voice sighed in her ear. "Shy? Let's start with something easy. Write this: 'For a good time call Casey' followed by your phone number."
"I...." Casey began, cutting herself off before she could say more, remembering that he'd reduce her time. With a soft sigh she started to write. "Done," she said.
"Next stall. Leave your clothes, remove the flashlight and marker.
"But... I'm going, sorry, I'm going," she said, but went slowly, peering out the stall before edging out towards the next one. |