Hm, that sounds like an invitation if ever you heard one, You ponder your choices. Your hand moves towards the cheapest cupcake, but Cindy shoot you a glance and shakes her head slowly.
You move on to the $500 cupcake, and Cindy rolls her eyes and blows a few bangs out of her face in a display of boredom.
"You *could* pick that one...," concedes Cindy. "But I'd make it worth your while if you pick the Twinkies. Or the Ho-hos. Or whatever they are."
You look at the thousand-dollar novelty cakes, then to Cindy, then back to the novelty cakes.
My god, you realize. Cindy is stacked like a brick shithouse. Andin a flash, you're fumbling for your wallet.
"Er, will you take a check?" you ask meekly.
"Oh, don't worry, I know you're good for it." Cindy smiles sinfully and picks up the miniature cake logs. She unceremoniously spears one with a black fingernail and drives her finger all the way down its length.
"Open wide!" Instinctively, you open your mouth. Before you know it, she's jamming half of the cake log into your mouth.
"Don't forget to lick the cream! That's the best part," Cindy says with perhaps the most devious smile you've ever seen.
With little choice, you stick your tongue into the end of the snack cake that's in your mouth. Soon her finger is tickling your tongue, and Cindy withdraws her finger from your mouth.
While you're distracted Genevieve takes the wallet from your hand. "Not that we don't trust you, of course. Just some collateral," Genevieve says in the most business-like manner.
You bite asmuch as you can chew and put the set the rest of the cake on the table. Cindy feigns exhaustion. With her forearm across her forehead, she says with exaggerated beathiness:
"Whew! That was a great warmup! But for the main course, you're need to bring a friend. Don't worry, we'll be right waiting for you. You can even bring him over to the sorority house tonight. Unless you want one of *my* friends to play with us."
Somewhere in the back of your head, you're think back to an English class you slept through. A simile... or was it a metaphor. This cake must symbolize something, but what?
But you don't have too much time to think this through. By now, Cindy has wrapped an arm snugly around Rose and Genevieve in an obvious sign of sisterly love. Cindy buries her head in Rose's lustrous hair. The girls await your answer.
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