Lilith III - Picking Dinner (Part 1)
by Leo

The four naked women in the pool interested Carol, but her current interest 
wasn't actually sexual. 'Ladies,' she called, 'out on the patio and line 
up.'

As the four now nervous women got out of the pool, a characteristic became 
apparent. Like Carol and her two assistants, they were totally nude. Unlike 
them, they had their pubic area shaved completely smooth. The reason was 
simple. This was Carol's place and she and her two assistants were the 
cooks. The four women were meat girls, and they knew why they were here at 
her house in the Florida Keys.

Carol had decided it was time to replenish the meat stock in the cooler. One 
of these four was going to be spitted and roasting over the coals soon. As 
they tensely lined up, Carol's mind made a distinct attitudinal shift. The 
women were no longer individual personalities, or even beautiful bodies. 
They were simply meat on the hoof, to be appraised for texture and content. 
Her meat inspection was done with all the professional impersonal appraisal 
of the master chef choosing dinner that Carol actually was. Who she'd slept 
with last night was far away in another world.

As she walked down the line studying the four naked females, she fell into 
her regular routine for meat evaluation. Breasts were given a perfunctory 
heft, or squeeze in the case of the Uruguayan girl, Ines. Breasts were very 
rich, but mostly fat and glands, not really top quality meat. Carol 
preferred to prepare them as dessert or use them in a stuffing. With the 
exception of the arms, which got a careful appraisal, most of the meat on a 
woman was from the waist down and all four of these women had nice meaty 
hips with legs to match. Carol ran her hand across each belly to check tone 
and meat content, following that with a gentle squeeze of the plump pussy 
mound. Inner thighs, some of the best meat on a woman, weren't neglected, 
either.

'All right, ladies' Carol calmly ordered, 'turn around and bend over.' As 
the girls did, she gave each visible pussy a searching glance, noting whose 
was damp with excitement. Yep, Heather's was by far the best cunt steak on 
display, with a nice layer of thick tender meat surrounding well shaped 
inner lips. However... 'Okay, straighten up and legs together.'

Carol carefully squeezed each soft pair of buttocks, shaking them slightly, 
then let her hands roam down to the backs of the thighs. Plenty of steaks 
and roasts here. Finally, she said, 'Turn around.'

Four sets of quivering, wide eyes stared at her in apprehension as she made 
her decision. 'Ruth, go with Candy to the house.' Ruth was a big girl and 
there was enough meat on her to keep everyone fed for some time to come. 
'Candy,' Carol said to her assistant, 'get her cleaned out and I'll be in 
shortly to get her stuffed and spitted. Alice, go get the fire pit started. 
I want to get Ruth started cooking as soon as possible.'

As Candy gently took the resigned and subdued Ruth's arm and led her to the 
house, the three surviving meat girls went shakily off to sit by themselves 
for a little while. Alone among the three, Briana felt disappointed. Oh, 
well, she consoled herself, Ruth ought to be delicious.

Lorna entered the lobby of the fashionable art deco hotel in South Beach 
carrying her little overnight bag and glad to be out of Miami's sweltering 
summer heat. Her light, low cut summer dress really wasn't much help against 
the temperature, but it was every bit as fashionable as the clothes worn by 
other, slimmer women. She was always conscious of the fact she was 
exceptionally well built, with a solid figure that stopped just short of 
plump, but still very firm. Somewhat short to begin with, she was glad of 
the extra few inches lent her by her high heeled wooden beach clogs.

Sighing mentally, she once again resigned herself to the fact that she would 
never be one of the sleek, predatory, hardbodied models that infested South 
Beach. Oh, she'd been a model, all right, just not a fashion model. Mostly 
her previous work had involved no clothing at all.

Then she brightened up. Now, the thing that was really getting fat wasn't 
her delectable butt, but her bank account. As the new owner of the Aldyke 
Agency, she found herself with the hottest gimmick and most profitable 
property in a city that lived by hot gimmicks and profit. Since buying the 
Agency from the Society of Lilith after the previous owner was roasted for 
the Lilith Beach Fest two months ago, she was pursuing an entirely new 
business plan for the agency. Most of her clients were former T&A models 
from the better skin magazines that wanted a legitimate career. The 
photographers and their clients loved the girls because their histories lent 
an air of adventurous sexuality to the shoot, as well as the fact that the 
models were perfectly willing to take any kind of direction without any 
attitude or inhibitions. Instant success. Besides, many of the girls were 
old friends from the soft-core porno business. She liked helping them.

After talking to the snooty desk clerk and ignoring a few blatant stares 
from various patrons, male and female, at her abundant figure, she was given 
the key to Vivian's room. Vivian normally stayed over at Lorna's plush 
apartment a few blocks away, but she'd said this visit was her treat. Ergo, 
Lorna was now going to spend the weekend sleeping with her best friend in 
the most fashionable hotel in South Beach. As he handed her the key, the 
clerk said, 'Ms. Pardon has left a message that she will be at the roof 
pool. She asks that you change and join her.'

Lorna nodded and gave him a pleasant smile. The guy really wasn't half bad 
looking in a way-too-fashionable sort of way. Like most of the Society, 
Lorna was happily bisexual. At the moment, though, women were her primary 
interest for a number of reasons. Off to the room and change.

Walking out onto the pool deck with a sarong wrapped around her bikini and 
her pool bag dangling by its straps from her left hand, Lorna spotted Vivian 
in one of the loungers on the other side of the pool. She started to wave, 
but Vivian was lying on her stomach, apparently dozing. It took a second, 
harder look to make sure she wasn't nude. Finally, Lorna noticed a thin cord 
around her waist and a second cord that descended from it to disappear 
between Vivian's plush buttocks. The top was untied and lying on the 
concrete next to the lounger.

Lorna grinned. Her own bikini was almost as minimal, covering her nipples 
and some of her pubis, including the small thatch of pubic hair she'd 
regrown after becoming a full member of the Lilith Society, but it was also 
a thong that exposed almost all of her own magnificent butt. Trust Vivian to 
wear even less than she did, even at the pool! Both women enjoyed the 
freedom of nudity in private, but Vivian loved to show off. She had plenty 
to show off, Lorna reflected. The woman had the most voluptuous body she'd 
ever seen, but totally without any flab anywhere.

Walking around the pool to Vivian's lounger, Lorna called out, 'Hey, lazy.'

Vivian looked around at her friend. 'Hello, yourself. Aren't you a bit 
overdressed for the weather?'

Lorna grinned and unwrapped her sarong, revealing her bikini. 'How about 
now?'

Vivian made a show of carefully studying the almost-nudity on display, then 
nodded, 'Better. Turn around.'

As Lorna rotated to present her backside for inspection, Vivian commented, 
'Still overdressed. I can see a little cloth just above your cheeks. We need 
to work on those inhibitions, girl.'

Lorna happily settled into the lounger next to Vivian's. 'Gee, it's nice to 
have a weekend off.'

Vivian rose up onto her elbows, almost totally exposing her breasts. 'Make 
that two weekends. I'll be here next weekend, too. Right now I'm between 
projects. The bank balance is in good shape, so I thought I'd enjoy a little 
of this magnificent South Florida weather. Thought I'd go down to Carol's 
place in the Keys and see who's cooking. Want to come along?'

Lorna frowned slightly. 'I'm seeing a lot more womaneating these days than I 
used to. Oh, I know it's legal now and, to be honest, I do like the taste. 
At some of the parties I've been to, they had a whole roasted girl as the 
centerpiece. At a couple of the wilder ones, they tried to get female guests 
to volunteer, and one crazy broad actually went for it! I had to think a bit 
before I accepted a piece of her.'

Vivian shrugged. 'Considering that you now belong to the Society of Lilith, 
who makes a habit out of picking from the candidate members for the main 
meal at cookouts, you ought to be getting used to it.'

The Society of Lilith was an underground power organization of women. It was 
well known in knowledgeable circles that the Society provided its members 
with routes and assistance to power and wealth. Becoming a candidate was 
easy - simply be recommended by a full member. However, candidates had to 
attend four quarterly Beach Festivals at a private Caribbean island. At 
these Fests, four women were always cooked to feed the group as a whole. If 
enough volunteers weren't forthcoming, and there never were enough, 
candidates were lined up and whatever number was necessary chosen to roast. 
Every candidate took four chances at ending up on the spit before they 
became full members. A lot of candidates got off on the rush of the life or 
death chance they took in the choosing. Still, many made it, but there were 
always some that didn't.

Vivian was a past president of the Society. Brooke, Lorna's former lover, 
was the current president. She was also the one that had chosen the girls to 
cook while Lorna was a candidate member. That, and a conniving, ruthless 
plot on Lorna's part, accounted for why a woman so succulent and meaty was 
now a full member of the Society, instead of a fond memory of an excellent 
meal.

Lorna rolled over on her stomach and undid her top like Vivian before 
replying. 'Oh, I suppose so. I guess it's just that I was almost that main 
meal four times in the last year. It gives me a sensitivity to the girl on 
the spit. I keep thinking that could be me rotating over the coals.'

'Don't lose that sensitivity, Lorna,' Vivian smiled. 'It's one reason I like 
you so much. You have a heart.

'Unlike some others,' she continued with a growl.

Lorna looked at her sharply. 'Not Brooke! That's not who you mean, is it?'

Vivian shook her head. 'Diva, yes, but Brooke's not heartless. The problem 
is our Society president's term is coming to an end. Germain Greerson has 
let it be know she's going to run for the position. Know her?'

'Know her?' Lorna snarled. 'I'll tell you what she said the first time I met 
her at a Fest!'

In a high, affected voice, Lorna mimicked, 'MY, don't you just look TASTY.'

In a more normal voice, she continued, 'I got as far away from her as fast 
as I could.'

'Smart move,' Vivian replied. 'Gerry got through her candidate year by 
starving herself, and she was pretty slim to begin with. She wouldn't have 
made a good soup bone. She always brings candidates barely out of their 
teens or some real slut or another, obviously not Society material, just 
cooking girls. Brooke and I both used to pick them at choosings just to keep 
those dumb broads from becoming full members. Carol threw away so many gel 
packs, she finally had to tell Gerry not to bring any more girls with boob 
jobs. She still pursues her old tricks and any girl that looks like we do is 
in real danger if she gets the presidency. Gerry makes Janet Van Dyke look 
like a Girl Scout. Gerry's cunning and ruthless.'

Vivian gave her friend a piercing look. 'Almost as much as you are.'

Lorna started to reply, but her cell phone chose that moment to sound off 
from the depths of her pool bag. It was Jaqui at the agency and there was 
some minor flap with one of the photographers.

While Lorna busied herself straightening out the problem, Vivian studied her 
friend and thought hard.

Lorna finally finished, '...just tell him if he takes that rate, I'll find 
two other girls for the shoot that won't break his bank. He'll bite.' She 
closed the phone and turned to Vivian to reply to the earlier comment about 
her ruthlessness.

Vivian struck first. 'I think you'd be an outstanding president, Lorna. At 
least we'd be sure the girls you pick were fairly chosen, and there wouldn't 
be any other shenanigans. I'm pretty sure Gerry'd like to try and turn you 
and me into 'volunteers' for the spit. Believe me, I've held the office and 
there's any number of tricks the president could use to create a volunteer 
out of a full member if she desired. Mostly, though, the president has been 
a woman like Brook or me that plays by the spirit of the rules. Trust me. If 
Brooke, for instance, wanted to get rid of a full member, she could do it. 
Not legally, but it could be done. Hell, Gerry's made no secret of the fact 
she'd love to get me on the spit. That means you're in danger, too. We'd 
have to be on the alert every moment she was president.'

That stopped Lorna's shocked refusal of Vivian's idea. She'd just finished a 
year of worrying about having her pussy on a serving platter. She had no 
desire to spend the next few years right back in the same fix. 'Isn't there 
another candidate?'

Vivian shook her head. 'No. Everyone's scared of her and that gaggle of 
hangers-on she's managed to assemble. It would have to be someone that's 
willing to take her on, and I can't run again after having been president. 
You're about the only hope the decent women in the Society have got.'

Lorna was lost in thought for a few moments. 'I don't know if I could walk 
down a line of girls and pick the ones to cook.' Her tone said it was a 
consideration, not an automatic refusal.

'Well,' Vivian replied, 'there's only one way to find out. We'll go to 
Carol's place next weekend. Even take Jaqui and Sue if you want to. You can 
pick out the girl we'll cook. If you can do it, okay. If you can't, nobody 
will hold it against you, but we've got to figure out something else to do. 
There's only a few months to the election.

'Personally,' she added, 'I think you'd make a fine president. Up to you, 
girl. Want to try?'

Slowly, Lorna nodded her head.

As they headed down the little causeway to Carol's island in the Keys, 
Lorna's mind was still fixated on the task ahead of her, choosing which girl 
was going to be cooked. Vivian was driving, while Jaqui and Sue, the two 
assistants Lorna had inherited when she'd bought the Aldyke Agency, were 
happily chattering away at each other in the back seat. Lorna was ignoring 
the scenery as well as the noise from in back and Vivian's occasional 
conversational sally while she mulled over all the aspects of the situation.

Could she choose a girl, knowing whoever she chose was going to be spitted 
and roasted for the Fest cookout? Could she live with herself afterward? How 
did Brooke, and Vivian before her, do it? To tell the truth, she liked to 
eat the meat, but wasn't sure if she could take the responsibility of 
picking who got cooked. She supposed that made her a hypocrite.

On the other hand, she was now convinced she was the only reasonable 
alternative to Gerry Greerson as Society president. That took a good few 
hours of conversation between herself and Vivian, but she was certain now. 
She was even sure of Vivian's claim that Gerry would do her best to have 
both her and Vivian served up on a platter. That made her decision a matter 
of survival as well as ethics in how the choosing was conducted. Oh, Lorna 
was adult enough to know that the choice of the girl for roasting was often 
subjective. Hell, Brooke was notorious for picking women like Janet Van Dyke 
that had really pissed her off. Although, if the truth were known, Janet was 
a liar, a swindler and an arrogant bitch that thought nothing of cooking any 
girl she took a mind to eat, and it didn't matter a damn if the girl was 
remotely willing or not. Lorna had to admit to a tremendous satisfaction as 
she watched Janet's curvaceous form turning pink over the coals at the last 
Fest. For that matter, most of the rest of the women enjoyed it, for the 
same reason as Lorna.

So, Janet she could do with no problem. How about those two in the back 
seat? Could she choose one of them if it turned out they were best 
qualified? It wouldn't be fair if she didn't. She knew both Jaqui and Sue 
had beautiful, delicious looking bodies. The two lived with her, and 
clothing was optional in Lorna's apartment, since she never wore anything at 
home, anyway. Although she'd inherited the her two assistants when she'd 
bought the agency, the girls weren't forced to comply with any of her 
habits. Lorna just wasn't that kind of person, but the girls liked to skin 
down anyhow. They'd both tried to invite themselves into Lorna's bed, too, 
but been refused. It wasn't any dislike on her part, but she didn't feel 
right having sex with a woman she might end up eating. So, could she pick 
one of them for the spit?

Another thought crossed her mind. 'Vivian,' she asked, 'how many girls will 
Carol have for me to choose from?'

'Three,' Vivian replied. 'Carol always has some on hand. As well as being a 
damn good cook, she likes the meat, so she always has some stock.'

'How does she get them?' Lorna asked, slightly fascinated.

'Oh, she's a registered Kevorkian.'

'She's a Vorkie?' Lorna asked in surprise.

Vivian nodded. 'A licensed executioner, too, so she gets a lot of stock for 
free. She also buys girls from South American importers. I was told she had 
one on hand.'

Lorna mulled that over for the rest of the trip, along with her other 
thoughts.

After passing through the electronic gates, Vivian pulled up in front of a 
typical Florida island house. It was white frame, single story, built on 
raised cinderblock pilings, had a screened porch and was surrounded by low 
growing palmettos. The owner was out front to meet them. Lorna assumed 
privacy was total, since Carol was totally nude except for beach sandals. 
Lorna further assumed everyone was going to be undressed the same way in a 
short time. Great!

After a welcoming kiss and hug for everyone, Carol, swung her hand to 
encompass the five nude women that had come out of the house to meet the 
visitors. Pointing to each one in turn, she said, 'Gang, this is Candy and 
Alice, you know my assistant chefs anyway, and Ines, Heather and Briana.' 
She didn't mention what the last three did, but they all had shaved pussies, 
so it was obvious they were meat girls.

Lorna was going to have to choose one of them for tomorrow's dinner. Lorna 
noticed Heather wore a small black strap around her neck, in a style 
matching a bracelet on Carol's wrist. That looked like an electronic collar, 
used to control possibly dangerous prisoners. Heather must be here under 
sentence of execution, and the collar would ensure she was compliant to 
anything Carol wanted. Carol's bracelet could do anything from generate 
excruciating pain, through paralysis, to kill. Lorna had to admit the 
innocuous looking strap was frightening thing.

Another nude figure came out of the house. At the sight of the woman, Lorna 
let out a pleased squeal, 'Brooke.'

As the two hugged enthusiastically, Brooke replied, 'Yep. very much in the 
flesh.'

With her arms still around Lorna, Brooke leaned back and looked her in the 
eye. 'Vivian called and told me what was going on, so I thought I'd come 
down and give you a little support. Are you sure you're up to this, baby?'

Lorna took a deep breath. 'I don't know. I guess we'll find out tomorrow, 
won't we?'

As the group entered the house, the three meat girls gave Lorna unobtrusive, 
quizzical glances. All three were slightly nervous, since they knew why she 
was here. One of them was going to be roasting on a spit, tomorrow.

After an excellent dinner, a now nude Lorna pushed her plate away with a 
sigh of satisfaction. 'Boy, that was good,' she complimented Carol and 
received a pleased smile in return.

'That was Ruth,' Carol replied. 'Actually, I'm kind of glad we're going to 
do this. With the size of this crowd, there won't be enough left of her good 
cuts to feed everyone after breakfast and lunch. I'm going to have to roast 
one of my meat girls, anyhow.'

To change the subject, Lorna looked out at the immense fire pit Carol 
normally used to whole roast a woman. She thought earlier it was a little 
large just to cook steaks and chops for the group and, now that the coals 
were starting to die down, Carol's assistants were setting up two sets of 
rotating spit machinery, and a small grill at one end of the pit. 'What's 
going on? I thought we weren't planning to cook anyone tonight?'

Carol smiled. 'Custom of the house and a little surprise for you. A little 
after-dinner cooked pussy for dessert. It's role playing, nobody actually 
gets roasted, but the girls come off alive, wiggly and with just about the 
juiciest pussy you ever tasted.'

She pointed to a pair of peculiar spits on a nearby cook's table. 'Those are 
the spits we'll use. See the soft plastic vibrators on the fork about half 
way down? Well, those are actually electric tinglers. Two girls face each 
other on the table, I put the pole between them and the tinglers up their 
pussies, then tie their hands behind the back of the girl in front of them. 
Finish binding them together, then on the coals they go for a ride that 
can't be described, only experienced. When they come off, some lucky woman 
gets to eat one of the juiciest pussies ever, still attached to a lively, 
excited and usually pretty noisy girl. Want to try a ride?'

Lorna shied like a filly at a snake. 'Uh, no. Maybe some other time.'

Vivian smiled. 'It's fun, honey. I've done it a time or three.' Lorna looked 
slightly stunned.

Brooke also smiled at her. 'I have, too. I'm going to do it tonight, and I 
want you to be the one that gets my pussy.' A flustered Lorna blushed and 
nodded her acceptance.

Surprisingly, Jaqui spoke up. 'Can Sue and I go for a ride?'

Carol nodded. 'That's three. One more for the spit and either Alice or Candy 
gets to sit on the grill. Who goes? Briana?'

Briana beamed a smiling acceptance. 'Super!'

Heather and Ines's reactions were considerably more complex. There was 
enjoyment at the prospect of the sexual game, a little relief at not being 
the girl on the spit, even in play, and something else. The two were still 
nervously eyeing Carol, Lorna, Vivian and Brooke. The four women were the 
alpha females that were possibly going to eat them. Carol was certainly 
going to eat them, the only question being when. The two had the nervous 
skittishness and vulnerability of prey surrounded by predators.

Lorna wasn't consciously aware of what they were thinking, since she still 
didn't consider herself a predator, although she responded on a deeper 
level. Carol, Vivian and Brooke, on the other hand, were fully aware of the 
two meat girls' discomfort, and found it very sexually stimulating. It added 
to the enjoyment of the little game they were about to play.

As Brooke got up and walked to the cook table, Lorna studied her nude body, 
completely on display. A well known international swimsuit model, Brooke had 
about the most perfect figure Lorna had ever seen. Already well known before 
she'd joined the Society, it had helped Brooke go from working for a major 
manufacturer to having her own line. Briana, the girl that went to join her 
at the table, was almost as perfectly formed, with honey blonde hair and 
slightly slanted eyes that gave her face an exotic cast. Carol, the third 
woman at the table, was more rounded, with slightly larger breasts and hips, 
emphasized by a smaller waist. Once again, Lorna felt a momentary pang of 
jealousy and sighed, recognizing the feeling. Plush she was, and plush she'd 
remain.

The two beautiful naked women lay down on the table facing each other and 
waited for Carol to put them on the spit. After lubricating the tinglers, 
Carol and her assistant carried the heavy spit to the table. She called out, 
'Okay, ladies, cock those upper legs and let me see your sweet little 
pussies.'

Both women did as ordered, and Carol carefully placed the shaft of the spit 
between them, with the two tinglers at the mouths of their cunts. Brooke and 
Briana shifted their hips carefully on the table, aligning and setting 
themselves on the tinglers, then Carol gently pushed the spit forward, 
simultaneously inserting both tinglers fully into the women. The tinglers 
were mounted on the spit close enough that the women found themselves 
pressing their pubic areas and bellies firmly together. After that, Carol 
tied Brooke's hands behind the other woman's back, then did the same for 
Briana. Then she tightly bound their waists, thighs, ankles and chests 
together. A fixture was slid up the spit shaft and tightened down to give 
Brooke and Briana a place to brace their feet. Then a lifting arm was swung 
over, chains looped over the ends of the spit, and the spitted women were 
smoothly lifted onto the rotisserie to begin rotating over the coals. Jaqui 
and Sue were quickly and professionally given the same treatment.

As they started to react to the tinglers and the heat, all four women began 
squirming, moaning, then squealing loudly. 'Nothing squeals like a girl on a 
spit, 'Carol commented, then began basting the girls with olive oil to keep 
them from singeing.

Lorna felt herself reacting to the sight and the sounds coming from the 
rotating spits. She squirmed uncomfortably on her chair for a moment, then 
felt Vivian's questing fingers working their way between her thighs. 'It 
gets to me, too, 'Vivian said softly into her ear. 'Why don't I help you and 
you help me?'

'Look at the others,' Vivian giggled. Lorna saw that Ines and Heather were 
bent over the table with Candy and Alice's faces buried in their bottoms, 
well into the spirit of the occasion. Carol was simply standing next to the 
spits, watching the beautiful oily bodies as they rotated and squirmed, 
gently stroking herself with a slow rhythm.

After three or so loud orgasms each, the four women were brought back to the 
cook table and the spits extracted. Each one, still quivering and moaning, 
was rolled on her back onto a large platter. After the formerly spitted 
girls pulled their legs back to expose their cunts, Candy and Alice brought 
the platters to the tables and set them in front of the eager diners. Lorna 
got Brooke, Vivian got Briana, Carol took Jaqui and the two meat girls 
shared Sue. The squeals returned and rapidly turned into real screams as the 
diners enthusiastically made a meal of the sopping pussies.

While this was going on, Candy coated April's pussy with a nerve stimulant, 
tied her wrists, then helped her get seated on the grill to broil her pussy 
directly. The grill was a special ceramic, coated with volcanic pumice so it 
wouldn't conduct heat. All April was going to feel was the heat of the coals 
on her already juicing pussy. By the time April was done, Carol had 
recovered enough to help remove her from the grill and get her situated so 
that Candy could also have a nice meal.

Looking at the exhausted Brooke, Carol commented wryly, 'Talk about a Happy 
Meal.'

That night, Vivian and Lorna entered the bedroom to find Brooke already fast 
asleep on the oversized bed. Lorna smiled. 'Looks like she's already had it 
for today.'

Vivian answered, 'It gets you that way. The times I've taken a ride, I've 
been so drained after everything was over I was good for nothing until the 
next day. I'm serious, by the way. You ought to try it. Think of riding the 
spit in roleplay as an amusement park ride for women that like to eat women. 
It's super sexy and takes it out of you like nothing else I've ever done.'

'You know,' Lorna said thoughtfully, 'I asked Jaqui why she and Sue 
volunteered. I mean, they could be chosen for the main course at a Beach 
Fest cookout next time we go. It seemed a little bizarre to me, almost like 
tempting fate.'

'What did she say?'

'Jaqui said they'd seen plenty of girls on the spit and always wondered what 
they were feeling, especially since they seemed to be having such intense 
sexual reactions, and wanted to find out. This way, they could feel what it 
was like but know they weren't in danger. Now they want me to try to rig up 
something at the apartment. They both want to do it again.,' Lorna said with 
a bit of mild surprise. 'Looks like I'm going to be cooking women on a 
regular basis. I really don't mind as long as the girls are having fun.'

Vivian sat down on the bed and ran her fingers through her hair. 'Well, you 
get to choose one to cook for real, tomorrow. Still gonna try it?'

Lorna sat next to her and nodded determinedly. 'Yes. After thinking about 
it, I've got good enough reasons to see this thing through. I've had my 
detective agency looking into Gerry, and you were right. Not only is she a 
conniving, dangerous bitch, she keeps talking about plans she has after the 
election. We're all in trouble if she gets the presidency. If I pick the 
girls, at least I'll try to be as fair as possible. I've just got to know I 
can do it, is all.'

Vivian nodded. 'You're a sweet kid, Lorna, even if you are as ruthless as 
hell at times. I understand. Now I think we need to get some sleep.'

Lorna nodded agreement, then dimpled, 'Okay, but I get to be in the middle.'