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“Obviously.”
“You’ll need a proper dildo.”
“Are you through?”
“Do you remember the Plaster Casters?” Kane suddenly produced a yellowed issue of Rolling Stone.
“They were a joke.” Mina glanced at the tabloid paper. “Jimi nearly lost his cock when they worked on him.”
“Not the only joke about,” Kane said. “There were more than a dozen like them. Groupies, whatever. They made plaster casts of their favorite rock stars’ cocks. Messy job, if you haven’t tried it. Not so much the erection—the plaster is an exothermic reaction. Bad job getting it loose from the pubic hair. The fad didn’t last all that long.”
“I’m sure I can’t relate to this.” Mina’s head was increasingly clouded. She tried a few more spoons to clear it.
“Well,” said Kane, finishing his drink. “The deal is simply this. I have available a latex replica made from a plaster cast of Elvis Presley’s cock, captured by a couple of really serious fans in 1969.1 offer this to you. You and Lucy must make your own arrangements. You will then work together on the new album, material for which I shall supply. It will go platinum. Millions will listen to it. All will be satisfied. You may keep the cock. And keep the coke.”
Kane held out his hand. Blacklight slapped down a cardboard container about the size of a shoe box. Kane dropped it onto the aluminum tabie beside Mina.
“Done. And good hunting.”
When Mina set down her glass and sat up, there remained only a cardboard package, a phial of white powder, and the rumble of two Harleys receding into the afternoon sun.

Mina Rush waited until she was back in her room before opening the package. A little help from her nail file, and the seal was broken. Sitting on her bed, she dumped the contents onto the quilted coverlet.
Out tumbled one latex dildo—a perfect replica of a man’s erect penis, scrotum included, fitted to a nylon and vinyl harness. The label on the plastic bag read: One Acme Action Dildo. Elvis Presley Model. Amaze Your Friends! Mina tore open the bag. Included was a plastic tube labeled:
Acme Action Lubricant and Fixative. Cherry Flavor Slick and Quick!
Kane would have his joke. Mina tried another two spoons of his coke, which blended nicely with the absinthe or whatever, and left her high enough to try anything. She examined the dildo—a device with which she was not altogether unfamiliar. This one came with a rippled latex rod inside the harness—about six inches long and designed to slide into the wearer’s vagina for double delights. Mina had used a double dildo once with a groupie, and she reckoned she could handle this one without an instruction sheet. At least it didn’t need batteries.
Removing her swimsuit, Mina took a slow shower, and then she phoned Lucy’s room.
“Yeah?” Lucy’s voice was clogged with sleep and ‘ludes. Good job they didn’t have a gig tonight.
“Ready to be raped?” Mina tried some heavy breathing.
“Is that you, Mina?”
“Who else loves you? I’ve just scored some really heavy shit. You ready for it?”
“Hang on a minute. Sure. What’s your room number again?”
Mina ordered two bottles of champagne from room service, which arrived five minutes before Lucy Minx stumbled into her room, looking rather more stoned than Mina. Mina plied her with champagne and cocaine, before showing her the Elvis reproduction.
Lucy’s expression showed total fascination as she rolled the dildo about in her hands. “Is it really Elvis’s cock?”
“Read the label. There’s probably a whole line of rock stars’ cocks. Want to be raped by Elvis, or do I send out for Jimi Hendrix?”
“Let me see you wear it!” Lucy clapped her hands and bounced on the bed. It reminded Mina of a teenagers’ slumber party. Back then it only took a few smuggled beers and a joint to be this giddy.
Mina had only pulled on a T-shirt and blue jeans, which she now pulled off. Lucy quickly struggled out of her black tube dress and handed her the dildo, giggling like a schoolgirl. She finished her glass of champagne while Mina worked the harness onto her hips. Opening the tube of ointment, Mina applied some to the interior rod of the harness, then worked it into her vagina. She sighed as the thick probe slid in, then snugged the harness into place.
Lucy was giggling and spilling coke down her bra. Mina took a few experimental steps. The dildo bobbed lifelike between her legs, totally confusing her body image and balance as she looked down. She could feel the interior probe rubbing maddeningly against her clitoris and vagina.
“Hunka hunka hunka burnin’ love!” Lucy managed to sing between snorts and giggles.
Mina examined herself in the mirror. The effect was quite disorienting, but very exciting. She clutched the latex dildo and masturbated it, trying to imagine. Lucy was making enough raucous applause to keep the floor awake.
“Shut up, and spread those thighs!” Mina ordered, in an attempt at a masculine growl. It only evoked more whistles.
“You gotta tie me down and rape me!” Lucy had opened the second bottle of champagne. She pushed the gushing bottleneck onto Mina’s bobbing dildo. “Bet you can’t come like this!”
Mina had begun it all feeling a bit foolish—performing a prank for the amusement of her lover. With the drink, drugs, and sexual excitement, now she was well beyond embarrassment. Besides, Lucy had been prick-teasing her all through the tour. The concept of being prick-teased now that she had the equipment started Mina laughing. Lucy wanted in on the joke, and then they both fell about in a fit of laughter across the bed Lucy insisted on giving the Elvis artifact head so as not to waste champagne
Somehow Mina got Lucy out of her bra and panties Her protruding erection kept getting in the way as they wriggled about Mina wondered how men ever managed to get anything done with a salami poking out of their groins, and Lucy said that that was why men had to jerk off twice a day when they couldn t get laid that was what they really did in urinals just so they could zip up their pants again
By now Mina had managed to tie Lucy s wrists to the bedframe with her stockings hoping that she hadn t made a run in them Lucy kept chanting Fuck me Elvis’ Fuck me Elvis’ until Mina stuffed her panties into her mouth and tied them in place with her bra.
Still making muffled squeals, Lucy presented a very pretty picture on the hotel bed—arms outspread, black lace strapped across her face, her long legs writhing seductively. Her pussy was very wet, as was Mina’s. The friction from the harness had already brought her close to orgasm. Mina anointed the dildo with the tube of lubricant and climbed onto the bed between Lucy’s legs.
“Here comes the King!”
She guided the head of the latex penis into Lucy’s wet lips, then thrust forward all the way into her until the latex scrotum banged hard against her cunt.
“Prick-tease!” Mina growled, and she began to fuck her furiously.
Lucy thrashed about in abandon—her obvious pleasure serving to increase Mina’s passion. Mina had been screwed enough to know the moves, and she reckoned she was doing far better than any man could. She lost count of time as she continued to thrust in and out of her lover. She was certain that Lucy had enjoyed at least three climaxes from her moans and the way her vagina clamped down on her cock. Mina’s own orgasm was almost on her now, and she slammed her cock into Lucy hard enough to feel her balls slap against her bruised pussy.
Lucy was almost unconscious when Mina’s long-awaited orgasm hit her. Mina screamed as she felt her ejaculation burst from her, pulse deep into her lover’s cunt. Fully spent, she collapsed onto Lucy, rolled off gasping as the dildo slipped out, and after a moment fell into a stupor.

When Mina Rush awoke, it was well into the night. Lucy Minx had managed to slip her loose bonds and was sleeping with her head nestled upon Mina’s breast—snoring softly, the picture of an innocent child dreaming of lollipops.
Mina needed to take a piss. Still very groggy, she disengaged herself from Lucy and stumbled through the darkness to the bathroom, where a light had been left on. She moved automatically, reacting only to bladder pressure.
Mina raised the toilet seat and relieved herself, wondering if aspirin would help her hangover and vowing never to mix cocaine and champagne ever again. Could that really have been absinthe? She was shaking the drops off her lily, when she suddenly began to awaken fully.
Mina stared.
She was still wearing the dildo and harness.
But how...?
In as much panic as confusion, she tugged at the nylon and vinyl harness, peeling it down from her hips.
There was a sharp pulling sensation as she yanked the harness toward her knees, and then the latex sheath over the dildo popped free and joined the rest of the harness about her ankles.