I Could Still Taste the Slug
had sex with the devil in exchange for magical powers- a Grade IV erection
- very diabolical piece of
- pantyhose on his head
- spitting with impunity
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I could still taste the slug, or perhaps it was the PA’s fingers. I turned my head and spat into the wastebasket. Twice.
“There is no spitting with impunity on my set,” the voice from the ceiling said. “Put the pantyhose on his head.”
I was so distracted by the idea that anyone these days would have pantyhose on demand that I failed to dodge Dr Ferguson. Before I knew what hit me, my face was smooshed inside the tube of sheer fabric held in place by a very diabolical piece of knot-tying artistry.
“I think you like that,” Dr Ferguson cooed, trailing her fingers down my torso. “This is a Grade IV erection at least.”
“We can’t proceed until he reaches Grade VII,” ceiling-voice said.
“Luckily,” Dr Ferguson breathed into my ear, “I had sex with the devil in exchange for magical powers of seduction.”
And then she did something astounding with her hand that I am at a loss to describe.
bonus points for using them in reverse order