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Rene sat upright and looked back at the queen. “Are you sure you aren’t a blonde?”
“Why do you ask?” she answered.
“What kind of fucked-up, ass-backwards world do you live in? You don’t have proper vibrators or chocolate?” Rene rustled some more in her purse. Scanning the room like a spy, she pulled something out and dropped into to the queen’s hand.
It was small, wrapped in gold foil and the one thing Rene knew would break any planetary boundaries between them. Like money, only better. It was Swiss chocolate.
The queen popped the small morsel into her mouth and made a funny face.
“You need to take the wrapper off first.” Rene shook her head. Maybe Uranus is full of the real assholes and idiots.
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In the End
Taking the wrapper off, the queen put the small, dark brown candy in her mouth.
With a low, guttural moan, she closed her eyes and smiled. It was a true oral-gasm.
BINGO! Rene knew she had her.
“More.” The queen almost purred.
“We both have something the other one wants and needs. How about we make a deal?” Rene looked at the queen as she smiled wickedly back at her.
“More,” she beckoned again.
Rene had a small stash she always kept handy for those pre-menstrual times when the angry bitch inside of her raised its head. She handed the queen another one.
Quicker than a fly on cocaine, the foil was torn away and the queen moaned again.
She was hooked. Just because it seemed this place was a fudge-packing planet, chocolate was the universal bond between all that was female.
“Mmmmm, where can I get more of this? Damn, I can see why the elders hid this source of pleasure from us women. I could really get used to having this around.” The queen seemed totally at ease. This was Rene’s chance to bargain.
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S.L. Carpenter
Epilogue
Riiiiing.
“Good afternoon, T.R.& J. Designs. Yes, she’s here. One moment please.” Putting the phone on hold, the petite blonde receptionist leaned toward the hallway. “Rene?
The Samuels are calling again, line three.”
“This is Rene. Yes. Okay, I understand. I’ll have a talk with him again. I am sorr—
Of course, he’ll be over to do your bedroom tomorrow. We should be finished by next week. What’s that? Yes, Jared does all our installs of showers. I see, your mother is leaving this weekend. All right, I’ll have Cynthia make your appointments for next week.”
Jared walked into the office, shirtless as usual. With a sigh, Cynthia stared and looked him up and down. The moistness returned between her legs. Like a schoolgirl she became flushed and warm.
“Hello, Cynthia, is Rene here?” Jared looked at Cynthia. A blank stare was in her eyes. “Cynthia? Hello?”
“Oh, sorry, was thinking of lunch. Cockdogs…I mean hotdogs today.” Wiggling in her chair, she cleared her thoughts and continued. “Rene’s in her office.” As Jared walked down the hallway Cynthia remembered she needed buns for her hotdogs.
Knock, knock.
