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sensual dance I could feel
throughout my body. I also had to clench my vaginal muscles very
tightly to keep the balls from falling out, which only added to the
intensity of sensation.
    “So, what do you think?” Rodney asked. It was
already pretty clear what he thought, since his cock was
pointing due north.
    “I think that I like these—what did you call them
again?”
    “Chinese ‘Enlightened Pathway’ Balls. Though they’re
more commonly known as Ben-Wa balls in the States.”
    “Whatever they’re called, I like them very, very
much.” I walked around some more, until I felt something building
up in my vag that I’d never quite felt before. Without warning, my
sheath started to tighten, then undulate in a series of intense,
rocky waves. The contractions were so powerful that I lost my
balance and landed flat on my butt, my legs and arms bucking as my
body writhed in ecstasy for almost a full minute.
    When I finally got control of myself again, I looked
up at Rodney, dazed and confused. “Wha-what the hell just
happened?”
    Rodney laughed. “Looks to me like you had a very
intense vaginal orgasm. Which is exactly what those Chinese
balls are designed to cause.”
    I blinked. I couldn’t comprehend it at first. “Wow,”
I finally said. “That was amazing. I’ve never come without
involving my clit before.”
    “Most women don’t without a little help,” Rodney
explained. “Which is where toys like these come in.” He slunk up
beside me and tweaked on the silken cord—almost pulling the balls
out of my sheath, but not quite. “Your first assignment, Jasmine,
will be to walk around with the Chinese Enlightened Pathway Balls
inside you for a full twenty-four hours without once giving away to
anyone around you—strangers, co-workers, even me—that they’re in
there. Once you can control your reaction to the sensations, then
you’ll be ready to go undercover for me. Do you think you can do
that?”
    “Mmmmph,” I moaned, still savoring the delicious
feelings coming from my vag. “I’ll ahhhh—do my best.”
    “That’s all I need to hear,” Rodney purred. Then he
seized me, tossed me on the bed, and took me again, this time from
behind and with the Chinese balls still inside me. The feeling of
having Rodney’s giant cock competing for space inside my tight vag
with two rolling, turning lacquer balls was indescribable. It must
have been pretty intense for Rodney too, because he came almost
immediately—and so did I.
    We both collapsed onto the bed, panting and covered
in sweat and musk. I’d had so many orgasms in such a short span of
time that my head had begun to pound. My vision grew distorted, my
limbs became heavy lead weights. Within minutes, I had sunk into a
deep, dark, dreamless sleep.
    When I awakened, the first fingers of dawn were
already poking through the hotel room’s red velvet drapes. I
glanced over at the clock—5:45—and panicked. I had to be at Senator
Grayle’s office no later than 7 am, and I desperately needed a
shower and a change. I couldn’t exactly show up for work wearing a
fuck-me red dress and smelling like an orgy.
    Rodney was still fast asleep, so I dressed quietly
and tiptoed out the door unnoticed. As I rode the elevator down to
the hotel lobby, I tried to make sense of what had happened the
night before. My memory was cloudy from a combination of sexual
exhilaration and pure exhaustion. Had last night’s crazy events
really happened, or were they just all part of one long, drawn-out
sex fantasy gone awry? Would Rodney Doyle really come through on
all his promises? Or had I just been another naïve floozy in his
long line of one night stands?
    I supposed there was only one way to find out.
Everything would reveal itself in its own time.
    In the meantime, I had to get back to my regular job
as a Senate PR staffer, and start doing some major damage
control.
     
     
     
    Chapter
7
    I made it out onto the abandoned early-morning
street at just before six.