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I figured I had barely enough time to
hop a cab back to my apartment for a shower and quick change back
into one of my trademark dowdy gray suits before hightailing it
back to Senator Grayle’s office by seven. A lone taxicab
approached; I reached up to hail it, and instantly felt a feathery
sensation inside my vag.
    At first, I thought something was wrong with me.
Then I realized that Rodney’s Chinese balls were still inside my
sheath. I clenched my muscles just in time to keep them from
falling out onto the sidewalk, and an intense vaginal orgasm
immediately took hold of my body as the taxi pulled up at the
curb.
    The cabbie rolled down the window. “Where to,
ma’am?” he asked, just as I felt the entire lower half of my body
vibrate itself into another dimension. I gritted my teeth, willing
myself not to thrash or cry out in response to the intense
sensations. “Georgetownnnnn, pllllleeeeze,” I managed. “17
Macarthur Boulevard.”
    I hopped in and the cabbie sped off. The balls
rolled and tossed about inside my vag with every bump in the road.
By the time the cab reached Georgetown, I’d had two more
orgasms.
    A girl could get used to this, that was for
sure.
    The ecstasy must have shown on my face, because the
cabbie glanced at my reflection in his rearview mirror and frowned.
“You all right, ma’am?”
    “Fiiiine,” I groaned as I felt yet another climax
coming on. “Just a little tiiiiired.”
    The cabbie shook his head in bewilderment and drove
on.
    By the time we made it to my apartment building it
took all the force of will I had to keep from showing the crazy
sensations emanating from down south in my face and body. Beads of
sweat broke out on my forehead and my toes curled so tightly inside
my fuck-me stilettos that I nearly lost all circulation in my feet.
It was all I could do just to dig around in my purse for money to
pay the fare. Rather than wait around while the cabbie fumbled in
his cash drawer, I simply tossed a twenty at the cabbie and told
him to keep the change.
    I ran upstairs to my apartment, started peeling off
my clothes piece by piece as soon as I crossed the threshold
inside. I headed straight for the shower, and turned the taps all
the way over to “COLD,” hoping it would help chill things out down
south a bit.
    It didn’t.
    All the ice-cold water did was make me shiver—which
of course made the Chinese balls move around that much more inside
me. And of course, that just made me more aroused than ever.
    Aroused and cold. I never thought freezing
cold water could be sexy before now.But I supposed there was a
first time for everything.
    I finished showering and shampooing at light-speed,
dried off, and threw on the first suit I grabbed from the closet. I
pulled my still-damp hair back into a severe schoolmarm bun, and
decided to go without makeup. Whatever I could do to feel less sexy
today, the better.
    I hopped another cab and told the driver to take me
to the Hill and step on it. I was already halfway there when I
realized I’d forgotten to put on underwear.
    So much for feeling less sexy. The feeling of the
rough wool fabric of my suit slacks rubbing up against my slit and
tugging at the Chinese balls’ cord only made me that much more
orgasmic.
    How the hell was I supposed to walk around for
twenty-four hours as a strait-laced Capitol Hill staffer when I had
the most effective orgasm aid known to humankind shoved up my cunt?
It defied logic. I supposed it was a litmus test of some kind. In
order for me to live up to Rodney’s expectations as a
sexpot-for-hire, I would probably have to build up some kind of
mental and physical endurance.
    The cab pulled up in front of Senator Grayle’s
office on the Hill. I paid the cabbie and as I got out of the car,
I kept myself from crying out at the latest orgasmic spasm to take
hold of my body by mentally visualizing the most un-sexy images I
could think of—belly-button lint, ingrown toenails, Bill Cosby
naked. It helped, but