Final Episode 6: Windowpane to the Plasma Funnel of Time Misplacement
Sara, Mary, and Marsha were all in the back seat of a “In-Repented” cab. The cab was driven by a man In a black turban. “So you exactly do not know the business name?” asked the cab driver with a heavy, Hindu accent. “Just keep going straight. It is down this street .” said Sara looking out the driver’s side of the passenger window, carefully trying to recognize the building. The man kept driving. Mary looked at his ID hanging above the cab meter. “Sara, we already owe $53.00 and counting. Why is this cab so expensive, Arun?” asked Mary watching the meter count rapidly. “It is very reasonable ride, yes? Our rates are vey inexpensive.” said Arun looking at Mary through the rear view mirror. “I guess!, But we have traveled what, 4 miles and owe you almost $60.00 now?” said Mary watching the meter tally. “Perhaps the 3 of you can become my wives if you cannot pay? I would provide for you very good! You all dress not exposing yourselves. I would provide you with proper robes and veils. Can belly dance any of you?” said Arun enthusiastically. “Cool it, Arun! Stop here Sheik Polygyny!” said Sara seeing the factory building. Arun slowed down and stopped the cab. “If other two say no, Possibly you only! I would provide for very good life. You can live as queen, yes?” said Arun looking Mary in the eyes through the rear-view mirror. Mary became mesmerised and looked as if she was in a trance. “Here is your money Arun! Perhaps there is a female camel that is missing you?” said Sara as she punched Mary’s arm, bringing her out of the trance. Sara and Marsha got out of the cab. Mary slid over to get out but stopped again, being mesmerized by Arun’s eyes through the rear view mirror. Sara abruptly grabbed Mary’s arm and dragged her out of the cab and slammed the cab door. “Believe me Arun, you may think she is the one for you, but as soon as the honeymoon was over, she would be bored stiff waiting around in a silk tent for you and would be lured off by the next trance inducing sheik! Besides. You don’t think she is a virgin do you?” said Sara as she led Mary and Marsha towards the building. “I am virgin!” exclaimed Marsha. “Give me a break, Marsha. I think that after a few months, he would most likely sell you cheap to the next naïve sheik looking for an extra wife, or trade you for a camel, once he figured out that you ain’t putting out!” said Sara laughing. “There is more to life then sex!” said Marsha, straightening out her clothes. “That is why you should join the Catholic Sisterhood. Let the rest of us regenerate the population. Before your sexual abortiveness destroys the earth’s human sexual engenderment .” said Sara still chuckling.
“Yeah Sara, like you have launched so many erections with that superior Madam Ballbreaker routine.” retaliated Marsha as they all walked towards the rear of the factory. “Sara, you could deflate a 16 year old erection with just one icy look, Miss Jackeline Frost.” said Mary laughing as they approached the door. “If it wasn’t for me, Mary, you’d be consummating your marriage to that Sheik, rolling in straw and camel dung, whilst all his other wives watched and took videos, Miss Three Prong Phallic Receptacle.” said Sara inserting the key and opening the factory door. “I wonder how that would work, being one of many wives? Would we each have our own weeknight to spend with the Sheik? Would we all be doing him at the same time?” asked Mary now getting seriously Confucius, as the 3-60’s Beatniks in Granny Boots peered into the factory through their circular rose shaded glasses. The factory was still running with no human is sight. “You would have to contemplate that in your little mind, wouldn’t you Mary. I mean really, where is your brain? Do him all together! Gee!” said Sara leading Mary and Marsha into the factory, following the arrowed path leading to the control room. “I just mean, how is it decided? Who is first and who is last? ” asked a curious Mary “Well, Abbot, Who is on first, What is on second, Why is in left field, which leads me to your question. Which is totally left field, thus putting you last in line if it was a measure of brain power!” said Sara now very bored with the conversation. “Thanks for clearing that up O Mistress Sadist in Torture Boots! said Mary giving up on the idea. “Anytime, Queen Intel-a-reject!” said Sara continuing down the arrowed path. “That is a good question, Mary. How would he manage satisfying all his wives? Would they not get jealous of each other?” asked Marsha supporting Mary’s wonderment. “I shouldn’t be surprised! Marsha, you would be first because the rest of his wives would have to restrain you as he cut the lock off your chastity belt!” said Sara as she got more intellectually insulted.
Looking in the control room, they seen one man sitting at the desk, looking into the many flat screened monitors. He had longer black, graying hair and was wearing dark blue coveralls. “Ok, what do we do now?” “We cannot get our dolls!” said Marsha and Mary in unison. “Who cares, lets just go where we came in and take the pills so we can go back!” said Sara trying to lead Mary and Marsha to the grating platform where they entered this timeframe. Seeing that Mary and Marsha were not moving, Sara started to shake her head. By this time, the man opened the control room door. “Hi girls. I have been waiting for you. Come in please?” said the older man in dark blue coveralls. Being startled, Sara, Mary and Marsha clutched each other and backed away a few steps. “How do you know us?” asked Sara reluctantly. “By your design. My associate, who is not in town at the moment, said you girls modeled for us. We got 3 very unique, but beautiful designs for our silicone doll line. Now we can square away the contract.” said the older man in blue coveralls. “Contract for what?” asked Sara. “For your design. Come in?” asked Joe motioning his finger invitingly. Sara cautiously led Mary and Marsha into the control room. In the control room, Mary, Marsha sat down in the extra chairs. Sara stood their looking the man in dark blue coveralls direct in the eyes. “My name is Joe. I own this factory. We provide solutions for people that are sexually challenged by producing life like dolls to keep them company.” explained Joe, talking in an eloquent, but down to earth manner. “Kind of like a pimp in a silicone whore factory.” said Sara offensively. “Yes, I guess that is one way to put it, however, the people that purchase these dolls are on the most part, lonely. Some are missing legs or arms, or have some disability that makes it hard for them to acquire female or male companionship. Our sales to that type of client is our main focus because they keep us alive.” explained Joe in a sincere tone. “Man, you are smooth! But, I am not sure I want my image used by any man, disabled or not.” said Sara as she paced back and forth, avoiding direct eye contact with Joe. “That is ok. We do not have to use your design. Good as they are, especially your doll, once we removed the enhancement.” said Joe.
Sara immediately looked back into Joe’s eyes. “You removed my enhancement, and liked it? I do not get it. Why?” said Sara as her hard shell started to soften. “Because, you have and intellectual attractiveness coupled with a natural beauty. Enlarging your breasts takes away from that earthy attractiveness, that I have always found irresistible.” said Joe looking Sara in her eyes now vulnerably exposed. Sara now knew she liked this guy, even more then Dwayne. “Are you married?’ asked Sara not realising what she just asked. “No, I am divorced.” said Joe now knowing Sara liked him. Mary and Marsha looked at each other and started to laugh. “The ice queen melted twice in one week.” said Mary “And he even likes your sunken treasure!” said Marsha still giggling with Mary. “Go dress your dolls, remedial twins.” said Sara in full eye contact with Joe. “Look Joe, I really think you are sincere. But I still think my design should be kept under wraps for now. You can keep it for yourself if you like. But please, do not distribute to the population.” said Sara smiling. “You can use our design, Joe.” said Mary and Marsha in unison. “Ok girls, contract is on the desk. Fill in the blanks!” said Joe being mesmerized by Sara’s stare. A dreamy moment later, Sara and Joe embraced and started to kiss passionately. Sara invited his advances as Joe removed her circular rose shaded glasses. Then his hand seductively felt her well formed buttocks. Sara winced in pleasure. Joe’s hand then slowly but steadily snuck under her top, caressing her tummy, then with his fingertips, pushing Sara’s bra upwards to expose her… “Come on Joe, you will never find any thing in there!” echoed Marsha’s nauseating, piercing voice , totally destroying the moment. “Sara? Sara? echoed Mary’s voice. “Sara, are you ok?” said Marsha shaking Sara. “What? Why are you shaking me? Where is Joe? What is going on?” said a confused Sara as she was helped up off the control room floor. “He went to do his rounds. He wants us to wait for him. But when he left the control room, you passed out. You kept moaning, Joe! Joe!, Yes, don’t stop Joe!” explained Marsha. “Ok, Ok shut up already. I get the picture.” said Sara brushing herself off.” When did Joe leave the control room?” asked a confused Sara. “Right after he told us where the contracts were. You looked a peaked. Then when he left for his rounds, you fainted.” said Mary laughing.
“What are you doing? Are you signing the contract, Sara? asked Mary “No, I am writing Joe a note.” said Sara as she finished writing the note and placing it in Mary’s and Marsha’s signed contracts folder. By this time, Marsha and Mary grabbed the 3-60’s Beatniks in Granny boots nude replicas, including Sara’s enhanced version. Sara grabbed her doll and stuffed it under her arm. “These dammed things are not light! Ok girls, lets go to the platform.” said Sara, leading them out of the control room. As the 3-60’s Beatniks in Granny Boots climbed back on top of the grating platform with their respective replicas, Sara took out the pill bottle and took out three thin pills that resembled windowpane acid tabs with a plasma vortex picture, then pocketed the pill bottle. “Open your mouths.” said Sara to Mary and Marsha. Sara placed a tab on Mary’s tongue, then Marsha’s tongue, then finally, one her own tongue. They all swallowed the tabs in unison. Immediately, the factory around them started to spin, so much so, that the area formed a vortex of steal grating, pipes, valves, concrete, automation equipment, computers, and the new run of Sara, minus the enhancement, Mary and Marsha dolls being produced on the automation assembly line. Mary, Marsha and Sara were now clutching each other and their replicas tightly. As the vortex grew stronger, it formed a tunnel spinning seemingly at light speed, sucking the 3-60’s Beatniks in Granny Boots and their replicas up into the spinning tornado like path, transporting them at light speed to their hopeful destination…..
Season End: To be continued in the Fall like spectrum of things…..
“Tex” oNid ittEnEbEd (sHow nO mErcY)
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