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OTEC_GoldMember
OTEC the novel		http://literatemachine.com/node/142
OTEC COPYRIGHT (C) 2007 DAWootan, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED by DAWootan





Vin was knowingly committing a felony.
It is a serious criminal offense to incite to riot.

He was a gold man, contrary to what Hollywood would have you believe, 
you don't die if covered in gold paint.
They had used the good stuff that's not greasy, like hand cream, Vin's 
gold paid job was as comfortable as an old tattoo.
Vin resisted, really resisted. But they have been through this with the 
London Bobbie hat issue, how does a naked man with authority, 
demonstrate that authority butt ass naked.
A gold crown was considered and rejected, a gold man was substituted.

"Ladies and gentlemen from far away and at great expense
we have brought some talented ladies to put on a show for you,
please extend to them the courtesy of your attention, before
we began, our, er, ah, other activities."

The crowd giggled, not that it was so funny, but that
he had confirmed their would be "other activities"
Are all crowds mindless?
What other possible outcome could there be
with several thousand naked couples, standing on wrestling mats,
fondling each other?

The crowd inched imperceptibly closer, not that they needed to
there were ten meter high display screens behind Vin.

The stage lights came up, revealing the four naked cameramen.
The crowd let out a collective
"Oooe."
They were all porno aware, these were the men
who stood around the bed filming the action.

The crowd approved, you needed a little build up
if the event, was truly remarkable.

Vin commented
"It's amazing what guys will pay, to be able to film the sort of thing."
it was a lie of a course, they were receiving their same
guild pay scale as before.

The crowd giggled as before.

Three young ladies were walking onto the stage,
they looked like sisters all out of the same mold,
short brown hair, freckles, the Little Sister you never had,
or if you did, the Little Sister who would never let you
fuck her.

Each of them had some sort of an acrylic
device between their legs, clearly
embedded in their vagina's,
but they never turned in a way
that allowed the crowd to see clearly.

Little Sister carried a short table,
she said it down center stage turning away
preventing a good look, at what she had stuck into herself.
Powerful stage lighting came up the small table
was fully illuminated.

Middle sister was close behind, they were not dragging this out
teasing the crowd, they were setting up the act with
quiet efficiency.
Middle sister had something cradled in her arm
the way you would carry a baby. With no theatrics whatsoever
she calmly placed the item in the center of the table.

Air was sucked through several thousand pairs of teeth,
a jet airplane on takeoff, requires a smaller volume.

Middle sister had disappeared unnoticed, the crowd was staring
at the obscenely illuminated two liter pop bottle.
Mobs may not, be as mindless as they are reputed to be.
A quivering wave of understanding and energy, rippled through the room
no one would bear bait this mob, they would tear anyone
into quivering pieces who tried.
They were going to see a human female, fuck that very bottle.

Big Sister was close behind, carrying a round metal tin
of Crisco, Little Sister, following closely.
Little Sister held the can, Big Sister scooped out
large handfuls, giving the huge object an expert hand job.
They disappeared, unnoticed, as the crowd stared
at the gigantic glistening over lubricated object.

Vin did the voice over
"Ladies and gentlemen its good those video guys
gave us all that money. We had to spend all of it
for your enjoyment, At great expense,
director you from a European nation, I cannot divulge
for diplomatic reasons, we bring you the impossible
sex act of the century."

Can several thousand people, stand so still
you can hear a fountain pen drop?

	[ 25. Two carnies work a crowd ]

Kathy walked calmly onto the stage, her face
serenely calm, flanked by her three vestal virgins.
Vestal, they might be, virgins seemed unlikely
each of them had some sort of a clear acrylic
dildo in themselves, allowing you to
view a surprising distance into their pink flesh.
It would have been interesting to interview
the crowd directly afterward, to see how many
noticed.

Kathy stood there calmly, serenely.
(Vin had arranged for backstage security
to whisk her away, if anything went wrong,
inciting a crowd to riot, is risky business.)

The two virgins on either side of her, reached over tugging her 
womanhood into a gape.
The three of them shuffled somewhat awkwardly until Kathy was directly 
above the impossible object.

Kathy could have done much better on her own, but this was theater.

Kathy began slowly lowering herself.

Kathy did the two liter.

A crowd was cheering, hollering, whistling, clapping,
shouting stamping their feet.

Kathy took a somewhat stiff bow, walking off the stage, the crowd never 
saw the soda pop bottle again.

Vin with impeccable timing, hollered
"But wait, there is more."
"Would you believe three liters?"

The crowd had fallen deathly silent again, no they did not believe
"Three liters?" Until moments ago, they did not believe in two liters.

The three virgins, calmly walked to center stage turning to face the 
crowd, they were smiling
standing there knees slightly spread, in the
classical fuck me pose. Ignoring their
vaginal devises was impossible this time.
There were batteries hidden in there somewhere,
the pink tunnels were as well lighted as a subway station.

The hovering paparazzi were ignored, but one of them
knelt with a close-up lens, dialed to perfect focus
you could clearly see about four inches into Little Sister,
not so little if you looked up to the thirty foot high screen on the wall.
She smiled sweetly blushing slightly
as she worked the crowd in her own way.
Anyone who has ever worked a crowd will understand.

This time Kathy was able to walk to center stage
without anyone noticing.
"I notice you have something in yourself there?"
"What holds it in place?"
Concealed microphones made their conversation
available to the multitudes.
"There's a little pink wire hidden at the bottom."
"Can you show us?"
"If you really want me to?" Little Sister asked shyly
"If there is anyone who would like to see, please applaud."
Kathy asked the crowd
It was obvious several thousand people did.
Once the applause died down, and it again became possible
to hear a train wreck ten feet away.
Kathy said
"Yes, Little Sister, they want to see."
Little Sister, reached down shyly, around back
tugging on something invisible to the crowd.
Soon she had it loose, the clear acrylic
devise began to wiggle free.
She held it up shyly, but in a fashion
that did not hide it from view, the paparazzi maneuvered.

After a suitable interval devoted to studying the devise.
Kathy asked.
"What is this Christmas tree thing here?"
Little Sister had turned a device sideways, giving them a good view.
"It's holds things it in place, you put it in..."
"Well, it's what holds things."
"I see there is a pink wire here."
"Does it go back in?"
Little Sister blushed, beginning, she obviously had
muscle memory of how to do this.
The clear acrylic, vaginal dilator started first
held with the left hand, the right-hand
was reaching around back, the paparazzi politely
refrained from macro lensing her little pink pooper.

Soon she stood erect smiling. The audience response
was less than the 2 L show but not by much,
amazing considering the clear acrylic piece, was about 3/4 inch
by four inches. The mouth of the acrylic spread her
lips as widely as was comfortable, all most 1 inch.

"Such a device, it is custom made?"
"Yes the make a mold."
"For anyone?"
The crowd gave a collective gasp, they have not exactly forgotten
the gold man's three liter promise.
They had been distracted.

The backstage lighting crew was first-rate,
they let the crowd figure it out first, then
slowly brought up the spotlight.
The same table was back in the same position.
The lights illuminated a bullet shaped
artillery project standing on its bell mouthed base.
Little Sisters, vaginal devise, had grown
to an unbelievable size.
The crowd oogle it, no one doubting, that 3 L
or more of molten plastic, had been poured into a mold.

The small entourage, moved further upstage
walking slowly around the devise, each of them
admiring it from all angles.

"Will you ladies be able to assist me?" Kathy asked sweetly
invisible shotgun microphones, transferred her question
directly to the audiences. It might have been possible
without the microphone, if she had raised her voice slightly.

This time Kathy handled things around front, while Little Sister
guided the Christmas tree shaped butt plug in.
The paparazzi were not as kind with Kathy.
The giant screens on the walls, showed everything from multiple angles
from close in shots, to images showing four people clustered together.
The thin pink living curtain between Little Sisters
small fingers, and the internally illuminated
acrylic telephone pole was Vin's favorite.

The four of them. Now similarly attired, walked back
to the stage front. All four of their pink tunnels
were illuminated, although in Kathy's case
you could read a newspaper, by her light.
The house lights had been dimmed making it possible.

Vin who have been forgotten, approached out of the darkness.

He took center stage standing beside Little Sister,
and Kathy he applauded and bowed to the crowd,
the crowd understanding its duty applauded,
Davis Strait quivered slightly in the water.

The four ladies took a bow that started the applause all over again.

 From somewhere, one of the three virgins produced
a gold band, which she handed to Kathy.
It was a Roman emperors, Laurel leaf crown.

Vin knelt before Kathy as the crown was placed on his head.
Vin turned, one last time to the crowd, announcing in a voice that 
needed no amplification.
"Let the games begin!"

For those who can accomplish it, and survive, there are
few thrills that equal, inciting a mob, to violent action.
The five slightly frightened individuals on stage
held hands trembling slightly, aghast at what
they had just done.

The games had begun.

Fleet Week II had begun.

Vin found the lightweight plastic crown to be quite comfortable,
he wore it all day no one questioned his right to do so.
Some people rule legitimately, others have to steal

Vin never again, wore the gold paint.
Well at least never again on his whole body.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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