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  Of course, Belling had protest vehemently, but it was all in vain. Stan Remus and his co-harts recognized a coup when they saw it, and graciously took their offer off the table.

  Jubilant, Charlotte called Pam, who was waiting for the news, and ordered her to tell R and D to resume production. “And while you're at it, have someone notify all the test subjects to return to work tomorrow evening."

  "Yes, ma'am,” the assistant smiled. “And, uhh, I'm going to assume I won't need to notify Mr. Stenson."

  Charlotte glanced over to where her lover was standing and looking out the revolving doors as they waited for the company limo to arrive. “No. I'll handle that one on my own. Oh, and I might be late coming to work in the morning."

  The assistant laughed softly. “Very well. Have a good evening, Miss Skye. And congratulations."

  Charlotte thanked her, wished her a good night, and hung up. Looping her arm through his, they stood together to wait.

  "Miss Skye?"

  "Yes, Mr. Stenson?"

  "Guess this means I'm an employee again."

  "Not necessarily.” She watched as he glanced down at her. “I have another proposition for you."

  The limo pulled up to the curb. Charlotte waited until they were both inside, and she had given the driver instructions to head for home. That being done, she closed the partition between them and the driver. Guy gave her another look, this time of disbelief.

  "Now, where was I?"

  "At another proposition,” he reminded her.

  "Oh, yeah. Well, it's this. I want you to personally test all further products for me."

  "For you? Just you? Or with you?"

  "Does it make any difference? Umm, you're game, aren't you?"

  "Well, it depends on the products,” Guy said. “I'm not going to have to dress my dick up in another costume again, am I?"

  Laughing aloud, Charlotte shook her head. “I have another idea."

  Guy faked a loud groan of despair. “Okay. Let me have it."

  She reached into her large purse that doubled as her carry-all, and extracted a box to hand to him. Guy turned the box over in his hands.

  "Open it,” she ordered.

  Inside were several shiny packets embellished with musical notes. Flipping on an overhead light, Guy held one dark purple envelope up where he could read it. “Rock Me Baby? Are you kidding me? This is a musical condom?"

  "When you put it on, it plays music."

  "For how long?"

  "I don't know,” she admitted with a shrug. “It's a test model, remember?"

  "So, what makes it play?” He was already undoing his pants. Charlotte reciprocated by pulling off her thong and tossing it to the floor.

  "There's a little chip embedded in it, kind of like those cards that play music when you open them. So far we've bought the rights to four songs. But if the condoms are a big seller, I'd like to add more songs to our repertoire."

  She watched as Mr. Moho sprung to attention as soon as it cleared his briefs. Reaching out, she wrapped her fingers around its girth, squirming in her seat at her body's reaction. Guy careful unrolled the sheath over himself, and almost immediately both cock and condom began to play and sing.

  Yes, I'm rockin',

  Rockin’ with my baby,

  Rockin’ with my baby

  All night long.

  "There's just one thing missing from your selections,” he told her as he dragged her across the seat toward him.

  "Oh? What?"

  "Mendelssohn's ‘Wedding March'. This would make a terrific gag gift for the new bride and groom,” he murmured, crawling between her raised knees.

  Charlotte paused long enough to see the insinuation in his eyes. In the next moment, she melted under his assault as he shoved himself into her and began hammering away.

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  In the front seat the limo driver sensed undo motion coming from the back compartment. But since the privacy window was up, he could neither see nor speak with Miss Skye and her escort. Although he had an idea what could be occurring back there.

  Still, there was the small speaker he could page her with. Pushing the button, he started to inquire if everything was all right. Faintly he could hear music. Or ... what sounded like music. Except that it seemed to keep cutting out, as though the station was faulty.

  Yes ... ‘m ro-...

  Rock ... my ba..

  ...-in’ with ... by,

  ...night lo-....

  Sighing, he closed the circuit and returned to concentrating on his driving. It was a good twenty minute trip to the Skye Estate. Hopefully, whatever was interfering with the reception would clear up soon.

  The music didn't completely stop until they reached the front door.

  The End

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