Book Eight: Chapter 22

“Have you guys been talking to Beth?”

“Oh, she’s legendary in our circles.” Holly stopped jerking his arm-dick and undid the buttons on the back of her skirt. She slowly stripped off her clothes, revealing lingerie underneath that was little more than a Christmas ribbon that had been intricately wrapped around her body. It terminated in a bow just above her belly. “So I was wondering if you could help me out with something.”

“You’ve got my attention.”

“I need to get you nice and hard,” she said, grabbing his arm-cock and licking it. “So that I can take a mold of your dick. I would like to properly copy it.”

“I’m...uh...not opposed.” Mike pondered his options. “For a fee, of course.”

“A fee?” Holly pouted, then put the sparkly arm-dick between her tits and squeezed them together. “You can’t just help a girl out?”

“If the others learn that there are magical copies of my dick and I didn’t put in an order for some of their own, they’re going to