“Oh. Okay…” He gaped at the three of us for a second, then disappeared. The door snicked closed again.
“Ava, I think we’re going to need to get the gurney and get you to the hospital,” I started, but already she was shaking her head vigorously.
“No. No fucking way.” She glanced at Steve over her shoulder. “My fiancé doesn’t know about this. Hell, no one knows about this!” I thought of the five bridesmaids and said nothing. “And you want to wheel me out of here? In front of my parents’ neighbors?”
“Um.” I thought about it and had to agree she had a point: we’d need to figure out how to get her onto the gurney, with him still… attached? Inserted? Then get the two of them out the front door, down the steps, and into the truck, all while he tried to walk while staying in her… “I’m not sure the gurney is the right height,” I reflected, trying to judge the length of the man’s legs.
“It’s sore,” she bleated. I patted her back and straightened.
“So. Steve.” I allowed myself a glance down his body. “Any chance of you, like, getting smaller?”
“I’ve been trying,” he confessed, spreading his hands helplessly, “but it’s hard.” I suppressed a giggle, but I know I smiled. So did he. “I mean, it’s difficult. To soften. Under the circumstances.”
I sighed. “Because it feels so good.”
He nodded fervently. “So. Fucking. Good.”
“Can you get him out?” Ava was starting to cry again, and I thought carefully as I moved back toward Steve.
I beckoned his head lower as I leaned up to whisper into his ear. He smelled richly of sweat and pussy; clearly, he’d had his face in a snatch or two earlier. “Listen,” I started, trying to keep eye contact, “I think she’s right. We can’t get you guys into the ambulance.” He nodded. “You really need to get smaller, man.”
“I’m telling you, I’ve tried.” He was whispering back, his breath hot on my ear. “Honestly? Every time she shivers, it feels even better.”
“Oh my god.” I tried not to roll my eyes, honest, I did… but I failed. We both stood there, looking down at the quaking Ava, until I took a deep breath and tipped my head back toward Steve’s. “Can’t you just ejaculate?”
“Inside? No,” he said at once, “it’s against company policy. And…” he trailed off and licked his lips. “It’d be tough. I’m wearing a cockring.”
“A what?”
“A cockring.” He swallowed. “Haven’t you ever hired a stripper before?”
I was about to answer, my mouth dropping open like a guppy’s, when Mikey knocked on the door and stuck his head in. “Nadia? It says it might be something called vaginismus.”
“No.” I scowled, glaring at him. “I know that one. He wouldn’t have been able to get inside.” Mikey shook his head, perplexed. “His penis is inside her vagina,” I hissed.
“Ow,” Ava moaned.
“Oh.” Mikey went back to the tablet, his fingers flying over the hospital’s diagnostic app, while I stood there awkwardly with Steve.
“It’s okay, Ava,” I purred, glancing up at the man. “Umm… look, this is super-awkward, but if we can’t get to the hospital and you can’t relax…”
“What would they do to me at the hospital?” she quavered.
I had no idea. “Probably give you a muscle relaxant? But I can’t do that out here.”
“I don’t want to go to the hospital.”
I glanced at Mikey, who frowned at the tablet. “Honey, listen. Steve? He’s trying to get, uh, limp? But he’s having trouble. I don’t think we can get him out until he can, like, soften.”
She twisted around, eyes wide. “Can’t he cum?” she demanded. “Please?”
“I…” I knew I should say nothing. Everything in me told me to get these two to the hospital. I licked my lips. “I mean, I can’t recommend that…”
“I can’t,” Steve mouthed softly. “Cockring…”
I whirled from one to the other, totally unsure what to do, when Mikey cleared his throat. “Got it. Says it’s rare.” He looked up. “Penis captivus.”
“What?” I shook my head. It sounded like a species of bug, or the motto of a whorehouse or something. “Penis captivus?”
He shrugged. “Symptoms match. There’s a reference from like the forties,” he went on, trying not to look at the naked Ava, “but not much else. Tranquilizers are indicated.”
“Yeah,” I nodded, my gaze shifting to the sweating Ava, “I can’t do that here.”
“Just cum in me,” she pleaded, wincing as she turned. “It’s fine. I want you to.”
“Yeah?” Steve arched his eyebrow, his fingers tightening on her hips.
“Yes!”
He glanced at me, worried, and I moved back to where he stood behind her thighs. “You can head back out, Mikey. Thanks.” I nodded up at Steve to make sure he was okay with me leaning in to check him out, and then suddenly I was bending over Ava’s straining lower back.
“What are you doing?”
“Just… checking,” I frowned, bending low. The bed smelled overwhelmingly of sex. Her ass swelled beneath my hands as I gloved up and touched her warm skin, spreading her cheeks as gently as I could, and then there it was: the reddened flesh of Steve’s penis shot out from among a closely cropped brush of pubic hair, thick and rigid as it disappeared into Ava’s slit. I squinted, making out a dull black band tight around his root. “The ring. It’s… it’s rubber?” I said excitedly.
“Silicone.”
“Oh!” I smiled up at him. “No problem. I’ll just get my shears and snip it off…”
“No!” They both screamed it, jarring me. “You’re not getting any scissors near my package,” Steve barked.
“Or my pussy,” Ava added firmly.