Chapter 9

Tina looked around at the crumbling building Kate had brought her to. “Great! Spending Thanksgiving Mad Max style. Why the fuck are we here?” She complained.

“Because you lost the bet,” Kate answered.

“Yeah, I lost the bet,” Tina argued. “I have to perform the sex act of your choice. What does that have to do with a condemned flower store? This place is nasty.”

“Seriously,” Stan agreed. “Let’s go somewhere else. Anywhere else. I feel like I’m catching three diseases a minute just standing here.”

“Trust me. You’ll see,” Kate replied with a smile. She grabbed several towels out of the SUV and held them in her lap.

Kate led Tina, Baz, and Stan inside to Laurel’s sex plant. It was a little bigger than Kate remembered, and had more of those stalks that ended in orgasm-giving leaves.

“That, dear sister, is your date,” Kate announced devilishly. “So drop your panties, scootch up, put one of those big leaves on your snatch, and wait for the magic to happen.”

“I don’t think so,” Tina said. “You said ‘sex act’, not ‘allergic reaction that renders me sterile’.”

Stan pried the caps off of two beers and handed one to Baz.

“We didn’t agree to this,” Tina continued. “You said it was something you’ve done.”

“I have done it. Believe me, I’m doing you a favor here,” Kate said. “This thing will make you come harder than anything you’ve ever tried before.”

Tina looked to the men for support, but found none. “I’d like to see this,” Baz opined.

“Tell you what,” Stan said, handing his beer to Baz, “I’ll prove it’s safe.” He unbuttoned his jeans, pulled them down to his knees, and started rubbing his package until his cock emerged from his boxers’ fly.

“He just likes to show off his dick,” Tina teased.

“Damn! He has every right to!” Kate proclaimed while she watched his dick grow well past the size of any penis she had experienced. “Doesn’t that thing hurt?”

“A little bit - but it’s so worth it,” Tina answered.

Stan placed an overturned bucket near the plant and sat on it. “So I just put this here?” He asked as he placed one of the broad leaves at the end of a tendril on his cock head.”

“I guess,” Kate said. “I don’t know if it works on men.”

Before Kate had even finished speaking, the edges of the leaf had curled around Stan’s shaft. The tiny pink filaments on the underside of the leaf came alive, dancing on his cock head.

“Huh,” Stan exclaimed. “Oh ... God damn.” His face took on a look of intoxication.

“What’s going on?” Tina asked.

“It’s like ... a really good blowjob,” Stan told his friends. “Ugh! There’s like, pressure and moisture and heat, and even suction. I don’t know how, but ... Oh, fuck!”

The three observers passed around the beers silently while they watched the seemingly motionless vine suck their moaning friend’s cock.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come,” Stan announced. His body twitched and his face tightened up, but when it returned to normal, he continued moaning with his eyes closed.

“Did you come?” Kate asked.

“Kinda,” Stan said, still drunk on the plant’s stimulation. “I started to - got off one squirt - but then it like ... rewound.”

They watched in silence until Stan announced, “Here it comes again!” Once again his body moved, compelled by his climax, and once again he returned to his sexual bliss, still stiff as a board. A small glob of semen escaped the blowjob-plant’s embrace and dropped to the ground.

“Believe me now?” Kate asked Tina.

Tina bit her lip with indecision, and then she hurriedly stripped out of her jeans and panties revealing a recently waxed bare pussy. She grabbed a towel from Kate’s lap and spread it over the lounge cushion on the floor, and then lay on it, exposing herself to her would-be lover. She grabbed one of the vines, as if leading a child by the arm, and pressed the leave against her crotch.