Bumping into a cocktail waitress who worked the casino floor, he saw her look down to her breasts.
Again, she looked.
Then, God, it dawned! Her implants had been done! They were bigger, more rounded, closer together—more sexy than they had ever been.
But, see, the irony had obviously escaped her.
Her implants had been done to make her more sexy. A point reinforced even as he examined them while she balanced her drinks tray, and allowed his inspection to pass. Here she was, faking a so-called erogenous zone through having wasted and destroyed under the surgeon's knife whatever feeling she'd ever had there. This 'erogenous zone' now comprised two unfeeling implants!
Not only had a basic numbness resided between her legs, but now also did it reside in her fake breasts!
And no doubt should some unwitting male ever fondle either sexy looking implant, she would fake some kind of ecstasy!
'Beautiful, really beautiful,' he faked.
And, pleased, she swept away.
Ins and Outs on the Ups and Downs that include some Notes on the Cut, Thrust and Parry that is part of the Great Game--Sexual Politics. And encompassing too Single Men and Women and the Pleasures of Youth.
