Lips

The wheel clacked several times, then finally stopped. My eyes locked on the final result. The crowd erupted once more as the word "Lips" flashed on the overhead display.

"Well, this is interesting. Tell her about it, Paul!" said Biff.

"Certainly, Biff! Erica, your lips' sensitivity will be heightened, making eating and talking erotic experiences for you! Even telemarketers will be able to make you feel good now! Congratulations, Erica!"

Dammit.

A tuxedoed hunk led me offstage. I was led to a workstation and found myself once again with Roadkill.

"Hey, welcome back, cutie," he said.

"Don't make me kill you," I said.

Roadkill laughed. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle. I'm putting conducive foil on your lips. This won't hurt. I'm strapping this band around your head for the actual hardwiring. There's going to be some buzzing and slight disorientation, but no real pain, alright?"

I grumbled, but there wasn't anything I could do. He strapped me up until I looked like Steph the Robot Girl, then ran wire to the foil tape on my lips. I felt like I was wired to go off. Then he stepped back and nodded.

"You look good. You look like Steph the Robot Girl," he said.

"You're not funny," I said.

"I know," he said, "But I'm the one who gets to push the button."

"What button?" I asked.

"This one," he said, and he pressed a button.

Everything blurred for a moment, then cleared. I could hear my heartbeat in my head, but that faded, and, except for a slight ringing in my ears, I felt fine.

"See?" said Roadkill. "Piece of cake."

I nodded. "No problem," I said.

Roadkill stepped over and slid the wires off the foil tape, then removed the helmet. Then he gripped one end of the foil tape to strip it off my lips. "Ready?" he asked.

I looked at him strangely. What was the big deal about taking the tape off my lips? "Yeah, fine. Just do it already," I said.

Roadkill chuckled. "Whatever you say, darlin'," he said. Then he ripped the tape off my lower lip in one motion.

I gasped and came.