Yes, I Take the Deal

I clenched my teeth. I couldn't afford another letter. "Alright, Biff. I'll take the deal."

The crowd applauded as he spoke dramatically into the phone. "Mister Big...Erica will take the deal!" He slid the phone back into place and put his arm around me, then turned to face the camera. "Erica is having her eyebrows enhanced so that she can numb her lips! Will this strategy help her win the event? We'll see the results of the enhancement and begin the next event when we come back!" Then the camera turned off and Biff deflated.

Two tuxedoed beefcakes quickly escorted me backstage. Once again I found myself sitting across from Roadkill, the ex-biker techie who had earlier done my hair and nails.

"Hello again," he said.

"Grrrrrrr. Hello again," I said.

"Open up," he said.

I opened my mouth and he laid strips of thin metal mesh along my top and bottom lips. The adhesive on the strips held them in place.

"Press your lips together. Good...you'll feel current running through the strips, and it will feel weird, but it can't hurt you. While that's happening, I'm setting the neuro-strips on your eyebrows for restructuring. This won't hurt either, but it's going to feel buzzy up there while it's happening."

I felt Roadkill pressing something against my eyebrows. Then his fingers were gone, but I could still feel the strips. Then I gasped as I felt current running through both sets of strips. Roadkill was watching a monitor that appeared to have my eyebrows showing onscreen, and he was using the mouse to change the shapes on the screen. As he did so, I felt an increase in the sensations in my eyebrows. It was making me feel light-headed, and I began breathing deeper to avoid feeling nauseous.

I was really starting to feel dizzy, but all at once, it stopped. Roadkill removed the strips, and, judging by the way the strip removal didn't cause me to explode into orgasm, I deduced that my lips were indeed not the super sensitive sources of embarrassment they had been earlier. For now, anyway. I nodded in satisfaction. "Thank you, Roadkill. Much better."

The muscular Roadkill chuckled. "Don't thank me yet, babe," he said, handing me a mirror.

I swore. I had known they were going to adjust my eyebrows, but my eyebrows were so arched and rounded now that the effect even caused my eyes to be opened just slightly wider than normal. I looked stunned. Grrrrrrrr!