It's a lot.

"Cool..." Ross said nervously. "I guess I'll- whoa!"

Madison grabbed him by the back of the neck and marched him into the bedroom, where she shoved him onto the bed. Ross felt like a kitten being herded by its mother. She reached to the hem of her tank top and peeled it off of herself, her pendulous breasts bouncing into view. "Pants," she growled, and Ross hastily removed his pants and underwear while she stepped out of her own shorts and panties.

"Mads, are you ok? You don't seem-" Ross's complaint was cut short when she put a hand over his face and shoved several fingers into his mouth. She lowered herself onto him and he felt a sharp rush of pleasure as his member was engulfed.

"No talking," she said. "I want dick, not conversation." She closed her eyes, threw her head back, and began to grind against him. He reached for her breasts, but she slapped his hand away. He tried again with the same result. Madison opened her eyes and glared at him.

"After this you can turn me back into an airhead and ask me inane questions and use my tits as stress balls," she growled. "But right now your job is to make me come."

Ross nodded meekly and laid back passively. Madison closed her eyes again and began running her hands across her body sensually. To his surprise, she reached down and began playing with her clit. He almost offered to help before he remembered that he wasn't supposed to talk.

It only took a few minutes for Madison to get herself close to climax. Ross was fascinated; she was much less expressive, her usual cries and moans replaced with guttural grunts. Without warning, she dug her nails into his chest and let out a slow, languid sigh before rolling off of his still-erect manhood and stood.

"Thanks," she said as she scooped up her clothes from the floor. Ross sat up, obviously frustrated.

"What about this?" he asked and pointed to his throbbing tumescence. Madison thought for a moment before answering.

"Two and a half stars."

He stared at her. "I wasn't asking for a review, I was asking you to take care of it!"

She smirked as she looked into his mirror and adjusted her top. "I got what I needed. You want someone to take care of you, give me a nurse personality."

Ross sat up. "I could order you to, right? You're technically still my golem, right?"

Madison turned and fixed him with an intense glare. "Technically, yes. I wouldn't recommend it."

"Why?"

Madison tapped her temple. "Your little nitrate trick. I'm fucking crazy and I don't like being told what to do. Without the nitrous, it would never occur to me to bite off your balls and make earrings out of them. Surliness, creativity, and **** are a bad combo."

"Fair enough," Ross said. "I'm gonna go get Pat."