The Bride of Frankencock

They sat on the edge of the bed, the bottle at their feet. Black and white and grey the screen flashed, the rumble of thunder, the stark white of the lab coats. A female Dr. Frankenstein.

"I haven't seen this version," Angelica said.

"Neither have I," Lois confessed. The sheet over the monster showed curious hills and valleys. The acting was terrible, but Lois felt a pleasant alcoholic buzz, and in that mood the campy schlock seemed to fit the mood.

Lightning flashed along the coils. Something between the sheet began to stir...and rise...and rise...

Dr. Frankenstein shouted in triumph. "It's alive...alive! Rise...Frankencock!"

Vodka nearly sputtered out of the reporter's mouth as the sheet was ripped away, revealing a statuesque transsexual, hard cock painted with stitches, the swollen and shiny breasts an obvious boob job, rivets glued to the side of her head.

Angelica laughed. "I think I like this movie you picked out."

Lois blushed. "I didn't know it was porn! I thought it was Bride of Frankenstein!"

On screen, all pretense of horror-movie seriousness evaporated. Dr. Frankenstein had shucked her lab coat and was licking and sucking the head as the very female Igor—no hump there, Lois noticed—began sucking on the monster's balls.

The reporter shook her head. It was all so funny...

Then her eyes fell on Blaze's crotch. There was another monster, much closer to her than the screen, which had stirred to life.

"You do like that kind of thing," Lois said softly, eyes glued on the hard shaft sticking up from between the escort's legs.

"I didn't get a chance to see much of this kind of thing growing up," Angelica said. "So you could say I'm a little old-fashioned."

"A bold experiment, creating life," Lois said, appropriate of nothing. Moans and sucking noises were coming from the screen, but the reporter wasn't watching it.

"Does that scare you?" Angelica said.

"I fear the result," Lois said. The dark purple head bobbed in the air, and the reporter stared at it as though hypnotized. Butterflies ran through her stomach. The moans on screen grey in frequency and volume, yet neither of them were watching it any more.

"Just because we have sex doesn't mean..." Angelica didn't finish the thought. "Did you...want to try again?"