“That’s...” exclaimed Sandy, then she hesitated as she realized all eyes were on her.

“Yes?” asked Traci, grinning encouragingly.

“So hot.  I want to try it.” squeaked Sandy, barely above a whisper.

Traci waggled her eyebrows.  “I can arrange that.”

Sandy’s eyes went wide and she covered her mouth with her hands, as if to prevent any further secrets from slipping out.

“Breathe sweetie,” said Will.  “Does anyone here look shocked?”

Sandy giggled and lowered her hands to her lap.  She stared down at the table and shook her head, cheeks pinkening.  “Do... do you like the idea, Will?”

Traci spoke next, leaning forward to look into Will’s eyes intently.  “Do you like the idea of watching your sweetie dwindle before you?  From a woman to a doll, a doll to a toy, a toy to a flimsy little bit of latex...  Does that turn you on, Will?”

“I...”  Will stammered, and looked away.  “Parts of it.”

“The part where she’s a sex toy, or the part where she’s no longer human and has no say in what you do with her?”

There was a squeak and an embarrassed blush from Sandy.  Traci favoured her with a smouldering look.  “Don’t deny the appeal.  Objects don’t get a say in what their owners do.  If you’re a condom, you’re not his girlfriend.  He can do what he wants with you.  Anything.”  Traci drew out the syllables of the last word, walking her fingers up Sandy’s arm as she did so.

Sandy tore her gaze away from Sandy, and got caught up in Will’s eyes instead.  “What will you do with your condom?” she asked softly.

Will stammered an incoherent reply.

“Check please!” said Traci brightly.  “Let’s pick this up back at the apartment.”