Not really pleased with this one, but had to get it out of the way of other ideas.

Jules stepped lightly away from the exchanged twins and their current status. Already the two men chosen to help them with their division and restoration were enjoying their rewards, despite how flimsy the logic was. It was quite the sight, watching the women cut cut up like that, and her own groin was feeling the heat.

Tugging at the thin cloth collar around her neck, Jules found a mirror to check herself out in - one of many conveniently arrayed around the large room for the enjoyment and gratification of all.

She made sure that her hair-ties were still in place, holding her brown hair into two tails that draped over her shoulders, framing her face and neck.  Brown eyes looked back at her as she licked her lips, her right hand covered in a pink half-glove to offset the near-monochrome of her chocolate coloured skin.

And all of her skin was on display, breasts hanging outward barely drew attention away from her wide hips that left an inviting gap between her thighs. As she ran her hand down the side of her body to assure herself that it was what she wanted, she saw movement behind her.

"Hey babe," a man said as he stepped up into her personal space, putting his arms around her body.  His left arm pinned her own arm to her side, the hand reaching across to grasp her right breast. His right dipped down to examine her invitation.  "You busy?" The offer was plain.

"You offering?" Jules leaned back to press against him, and to use her free hand to guide his right. "Because despite what you may think, I'm not free."

"Depends," the man replied. She looked at him in the mirror. There was nothing unusual about him. White shirt, blue jeans, blonde hair. "What do you want?"

That was certainly a question, Jules recognized for herself. The party was essentially a free-for-all with the Master of Ceremonies Magician supervising. Anything you could consent to was available, and it was obvious that more people were more consenting than others. "You know," she deflected, "what I thought I wanted, I think won't be enough."

"Oh? And what would that be?"

Jules thought it was cheap to go about things in this way, but she honestly was not certain what she wanted to do. She had thought that doffing her clothes would provide some form of inspiration, but it just wasn't coming to her. And she wasn't unique enough to attract undue attention - this man was the first to come on to her.

"It doesn't matter now," she replied as his exploration became a little more intimate, "but," she pulled him out, and twisted in his grasp to face him, "I'm certain we can think of something to do right here and now..."

Jules knew she had him for whatever they wanted to do, and with the growing desire they both shared, she saw something useful. "There," she nodded, "a table."  She pushed him back a little, and then led them to the long smooth surface that sat unattended on four legs. At one end was a large cylinder that rested on the thin side, but she ignored it.

Instead, she pushed him down onto the table, giving him room to lift himself up and slide onto it properly.  Ignoring other considerations, she climbed on top of him and obliged their mutual consent by pulling open his pants to let his cock out.  It barely required any teaching to come to full attention, and without any announcement, set herself on top of it and dropped down to let her hips meet his.

He moaned and she gasped as they joined, Julie getting into the act as thoughts of propriety or being observed left her mind.  After some amount of time, she leaned forward to lay down on his now-open shirt. They locked lips in lust as she stretched out her arms over their heads.

Jules' fingers touched the object at the head of the table, and a small shock went through her body, enough to cause the two of them to react.  She tried to pull back, to put her hands to better use, but found she couldn't.

Her attention shifted up and her eyes opened wide as she saw her distant fingers get pulled into the far-too-thin gap between the cylinder and the table. "Ah!" she cried out as the man under her kissed her on the neck, completely oblivious.

Enraptured, Jules watched as the rest of her fingers vanished, and her hands were started on. "Oh my god," she whispered, "look at that!" She finally managed to distract her casual lover long enough to direct his attention upward.

"Hey," he said as he tilted his head, "it's a wringer!"

"A what?" Jules drew a blank on the name.

"You know, a flattener. Like a rolling pin." He said as her upper arms were compressed. "I bet you're as flat as a piece of paper on the other side."

"How do I get out?"

"You don't," he said with a grin as she looked upward, their physical connection forgotten.  "Oh, man, the look on your face!"

Jules was struck with an idea, and the means to enforce it. "I got a deal for you," she looked down at him with a gleam in her eye.  She adjusted her legs to pin his own hips and legs under her. "You ride with me all the way to the end," she kissed him for good measure, "and you get to ride me all the way."

He had enough presence of mind to consider what that meant. "Through there?" he asked as they were dragged further along, Jules' elbows starting to be threatened. "Awfully tight."

"That's the point," she agreed with what she hoped was a sultry voice. "You. Me. As close as we can get."

"And what do I get out of this?" he negotiated even as his body accepted hers.

"Why," she raced to think of something, "we get put back to normal at the end, right? Well, if you do this for me, I'll go back home with you. No questions asked. Just you and me and whatever you want to do, for the whole weekend."

He grinned. "That's some offer."

Jules agreed. "Accept it quick, you don't have much time to wiggle out from under me if you don't."

"Anything?"

"I don't see why not, it's not like I have much to lose."

"Fine," he agreed. "But you better come through for me."

Jules touched her forehead to his, "Oh, don't worry.  I won't go anywhere you won't tell me too."

They kissed, and returned to their lovemaking, Jules not paying attention to the advancement of the roller.  She was busy sticking her tongue down his throat as far as he was sticking up into her when the cylinder touched their heads.

At first, to the outside observer, nothing seemed to happen, then their heads slowly seemed to slip under the roller, except there was no where for them to go. On the other side, their crowns appeared, her brown hair atop, and his blonde under it.

As their heads were pushed together, their bodies reacted to the lack of control, both of them finally releasing their built up pleasure. And yet they still went at it as the bodies were flattened, first the chests, then their stomachs, until finally the rollers stopped their mindless screwing by putting their hips together.

Rick walked by and saw the results as the roller reset. Lifting up the heads, he laughed. "Well, ain't see that before," he admitted.  "Gives whole new meaning to the phrase 'Beast with Two Backs."  He groaned at his own pun, then looked around for a place to put the two.  "I get the feeling like I missed an amazing opportunity here, but that's alright."