"Hey, my eyes are up here!"

I was shocked out of staring at her waist for a moment, but my eyes kept going back. How could they not?

We were speed dating and I was staring at beauty I never thought possible.

"S-S-Sorry. Um, how did you, um, get this way?"

She explained she had been a magician's assistant until one fateful night when the magician had dropped dead on the stage with a heart attack. Needless to say, she wasn't restored.

"So, um, what happened your a- other half?", I stammered. I don't know if I'd ever be able to stop staring long enough to form complete sentences.

She had no problem talking whatsoever and seemed bored with the question like she'd gotten it a million times already.

"I leave it at home," she explained. "It really isn't worth lugging around everywhere and it can get a little exercise while I mingle here."

"What type of exercise?", I was genuinely curious now and that had restored some motor operation to my tongue again.

"Every time I see a hot guy I lower myself down a dildo and I imagine it is his dick", she explained without the slightest hesitation. "But you're not doing it for me, so excuse me while I try to find someone more exciting."