Vivian deliberately rubbed the metal against his soft chest, making sure to tease his fat nipples with the cold tool. She repressed a smirk of satisfaction as Josh squirmed, his jaw clenched, but she did not stop her work until his nubs were tight and stiff.
“Your heart seem fine, if not a bit fast. Are you nervous, dear? Don’t worry, it’s going to end soon” she cooed. That was a bit of a white lie. Truth was, they barely started.
“Can you pass me the gag, Paul, please?” she asked, offering her hand to her assistant.
“The gag?” asked Josh, apprehensive.
“I need to check your mouth. Your teeth, your tongue, everything needs to be perfectly healthy. Plus, good teeth mean that your system has good calcium level. It’s a plus in your interview score” she continued, in a professional matter-of-fact tone, as she examined the ring Paul just passed her.
It was on the big side, probably not the most comfortable on their selection, but it seemed like if Paul wanted a bit of a show. She did not feel like denying him. After all, he was one of their best farmhands.