could show her face to him, instead of this dark blob of anonymity. “The hood,” she said. “When does it come off?” “Normally, when you commit to a man, and he speaks your name. Then you cease to be the mysterious Maiden in the Tower, making way for next week’s offering. He will know your full appearance. It is a gamble for him, of course, as you might be ugly in the face. There are no guarantees about the
Maiden; men must judge her by her body and her actions and speech.” “I am fair of feature.” “So you say. So they all say. Some men prefer to leave the hood on, so they can fantasize that the Maiden is actually a lost love. Your face will not be your fortune while you remain in the Tower.” “So what will be my fortune?” “Do you have any talents?” She had her professional talent, but she was not about to speak of that,
lest it give away her true identity. “I am reasonably smart.” “That won’t do. Can you piss, shit, or fart with authority—at least a 6.0
on the Rectum Scale?” “Definitely not,” she said, wincing inwardly. “You can’t juggle, or sew champion quilts, or cook gourmet?” “None of the above.” He sighed. “Then smart has to be it, though that’s a liability with some
men. You must make a statement that will appeal to smart men.” “But I’m confined to this bowel tower.” “That is not a smart observation. You know that your every action and
word is publicized. Your body may be confined, but not your words.” Veil was mortified. He was right. She had been stupid. She hated that.
“I’ll ponder a statement,” she agreed. “Do not take undue time. This is the third day of seven; two men have
qualified, and the third is in process.” Ouch! The sooner she acted, the better chance she would have of getting more than one good man in the lineup. But as yet she had no idea of a suitable statement. Maybe it would help to see what was already in the queue. “Please show me the first man.” “Do you wish to interview him, or see him contesting?” “I can interview them?” she asked surprised. “Yes, of course. You can talk with them, question them, or have sex with
them, whatever you choose, gathering information for an informed choice.” This seemed almost too fair. Then she caught on to the catch. “And
everyone else will be watching and listening.” “Certainly. This is great entertainment for the masses. They will be judging you, and it could affect potential contestants, especially if you turn out to be sexually apt.”
Veil knew she could be as apt as any woman, but that was not the way she wanted to choose. “Show the contest.”
“A word of advice. You have been uncommonly silent of rectum. You will have to fart socially with any contestants you meet, or interviews will be pointless.” Veil realized that this was good advice. “Thank you. I will do my best to reform.” She nerved herself and squeezed out an audible break of wind.
“Very good.” The picture shifted to the base of the huge female statue. A sultry nude woman stood there. In a moment a halfway handsome naked young man approached. “Several have tried before, this day, and been rejected,” the announcer’s voice said. “This is the one destined to succeed.”
“Actually he looks all right,” Veil said. “But it’s his mind and personality I’m more interested in.” “For that you will need the interview. The challenge is purely physical.” The man farted and put his arms around the woman, embracing her. She yielded to this, but did not smile. He whispered in her ear, but got no reaction. He stroked her body, cupping her full breasts in his hands. “You are the loveliest creature I have seen today,” he said. Now she smiled and emitted a small fart. “Thank you.” He let out a louder fart. “Your charms overcome me. I must caress you.” The woman merely stood in his embrace, neither speaking nor moving.
He kissed her, and she held for the kiss, but
Maiden; men must judge her by her body and her actions and speech.” “I am fair of feature.” “So you say. So they all say. Some men prefer to leave the hood on, so they can fantasize that the Maiden is actually a lost love. Your face will not be your fortune while you remain in the Tower.” “So what will be my fortune?” “Do you have any talents?” She had her professional talent, but she was not about to speak of that,
lest it give away her true identity. “I am reasonably smart.” “That won’t do. Can you piss, shit, or fart with authority—at least a 6.0
on the Rectum Scale?” “Definitely not,” she said, wincing inwardly. “You can’t juggle, or sew champion quilts, or cook gourmet?” “None of the above.” He sighed. “Then smart has to be it, though that’s a liability with some
men. You must make a statement that will appeal to smart men.” “But I’m confined to this bowel tower.” “That is not a smart observation. You know that your every action and
word is publicized. Your body may be confined, but not your words.” Veil was mortified. He was right. She had been stupid. She hated that.
“I’ll ponder a statement,” she agreed. “Do not take undue time. This is the third day of seven; two men have
qualified, and the third is in process.” Ouch! The sooner she acted, the better chance she would have of getting more than one good man in the lineup. But as yet she had no idea of a suitable statement. Maybe it would help to see what was already in the queue. “Please show me the first man.” “Do you wish to interview him, or see him contesting?” “I can interview them?” she asked surprised. “Yes, of course. You can talk with them, question them, or have sex with
them, whatever you choose, gathering information for an informed choice.” This seemed almost too fair. Then she caught on to the catch. “And
everyone else will be watching and listening.” “Certainly. This is great entertainment for the masses. They will be judging you, and it could affect potential contestants, especially if you turn out to be sexually apt.”
Veil knew she could be as apt as any woman, but that was not the way she wanted to choose. “Show the contest.”
“A word of advice. You have been uncommonly silent of rectum. You will have to fart socially with any contestants you meet, or interviews will be pointless.” Veil realized that this was good advice. “Thank you. I will do my best to reform.” She nerved herself and squeezed out an audible break of wind.
“Very good.” The picture shifted to the base of the huge female statue. A sultry nude woman stood there. In a moment a halfway handsome naked young man approached. “Several have tried before, this day, and been rejected,” the announcer’s voice said. “This is the one destined to succeed.”
“Actually he looks all right,” Veil said. “But it’s his mind and personality I’m more interested in.” “For that you will need the interview. The challenge is purely physical.” The man farted and put his arms around the woman, embracing her. She yielded to this, but did not smile. He whispered in her ear, but got no reaction. He stroked her body, cupping her full breasts in his hands. “You are the loveliest creature I have seen today,” he said. Now she smiled and emitted a small fart. “Thank you.” He let out a louder fart. “Your charms overcome me. I must caress you.” The woman merely stood in his embrace, neither speaking nor moving.
He kissed her, and she held for the kiss, but
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