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E-Read Erotica ReviewsThe laughs though are very good, it just gets more and more absurd as the story goes on, which is a good thing since you can’t hit super absurd right from the start because it’s too much of a shock. The book eases us into it, and I will always say that writing comedy is also very hard, but K.C. Cave manages to pull off this satirical farce quite well, and keep the heat going through the entire episode….Is it silly? Hell yes it is silly. We have a whole host of silly names, situations, characters, and a supporting cast that are all very funny and quite farcical. I like the humor every now and then, and writers who attempt erotic humor are a rare breed. It is very difficult because you are balancing two opposite emotions (that are quite similar in a way, read my workshops), while trying to make things both silly and hot at the same time. Don’t take this too seriously, laugh along at the craziness, and have fun.

The set-up: Remy reads the demand letter from her ex’s lawyer saying she owes more money, and she’s fuming. Then she hears an ad on the radio: “Screwed by the legal profession? You may qualify for a new and free legal service.” Later that day, the young beauty is strapped to a chair, nude and ready for a bizarre and erotic examination by 5 lawyers, a demented, over-endowed dwarf, and an audience of horny law students. Remy’s ex is claiming she’s frigid. This nude deposition will prove she’s not. [erotic humor, MF, submission, well-hung dwarf, public sex, lawyer sex, bimbo, public sex with strangers, MF sex]

An excerpt:

“She’s climbing,” Professor Slutz said, her eyes glued to the monitor. “Approaching seven hundred Kinseys.”

“Let me know the moment she stabilizes,” Professor Balzac said as he churned his dick inside Remy. One hand gripped Remy’s hip, while the thumb of his other hand gently massaged her clit.

“Six-eighty-five, six-ninety, six-ninety, six-ninety….”

“Dammit, woman, I said tell me …”

“She’s steady at six-ninety-five. What next?”

“We don’t have a case unless she climbs to seven fifty,” Professor Balzac muttered. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he fucked Remy at a quickening pace. Remy was grunting with each thrust, her legs flailing, her hands fondling her breasts. “Let’s go into full deposition mode.”

After a nod from Professor Slutz, the interns jabbed buttons and threw switches. The lights came up, and the large conference table lowered into the floor. The ceiling panels drew back, revealing a sea of faces in a circular balcony surrounding the room.

The conference room had transformed into a large, high-tech surgical theater filled with students peering down at Remy, strapped into her chair, and Professor Balzac thrusting into her maniacally. Below, nearly a dozen interns, lawyers and technicians milled about the operating theater.

“Numbers! I need numbers!” Professor Balzac shouted as he pounded away.

“Still holding at six-ninety-five,” Professor Slutz responded. “What do you think? Should we call…?”

Professor Balzac pulled out of Remy, his glistening cock bobbing up and down. He spun around and looked up at fifty law students and professors in the gallery above. Hands on hips, he closed his eyes and threw his head back.

“Mah dwarf! Gimme mah dwarf!” Professor Balzac bellowed. “Get me mah little fucker!”

Word count: 6,600

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