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BUSINESS, the sign warned.
    "What happens if you don't finish in time?" the succubus asked, curious.
    "It freezes up, and anything in there is stuck. Then you have to pay again, or have the fairy janitor pry you loose."
    "Clever!" She shoved the box against the buttocks.
    The filament came out and performed its exploration. "Stop that!" the muffled voice cried angrily. "Quit tickling and fuck it, you fuckin' impotent!"
    A cigarette emerged and found loose lodging. "You forgot to stock it with those tampons you bought!" the succubus exclaimed, smiling. She evidently found humor in the situation, now that she was not the victim.
    VIOLATION, the sign said, and a red flag popped up. The labia and buttocks closed around the cigarette and stiffened as though instant rigor mortis had set in. Any dawdling penis would have been in sorry straits.
    "Serves you right, slowpoke!" the muffled voice chortled, thinking it
was
a pinioned penis.
    Undismayed, the machine lit the cigarette, doused its light, and closed up shop. "Let's get out of here," Prior said, seeing the weed glow slowly down toward the oiled flesh. "Does neatsfoot oil burn? There could be an explosion. The management might not approve."
    "Serves her right," the succubus said smugly.
    They moved on to the next unoccupied booth. This offering was sunny side up, the spread thighs disappearing at an angle into the wall above. Prior found the coinslot and pressed in a token.
    "Doesn't it stretch those twats?" the succubus inquired.
    "No more than a turd does. The tokens aren't that big, and the mechanism is self-contained and shaped to the bowel. The same unit injects the flesh-stiffener and its antidote. A very efficient setup."
    "I'd still call it dirty money," she muttered. "The management must have a ball collecting and counting it."
    The vagina came alive. The succubus inserted her finger again and sampled it. "Jackpot! Syphilis!"
    Prior's member acted as though he were turning into a succubus himself. He didn't like the sound of this. "Are you sure my—that it works on syph, too?"
    "Of course I'm not sure! That's why we're here! If you die of syphilis I'll be generous enough to admit my theory was wrong."
    Prior couldn't debate that reasoning, though somehow he was not reassured. He brought out his penis, and it tried to elude his grasp and hide. He hauled it out again, and it dangled like a decapitated snake. He massaged it, trying to work it into a suitable erection. The organ inflated only to half-mast, then began to subside.
    "Hurry it up!" the succubus said. "Time is money."
    "I thought you didn't care about money."
    "
I
don't;
you
do. Get your midget pekker into the soup!"
    But it shriveled like an embarrassed worm until it was largely absent. The VIOLATION sign came on.
    "Oh for pity's sake!" she said. "Here—I'll take care of it. Come on over to the arcade section."
    She led him to the sexview stalls, his fly still open and his little penis peeping out pitifully. No one noticed. The succubus seemed pretty knowledgeable for a creature who had never patronized a place like this.
    Here, for a token, men and women could assimilate three-dimensional stereophonic odoriphorous semitactile eroticism.
    Each item was rated on a sliding scale: guaranteed to bring a person to spontaneous climax within a specified period. If it failed to do so, his token was refunded. Of course he had to submit his genitals to a quick machine inspection to verify that his gun had not been fired within the past half hour, and the offer was void if certain suppressant drugs were employed. Men had been known to try to beat the machine by injecting Novocain into their erectile tissue to deaden all sensation. (It didn't work; the climactic stimulus acted on the brain, not the meat.)
    Of course it was rumored that a sensitizing drug was injected by the arcade machine during its check for desensitizing drugs—but hardly anybody worried about that. An orgasm was an orgasm, after all, and a sexview