Ro's posture had become rigid and tense.  "Completing Qopf Dam is not feasible until at least 2058 unless something is done about the buh--"

     Her thick, pink lower lip vibrated steadily and an, "Ooooh..." was all she could manage to moan.

     Mayor Stanton rose to his feet as Ro found herself on the floor.  A single bead of saliva dribbled from the corner of her mouth as her upright body, seated in dread V positioning, rocked slowly on itself, front to back.

     Mayor Stanton's hand tightened around the shiny chrome remote.  The other men in the room displayed a wide array of emotion.  The city councilman who had accompanied the mayor was frozen in his seat.  His caterpillar eyebrows climbed a half an inch up his forehead. 

     The other men, two biomedical engineers, a physician, and a geneticist, stood quickly, shoving their seats away at varying speeds. 

     Ro's capillaries delivered a rush of blood to her dusky café-au-lait cheeks.  Her vocalizations only got louder.  A brilliant, beautiful specimen of a woman was reduced to hunching the gray carpet.

     Dr. Eli Wells, chief geneticist at the Goering Institute of Bioengineering, lurched toward Stanton in the heat of a burgeoning rage.  Forcefully grabbing the 2 X 2.5" radio frequency transmitter from the Mayor, he slung it across the table to Boort, the head engineer at Goering.  Tom Boort pawed at the table before successfully reasserting control of the remote he designed. 

     Wells couldn't help but feel Ro's eyes on him as she panted and cooed and came on herself.  He was very skilled at ignoring her.

     "Twitchy pussy," Boort would titter, every single time this happened.  Ro's pelvic muscle fibers were of the myosin heavy chain type II variety.  Her vaginal muscles were designed for maximum excursion and velocity.  Contractions were rapid-fire.  Amazingly, Ro was still a virgin at 23.  Without her electronically stimulated designer vagina, funding for Ro's existence would never have materialized.

     Ro's tidal wave of an orgasm reached its crescendo and subsided.  She took a brief moment to collect her bearings before standing up.  As the pleasure subsided, the bile and the adrenaline rushed to her head in it's place.

     "IN CONCLUSION," she boomed, "that dam will never be built as long as Slanderin' Stanton is in office."  She grinned, knowing that the newly elected Mayor had nothing to do with the dam's budget and that Stanton wasn't aware of that particular detail.  It was a federal matter, in the hands of the Army Corp. of Engineers.  But the good people of Briarton wanted someone relatable in office, kissing hands and shaking babies.  Rodent, as was her name around town, hated the Mayor and most of the rednecks who elected him.

     The mayor and his cronie hastily took their leave, egg on their faces.

     Wells smiled.  Ro tried to establish eye contact with him, to no avail.