A silly little tale. But could it happen in reality? You decide.
Sometimes Dennis wished he’d been born a hundred years
before. ‘I mean, what was wrong with
just using money anyway?’ he asked himself furiously, as the line in front of
him to the check-out slowly shortened.
Or cheques, he thought. I could
really be good with cheques. Just sign
your name – done.
before. ‘I mean, what was wrong with
just using money anyway?’ he asked himself furiously, as the line in front of
him to the check-out slowly shortened.
Or cheques, he thought. I could
really be good with cheques. Just sign
your name – done.
The man in front of him reached the checkout desk. He wasn’t buying much – just a couple of
pairs of socks. Dennis, in contrast, was
laden down with clothes of all descriptions. He tried to buy as much as he
could each time.
pairs of socks. Dennis, in contrast, was
laden down with clothes of all descriptions. He tried to buy as much as he
could each time.
“That’s £8.25, thank you sir.” he heard the shop assistant
say. “If you’d like to just place your
penis into the scanner for ID verification.”
say. “If you’d like to just place your
penis into the scanner for ID verification.”
Dennis surreptitiously glanced past the man’s broad back, to
see a large pink object being deposited in the half-cylinder on the counter,
with an audible thwack. After a few
seconds, there was a quiet ‘beep’ and the penis was put back inside the man’s trousers and he zipped up. A small green light was winking on the device
on the counter, with two red lights beside it.
Two red lights! Dennis stared with horror. The WR-20s only had one red light. This must be one of the new VC8000
models! He’d only come to this shop
because he was confident it still used WR-20s.
At least those usually worked after the third or fourth try.
see a large pink object being deposited in the half-cylinder on the counter,
with an audible thwack. After a few
seconds, there was a quiet ‘beep’ and the penis was put back inside the man’s trousers and he zipped up. A small green light was winking on the device
on the counter, with two red lights beside it.
Two red lights! Dennis stared with horror. The WR-20s only had one red light. This must be one of the new VC8000
models! He’d only come to this shop
because he was confident it still used WR-20s.
At least those usually worked after the third or fourth try.
He considered running, but it was too late. The man in front had taken his socks and
gone, and the sales assistant was smiling vacantly at him.
gone, and the sales assistant was smiling vacantly at him.
“All these is it? Do
you have a storecard with us at all?”
you have a storecard with us at all?”
Dennis shook his head sullenly as he wondered why sales
assistants all had that strange way of speaking.
Why put emphasis on the ‘have’?
And what on earth is ‘at all’ supposed to mean in that context?
assistants all had that strange way of speaking.
Why put emphasis on the ‘have’?
And what on earth is ‘at all’ supposed to mean in that context?
But he couldn’t distract his mind for long from his
impending fate, and soon enough the assistant was saying “That’ll be £458.75
altogether, please. If you’d like to
just place your penis into the scanner for ID verification.”
impending fate, and soon enough the assistant was saying “That’ll be £458.75
altogether, please. If you’d like to
just place your penis into the scanner for ID verification.”
Taking a deep breath, Dennis opened his flies and pushed
himself as hard as he could against the edge of the counter. His penis, looking smaller and more
shrivelled even than usual, just managed to cover the first inch or so of the
VC8000’s black length. Nothing happened.
himself as hard as he could against the edge of the counter. His penis, looking smaller and more
shrivelled even than usual, just managed to cover the first inch or so of the
VC8000’s black length. Nothing happened.
“Just be a moment” the shop assistant said, apparently to
the air beside her. “Sometimes it’s a
bit temperamental.” They waited a bit
longer.
the air beside her. “Sometimes it’s a
bit temperamental.” They waited a bit
longer.
Eventually, she seemed to snap out of her shop assistant
trance and notice that something wasn’t right.
She pressed an elegantly manicured finger to a button on the side of the
VC8000. Three red lights flashed angrily
in response.
trance and notice that something wasn’t right.
She pressed an elegantly manicured finger to a button on the side of the
VC8000. Three red lights flashed angrily
in response.
“I’ve never seen it do that before.” she said,
uncertainly. “Maybe we could try another
– “
uncertainly. “Maybe we could try another
– “
“My penis is too small to activate the scanner”, Dennis
said, very fast and low. “Please – it’s
OK, you can take a manual ID verification instead. You’ve done it before.”
said, very fast and low. “Please – it’s
OK, you can take a manual ID verification instead. You’ve done it before.”
“Eh?” the assistant replied.
“Shall we try another scanner?”
“Shall we try another scanner?”
Dennis swore inside.
“No” he said through gritted teeth.
“My penis is too small to activate the scanner. It won’t work in any of them.”
“No” he said through gritted teeth.
“My penis is too small to activate the scanner. It won’t work in any of them.”
“Oh.” the assistant said, looking a bit worried. She turned to the lady next to her and spoke
in a singsong conversational voice: “Gentleman says his penis is too small to
activate the scanner, Mrs Dawes.”
in a singsong conversational voice: “Gentleman says his penis is too small to
activate the scanner, Mrs Dawes.”
The older lady looked dismissive. “Oh no – just shove it a bit further up. They’re very good these days.”
“Could you shove it a bit further up for me?” the assistant
asked brightly, and Dennis made a show of pressing his groin even more firmly
against the edge of the counter. Christ,
his balls hurt. The base of his penis
moved perhaps two millimetres further onto the counter. The skin wrinkled ever so slightly, the tip
moved not at all.
asked brightly, and Dennis made a show of pressing his groin even more firmly
against the edge of the counter. Christ,
his balls hurt. The base of his penis
moved perhaps two millimetres further onto the counter. The skin wrinkled ever so slightly, the tip
moved not at all.
Now several of the sales staff were involved, standing
around and staring at the problem. Dennis didn’t dare turn around to see how
many customers were in the queue behind him, but he could hear some shuffling
feet and the occasional ‘tsk!’.
around and staring at the problem. Dennis didn’t dare turn around to see how
many customers were in the queue behind him, but he could hear some shuffling
feet and the occasional ‘tsk!’.
One of the ladies looked up and called right across the shop
“MISS MARKHAM! GENTLEMAN’S PENIS IS TOO
SMALL TO ACTIVATE THE SCANNER!” Dennis
felt as if he would die.
“MISS MARKHAM! GENTLEMAN’S PENIS IS TOO
SMALL TO ACTIVATE THE SCANNER!” Dennis
felt as if he would die.
A tall blonde lady, dressed all in black strode over. Dennis estimated her age as mid-thirties and her attitude as lethal. She fixed him with a
cool stare.
cool stare.
“What seems to be the problem here?”
“Well, Miss Markham, the gentleman…” began one of the
younger assistants.
younger assistants.
“I asked the gentleman here!” Miss Markham snapped, giving
her a murderous look. “Well?” she asked, raising one eyebrow.
her a murderous look. “Well?” she asked, raising one eyebrow.
“My er,…” Dennis began, staring shamefacedly down. He looked up and into the most piercing blue
eyes he had ever seen. She was holding a
pen, which she started to tap steadily against her clipboard. Her lips pursed.
eyes he had ever seen. She was holding a
pen, which she started to tap steadily against her clipboard. Her lips pursed.
“Small penis problem, is it?”
“Erm, yes. You see I
-“
-“
“You have a penis that is too small to function properly,
that is all I need to see” Miss Markham snapped back. Several of the sales staff tittered.
that is all I need to see” Miss Markham snapped back. Several of the sales staff tittered.
“But if you can’t verify your identity, I’m afraid we’ll
have to deal with you as a criminal” Miss Markham went on, the merest hint of a
smile on her ruby lips. I’ll have to
take you off to our holding room and investigate the matter thoroughly.” One perfectly lacquered fingernail pushed
firmly against the clip holding the papers to her clipboard, forcing it all the
way down and then letting it snap back with savage force.
have to deal with you as a criminal” Miss Markham went on, the merest hint of a
smile on her ruby lips. I’ll have to
take you off to our holding room and investigate the matter thoroughly.” One perfectly lacquered fingernail pushed
firmly against the clip holding the papers to her clipboard, forcing it all the
way down and then letting it snap back with savage force.
“Unless of course, you can produce an adequately sized penis
right here and now” she went on.
“Adequate for ID verification purposes that is. I hardly think that it
would ever be suitable for anything else.”
right here and now” she went on.
“Adequate for ID verification purposes that is. I hardly think that it
would ever be suitable for anything else.”
She leaned forward to whisper in Dennis’s ear.
“And I see you’re wearing a wedding ring. Please pass on my condolences to your
wife. You might want to let her know
that our ladies department has a line of very discrete vibrators. They come in lots of different sizes… all a
lot bigger than that.”
wife. You might want to let her know
that our ladies department has a line of very discrete vibrators. They come in lots of different sizes… all a
lot bigger than that.”
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| (Yes, I know this scene has nothing to do with the story. But isn’t she wonderful?) |
“The gentleman was saying as how he could manually – “
Dennis’s original assistant ventured, but Miss Markham just held her gaze to
his in silence.
Dennis’s original assistant ventured, but Miss Markham just held her gaze to
his in silence.
“Oh, I don’t think that will be necessary” she murmured.
They looked down.
Dennis’s penis was no longer resting on the VC8000. On the contrary, it seemed to have become
self-supporting, waving uncertainly an inch or so above the scanner. It had also become at least an inch longer.
Dennis’s penis was no longer resting on the VC8000. On the contrary, it seemed to have become
self-supporting, waving uncertainly an inch or so above the scanner. It had also become at least an inch longer.
Miss Markham smiled and lowered her clipboard, concealing
the awful sight and firmly pressing Dennis’s cock down onto the black plastic
surface. He gasped with shock and
pleasure.
the awful sight and firmly pressing Dennis’s cock down onto the black plastic
surface. He gasped with shock and
pleasure.
There was a quiet beep and a light turned green.
Epilogue
Dennis’s wife, Mary came home to a room full of bags and
boxes. “Oh darling!” she gasped. “Whatever have you been buying?”
boxes. “Oh darling!” she gasped. “Whatever have you been buying?”
“Anything I like!” Dennis replied, proudly. “Well, as long as it’s available at De
Lacey’s – but they sell everything under one roof, so why would that matter?”
Lacey’s – but they sell everything under one roof, so why would that matter?”
“Oh darling!”, Mary remarked again (as ladies on this blog
are inclined to do). “But, erm… what
about paying for them? You know – your
little problem?”
are inclined to do). “But, erm… what
about paying for them? You know – your
little problem?”
“Not a problem any more!” Dennis beamed. He had a sudden thought “Oh – and I got you
this.”
this.”
He handed her a gift-wrapped package and stood back.
“For me?” she asked.
“Oh you shouldn’t have”. And
quickly she unwrapped the ribbon and paper to reveal a long cardboard box. She gently eased off the lid, to expose a
long, plastic object nestling on crepe paper inside.
“Oh you shouldn’t have”. And
quickly she unwrapped the ribbon and paper to reveal a long cardboard box. She gently eased off the lid, to expose a
long, plastic object nestling on crepe paper inside.
“Oh darling” she said, running her finger lightly along its
length, gently stroking the ribbing, resting the tip on the buttons at the base. “My
sweet, silly darling.”
length, gently stroking the ribbing, resting the tip on the buttons at the base. “My
sweet, silly darling.”
“Did you think I didn’t have one already?”
In this absurd story, the part of Miss Markham was played by the fabulous Mistress Eleise de Lacey. When I started writing the story, she wasn’t involved but she just arrived halfway through, and took over.
However, no resemblance of the characters to any person living or dead is intended. Except the character of Dennis, who is very precisely based upon Servitor in all significant, and several insignificant, respects.
That is very silly. As if adult males will still have penises in 100 years time!
Are you sure about that? If the alternative is to abolish cash? I was reading just the other day an article that talked about how cash will become obsolete. Cash is heavy, serves little useful purpose that can't be accomplished more effectively using technology, it's unhygienic as it passes from hand to hand and really just gives men something to play around with in their trousers as they – oh. Hang on. Yeah, maybe you're right.
Like all of these humiliating futures. One problem though. Wouldn't the check out people be male doing an unskilled job. Skilled jobs being left to Women.
Femsup
This story is really nice. No woman is too cruel or bloodthirsty, Dennis has a loving marriage, and there's a happy ending to everything. I'll always love it!