The moment Brandi set her eyes on it she knew she had to have it. It was a strange golden bracelet, like a small metal-shelled armadillo, with a long flexible tail that wrapped around the wearer's forearm.
"How much is this?" she asked the trinket shop owner with excitement.
"That? Oh, dear you don't want that, believe me. As much as I'd like to get rid of it..." Said the grizzled old man behind the desk in the small cavernous shop.
"Yes I do! How much? Really!"
"You're sure?"
"Yes! Absolutely" she said caressing the smooth golden metal object.
"Well alright, but don't say I didn't warn you. That'll be $500. I'll be glad to get rid of the thing."
Brandi fished out her credit card and handed it to the man at the desk. She bounced as she clicked the latch that held it to her slim wrist. Then she wrapped the thing around her forearm. The tail was so long it reached almost to her elbow.
The transaction cleared and the man handed back her card.
"So what's the deal with this thing anyway? Why the reluctance to sell it" she asked as she admired her new jewelry. It looked almost like a sleek piece of armour. It made her look stylish with a touch of dangerousness.
"It's supposed to be cursed. Some kind of fertility charm."
"What's that supposed to mean?" She looked at him skeptically.
"Beats me. But that tail is supposed to represent a part of the male anatomy. I'm just superstitious, so I'm glad to be rid of it."
"Wow! That's so gross," she said with a giggle as she traced her finger along the metal tail wrapped around her arm.
Brandi left the shop swinging her right arm widely to show off her new bracelet.
"I'm definitely going to be the hit of the evening at Sandy's," she thought with a smile. Sandy was having another one of her pajama parties that were so much fun. There were two rules at these parties. The first rule was that you had to bring a new pair of pajamas, and it had to be sexy. The second rule was that you had to bring something unusual that could be a topic of conversation. These objects were often strange sex objects that they would laugh about, and occasionally try out in a special game of spin the bottle they had come up with. Brandi smiled because she definitely had the coolest and weirdest thing she had ever seen at Sandy's parties.
Brandi stepped down the stairs to get to the subway train to head home. She was really enjoying being on her own. She was 21 and living in her own apartment for the first time.
"Well I have one roommate, Kelly," she thought. Kelly was a friend from High School. In fact, all her friends that were going to Sandy's tonight were all on the high School Cheerleading squad. These parties were kind of like reunions. They always like to party hard and get crazy. They had little time for that now at college.
Brandi felt the bracelet get warmer on her skin, but she passed it off as the metal finally absorbing some of her body warmth. She stepped into the subway car and held onto one of the poles for support when she saw no seats available. She settled herself in front of a cute guy who was sitting reading a newspaper, but she saw his eyes dart up and notice her. He was trying to be discreet, and this amused her. She always was a bit of a tease, and she like to toy with those 'shy guys' to see what it would take to get them to lose their subtlety.
She felt her arm squeeze. She looked around to see who grabbed her arm; worried that someone was trying to steal her new find. She saw only blank stares and people zoning out on the ride home from work.
When she began to relax and returned to slowly twisting her body from side to side in front of the man before her, she suddenly felt her arm squeezed again. She spun around as saw more blank stares.
Getting more nervous, she checked her bracelet to make sure it wasn't damaged. It was fine, but it looked bigger somehow, as if it had taken a big drink of water.
"That's silly," she thought, "It's not alive."
Then she saw the long tail wrapped around her arm pulse, and she felt her arm squeeze. The necklace was alive. She quickly held it up to her belly to conceal it, and looked around to see if anyone noticed.
She saw more vacant expressions.
She began to feel a tingling on her wrist, and she looked down to see a thin brown cable had extended out of the bracelet's body. It was moving. She started to worry that she was going crazy.
The tendril took advantage of its closeness to her body to slowly feel it's way around her belly. Then it moved down. Brandi's eyes bugged out as she felt a light, tickling move over her mound.
"What is this some kind of sex toy?" she thought, beginning to respond to the delicate touch.
The little tendril darted around as if it were frustrated by the barrier her clothing created. It shot up and easily found the waistband to her jeans.
"Damn hip huggers!" she thought.
Brandi tried to pull her arm away from her belly, but it wouldn't move. She saw what looked like twenty or thirty little crab-like legs that had attached to her belt. He arm was trapped to her waist and it wasn't going anywhere.
As if alive, the tendril found her clit and snaked around it. It pulled and squeezed at it.