Soham, one of the prime studs

Zalah watched with interest as the figure up on stage stepped out into the light, allowing the twenty or so of the extravagantly rich and lewdly clad women to scrutinize him.

Watching in the corner of her eye how Perrima motioned for one of the waiters to come over to her table, the fiery-haired vixen on the verge of salivating as the waiter’s thick and rigid cock jutted up and down in the air as he quickly moved over to their table, Zalah smiled at her friend’s eagerness.

Zalah herself withstood her urges to call upon one of the waiters, not wishing any distraction while she observed the man on stage.

In the few seconds that had passed by since he had appeared, the man had done nothing more than to stand there, allowing the busty women in front of him to gawk at his lean, muscular frame, the man seemed to lack any body-fat and the firm muscles rippling against his sepia skin. His sparkling blue eyes flanked a straight, impressive nose, while his cheekbones were placed high, and his jaw was strong and perfectly lined. His hair was pitch-black and wavy, the coal-coloured strands of it glistening in the illuminating sheen of the dozens of moonstones that hanged from the ceiling in cages.
Finally, his cock was large and thick and the way in which the heavy rod of meat pointed straight forwards implied that it was already fully hard. Below the meaty cum-tube dangled a pair of unusually large and hairless balls.

“Oh, it’s Soham…” Perrima said approvingly, nodding lightly towards the man on the stage, “you picked the right night to be brought here, dearest.”
“I fail to see what’s so special about him” Zalah whispered back to Perrima, just as the waiter reached their table. To Zalah, Soham looked to be little more than the other men that strutted around naked in the room. Well-hung, muscular and handsome meant that he was probably a good fuck, but nothing about him gave her the impression that he was in any way spectacular.
“Trust me, you will.” Perrima shot Zalah a naughty grin, and then turned her head towards the waiter.

The fact that the young man standing in front of her, while she herself was seated, meant that Perrima found herself sitting with the waiter’s hard cock standing out in front of her; the vein-corded pole of firm meat not more that two inches from her red, luscious lips.

Parting her two perfect lines of white teeth, Perrima sucked the tip of the thick member into her mouth, running her tongue around the bulbous head for a few seconds, before spitting it out again.

“Now,” Perrima gave the man whose cock she had just had in her mouth her order, “my friend and I would like some snowdrop claret. And I will also take a pussy-licker, black and strong if at all possible.”
“It’s a good deal,” Perrima said as the waiter disappeared from view, “this place gets my potions at a discount price, and I get the best that they have to offer. Maybe it’s not the most profitable of deals, but I get a few kicks from it.”
“Uh-huh…” Zalah offered nothing more in reply, as her focus was now entirely on Soham, the dark man now having started his act.