Shock and awe

Thwap!

The giant men seemed to know their place, eyes going wide and nearly stepping back. Barbara, her jeans, shirt, and sweater draped over an arm, turned to see what the noise was about. Her eyes were on Aaron's face, then flickered down to his nether regions.

"Wha–"

Nine inches of pure, flaccid fuckmeat. Barbara gasped. Slowly, a hand clasped her mouth. Through her red bra, her nipples poked through. He pretended not to notice and put a hand on his hip, waiting patiently. Cassandra grabbed him by the arm, naked breasts and face broken into a shit-eating grin.

"Your penises are so small. Not like his." Cassandra gestured to his hanging dong, larger than the two bouncers combined. It was a silly sight. It wasn't like they were small but compared to Aaron they might as well have been below average. Even their scrotums seemed tiny, egg-shaped to Aaron's obscene fruits. "Longer and thicker than you two combined," she added, giggling.

Hearing a five-foot-five Asian chick tell them their dicks were small stung. They couldn't respond either. Physical **** wasn't an option for them as well. They were stuck there, **** to grant entry, humiliated.

"Looking good, Cass." His stolen arm slithered down to her and groped her rear. Discreetly, of course, Barbara couldn't find out. "Very pretty."

Her brown eyes met his lusty gaze, smiling deviously. "Mm." If this wasn't a mission, he would have dragged her into the sex club, laid her out, and fucked her in the ass.

Beside him, Barbara was gulping audibly. She was slightly ahead and couldn't tell he was groping her student's firm ass. She would have ignored it anyway, Aaron observed. An arm was across her chest and covered a portion of her breasts. While Cassandra was unashamed in her showing her cunt and tight ass, Barbara was not.

Especially because his swinging cock was so damn distracting.

"S-shall–we should go," Barbara cut herself and hurriedly went in. Her hips were flared and her booty was fat and mesmerizing.

'That neural implant sure was useful. Who said people with physical impairments couldn't have fat asses?'

Inside, he smelled and saw sex. Everybody wore masks, everybody fucked and moaned and nutted. The crowd was tight and they could only squeeze through. Barbara, a sexy redhead with big tits, child-bearing hips, turned a few heads and allowed open passage. But it was Aaron with his long, thick thwaping cock that really changed the air. Every step was a deafening clap of his cock and balls. Every step drew gasps and attention, mutters and awe.

He was the biggest. He was the best. That much they could see.

"W-woah!"

"Enormous…!"

"Giant…!"

Passing by an area with beds, there was a short man and a tall woman frozen in a missionary position. Heads turned, they were captivated by him. A short glance and the disparity in thickness was evident.

'There are two perfectly attractive women right beside me and ahead of me. Why just look at me?'

Indeed, it was like Cassandra and Barbara didn't exist. He did feel a little relieved that disgusting perverts weren't leering at Cassandra though. Even so, having all attention directed at him was strange. Was this the life of a woman? It felt like if he tripped up or made a mistake, he would want to off himself.

Whatever. He shrugged the attention off.

Suddenly, Cassandra tightened her grip on his arm. He wondered what was up before noticing her scowl. Then he heard their discreet audience clicking their tongues and voicing their complaints.

"What a waste…"

"Something of that size should be used by more than two women…"

As soon as they made it past the first crowd, they entered an area full of doggy-style fucking. It was also the final area before the door to the secret meeting. Arches of purple cloth were draping from the roof. Smoke and **** contaminated the air. Aaron hated it.

"Right there," Barabra whispered, leaning towards Aaron, "we need to get there."

"A guard," Cassandra noted, then glancing down at the people fucking on the floor. "Plus, this."

"And of all things, the guard is wearing a Black Mask mask."

"Um, what?" Aaron asked in a whisper. Black Mask mask? What did that mean? Was that a villain? It looked like one with the dark skull aesthetic.

Barbara shook her head. "Nevermind."

They couldn't draw attention. Otherwise, the operation would be compromised.

"It's a mess," Barbara muttered, blushing. "We need a distraction."