Try the bandage dress

You were right that the bandage dress fit to a T--you pause to admire your figure in the mirror. Surprisingly, you find that even that little bump doesn't bother you. You stay fully erect and love the feel as you move and the material of the dress pushes against your sensitive cocklette.

As you are doing this, you notice a sound of muffled voices. Where could they be coming from? You realize that one of the alcoves in the room now has a curtain in front of it that wasn't there before. And the voices are coming from behind that curtain.

You try to very quietly lift just a bit of the curtain to see where the sounds are coming from. When you do so, you jump back in shock. A very tall woman in another bandage dress and 6-inch heels is walking right toward you! Her hips sway in an exaggerated manner as she walks, a way that looks familiar, but that you can't place for a moment. As she sweeps by you, you have a moment to notice her coffee-colored skin, the high, erect breasts... and a little bulge in her dress just like yours. She gives you an ostentatious wink.

Moving aside the curtain, you realize where you had seen that walk before. In front of you is a catwalk, with people seated around it. Almost without thinking, you strut down it, imitating your predecessor's movements. As you walk, you are thrilled to feel every eye in the room raking your body. Without moving your head, your eyes track a young, fit man slightly smaller than you and a mousy woman watching you with envy. You give them the mostly fleeting of looks, and they blush uncontrollably. You know that they will be waiting for you in the hotel lobby when the show ends and that you will get anything and everything you want from them this evening. And tomorrow you will start again--maybe with the tall, muscled, exotic man in the second row...