Something exotic

The redhead had a grin on her face, with her hands behind her back. Something different was dancing in her eyes. Gone was the clinical detachment... as well as the aggression that had come from her taunts, before. In it's place was something warm, and almost conspiratorial.

"We know why you're here. About your wife, and Rod. How Svetlana goaded you into entering this contest, expecting you to lose."

I stared at her, blankly. Svetlana wanted me to lose? What did that say about her? About our marriage?

"We know other things, too. For instance, we know that your cock, while quite impressive, wasn't what you were born with."

A prickle of shame snaked its way down my spine. Where was this going?

"Here's the thing. You aren't alone. Most men who enter this competition are trying to prove something, either to themselves or to others. The real men, the true exemplars of the sex, well... they're out there, somewhere," she said, gesturing with her head but keeping her hands obscured, "doing whatever it is that they want to do."

"Despite your insecurities, you've proven your masculinity by being well-rounded. Your cock, enhanced though it may be, is fantastic. Your strength is pretty good, and your problem-solving is top notch. And now, you know you don't have anything to prove to anyone. You could go home right now, work things out with your wife, secure in the knowledge of your masculinity, or find any number of women who will give you what you deserve."

"Or," she paused, her grin widening, "you can have this."

She brought her hands out from behind her back and opened them. One held a small vial filled with a golden liquid that looked almost as though it was shimmering. Her other hand held a capped syringe. I had a feeling I knew where this was going.

"This is a little something we've cooked up for the winners. Think of it as distilled masculinity. Something that will take you to the next level." She leaned forward, and for the first time, I noticed that her robe wasn't closed as tightly as it had been. I could see down the curve of her neck to the swell of her large, creamy breasts underneath. She whispered, conspiratorially, "Not even Svetlana knows exactly what this is, or what it will do... to her."

She noticed me staring down her robe, and giggled. She straightened up, and said, "Do you like what you see? I almost forgot. As the winner, you also get me."

She shrugged her shoulders, letting the robe open further. It was still tied at the waist, but the movement exposed her skin from her neck to below her navel. It was apparent she wasn't wearing any other clothing. Though I had cum not long earlier thanks to her skilled handiwork, I felt my cock twitch and begin to engorge.

"Time to choose, Richard. Do you want to see how far the rabbit hole goes?"

I smiled, and looked down briefly. It was obvious.