You have but to enjoy the show

The man is large, football large. His ample jaw sprouts a fanged winner smile. He is wrapped in a black and red cape that falls on his shoulders drawing a figure made only of toned up muscles. He walks directly to you.

"Good evening young lady,” he starts, “are you the one? Are you the one who will, as of tomorrow, give up her freedom?"

"Yes..."

There is something strange with the man's eyes, something fascinating, a promise. The girls are around you, you know it, you can hear them and yet you are completely devoted to the man's deep red eyes.

Suddenly the music stops. The cape falls from the man's shoulders underneath he is only wearing a white undershirt and a black posing pouch.

The music starts again. This time it's a popular song. The man starts to dance. It´s vulgar and cheap. You've never found this kind of display to be erotic on any level. But you can't help yourself, you start feeling aroused, violently excited. Is it his perfectly built body? Is it the **** in your system? Or is it his eyes, his marvelous eyes?

He drops the undershirt, revealing even more of his godlike anatomy. His perfect abs entrance you, you're falling for it.

"Damn you Mary," you think, "I told you I wanted something classy and fun..."

He comes closer to you dancing around you. Each time his flesh comes in contact with yours, you are overtaken by a jolt of sexual energy.

Finally he drops the pouch revealing a monster. Almost ten inches long, a good six point five in circumference, this thing is unnatural! Just too big. You're stunned. You've never been a sucker for large dicks. JJ is average and you like it like that but this monstrosity... This monstrosity actually is fascinating you.

He winks at you as the music quiets down. The girls clap and cheer him up. He looks away leaving you with a drenched slit and a hole in your mind only his … monster could fill.

Mary walks to you and offers you a glass of champagne.

"If you want," she whispers to your ear, "he can give you a private show."

You look at her shocked.

"Mary!"

But your outrage is only for appearances because deep down a little voice tells you that maybe you could, that you shouldn't but that there's no reason why JJ would know it.

The party resumes but the little voice is still there.

You have another glass of champagne.

"Mary…