TITLE    : What We're Worth to Her Ch. 04
STORYID  : what-were-worth-to-her-ch-04
SUMMARY  : A new figure begins her own games of exposure & humiliation.
AUTHOR   : sweetsock@lit
DATE     : 2019-11-14
CATEGORY : fetish-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |cuckold|exhibitionism|humiliation|measuring|size comparison|small penis humiliation|sph|voyeur|fetish|


<i>This story contains significant elements of humiliation, body shaming, size comparison, size worship, and also slight reluctance. It is entirely fantasy, and as such, has almost nothing to do with reality or the way that most people actually think, feel, or behave.</i>



<b>Part One</b>



"Paul?"



I went rigid, as though a jolt had gone through me. My shock was double — not only was I not alone, but I had been recognized. A smile crept over the face of the woman with the cat mask. She set her glass in the sink and took one step forward, now standing in the center of the kitchen.



"Who...who...?" I could barely speak.



"Oh, Paul. Paul, Paul, Paul. How funny! Isn't life funny? That we'd end up here in this room together...and that you have such a tiny cock. Don't you think that's funny?"



"I...do I know you?" I placed my hands in front of my groin, covering my penis, which still stood at full mast, exposed through the hole in the skintight outfit Karen had given me.



"Yes, Paul, we certainly know each other. And now we know each other a bit better too. Or I know you a <i>little</i> better, anyway."



"I...I don't recognize you."



"Don't cover yourself, Paul. Have you forgotten that I measured you tonight? I know exactly how small you are. What's to hide? No, no, move your hands, Paul. Let me see your little toothpick."



Slowly, I moved my hands. "But who are you?"



"I get the sense that you're leaving, Paul." She placed her hand on the back of a chair, the seat of which had been tucked under the kitchen counter, and pulled it toward her. She sat.



I stood there, dumbfounded, staring at her. I looked closely now. Her mask was large. It extended from the top of her forehead to the end of her nose and winnowed into long cat ears at the sides. I could see only her mouth and chin, and of course her eyes. Her dark hair was pulled back and tied into a knot.



"Before you go, Paul, make yourself cum while I watch."



"What? I...but tell me how we know each other."



"Paul, don't ask me that again. Perhaps you'll find out when the time is right. Now, do as I say. I want to see your tiny cock cum."



I hesitated. 



"Paul, please, don't bother acting like you have a choice. For one thing, you don't know what sort of trouble I might cause in your life if you upset me. There's that. But really, you <i>want</i> to cum for me. You know you do. So do it."



She crossed her legs and rested her hands atop her knee. She stared at my groin. I began to stroke myself, slowly at first, as I watched her reaction. Her face, what I could see of it, was blank. She said nothing. I picked up more speed. Still she watched intently without any response. I shuddered and dribbled several spurts of cum to the floor. 



She stood and approached me. Standing before me, she looked down at my cock, a string of cum leaking from the head. She raised her eyes and met my own for a moment, and then she walked to the door and turned the knob. Before exiting, she paused, her back to me, and she spoke.



"I'll be seeing you soon, Toothpick."



<b>Part Two</b>



Over the next week, my thoughts often wandered to the woman I'd begun to think of as Cat. What would she do? When would I see her? Had I already seen her? She could be a neighbor, a colleague, or even a friend. I had no idea. Every time I spoke with a woman, I checked her appearance against what I knew of Cat. But I knew so little about her that I could only be truly certain it wasn't her roughly half the time.



One night I broke down and called Karen. I knew Karen would disapprove of my making a demand on her attention, but my curiosity was too great. I was surprised when she answered. 



"Ma'am?"



"I'm only taking this call because I know what you want, Tiny, and it amuses me."



"Thank you. That night at the party...well, in the kitchen there was a woman, and—"



"Yes, yes, I know all about it"



"You do?"



"I said I know why you're calling, didn't I?"



"Well, who is she?"



"Tiny, it was an anonymous costume party. I really cannot reveal her identity. I'm sure you understand."



"But she knows who I am."



"And whose fault is that? I would think a man like you with such a small endowment would be more careful."



"Can you...ma'am, would you tell me anything about her?"



"Well, Tiny, I will say that it's quite a coincidence that she knows you. I really had no idea that you were connected in any fashion."



"Is...is that all you can tell me, ma'am?"



"The important thing to know is that she's a phenomenally cruel size queen."



"Oh God. What do you mean?"



"She's the only person I've met who is like me. Many people get into the spirit of things when they're with me, as you've seen, and I leave my mark on them certainly. I have my ways, my formula, you might say. But she has a true passion 



— a deep drive to sexually control others. And of course she has a fondness for hung men, but really, more than that, she has an extreme antipathy for all small cocks and the men who dare have them."



"Oh Jesus."



"I think of her like a protege. I'm tremendously proud of her. That's why it's such a marvelous coincidence, don't you think? That she would know you already, and find out about your poor showing beneath the belt. I'd say you have awful luck, Tiny, but perhaps this is just fate. Oh, and by the way, I expect you to treat her with the same respect and deference as you would me."



"Please, ma'am, would you please tell me who she is?"



"I have to be going now, Tiny. Goodbye. Until next time."



Rather than ease my mind, Karen had only amplified my anxiety. I should have known, of course. At this point I might have fallen into outright paranoia, thinking of nothing but Cat, but my attention was pulled in another direction as well. My relationship with Stephanie had been strained since I'd taken her home that night of the costume party. We'd been on two dates in the last week, but we weren't spending the night with each other, as had simply been assumed before. Something was off. The intimacy between us was no longer natural. 



I couldn't believe she'd meant the things she'd said that night of the party. Before Adam fucked her, she'd promised Karen that she'd never sleep with me again, that she'd never accept anything other than a well-endowed man. She couldn't have been serious, could she? That wasn't the Stephanie I knew. It was all Karen's doing, wasn't it? I hoped it had all been an outrageously kinky episode in our lives that had now ended and normalcy would return. I thought I could accept that. I loved Stephanie, and so I decided to give her time to sort through her own feelings. 



One night, during this fallow period with Stephanie, there was a knock at my door. I looked through the peephole and saw a woman wearing a pair of high top sneakers, a long skirt, and a hooded sweatshirt with the hood pulled over her hair. She also wore a cat mask. It was her. She waved at me, guessing correctly that I was looking. 



"Who is it?" I tried.



"Open the door, Toothpick."



Better she show up here than at my job or at a family event, I reasoned. I let her in. I watched her eyes as she surveyed my apartment.



"Are you going to tell me who you are?"



"No. I am not. Sit down on the couch and take out your little dick."



My living room contained an L-shaped couch. I sat down on one end and Cat sat on the other, putting a bag she'd been carrying on the cushion next to her. I unzipped and removed my cock and balls from my pants.



She laughed. "I was wondering how it would look soft. How small is it when it's like that?"



"I don't know."



She reached into her bag and threw something in my direction. I flinched, as the object landed between my thighs. I was not surprised to discover that it was a roll of measuring tape.



"Find out," she said.



I began to measure.



"Stand up and show me."



I stood and placed the tape along my length.



"A little over two."



"And what do you think about that?"



"I...well, I wish it were bigger."



"It really should be. Now, sit down." She pulled a tablet from her bag, placed it on the coffee table at the center of the living room, and selected a video from the camera roll. She tapped the screen and then tapped play. She leaned back against the couch.



The video showed a woman kneeling before a man who wore only a pair of boxer briefs. It appeared to be amateur footage. The woman began to slowly ease his briefs down his hips, exposing a thick semi-erect cock that hung about six inches between his legs. The woman in the video smiled up at him. 



Now Cat pulled her knees in toward her body and pinned the hem of her skirt behind them. She wore nothing underneath. Unlike Karen, Cat was fully shaven and tan between her legs. She brought her fingers to her clit and began to gently tease herself.



The video continued as the woman compared the now fully hard cock to her face and her arm. She tested how many hands would fit its length, all the while a smile beamed from her face. She took him in her mouth, stretching her lips wide again and again, each time she reached the thickest part of his cock.



I looked back and forth from the video to Cat's pussy. She now played with herself at a furious speed as she watched the screen. Her interest in the video both thrilled and unsettled me. I'd always been troubled by the knowledge that every woman I'd ever meet had undoubtedly seen at least a few huge cocks on the internet. The comparison would always be there. Even if a woman did not care, she still <i>knew</i> where I stood. But someone like Cat, like Karen, their desire for a man's sex so direct and unapologetic, so animal — this turned me on in equal measure. To see Cat react to such a video — this cock — right in front of me only amplified both of these feelings for me. 



I began to stroke myself, watching for any response from Cat, but she continued to pleasure herself as though I was not there. Our hands worked between our legs. I felt my orgasm begin to build. The man in the video stroked himself as the woman aggressively licked and then sucked at his balls, taking both in her mouth between tongue sessions.



And then Cat screamed. Three spurts of clear liquid streamed from her pussy, the first two in an arc and the last only a dribble. Just as the man in the video released several thick lines of deep white cum into the woman's mouth, Cat had squirted. I was suddenly reminded that I knew this person. This woman who'd just squirted in front of me is someone I know. The thought pushed me over the edge, and I too came.



I waited and watched Cat. She relaxed for a moment, catching her breath, letting her heart rest. There was a small puddle on my floor and two large wet spots on the cushion. I could see a drop of white cream leaking from her slit and beginning to settle into the cushion as well. She took a final breath and then picked up her tablet and returned it to her bag. She stood and walked out of my apartment, without saying a word or offering to clean up after herself. 



The next night she returned. She wore the same outfit, both the hood and the mask. When I opened the door, she walked right past me and took her place on the couch. She motioned for me to sit on the other end.



"Take out your little dick."



Again she set a tablet on the coffee table and played a video. In this one, which was a professional work, three men with intimidatingly girthy endowments pummeled the holes of a beautiful Latina woman. Like the previous night, we both masturbated. Cat again squirted when she climaxed, this time reaching the coffee table with her first stream, dousing the corner of a book. And again she walked out without a word and left me to clean up after her.



She came back once more on the third night. She played another video, which began with what appeared to be a street fair or a parade of some kind, seemingly filmed by an onlooker in the crowd. A man wearing only a speedo danced down the street as part of a procession. His bulge was extremely large. Three women in the crowd joyously screamed and pointed at his crotch. He pointed back at them as he turned in their direction. One of the women held her hands far apart in the air and pursed her lips, letting the dancer know she liked what he had between his legs.



The dancer strayed from the procession and approached the three women. They began to dance with him, taking turns grinding their asses into his groin, as the crowd around them watched. One of the women leaned close to the dancer and whispered into his ear. The dancer nodded his head, and the woman slipped her fingers into the waist of his speedo and released his cock. Now more people in the crowd screamed at the sight of his huge cock, almost fully hard but still flopping between his legs. He wore a silver cock ring. 



The three women began to take photos with this man. They took selfies with his cock in their hands, resting along their heads, and running down their thighs. One woman stroked his cock as another took a pen from her purse and wrote what I assumed was her phone number along his arm. 



And then Cat orgasmed and squirted. I was impressed by her mastery of her own body. The video had only been about three minutes in length. 



She rested for a bit, but this time she did not leave as she had the two nights before. After a few minutes it dawned on me that she was waiting for me to cum. I'd been absorbed by the video — I'd imagined how demoralized and turned on I'd have felt to be standing in that crowd watching these women take such enjoyment from this man's huge bulge — but it had ended before I'd even thought to stroke myself. I quickly brought myself to orgasm as Cat watched. As soon as I finished she left without a word, leaving her cum pooling and soaking wherever it had landed. 



The next several nights went on in just this way. Cat would walk in, sit down, and play a video featuring a notably large cock and at least one woman pleasing or admiring that cock. She would cum and she would leave. 



When I'd first met Cat at the costume party, she'd gleefully humiliated me, and based on what Karen had told me, I'd expected that to continue. I expected her to be like Karen, in other words. 



But it seemed Cat was different. I began to think of it more like a friends-with-benefits arrangement, except that the only benefit was mutual masturbation. Of course I knew that Cat actively disliked my cock and would never consider touching me. And night after night of watching all of these videos of well-hung men, most of whom were amateurs, was making me feel as though every man in the world had a big dick except me. I knew this wasn't true, but I couldn't help feeling it. 



Still, I certainly didn't mind watching porn and cumming with Cat every night. And given my increasing difficulties with Stephanie, I began to find Cat's routine to be a comfort. After I'd given Stephanie a few days of space, she'd informed me that she thought it would be best if we opened our relationship. She still wanted to be my partner, but she intended to begin seeing other people and suggested I do the same. I could hardly believe it and didn't yet know what to make of it. And so yes, I began to look forward to seeing Cat each night, the mutual release. 



On the seventh night, before she left, Cat asked me for a key.



"A key to what?"



"A key to your building and your apartment, of course."



"But why—"



"Have them for me by tomorrow, Toothpick. Goodnight."



I wondered if this might rule out the possibility that Cat was one of my immediate neighbors. If that were the case, she wouldn't need a key to the building. In any event, the next day I had keys made and she took them when she left that night. Upon her next visit, she let herself in and directly took a seat. And so she did the next night as well, her tenth visit. I doubted she'd ever knock again. 



On the 11th night, things changed. Cat barged into my apartment unannounced, as was now her custom, and took her seat on the couch. I took a few steps toward the couch to join her but stopped when another figure entered my apartment. I could tell it was a woman. She wore a pair of jeans, flats, and a hooded sweatshirt with the hood up. A mask covered the top half of her face. The same disguise as Cat. 



"What the fuck?" I looked to Cat. "Who...who is this?"



Cat simply patted the cushion next to her and this new stranger closed the door and took a seat beside her. 



I looked at the stranger. "Who are you?"



"It's really none of your business, Toothpick. She's my guest," Cat answered for her.



"In my apartment."



"What are you saying? Would you like us to leave? We could do that. But then who knows what else I might do, whom I might talk to. And I'd certainly stop visiting you, Toothpick. And I know you don't want that to stop, do you?"



"I..." Again I looked at this stranger. "Do I know you?"



"Don't ask her questions — or me, for that matter," Cat said.



"Why do you call him Toothpick," the stranger addressed Cat.



"You'll see."



I stood still, behind the couch, waiting. I thought perhaps Cat would play a video, but she made no movement.



"Don't pretend you don't know what's expected of you. I don't like to ask, as you also know," Cat said.



"But...but are you going to...will you do it too?" I asked.



"No questions."



I hesitated for a moment and dropped my pants and briefs, revealing my flaccid cock. Scenes from the videos Cat had shown flashed in my mind. Women watching long, thick cocks being displayed for them. I knew I was nothing like that. 



Neither woman said anything. They let me stand there for a moment and then Cat pointed at the couch. I sat and began to stroke myself. After about five minutes, I came. Both women got up and left without a word. 



The next night two women again entered my apartment without speaking. Now that there were two women in disguise, I had to look carefully to tell if Cat was one of them at all. I'd seen her enough times now to have some sense for her figure, her height, the way she carried herself. Still, I was nervous.



"Is that you?"



"Of course it's me, Toothpick. Now go on. Show us."



This lasted for ten days. Each of these nights Cat brought a mystery guest. It could have been ten different women or perhaps there were repeats. It was hard to say. On the tenth night — Cat's 20th visit — she handed me a piece of paper as she left. 



She'd written a link for me. I went to my laptop and pulled up the site. The link led to a post on a popular web forum. The author asked for volunteers to message her if they would be interested in what she called a "cock inspection." Before reading further, I clicked on the user's profile. Most of her posts were short videos of her masturbating and squirting, her face well outside of the camera's frame. I had no doubt it was Cat. 



Aside from her own posts, most of her activity on the site seemed to be compliments posted in response to selfies other users had posted. I knew I'd regret it, but I clicked on a few of these to see the original posts. I was not surprised to find that the selfies Cat had commented on showed fit men with large endowments. 



I returned to the link she'd sent me. It read:



<i>I need three men for a cock inspection I'll be hosting next Thursday. This will be anonymous. I'll send you the time and address. I'll expect you to wear a mask when you arrive. No mask, no entrance. I don't need to see your face. The only thing that matters is your cock. We'll have to message a little bit so that I can make sure you're a sane human being. Don't send me pics or talk about your dick. The surprise will be part of the fun. Best cock will get will get a full blowjob. "Best" is not only about size, fyi, though size is EXTREMELY important. DM me if interested.</i>



I looked at the time stamp of the post. Based on the date of the post and what Cat had written, this was meant to happen tomorrow. At first I was not sure why Cat had wanted me to see this, but now I realized this was her plan for tomorrow night's visit. Was I to be part of this inspection? My mind was reeling when a notification popped onto my screen. Stephanie had posted a photo to one of her social media accounts.

<hr pg="2" />I clicked the notification. It was a picture of her meal at a restaurant. Nothing of great interest, I thought. But then I noticed two hairy forearms at the top of the frame, sleeves rolled at the elbows. That was all that could be seen of a man seated across from her. Did she have a date? Christ. But not only that — if it is a date, wouldn't Stephanie have confirmed that this man is well-hung beforehand, as she claims to now require? I could hardly stand the thought. What the fuck was happening?



I spent the rest of the night making updates to my profile on a dating app and chatting with women. I was going to make Stephanie realize this whole idea was a mistake. Either that or I was going to move on. 



<b>Part Three</b>



It wasn't until after lunch the next day at work that I thought of Cat again. I'd been so completely distracted by my jealousy and anger over Stephanie's date. When I returned from lunch, though, sitting on my desk was a single toothpick. 



I felt my stomach drop. I snapped my head from side to side to see who was near, if anyone was watching. But nothing was out of the ordinary. No one was looking. Was this just a coincidence? That could certainly be. Or had Cat come to my office? Did she work here? Or perhaps one of my coworkers had been one of Cat's many guests? 



I had no idea what to do. I could try to end the whole thing, perhaps try to pull Cat's mask off tonight or have the lock changed at my apartment. But no matter what I did, Cat held a great deal of leverage. Aside from broadcasting the size of my penis, which I certainly did not want, Cat could cause trouble in my professional life simply with an email to the right person. Was the toothpick a threat? A joke? Or was it completely unrelated?



I decided I'd try to talk to her tonight. This whole adventure with Karen and now Cat had gone too far. I knew part of me found it absolutely thrilling, but things had progressed inch by inch to a point that was affecting my life. Stephanie was seeing other men. My work life was possibly in danger. I was allowing myself to be humiliated night after night. How had this happened?



I worried I was even more confused that I'd realized. Before I'd been distracted by my deteriorating relationship with Stephanie, I'd even begun to wonder if Cat and Karen were really the same person. Maybe Karen had simply put on a different, more elaborate mask that night at the party and pretended to be someone else. Would I have noticed if the dress were the same? Maybe not. It had been an overstimulating evening, after all. I'd never seen them together that night. Cat did have dark hair, just like Karen. And could there really be another woman like Karen?



That night, when Cat walked into my apartment, I was standing by the door, ready to tell her enough was enough and ask her to stop this. But as soon as she stepped through the door she thrust something at my chest and into my hands. A rubber clown mask, identical to the one Karen had given me the night of the party. 



"I'd put this on in a hurry if I were you, unless you want a few random men to see your face tonight," she said.



"But we...I want—"



"They're right outside. They just messaged me. You did read the thing I gave you, right?"



"Yes—I, but look—"



There was a knock at the door. Cat peered through the lookhole and brought her hand to the knob. I decided to take her advice and pulled the mask over my head. Three men filed through the door. They too wore masks, but not like mine. One wore a mask like Zorro, covering the top part of his face and head. One wore a rubber mask, a wolfman of some kind. And the third wore a plastic superhero mask, covering his face but not the back of his head. 



Cat told them to sit on my couch and wait. After a few minutes, there came another knock at the door. Cat opened it and a fourth guest entered. It was a woman, dressed in the manner I'd come to expect — the hoodie and cat mask. 



"Now that we're all here, we can begin," Cat said," I'd like you boys to stand in a line right here."



Cat pointed with her hand while we watched, quietly. 



"What are you waiting for? Right now."



We stood in a row where she'd directed us, right in front of the cushion where Cat had sat each night for the past weeks. I was standing at one end of the line. The other woman took a seat beside Cat.



"Let me tell you how this will work. First, there's no need for you to speak. Your cock will speak for you. Your cock is the only thing that matters tonight. As you know, this is an inspection, and your manhood will be judged. And there will be a winner. In other words, this is a competition. Nod your heads if you understand."



We nodded.



"We will go one by one. My friend here will kneel before each of you, take out your cocks, and get you hard. Do not try to direct her or control what happens in any way. When we've seen what all of you have to offer, a verdict will be given. As you also know, the best cock will be sucked to completion, not just a tease. However, if there are notable runners-up, they may not be left entirely to their own devices. Nod if you understand." 



We nodded.



"Last, just so you understand, there are many factors that will be weighed when making our decision. Shape, vascularity, the texture of the skin — but the most important criteria is your size. The size of your manhood is the single most important thing. Nod if you understand."



The three other men nodded, but I paused for a moment. Cat stared at me, waiting. I knew it was almost certain that I would only be embarrassed in this competition. But what would Cat do if I asked everyone to leave right now? There was no telling. And I had to admit, I wanted to be judged by these women, to be compared, to be so completely objectified. I could feel the switch flip in my mind. Reason had left me. I swallowed any hesitation and nodded.



The other woman stood and approached the man at the far end of the row, opposite from me. He wore the Zorro mask. I realized that I would be last in line. She kneeled in front of him. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She pulled down his clothing to the middle of his thigh, revealing his cock and balls. In his flaccid state, he was certainly larger than I, but he appeared to be about average in size to me, as most do.



She brought her hands to him, caressing his cock and balls with her fingers in a downward sweeping motion. He slowly began to stiffen. She moved one hand to his balls, cupping them, and with the other hand gently squeezed his cock between her fingers and thumb, running her fingers up and down the shaft as she did so. He was getting hard now, and his semi-erection was already noticeably bigger than me at my maximum size. I'd already lost, of course.



She took him in her mouth and began to move her head along his length, as he continued to grow inside of her mouth, mostly hidden. Her strokes became longer and longer as he lengthened. After a couple of minutes, she released his cock from her mouth, making a popping sound as she applied one final bit of suction. His cock sprung from her mouth and then stood straight in the air for all to see. 



"Oh, that's very nice," said Cat.



"Isn't it?" said the other woman, wiping her mouth. 



Now that he was free from her mouth it was apparent that this man's cock was really quite thick. I would estimate that he was about 6.5 inches in length and somewhere just shy of six inches in girth.



"Nice fat cock. Good job," the other woman said as she smiled up at him. She then took a step to her right on her knees and began her work on the next man in line. I eyed his groin nervously, hoping that he would be on the smaller side, praying that I would not be the only one. 



But when she revealed his manhood, I knew I would get no reprieve. I could see he was slightly above average when soft. She began the same routine as before. She used her fingers first, then a little light squeezing and stroking, and then her mouth. 



"Not bad," she said, when she was finished with him, "How long is it? Show me with your fingers. Don't speak."



He held eight fingers outstretched.



Cat laughed. "My friend, you may believe that or maybe it's what you tell girls, but I am not like other women. That is not eight inches. You have a nice big cock, but it's the minimum for being considered big."



Cat addressed the other woman. "How big do you think it is?"



"Maybe about seven inches."



"And girth?"



"By about five?"



"Yes, I think so. You're getting to be so good at guessing," Cat said.



The other woman beamed at Cat's praise and then returned her attention to the man.



"Ok, good job. Nice dick."



She moved down the line and began her routine on the third man, who wore the wolfman mask. One more chance, I thought. Maybe he'd be even smaller than I am. You never know. But immediately I noticed that this man's cock was quite large when flaccid — possibly more than five inches in length and thick.



"Ooooh. Very promising," she said as she brought her hands to his cock. When he'd begun to stiffen, she took him in her mouth, her head bobbing over longer and longer distances as she sucked, her mouth stretching wider and wider. And then she released his cock with another smacking sound.



"Damn! Monster cock you got there, Mr. Wolfman! Big fucking fat dick."



He was the longest yet, but I was most shocked and unnerved to see that he was even thicker than the first man. Even the second man, whom she'd described as the minimum, was much thicker than I. But these other two, Zorro and the Wolfman, they made my cock seem as though it were nothing but a reed in the wind. They absolutely dwarfed me in sheer bulk. 



"Wow! I just love it," the other woman continued, "thank you for bringing this here tonight. Thank you for this giant beautiful dick."



"You're welcome," he responded.



"Tsk, tsk, remember, no speaking," Cat reprimanded him, "but we'll let that slide on account of your huge cock. I want to thank you too, by the way. I appreciate your very long and extremely thick dick. It's wonderful. Thank you."



"Aren't we lucky?" The other woman spoke to Cat, "three big cocks in a row. What a treat! I have a feeling this is going to be a special night."



Cat smiled at her, and then the other woman moved in front of me now.



"Let's keep our luck going. Let's see your big cock, Mr. Clown."



My stomach was a swirl of nerves as she brought her fingers to my belt buckle. She slowly undid the button and pulled the zipper down.



She dug her fingers under the waistband of my pants and briefs and began to tug them lower. I looked at her lips. Mask or no mask, I could tell she was beautiful. I wanted nothing more than to please her. Then I looked at the row of cocks to my right, all so much larger than I.



She exposed my cock and balls.



"Oh," she said.



"Something wrong," Cat asked?



"Oh, no, no, nothing," the other woman said. 



She brought her fingers to me, a gentle tease, then squeezed my cock in her hand, adding an occasional stroke. She took me in her mouth. After about a minute, I could see her eyebrows arch in confusion, but she continued to suck. It felt incredible. After another minute, she let me loose from her mouth. Her face was blank.



"What's the matter?" Cat asked.



"It's...well, I don't want to be rude," the other woman answered.



"Tell the truth. He doesn't mind."



"Well...it's just...I don't—no, it's nothing..."



"Be honest," Cat nudged.



"Well, I didn't expect to see a sm—or uh..." She turned toward Cat and spoke in a half-whisper. "I guess I just thought only a guy who was at least average would want to do something like this."



"His cock is small, isn't it? That's what you were going to say?" Cat said, not lowering her voice in the slightest.



"I don't want to put him down." 



"He wants to hear what you think. Nod your head if that's true, Mr. Clown, " Cat instructed.



I nodded.



"Ok then, um, I guess it is," the other woman said, still kneeling before me, "Listen, I'm sorry about all of that stuff I said about how much I like...I mean, shit, I hope you don't feel bad. I guess I just didn't think anyone...you know, uh, someone like you would be here for this."



"Don't apologize to him. He should apologize to you. He ruined things, didn't he?"



"Um, well, I don't want to say that."



"Tell him."



"Well, maybe it would have been more fun...no, you know...it's just that I was hoping—"



"Don't be nice," Cat demanded, "You're always too nice. These men are here for our pleasure. His feelings are nothing right now. His cock is all that matters."



The other woman was frozen, her mouth open.



"See," Cat continued, "You'll never get what you want if you're <i>afraid</i> to—"



The woman looked up at me, right into my eyes through the mask. I could see she was preparing to let go.



"Ok, yes, fine, you ruined it, you little-dicked clown," she said, raising her voice, "Look how fucking skinny your hard cock is, Jesus! I can't believe I had that tiny little penis in my mouth."



"Like a toothpick, isn't it?" Cat asked her.



"Just like that. Such a fucking small dick!"



"He has some nerve, doesn't he?" Cat suggested.



"Yes, why did you do this?" The other woman asked, letting some anger show.



"She wants to know why you have only just a few thin inches of cock? Why would you do that?" Cat said. 



I said nothing.



"Speak. Answer us," Cat demanded. She sounded so much like Karen now. Could it be? 



"I—I didn't—" 



"Don't make excuses. Apologize to her for your failure. Make it good. We want to know that you understand what you did wrong," Cat ordered.



"I...I'm sorry about my small penis. There's no excuse. It's my fault."



"Go on," the other woman said, still looking up directly into my eyes.



"I shouldn't have dared to show my penis here. I know you want to be excited and pleased. You shouldn't have to deal with this."



"That's right, you needle-cocked clown, you tried to ruin our fun on purpose by having that inadequate little dick, didn't you?" Cat said.



"No, I—I—"



"No excuses."



"I...yes, if I wanted you to have a good time, I would have a big cock for you. And I don't. I'm to blame."



"I want all of you to gather around my friend here in a circle," Cat said, "Come on, let's go."



We did as we were told. 



"Now hold your cocks up against her face."



I'd been compared to Adam before and to other men that night at the party. But Adam was only one man and those others were perhaps on the high end of average. I'd never been surrounded like this, for the difference to be so extreme with all of them. They were all multiple inches longer and so much thicker it hardly seemed that we had the same anatomy.



"One of these is not like the others," Cat said. 



"They're all so much bigger than you," the other woman said.



"Why aren't you hung like this, Mr. Clown? Everyone else is. Everyone else has a big cock. Why don't you?" Cat asked.



"Jesus, I—" I tried to speak.



"I didn't give you permission to speak," Cat said.



"I think he's trying to be funny. He's trying to make a joke with that pin dick of his," the other woman said. She was having no trouble being cruel now.



She wrapped her fingers around the cocks of Zorro and Wolfman. "These cocks are fucking FAT."



She slapped them up and down in her palm. "They're big hefty cocks. That's what I like. I was trying to spare your feelings, but to be honest, everything I said before was true. I love cocks like this. Nice long thick cocks. That's what excites me."



"I want to thank you big boys again," Cat added, "for having these nice big dicks. We're grateful that you didn't bring a tiny cock like this one for us tonight. That was so considerate of you. Now, Mr. Clown, I want you to take your little joke of a penis and sit here in the middle of the couch. The rest of you, sit on either side of him. I want Mr. Clown to just feel completely menaced by your big beautiful cocks, to really understand what he's doing wrong. The two of us have to decide on tonight's winner. Please excuse us for a moment."



Cat and her friend stood in my kitchen and began to whisper to one another. The other masked men and I sat quietly on the couch. They stroked their cocks, waiting for a reward, and I wondered if I should even bother. But it seemed it didn't matter if I stroked myself or not. I was hard as could be, even though I'd never felt so small in my life.



Cat and her friend returned to us.



"You tell them," Cat said.



"Well, last place is our skinny-cocked clown friend."



"Of course," Cat said.



The other woman now stood directly in front of the man she'd described as the minimum to be considered big. 



"I'm afraid you're coming in third. You have a nice big cock. It's nice looking too. You should be proud. I would be happy to find that in a date's pants. But tonight, these other ones are just bigger and therefore better. You win some, you lose some." 



She moved to Zorro.



"Now, Mr. Zorro, you have a great cock. It's not as long as third place here, but it's quite a bit plumper. That means a lot and pushes you past him. I like how it's extra thick right in the middle. Really makes it more fun to look at and play with. And your cock would make me cum fast. But...I'm sure you know, Mr. Wolfman's cock is just flat-out fucking huge."



She turned her head toward the man in the wolfman mask. 



"So your giant fat dick is our winner, Mr. Wolfman. Congratulations. Your cock is just <i>better</i>."



"And as your reward," Cat took over, "I'm going to suck your huge thick cock, Mr. Wolfman. I'm going to make you cum. But Zorro, my friend here will be giving a handjob because that cock of yours deserves some attention. The rest of you are free to watch and jerk yourselves off."



The Wolfman was sitting to my right and Zorro was to my left. Cat kneeled on the floor in front of the Wolfman while the other woman took a seat to side of Zorro at the very end of the couch. Cat's friend began to stroke Zorro's cock as she watched Cat take the Wolfman into her mouth. 



I gave in to my arousal and began to stroke myself. The man in third place did the same, watching. Cat brought one hand between her legs while the other hand teased and pulled at the Wolfman's balls. She somehow seemed to struggle and not struggle at all with the Wolfman's extreme manhood. It seemed almost too much for her, stretching her mouth, but her motion was smooth, effortless. It turned me on so much to watch her take him. 



Cat's friend meanwhile busied herself with Zorro. She'd taken a bottle of lube from her bag and applied its contents liberally to Zorro's cock. Her hand moved in fast strokes. But I think Zorro may have been more affected by the constant stream of dirty talk in his ear. Cat's guest leaned in close and whispered to him, but still loud enough so that we all could hear. 



"I love your cock. I love it." she began and then paused. Zorro let out a little moan when she spoke.



"It's so big, baby," she whispered to him and then another pause.



"Your dick is special." She was so close her lips must have been touching his ear now.



"Felt so good getting fat in my mouth." The Wolfman began to moan now too, whether from the service he was receiving from Cat or the other woman's whispers, I wasn't sure.



"Such a big cock. Nice and fucking thick." She paused again.



"So much better than other men's." Another pause.



"Your big dick is a gift for me, isn't it? I deserve something special and you're giving it to me." A pause again.



"If you were my boyfriend, I'd want all of my girlfriends to know how well-hung you are, how good I have it."



I could hardly believe how small my cock looked while I was sandwiched between these two large cocks as these women pleasured them. The comparison was constant. The difference seemed almost cartoonish.

<hr pg="3" />"You're throbbing, big boy. That thick cock going to cum soon?"



Zorro nodded his head. 



Just then I heard the faint sound of a splash. I looked down, and I could see water beginning to pool beneath Cat. She'd squirted. And then she moaned loudly, the Wolfman's cock deep in her mouth and bulging. He was cumming. When he was finished, Cat stood and then spit his cum directly into the puddle she'd released onto my floor. 



Zorro began to groan now.



"Stand up," Cat ordered. 



Zorro did as he was told, and the other woman stood too, continuing to stroke him.



"Just let that big cock cum go. Show us," Cat said.



Zorro shot several ropes of cum, most of it falling into the puddle. The man in third place came now too, creaming his fist. Cat leaned over and grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand toward her mouth. She licked it clean and then let his cum drool from her mouth to the floor. She stared at me while she did it.



Cat then leaned over to me. I thought for a moment that she might want to taste my cum too. I was so close. But instead she brought her mouth to my ear and whispered. A real whisper. Just for me.



"Everyone has a bigger cock than you."



I couldn't believe how much I'd become turned on by my own humiliation. I was cumming before she could finish the sentence, like her words had pulled it right out of me.



"Time to go," Cat announced, as she picked up her bag.



The men covered themselves and began to walk toward the door, Cat's friend trailing just behind. 



"You're coming back to my place," I heard her say to the Wolfman, as they passed through the exit.



Cat looked at me for a moment and then walked out without a word, closing the door behind her. I sat up straight and looked down at the seeping mix of bodily fluids that remained plastered to my floor. 



<b>Part Four</b>



Cat did not return the next day, nor the day after, and not the next. I felt a great relief. Perhaps she was done with me. But I also felt a strangeness about her absence, the disruption of our routine. It was not unlike the symptoms of withdrawal. I was so accustomed to the rush of her and her surprises each night. But still, I tried to let it all go. 



I had dinner with Stephanie. This time she came back to my apartment. I went down on her — I knew not to try for more, not yet — and we spent the night together. I told her that I, too, would be dating once again, that I planned to see other people. I hoped that, despite herself, the jealousy would be too much and she'd abandon this plan of hers. I knew she cared about me. 



And it was true. I'd had one date with a woman named Nina and, the day after I saw Stephanie, a second date with a woman named Katie. On that second night, Katie came up to my apartment for a drink after dinner. She sat on my couch and picked up a book from the coffee table, as I made cocktails in the kitchen. Katie had light blonde hair, a full figure, large breasts pressing against the fabric of her sweater, wide hips, and a long slender nose that dominated her face. We'd had our first kiss just before, outside my building.



"Oh my God!"



Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Katie's head hunched between her shoulders, her hand at her mouth. 



"Oh my God!" She exclaimed once more, "What is this, Paul?"



I walked over to her. She held a polaroid photograph in the air for my perusal.



"Where did you get that?" I asked.



"It was under this book. Jesus, Paul, I mean, it has your name on it."



It was a photograph from the other night during our so-called inspection. It showed all four of our hard cocks hovering near the face of Cat's friend, as Cat had ordered us to do. I hadn't realized Cat had taken any photos, but I suppose I wasn't paying close attention to her in that moment. Judging from the photo, it seemed as though she'd stood behind me and held the camera above my shoulder. The viewpoint was straight down, giving a clear look at our cocks. There was an inscription written over the woman's mask. 



<i>Paul, thanks for a fun time. XOXO.</i>



"I...I'm sorry, I don't know what to say." 



I couldn't claim it was pornography. The retro polaroid format and the inscription made that impossible. 



"Ok. This is some kinky shit," Katie said.



Had Cat been in my apartment since that night without my knowing? She must have taken the photo with her phone, printed it later, and returned to hide it here. Were there others in my apartment? 



"Yeah, can we just...maybe we can just forg—"



"—So, is...or like, you're in this photo?"



"What do you mean?"



"Uh, well, like, one of these is you, right?" She'd turned the photograph around to look at it again. 



I'd felt a flush of embarrassment at the revelation of this photo, but now a feeling of dread seeped into my belly. In the photograph, my cock seemed like an afterthought, or perhaps even a printing error. It was outstandingly small in comparison to those other men. Their cocks were significantly longer, of course, but they were just so much <i>fuller</i>. How could Katie's interest not be peaked by the pure heft of those other endowments?



"Katie, come on. I mean, I don't know, don't you think this is a little weird?"



I watched her looking at the photograph. Which did she hope I was? Which did she hope I was not? How could I tell her that I was the small one — the only small one?



"Yeah...yeah, I'm sorry, that was personal. I shouldn't have asked that. Look, maybe I should—"



"Katie, I'm sorry you saw that. I mean, I'm really sorry it was just lying around. It's my fault. I swear, it wasn't on purpose. I'm not trying—I mean, I'm not trying to be a creep here."



"It's ok, Paul." She paused. "I guess, I mean, really it's just kinda funny."



"What do you mean"



"Like, in an outrageous way, you know? It's just a ridiculous thing to happen."



"Yeah, that's for sure."



"Maybe you should take this, huh?" Katie again held the photograph in my direction, and I took it from her hand.



"How about that drink? Suddenly I feel like I could use it." 



"Yeah, sure," Katie said, laughing through the words.



We both walked over to the kitchen counter. Katie took a seat and I slipped the photo into a drawer on the other side of the counter. I picked up a glass and slid a second glass across the counter toward her. She took a sip.



"It's good," she said, pursing her lips, "So, look, I have to ask, do you do that a lot?"



"Make drinks?"



"No, I guess, what would you call that? A fivesome? A gangbang? I'm sorry, Paul! But how can I not ask?"



"Yeah, no, I get it. Well, uh, no, no, I don't. That was—or well, it just happened. It's not something I do regularly. Or something I seek out."



"Well, I mean, I will say, I think it's kind of cool that you're so comfortable — like, that you can be open like that, you know, having other guys involved. I don't think a lot of the guys I've known would do that."



"Yeah, no, that's probably true. But Katie, this is super embarrassing!"



"Oh, I'm sorry, I know! I'm still talking about it! But it's really hard to ignore, Paul. I'd feel kinda awkward just talking about like our favorite drinks or something right now. It's like the elephant in the room or something. It's kind of an impressive photo, you know?"



Impressive? What did that mean? Asking her would steer us in a direction I did not want to go, but I'd already been steered into a corner, hadn't I? If Katie and I hooked up tonight, wouldn't she wonder only one thing? Do I have a big cock or a small cock? There was no in-between possibility in her mind now. She knew from the photo that it was one extreme or the other. And from her point of view, the odds were 3 out of 4 that I had a plus-size cock.



"What do you mean by impressive?"



"Well, it's just that...like, you must know—I'm sorry! This feels really forward to talk about."



"Tell me about it. We can drop it."



"No, I guess I'm the one who said I can't ignore it. Ok, I'll just blurt it out."



"Ok."



"Those are some really big dicks!"



I felt my body respond in the manner I'd come to expect. My heart sank a little at the same time as my cock stiffened at the sheer carnality of her interest.



"Yeah." I tried to laugh it off.



"Or well, most of them, I mean."



"Yeah."



"I mean, I've seen — or you know, it's not like a big cock is a totally new thing to me." The pit deepened in my stomach as she spoke. "But well, those are really big."



"Uh huh," was all I could say.



"I'm sorry. I'm prying. I'm freaking you out. I'm sorry." 



"Do you like big cocks?" 



I couldn't stop myself from asking, though I was only digging a deeper hole for myself. I watched a smile form on her face. I knew she interpreted the question as a sign of confidence, a flirtation — evidence that I was one of the three. I wanted her to say no, to believe that I would not be a disappointment to her. But another part of me, deep down, was desperate for her to say yes.



"Why do you ask? Wondering if I can handle you?" Her smile widened.



Jesus. What had I done?



"That's not an answer."



"Ok, it's like that, is it?" She was almost finished with her drink now. "Yes, I do."



"Go on." Why was I doing this? Was this Karen and Cat's influence?



"Well, it's not like a rule or anything. Don't think that. I mean, I guess it's just more exciting, more fun. Something to think about, anticipate, remember the next day. You still feel it, you know? It's sexier, I guess. And yeah, it definitely feels better, I mean, assuming the guy knows what he's doing, like, actually cares about my pleasure. You know? Happy?"



I knew that later on, after this was over, the answer would be no. I would not be happy. But right now, the answer was a resounding yes. I could feel the blood rushing.



"I like hearing what you have to say, yeah. It's hot."



"Yeah, well, a couple of those guys in the photo — I mean, they're super <i>thick</i>. I've never been with anyone who had ALL THAT. So maybe I'd feel differently in that case."



"Ok."



"Now, are you going to answer my question?"



"What do you mean?"



"Are you in that photo?"



"You know I am." 



She took the final sip of her drink. 



"Which one?" She gave me a smirk.



I opened the drawer to my side, took out the photograph, and placed it on the counter. I pointed at the only little cock in the photograph. 



Katie giggled. "C'mon. Don't play around."



"No, that's me." I felt as though I were performing for a packed house on opening night and had forgotten all of my lines.



"Oh." She froze for a moment. "Well, uh, I guess...I guess I just thought..."



She trailed off and looked down at the photograph. 



"So, wait, who are — actually, you know what? I think you're right, Paul. This is a little weird. I'm sorry if I was pushing."



"No, it's fine."



"I think we should call it a night. Let's maybe try a redo on this another time, ok?"



"Yeah, um, ok, I understand. But hey, look, again, I'm really sorry about this. It was just a stupid accident."



"Yeah, I know." She walked toward the door. "Text me."



I waved weakly as she walked out the door. My phone buzzed as soon as the door closed. The number was hidden, unknown. I knew it was Cat.



"Hello?"



"I don't think she was interested in your thin little cock, was she?"



"You left that photo there, didn't you?"



"Of course."



"Jesus, you're not even going to deny it?"



"Why would I deny it? I didn't do anything wrong. The problem is your dick, not me. You sunk yourself."



"Are you spying on me?"



"Sometimes."



"Fuck. Are you watching me now?"



"Yes."



"How?"



She said nothing.



"Is anyone with you? Are you the only one watching?"



I waited, but again she gave no response.



"Did you leave a toothpick on my desk at work?"



Now she spoke again. "I want you to take out that pencil-thin cock of yours. I know you're still turned on. I want you to cum right where you stand."



"Ok," I said, but I made no movement. 



"Don't play games. Don't be stupid, Toothpick. Do as I say. Take out your tiny cock and make yourself cum."



I unzipped and began to stroke myself.



"That's it. Now I want you to imagine Katie with one of those big cocks she just saw, what she really wanted. She's straddling that huge prick, pushing her fat ass down on it, her lips spreading wider and wider. Imagine she's watching you stroke your nothing dick while she's fucking down hard on a <i>real</i> cock."



I stroked faster.



"That makes you want to cum, doesn't it?" Cat continued. "She's feeling so full from a big thick wide cock, while she stares at the zero dicklet you're offering. She can feel everything you don't have. She's so grateful for the girthy fucking cock meat inside of her. She feels so lucky, so special that she gets something so much better than your little morsel."



I groaned. I could feel my orgasm rushing forward, uncontrollably. 



The door opened and Katie walked back into my apartment.



"Paul, hey, I'm sorry, I feel like that was a really bad way to leave things. I didn't mean to —"



I looked up at her. I stopped stroking myself, but it was already too late. My cock lurched up and down in the air as semen steadily pumped from the head, landing on the floor in thick droplets. After a few seconds of shock, I pulled up my pants to cover myself, unloading the rest of my orgasm into the crotch of my pants.



"Holy fuck! You're a fucking pervert! Jesus. Fuck this! Don't text me. Don't contact me at all."



Katie turned toward the door.



I still held the phone to my ear. I heard Cat speak one more time. Her voice was muffled now, as though it were at a distance, as though she were no longer talking to me. She said, "I told you, right? That was fucking perfect." 



I heard laughter. And then Cat hung up.



Katie turned back toward me, her face red with anger.



"And by the way, your dick is SMALL as fuck!"



She slammed the door.



Later that night, after my nerves had calmed, I lay in bed and replayed the scene in my mind. I thought of what Katie had said. I remembered her face when I pointed at myself in the photograph. 



My phone buzzed. There was an email from someone I did not know. The address was a string of seemingly random letters and numbers. It took only a split second before I was certain the message was from Cat.



There was a video attached, which I tapped and played. There was nothing in the frame except for a woman's wide-open mouth and, held above it, quite a large cock. Cum poured from the head of the cock and directly onto the tongue below. 



The body of the email read only: "Little tiny dicks cum in their pants. BIG cocks cum in my mouth."



I brought myself to orgasm for a second time and went to sleep. 



<b>Part Five</b>



Three weeks passed without a word from Cat. It had been longer still since I'd heard from Karen. In that time things had also not improved with Stephanie. I'd begun to believe she really wanted to be with someone else, but couldn't bring herself to break up with me. But I could not continue with a sexless relationship any longer. I was ready to give up. I'd been further pushed in this direction by Nina, the other woman I'd met online, whom I'd been talking more and more with.



I really liked her, and I think she liked me too. We'd gone out for a second time, and before parting, we stood outside of a bar in a light drizzle and kissed while I gently squeezed her ass over her tight-fitting dress. We'd both agreed to meet again over the weekend, and I sensed she wanted to become more intimate just as much as I did. I was already making plans.



Last week I'd received an invitation in the mail from an old friend to attend a party that was being held on the estate of a nearby mansion. Guests would have free reign of the mansion and the grounds. There would be several open bars, free buffets, and various live performers, all at multiple locations on the grounds. 



With the invitation, my friend included a short note stating that he'd managed to have my name put on the guest list, including a plus one, and that formal dress would be required. "I'll see you there, and you can thank me then!" He'd written.



I had planned to attend by myself, but now that things were progressing with Nina, I was thrilled for the opportunity to make a date of it. It seemed like something out of an old romance. And I'd be lying if I said that it didn't massage my ego for her to think of me as a VIP of a kind. Not long after our second date, I texted her a photo of the invitation and asked if she was free. I could tell she was excited by the string of emojis she sent in reply.



When the day arrived, I rented a car, as the mansion was some distance outside of the city. I parked outside of Nina's building and rang the buzzer. She seemed almost out of place as she descended the stairs. The building was old and worn down, but she was glorious in her long, blue gown. The skirt had a deep cut-out down her right leg and her breasts rose beautifully from the bust of the dress. The movement of her hips was visible with each step, as she made made her way down the stairs.



"I hope you don't mind my language, but you look so fucking beautiful," I said, as she opened the door to her building. 



"Thanks. And you look very handsome, Paul."



I smiled at her.



"This kinda feels like prom, doesn't it?" She added.



"Yeah, yeah. I mean, if prom was at like a million-acre mansion," I said, as I gestured toward the car.



"I know. I've never really been to something like this. I actually feel super adult."



I laughed. I opened the car door for her and she slid in.



"Nice car," she said, with obvious sarcasm.



"Cheapest one they had. I hope they don't turn us away at the gate."



We made the 30-minute drive in high spirits. I found the address without difficulty. I pulled up to the gate and gave my name to the attendant, who waved us through. 



"So I guess this is real?" Nina said.



"To be honest, I wasn't totally sure until now. Hey, is there anything in the invitation about where to park? It's in the glove compartment. Thought I'd bring it just in case I needed it to get in."



Nina pulled the invitation from the glove compartment.



"Nope."



There was nothing but a long winding driveway in front of us, branching in several directions. 



"Jesus, this place is huge. I wish the guy at the gate had said something. Should we go back? I'm not really sure where to go."



"I don't see an obvious place either," she said.



"Hold on. I'm going to text my friend. He'll know."



I brought the car to a stop and quickly wrote a text. I pressed send as another car coming from behind pulled up to my window. The passenger seat window lowered and a young man leaned his head out.



"Are you looking for the valet?" He said.



"The valet? Yeah, yeah, I guess we are."



He gave directions, which were surprisingly simple. It was mostly a matter of making the right turn at a fork. We thanked him and went on our way. We found the valet, who took the car and told us that all guests must check in directly ahead at the main entrance. 



We ascended the stairs. As I opened the door, my phone buzzed. My friend had replied.



"What are you talking about?" He'd written.



"Welcome!" There were two women in front us, one standing with a hand outstretched and one sitting behind a table. 



"Thank you for joining us, and thank you for doing this," said the woman whose hand I was now shaking.



"Us? I think we should be thanking you."



The woman laughed. "No, we really appreciate your participation. May I ask your name?"



I gave her my name and the woman behind the table searched a database on a laptop in front of her. She nodded her head. 



"Once you're checked in, you'll just head through these doors, and you'll be able to go where you please. Some rooms are locked, but mostly you can wonder the building and make your way through to the grounds. You'll find bars and buffets and live music all over, and other festivities too," the woman standing in front us explained.

<hr pg="4" />"Great," I said. 



"Do you have his data?" she asked the other.



"The label is coming out now."



"What label?" Nina asked.



"Are you...what's your name?"



Nina gave her full name and the woman looked at her counterpart behind the table, who shook her head from side to side.



"Ah, so you're not part of this."



"Not part of what?" Nina asked.



The woman behind the table stood and approached me. She attached a card to the lapel of my jacket. It included what looked like an ID number in small print at the top. On the left and the right was a single number. And in the center were two large letters. 



"Part of the study," the first woman said.



"I'm confused," said Nina.



"Oh, I'm sorry." The woman looked at me. "You haven't told her anything?"



"What? What would I —"



"All right, I'll explain. Many of the guests tonight, including Paul, participated in an academic study, having to do with mate selection. Dating, basically."



What was she talking about, I wondered. I tried to remember any survey I might have answered.



"So, the participants have done interviews with researchers at various points over the last months, they've had physicals and other exams, and, well, the researchers found out a lot about them. Medical history, family history. A lot."



Nina looked at me.



"They now want to observe the participants interacting with one another. Who is interested in whom? How long does this person look at that person? Who talks to whom? That sort of thing."



"You knew this, Paul?" Nina looked at me, her brow scrunched.



"I think there was a misunderstanding. Excuse me, what is this label thing?" How could they have any information about me, I wondered.



"Ah, so that gives some basic information about the guest. The researchers want to see how it influences people's behavior," the woman answered.



"Ok, so like, what info is on the card?" asked Nina.



"Um, let me make sure I get this right." She picked up a tablet from the table and peered at the screen. "Ok, so on the left, there's a number indicating financial solidity, on a scale of one to five. On the right, the number rates the participant's health, like the likelihood of illness in the future. And the letters in the center have to do with anatomy. They're like a grade."



"Anatomy? What does that mean?" Nina inquired.



I felt a sudden urge to turn around and walk out.



"Right, so for the men, the letters there refer to genital size."



I certainly hadn't shared any information about my genitals in any study. I knew there could only be one explanation. <i>Karen</i>.



Nina looked amused. "I'm sorry. I don't follow."



"Ok, so, one sec, the details about this are on the next page. Let me just—yes, ok, so a man with an unusually long penis would have an A on the left and a man with an unusually thick penis would have an A on the right. A plus or minus adds more detail. So two A pluses, for example, would be a man with an erection in the 95th percentile or better in both length and girth."



I could see Nina glance at my card and quickly look away as she listened. 



"A man with an above average length would have a B on the left. An above average girth wold show a B on the right. A C grade would be average. Does that make sense?"



"So I'm guessing a D is below average," said Nina, "and an F is...well..."



"Small," said the woman, "You've got it."



We stood quietly. Though I had little doubt about what it would reveal, I looked down at my card. It showed an F  for length and an F for girth.



"Anyway, you're all ready. Don't let us keep you. Enjoy!"



Nina and I gave each other polite smiles. We walked through the double doors in front of us and joined the party.

