“I guess I did say I would do anything…”

“Only if you’re sure,” I said.

She nodded. “I’m sure.” And then she repeated it more confidently.“I’m sure.”

I clapped my hands together. “Excellent! Okay, so Maeve, let’shave you go inside and then walk out as if you’re on the runway. And then wecan pretend like Anthony wins the bidding.”

Anthony and I both grabbed some lounge chairs and sat downwhile we waited for Maeve to emerge.

“Thanks again for doing this,” I said.

“No problem, man. I should be thanking you. I had no idea howI was going to afford this wedding. And that outfit…” He whistled and shook hishead.

The terrace door slid open and Maeve strutted out. I didn’tknow where she learned to walk a runway, but her walk was on point. Her hairblew in the wind and her tits bounced with each step.

Anthony gulped when she stopped at the end of the imaginaryrunway and tore off her sarong. Then she wrapped it around the back of his neckand pulled him towards her.

Here we go.

I slapped him on the back to encourage him to go up to her.

She ran her hands up his abs and tossed his shirt to the side.And then she shook her hips as she dropped down right in front of his crotch.

“Wait a second,” I said just as she was about to undo hispants.

She stopped and stood back up.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked.

“No, you were excellent. But I did have a thought. Does Anthonyhave a big dick?”

“You bet your ass I do.”

I looked to Maeve and she nodded. “Biggest I’ve ever had. Byfar.”

Interesting.I’d never lost a size contest. Could thisbe a first?

“Why do you ask?” said Anthony.

“Well, the guys that I invited to this sex auction are verywell endowed. And I realized that the size of a member could affect the resultsof this test. Take those gloves, for example. They might perform fine whilestroking a normal sized dick. But would the seams tear if one of my modelstries to grab a real monster?”

“I’m plenty big,” said Anthony. “You’ve got nothing to worryabout.”

“Okay, great. Sorry about that. Please continue.”

Maeve started dancing on him again.

“Wait, wait, wait,” I said. “I’m just really nervous aboutyou not being big enough to do a proper test. I know that I am, though.”

Anthony stared at me. “Oh hell no. I had a feeling you weretrying to fuck my girl.”

I put my hands up. “Not at all. How about this… You and I willhave a size contest, and whoever is bigger will test out the outfit with Maeve.”

“And by test the outfit, you mean fuck her. Right?”

“Well, yes. But it’s not sexual. It’s purely scientific. And tothank you for your help, I’ll throw in free bachelor and bachelorette suites. Anda weeklong honeymoon.” I was probably throwing in too many perks, but I was desperateto get rid of this boner. And I knew a redhead was the only thing that wouldhelp.

“No way in hell,” said Anthony.