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coughed
for ten minutes while Beverly pounded her on the back—until Barb
finally caught her breath and managed to fight her off. “Of course
they’re real! The name of it is ‘Giant Cocks and the Ladies Who
Love Them’,” she said snickering. “Where in the world did you get
this, Marla?”
    “ Oh! Now that can’t be real!” Beverly
objected a few moments later when one of the guys, who looked like
he had a two foot dong, began pumping it into first one and then
another of the impossibly large breasted women in the video. “It
must be … retractable or something!”
    Chelsey was so mesmerized she forgot
about the food on her plate until a piece slid off and landed in
her lap. Cynthia put the player on fast forward and they all
watched the pair fuck in high speed for several moments, then she
put it in reverse, which was even funnier.
    As an ice breaker, Chelsey thought
ruefully, it worked great. By the time they’d watched the video
with everyone vying with witty commentary, drinking wine, and
munching on the catered food, everyone was totally relaxed and
completely in a party mood. They got louder and more raunchy in
their comments as the wine sank lower in the bottles. They got up
and danced wildly around the room whenever any of their favorite
songs played, and then collapsed breathlessly on the couch and
complained about not being able to dance like they used
to.
    In spite of the rough start to her
night, Chelsey found herself relaxing and having more fun than she
could remember having since she’d been a kid. Ruefully, she
admitted part of it was undoubtedly the wine, but she thought she
would’ve felt like she was in the midst of a wild college sorority
party even without the wine as uninhibited as everyone was
behaving. Of course, the wild college boys were conspicuous by
their absence, but the stallions prancing across the big screen
like randy satyrs gave the party the right ‘atmosphere’.
    They’d graduated from the wine to
mixed drinks when Marla announced it was time for the ‘special’
entertainment she’d lined up for them. Everyone began to whoop and
clap enthusiastically. Chelsey had no idea what the entertainment
was, but she laughed and joined the others clamoring for the
show.
    Marla and Cynthia pushed the large
coffee table with the remains of their refreshments out of the way
and then Marla headed over to the light switch to dim the lights
while Cynthia turned the TV off and changed the music on the
stereo. Barb moved to the floor lamps around the room and switched
them on, adjusting the lights until they focused on a single spot
in the center of the great room.
    The women ranged along the couch began
to clap in sync, chanting, “Diablo! Diablo!”
    Laughing, Chelsey clapped and chanted
with them without having the first clue of what they were chanting
about.
    Barb, Marla, and Cynthia scurried to
the couch and flopped on to the cushions just as the music Cynthia
had put on to play started. The door that led down the hall to the
bedrooms opened dramatically and smoke billowed out of
it.
    Chelsey gasped in momentary alarm as
the smoke poured from the hall. A dark figure seemed to flow
outward with the smoke, emerging from the shadows created by the
lighting almost like a dark shadow among the others. The masked
figure swept to the center of the spotlight, flipped his cloak back
to reveal a bright white dress shirt and black dress pants, and
began to gyrate in time to the music.
    Chelsey sucked in a breath of surprise
as he flipped the cloak off and twirled it around himself as he
danced, almost like a matador. Around her, the other women began to
squeal with delight and bounce up and down on the couch, calling
out lewd praise and invitations as he tossed the cloak aside and
whipped the mask off, tossing it as he had the cape. A flicker of
recognition swept through Chelsey, but before she could pursue the
errant memory, he grasped his shirt, ‘tearing’ it off so that all
that was