THE PRODUCER PART 4

THE PRODUCER PART 4

"Other than that," she said, trailing off, about to head out to the kitchen for other tasks.

Funny. She didn't even mention the topic of discussion that still stood out the most, at least to John. Apparently breaking the news about Abraham's monster dick was not that big of a deal. John found that even hotter in a way, that the women were so nonchalant about it.

But John felt he needed to bring it up.

"Um...about Abraham," John began.

Kat stared at him blankly for a second.

Then she got it.

"Oh my God, John," she said, taking a seat in the swivel chair closest to him. "Thank you for bringing that up. Hon, I wanted to get your input on that actually!

"Abraham has."

She didn't know exactly how to put it, so she just pushed forward.

"A fetish," she said, slapping her leg. "And it's a unique fetish.

"John, let me ask you. Have you ever heard of the term, CFNM?"

John's head was spinning now. Okay, somebody was playing a practical joke on him, right?

"Uh actually I have," he had to admit.

Her mouth dropped open. He went on.

"It stands for clothed female naked male," he dutifully reported.

She gasped.

"How did you know that?" she teased him, playfully slapping him on the right knee.

"I, uh, I'm a man about town, you know," he kidded.

She laughed.

"But let me ask you this, John. Because I wanted to gauge just how unique - or popular - a fetish it is. Would YOU be turned on, by the premise of going to an event, where the men were completely nude, and the women were fully clothed?"

He stared off into the distance, giving it thought. He already knew the answer but didn't want to appear too eager.

"No female nudity whatsoever," she stressed. "But YOU get to be nude, in front of a whole lot of women..."

"Um yeah, that actually it sounds fun," he casually admitted.

"Yeah?" she lightly replied. "Because laughing it is Abraham's DREAM. He has revealed that to us many times."

Yeah, that's not all he's revealed.

"Hon, Abraham is so open about everything, which is one of the many, many reasons we love him dearly," she said. "He told us, that, he would LOVE, to have a CFNM-style - that's CFNM, hon, the acronym we mentioned earlier - a CFNM-style Olympics."

Jesus, Kat, you're killing me, John thought. And Abraham, you're my hero, he had to admit..

"Wow," he answered. "That's crazy."

"Right?!" she gushed, taking that he meant crazy as in 'wow, what a great idea.' "Now I think that would be something to see, and even record!"

Only fitting since they were sitting in an office filled with recording material.

"But, hon, do you think it would sell?" she posed.

Now she was even talking about selling CFNM? Wow, this, women think’s fast.

"Uh."

"I mean, do you think there are a lot, other men who would be turned on by the unfairness? By the imbalance?" she so casually asked. "Because Abraham admitted...that's what he finds so appealing."

John didn't know what to say. His hangover was quickly lifting though.

"I think there are a lot of men who would be turned on by being put in that type of position being put on display," he offered.

She smiled and nodded.

"I'm with you," she said, meaning she could see that to be the truth, but also meaning, John felt, that she would LIKE to be the one putting the guys in that position.

"I know Abraham would like to be put on display he told us" she laughed.

"And for good reason it sounds like," John replied.

She laughed.

"John," she leaned in, "did you hear enough about the size of Abraham's dick?

"I wanted to make sure you heard enough about it yesterday," she kidded him sarcastically, alluding to the fact he was blindsided with a 20-minute or so discussion about it at the bar the day before. "Those fellas will yap about it for days."

"It sounds pretty extraordinary," he had to admit.

She rolled her eyes as if to say, you could say that again.

Then she gave into belly-aching laughter.

Just like that.

Imagining Abraham's whopping dick caused her to do so.

"John, it's I think he should seek some notoriety, I really do," she laughed. "Goodness I don't even know how to describe it."

But she felt the need to.

"Flaccid, you know? Soft?" she began, then again leaning in, her voice reduced to a whisper as she felt the need to be discreet. "It must hang about two thirds of the way down to his knees."

Hearing Kat describe Abraham's outsized member was almost too much for poor John.

And she did so with a certain sense of objectivity, mixed in with humor and amazement.

"I've never seen anything like it," she gushed, as if describing a unique local landmark.

"Put that on the cover of the CFNM vid and damn right it'll sell," John raved.

To be continued