THE PRODUCER CH 3 part 2

THE PRODUCER CH 3 part 2  

"His schlong?" she asked gently.  
 
"Yes!" John declared.  
 
"Hey, what's all the fuss about over here?" Mary Ellen asked, smoothly gliding over to them.  
 
"Abraham's anatomical gift," Kat smiled.  
 
"Oh, his gigantic dick?" Mary Ellen asked flatly.  
 
Kat chuckled, and John followed suit.  
 
"Wait. You've seen it already, haven't you? Didn't he show you? At the bowling alley?" Mary Ellen prodded.  
 
"He did, but..."  
 
"It's still kind of jarring," Kat remarked, with a wonderful smile, speaking for John.  
 
Paige heard what the others were chatting about and had to offer her take.  
 
"When he came jogging out, did you see it like FLOPPING from one leg to the other?" she described.  
 
"Oh, God," Kat laughed.  
 
"Hey, speaking of Abraham, why the heck do you still have your clothes on?" Sue criticized.  
 
"She has a point, John," Kat quickly jumped in.  
 
John couldn't argue. He was greatly outnumbered.  
 
He already started to disrobe.  
 
"Take your fuckin' clothes off," Sue laughed.  
 
Kat smiled as John obediently and rapidly removed every, last garment.  
 
Barbara arrived a little late but other than that, was as professional as ever.  
 
Much of the shoot was a repeat of the other day, intermingling the gals with John, and now Abraham as well.  
 
Talk was casual, anything from the weather to how long the homily went on that day in church.  
 
"Okay, now let's go girl, boy, girl, boy, girl," Barb said easily, informing her subjects to line up in that order, standing shoulder to shoulder and facing her.  
 
"To play up the contrast?" Kat asked innocently, just wanting to clarify the reason for this, particular shot.  
 
"Mm-mmm," Barbara answered. "The beauty is in the simplicity...just letting people know what's in store if they attend your event..."  
 
"Oh, absolutely," Kat answered.  
 
After several clicks of her camera, Barb switched it up a bit and took shots of John and Abraham posed individually with or two of the Fairbox sisters.  
 
After a few rolls of film, Barb moved onto other ideas. She smiled, realizing it was time to include the inevitable pose.  
 
Not incorporating Abraham's freakish size into at least one of the shots would be a total waste of a tremendous natural resource. Like the state of Vermont suddenly deciding to not tap its sugar maples.  
 
"Mary Ellen and actually all three of you...I want you stand around Abraham," Barbara began, nudging all three of them over and helping to arrange them. "I want you to look down at his dick, and kind of pretend to be in awe of its size..."  
 
"What do you mean 'pretend?'" feigned Paige.  
 
They did just that, and they didn't have to try too hard to be "in awe."  
 
The girls came up with creative poses, anything from pointing to Abraham's monster penis while covering their mouth, to Sue putting both hands on her head, dumbstruck by the enormous trouser snake dangling before her.  
 
"Great, great," gushed Barbara, the camera clicking away once again.  
 
All, of the girls - and Abraham - were having a great time. John too enjoyed the jovial, fun-spirited atmosphere.  
 
"Barbara, I have to ask," Kat said, walking in closer. "With all of your dealings with adult films and photo shoots and what have you - have you ever seen one as big as Abraham's?"  
 
"I can't say I have," Barbara said, not hesitating very long.  
 
"Unless," she added, "you count the donkey we used in a wild fraternity video we did once."  
 
"Oh-ho, God," Kat laughed.  
 
"But I have to say, you might have even given him a run for his money," Barbara said.  
 
"Should we keep posing?" Mary Ellen asked.  
 
"No, you're good," Barbara answered, already beginning to pack up her things. "We are good to go..."  
 
"How big are you, Abraham?" Barbara asked easily, expecting him to quickly rattle off the measurement.  
 
Instead, though, he hesitated with a smirk.  
 
"He won't tell us," Kat said, dejected. "You have no idea (laugh) how many times we've asked him, but..."  
 
"He thinks putting a number on it will diminish the legend," Sue interjected.  
 
Barbara scoffed at that thought process.  
 
"Honey, putting a number on THAT will only increase the legend," she laughed.  
 
They all had a good chuckle, Abraham pouring gasoline on the fire by swiveling his hips and making his pendulous organ sway east to west.  
 
"Sheesh, I'd have to say you look nine maybe even 10 - SOFT,"  
 
Barbara remarked, Abraham's greatness demanding such pondering.  
 
"That would be my guess," Kat laughed.  
 
"Should we have him get hard?" Sue inquired, herself curious to see Abraham at full extension.  
 
To be continued