Jonas tried half-heartedly to hold his trench coat closed as he reached for his ringing phone. The evening breeze seemed determined to begin his evening striptease before he had even learned his assignment and with summer now well on the way, there were plenty of people passing by to expend their disapproval and lust in equal measures. With it being a Friday, Jonas was on call the same way a surgeon or detective might be. It was inevitable the agency would get a call from a gaggle of horny women and when they did, it would be relayed to him. Hence, he was dressed in anticipation – his coat hiding the black lingerie set that held his hormone bloated body.
“We got one, Honey!” A sultry woman addressed him as he answered the call. “They are requesting your speciality.” Jonas grunted a response. He was earning more money than he had ever before – sometimes hitting twenty jobs a week now that his niche had reached peak popularity, and yet every new assignment felt like a stiff kick in his shrunken balls. “You're going to have your hands full,” the woman from the agency explained. “It sounded like a big party and they seemed like they were more than a few beverages in. The good thing is it helped us sell them quite a few extras.”
“Extras?” Jonas gulped. His voice was soft, another side-effect of the treatments the agency were pushing him to use. The wind was getting up again and his now grown-out hair was blowing in his face so he switched the phone his other hand and pressed a stiletto into the gate he had been leaning on. “What extras?”
“Toys mostly.” The woman replied. “A courier is taking them to the venue for you. Most of the usual stuff. A couple of strap-ons – sounds like they want the bride and maid-of-honor to Eiffel Tower you. Seems the Honeymoon will be in Paris. Also, apparently one of the bridesmaids is a real exhibitionist. She wants you to screw her.” Jonas's heart leapt into his throat. “So, we have included a silicone sheath for you. Our physio advised that you are unlikely to be able to maintain an erection with the treatments you are on, so this will be your replacement. You will attach it over your panties and use it just like the real thing – except of course there will no feeling, for you of anyway.” Jonas was silent on the end of the line. “There is one more thing...”
“What?” Jonas said coldly as he felt his last shreds of dignity ebb away.
“They ordered a big finish.” The woman said coolly. “Some of the women wanted one of our other products instead. One of the male ones... He's going to show up a couple of hours after you. Only, well, the girls ask that you stay around for the rest of the party as one of the guests. They were very excited about this part. Sounds like they have some party games in mind – blindfolding the guy and making him guess whose mouth he is in, things like that. Sounds like you are going to have a lot of fun tonight!”
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