The servant motioned off to one side as Leslie looked down to Kay once more. The redhead was shaking her head and mouthing an emphatic "NO!"

"I'm sorry. I'm afraid…" Leslie was turning back to where the oily little man had been, only to have her vision blocked by a pair of incredibly muscled male legs.

A thick lump of full crotch staring her in the face.

"Perhaps slave Evan would be acceptable as a trade," the servant offered.

The words were hardly registering to her as Leslie looked the legs, err, man over. It was as if someone had mixed the blonde haired, tanned beauty of a California surfer with a professional body builder. There were rippling muscles all over him, but the one that most caught her attention was at his crotch.

The only garment worn by this slave stud was a tiny black G-string. So small it was hardly up to the task of holding in all the man was hiding. The lump already looked like it would be a two-hander to control, and he was far from being at full erection.

And already the G-string seeming ready to burst apart at any second!

"Well I…" Leslie's voice trailed off as she was hypnotized by the cock before her. She was about ready to start salivating.

Kay wanted to bitch loudly, reminding Leslie about their agreement, but the sight of the stud's heavy male equipment had her tongue hanging out further then her partner's was.

"I think we've got a deal," Leslie confirmed between heavy breaths.

"Hey! Wait a minute!" Kay finally complained as the tuxedoed servant pulled her to her feet.

"Don't pay any attention to her," Leslie said as the man tugged the screaming Kay towards a small stage set up in the middle of the room. "She always gets loud. That, and she tries to pretend she doesn't like what she's getting. But she loves it."

Leslie's eyes had never once strayed away from Evan's thick cock bulge.