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She watched as
the man with the twenty-six on his front approach a woman
wearing
a tight
red dress. She was a very full
figured woman. Not a twenty-six Emily didn’t think, but larger than her
own
size eighteen. W
ell sometimes twenty
depending on the brand.

The woman
was gorgeous. And she didn’t need to lose any weight to look that way.
The woman’s friend
appeared to be a size ten or twelve.
A woman Emily would have considered skinny, but whom society
still
labeled
as
overweight. When the man approached, the smaller woman smiled at
her
friend and left
the table. She didn’t go far, casually circling back around so she was facing her friend but the man’s back was turned toward her.

Emily saw her laugh and give her friend a thumb’s up before moving completely away. She realized why when the man turned slightly and the number on his back came into view. Twelve.

Wow.

Jennifer
and Deb
were in a discussion concerning bleached blonde men and
the color of their pubic hair and s
he took the opportunity to liberate one more flamingo.

“So what if they lie?”

T
hat got their attention. Jennifer
cleared her throat before she spoke. “I don’t believe they fill out an application, Emily. But I’m sure they wouldn’t
lie
about something that important
.”

All the women
around the table snorted and waded up t
heir napkins to throw at Jennifer
’s head
. “What? Why would they lie? That’s a very discoverable lie.”


No, not
that
.”

“Well, the women can’t very well lie either,” Sara stated. Her tone held a hint of disgust that Emily had heard most of her life. And usually from skinny little bitches like Sara.

Yup, she really liked those pink flamingos.

“The women don’t have to tell their dress size, Sara. This club is for the
women
, not the men.”

“But what if they lie?” Again she asked the question.

Jennifer eyed
her with
concern. “I
don’t understand honey, who’s
lying
about what?”

“The men, what if they’re
lying
about what size woman they want to be with? This could all be a great b
ig prank. G
et the fat girl alone and then make fun of her.”

“Alright, that is
definitely
enough for you.”

Emily wanted to retract the words as soon as they left her mouth, but she couldn’t.
She saw the malicious
gleam that entered Sara’s eyes and groaned.
She had just
inadvertently
revealed one of the most embarras
s
ing experiences of her life. That
prank had almost happened to her at h
er junior prom. A boy had asked her out and she had been all excited, studying dress
patterns
– fifteen years ago there were no plus sized prom dresses available unless you paid an arm and a leg for an extra half yard of sequins and
satin
– and waiting for that magical night.
Luckily
the boy hadn’t been
the star quarter
back and the
night hadn’t
turn
ed
into a lesson-to-be-
learned Disney movie. But it had hurt when he’d kissed her and tried to
grope
her breasts. Whe
n she had protested, he’d told
he
r
she
was lucky he’
d even asked her out, her being such a heifer and all.

Of course that had added
tremendously
to her self-esteem issues.

Before anyone could answer her, a man came up to Sara and asked her to dance. He was a great looking man and the front number said zero. Emily was sure that was just to flatter the women he tried to pickup, since Sara was
definitely
not a size zero. Seeing the eye rolls of the other women, she knew she was right. His back number said ten and she hoped h
e had lied about that number
as well.

Sara didn’t deserve a ten.

* * * * * *

Eric didn’t know why the hell he’d let hi
s brother drag him to a club. Club hopping usually wasn’t his style. The last time he’d
hooked up with a hot number, but it had
only
been a one-night s
tand. A true wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am
since they had both been three sheets to the wind. Not one of his finer moments.

But it had been over a year since he’d hooked
up with someone. H
is last break
up had made him
reexamine
his life. The woman had been
professional, smart, beautiful
and
pencil thin with breast enhancements
the size of grapefruits
. He’d woken up one day and
realized
he was dating Professional Barbie.
Not what he wanted at all.

It took a moment for his eyes to adjust
when they entered. The deep bass
of the music sounded like a giant heartbeat,
pulsating
with life. Maybe this was w
hat he needed. A
pretty brunette. Or a blonde. Or a redhead.

“Damn.”

He cursed when the
hostess handed him two white
place cards
and a black sharpie. He’d forgotten the “theme” of the club. It was a Mandingo Club. A place where women
came looking for men with extra-
long
assets
.

Big dicks in other words.

Even though anyone was welcome, the underlying excitement for
the women
was that most of the men there
were very, very well endowed.

He wasn’t complaining
,
he liked the idea, even appreciated it. He’d learned early
on
that even though most women
fantasized
about maki
ng love with a man with a
big,
thick
cock, when it came right down to it
, sometimes the size of the one-
eyed snake
coming at them scared the
shit out of ‘em. In
his teens, he’d actually had
a
girl cry when he’d
whipped it out in the backseat of his daddy’s car. Since then h
e’d learned
not to reveal himself too soon
and
how to make the
experience
pleasurable for himself and his partner
, but it took tr
ust which meant a relationship.

He sighed.
This was not a good idea.

“What’s wrong, bro? Thinking about Cindy?”

“No. Yes. I don’t know.” They took a seat at the bar. His
brother raised his hand and flipped
the index and middle fin
ger of his right hand, indicating
they wanted two whisky shots, straight up.

“I forgo
t.” He motioned to
the white cards.

“Man
, how could you forget? This is the best place. Ever.”

Eric smiled at this brother’s
enthusiasm
. He was only two years older
but seemed so much more carefree than Eric ever had.

The whisky came and both
men lifted their glasses, clanked
them togeth
er and downed the amber liquid. Eric tapped the bar top and the bartender refilled them before moving on to another customer.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you drink yourself under the table tonight. Maybe you can remember the experience this time. There’s nothing like a woman who appreciates size. Cause let me tell you, size does matter.”

He picked up his own sharpie and wrote the length of his penis in big, bold numbers. Ten.
H
e didn’t round up.

Eric
knew his brother’s dick was almost eleven inches, but it wasn’t in their nature to brag. They’d come from a long line of men who had d
amn good…u
h, genes
. In fact, Josh
was probably the smallest of their generation. Yeah, when the male
cousins
where younger, they
’d
compared, they’d measured, then
told stories about their dad
’s dicks along the lines of
my dad’s bigger than yours
. Referring to their cock sizes of course.

When it came time to have sex
, it had helped to have older males to go to with questions and concerns. And his dad. His dad had been cool about it, telling him in plain, understandable terms what he had to do to make the act of sex pleasurable for himself and his partner. The fifteen year old Eric had pretended not to listen, but had absorbed every word as any fifteen year old would when learning something new about the most ‘forbidden’ of subjects.

I
t had freaked
out the seventeen year old Eric
when he
’d
put two and two together and realized all the things his dad had told him about, his dad had done to his mother.

He reached for his drink. So not the image he needed tonight trying to pick up a woman.

Josh grabbed one of Eric’s
cards and wrote twelve in even bigger letters than his proud ten.

“Josh,” Eric growled. “That’s not right.”

“Oh, come on big brother. We both knew it’s just a matter of
centimeters
.”

“Then change yours too.”

“Boys, boys, boys. Let’s not argue.” The hostess
stood behind them no doubt hop
ing she’d have to
refer
ee
a measuring contest. Eric wondered if they did tha
t, veri
fy the truth so to speak?

She stood on tiptoes to see over their shoulders to read the cards. “Well, now, I don’t think you boys have to worry about anything. I’m sure you’ll be very popular.” She licked her uppe
r lip
, eyeing Josh like a lion
would a baby gazelle. “But if you don’t see anything you like, just le
t me know.
Either of you.”

She walked away, her firm
ass swishin
g under a tight black leather skirt.

Eric
laughed. “Well, I guess you have a sure thing tonight.”

Even though he might have the bigger dick, he had
to admit Josh was always the
bigger hit with the ladies.

“Do the other one.” His brother wrot
e a ten on his remaining card.

Eric fro
wned. “Where does that
one go?”

He knew they wore one on their backs. They managers were smart, they didn’t want the size to matter too much. If you saw someone you liked coming at you, you were more apt to stop and chat and maybe strike up a conversation. That’s why most men, no matter what the size of the
ir penis,
could t
ake home a woman most any night if they were charming and sincere.

“On the front.”
Josh
peeled of
f
the sticky back adhesive and slapped the card on his left pec.

When Eric
wrote a twelve on his
other card, his brother
frowned. “What
’s
with that?”

“You wanted me to round it up. I can’t very well have two differen
t numbers can I?” He slapped the twelve card
on his chest and moved to put
Josh’s
ten
card
on
his back
for him
.

Josh reached over to grab a blank card from a stack on the bar.

That one wasn’t for you. That

s for her.”

Eric started to stand. “You are making absolutely no sense. Let
’s go. I don’t have all night.”

Suddenly
he wanted to get laid. And laid fast.

His brother grabbed his arm. “They’ve added a little something extra. You need to put the size of your woman on the front.”

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