"Oh God, Devon, please don't show Tony those. I was drunk. I barely remember the evening anyway. And I know that I didn't get up to anything desperately awful."
"I don't know whether Tony would see it like that," Devon replied. "Give me a good reason why I shouldn't show Tony on his stag night. It might make the evening go with a bang."
"Devon, please, I'm begging you. I'd do anything."
"Anything?"
Katy considered the question. It was important that she got hold of those photos. She didn't know how Tony would react but couldn't take the risk. "Within reason," she replied.
"Well, here's the deal. Looking at this photo, it appears that one of the charming young men surrounding you has a hard-on. If you are able to give me an erection, I'll give you the photo and no-one need ever know." Devon gave Katy a wicked grin. "But I warn you, I might take some pleasing."
"I can't do that, Devon."
"You appeared to do that on your hen-night," he taunted. "But, to put your mind at rest, once I'm hard, I will leave - that is assuming you want me to. You won't need to go any further than you want."
Katy considered her options. This was sexual harrassment, but she figured that it might be the best choice of a poor set of choices. "Okay," she said. "Two, questions though. Firstly, do I have to touch you?"
"You might find it quicker that way - but no. If you think you can turn me on without touch, then you win the bargain. Next?"
"How will I know if I'm successful?"
Devon stood up, and peeled off his shirt. Katy took in his sculpted torso, which could have been done in black marble by a Renaissance master. His pectorals jutted over a six pack, and his nipples were a dusky, lighter brown. He removed his shoes, socks, and then slowly, teasingly, undid his belt. As his fingers reached for his buttons, Katy licked her lips. She counted each button being undone, knowing that Devon was staring at her. He rolled down his trousers, revealing tight white briefs. The outline of his penis was obvious, and he was hung. Devon turned his back and walked over to the armchair. His buns were taut and beautiful, and his muscles rippled gently in his back. He turned again and sat down. "If I didn't know any better," he said, "I'd think you wanted me to take it all off. But I think this will do. Over to you, Katy girl." |