Male Inflation

I pulled my shirt off, dropping it on the bench in the locker room before unzipping my jeans.  Stepping out of them, I messily folded them and placed them on top of my shirt.  Just as I had taken off my underwear, though, I heard a voice from the door say, "bet you never thought you'd be getting paid for this."

I jumped, fumbling for the pile of clothing before holding it against my crotch in an attempt to hold on what modesty I had left. "Shania!"

Shannon strutted down the sidewalk, whistling a jaunty tune as she carried her bags of groceries.  Twirling her keys on one finger she skipped up the steps, entering the dormitory and heading down the hall.  Opening the door to her rooms, she went to step inside only to stop suddenly when she noticed something strange.  Or rather, someone: While the residents of the dorm were no strangers to having men visit, most of them weren't shirtless, and none of them were purple or had horns.

Eric Connors slammed down the phone so hard it almost shattered into pieces, like an ill tempered toddler he banged both his fists down on his dark mahogany executive’s desk. Eric was tall, handsome with blue eyes, blond hair neatly combed and parted to the side and had the body of a typical 50 year old past college football player, a navy suit with a sleek matching tie, big arms, broad shoulders and a slight beer gut. “That Twiddle will be the death of me!” This was the 4th time in 3 years Eric had made an offer to buy Twiddle Confection’s, each time he was turned down.