Franky stared at me blankly for a moment. After a few seconds of silence, he looked around the bar and then met my gaze. “You’ve seen it?”

“It was kind of an accident. But yeah, I did.”

He glanced at Eric.

Eric rolled his shoulders, cocked his head slightly, and then raised his eyebrows. “Fucker fell out the bottom of my shorts.”

Franky looked at Eric, blinked a few times, and then shook his head. “Just fell out?”

“Uh huh.”

“Like dropping a tomato on the way to the shopping cart?” Franky chuckled. “It just fell out?”

Eric shrugged one shoulder. “Yeah, kind of. It happens all the time.”

Franky lifted his chin and peered over the bar. “Get it out. I want to see it.”

“Now?” He glanced over each shoulder. “Right here in the bar?”

“We’ll, I’m not going to go out in the alley and look at your cock. Just whip the fucker out.”

“Man, I don’t know. Seems kind of weird getting it out in the bar and showing it to you.”

Franky scanned the bar. “Act like you’ve never whipped it out in a bar.” He cleared his throat. “If I was a girl, you’d yank it out, wouldn’t you?”

“Probably.”

“Probably? Bullshit. You’d break your wrist trying to get it out.” He stepped to the side and peered over Eric’s shoulder. “Karen! Come here for a minute.”

I turned around. A lanky brunette with bedroom eyes, a beach tan, and jean shorts stood up. The denim hugged the bottom of her butt cheeks in a gravity-defying manner. With her eyes fixed on Franky, she sashayed toward us in a few long strides.

She stepped beside me and leaned over the bar. “What’s up?”

“See this guy?” He nodded toward Eric.

She looked at Eric, grinned, and then looked at Franky. “Yeah.”

“What would you say if I told you he had a dick as big around as your wrist and longer than your forearm?”

She raised her right arm, looked it over, and then clamped the fingers of her left hand around her wrist.

She looked at me. Her mouth twisted into a smirk.

I wagged my eyebrows.

“I’d say bullshit.” She shifted her eyes from Franky to Eric. “No offense, but Greg Bastion has a dick not near the size of my wrist and it’s eight inches long. Biggest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

Eric looked at her arm and chuckled.

She shook her head in disbelief. “Everyone says they’ve got an eight incher, but none of them do. The eight-inch crew is always whipping out a fiver.” She looked at Eric. “Again, no offense.”

“Tell her what you told me.” Franky said.

Eric looked up. “Thirteen.”

She blinked a few times. “Thirteen what?”

“Inches.”

She chuckled. “Maybe from your asshole.”

“Karen’s an expert,” Franky said. “She’s was married five times before she decided she liked having sex too much to stay married to one man.”

“I’m an expert because I call bullshit when I hear it.” She looked at Eric. “Get it out, big boy.”

Karen was beautiful and far from timid. So far, I liked her.

Eric glanced over each shoulder, and then pushed his barstool away from the bar. After standing, he lifted his right leg, shook it, and then looked at her and grinned.

“You just going to stand there with that smile on your pretty face, or are you going to show me what my favorite bartender is bragging about?”

Eric glanced at his crotch.

I did the same.

Jesus.

Six inches of cock hung out the bottom of his shorts.

He twisted his hips toward Karen. When he did, his cock followed. It swung from side to side until it finally came to a rest, hanging there like a heavy weight.

Karen looked down. “Holy fucking shit,” she gasped. She covered her mouth with her hands and bent at the waist slightly. After staring for a few seconds, she looked at me. I gave her a slow raise of my eyebrows and smiled.

Her eyes met Franky’s. She just stood and stared with her mouth slightly open. It seemed she wanted an explanation. Maybe simply seeing it was the confirmation she hoped for, and she was speechless. Either way, she stood with her lips parted and simply stared.

“You were the first person I thought of,” Franky said. “Have you met Lou?”

She shook her head then extended her hand toward Eric.

“No,” Franky said. “That’s Eric. Karen meet Eric. Eric, Karen.”

They shook hands.

“The girl.” Franky nodded his head toward me. “Is Lou.”

Karen turned toward me and grinned. “Nice to meet you, Lou.”

“Lou lives down the street in the house they film reality shows in. She’s doing a Bachelorette type thing there now, where she’s supposed to be dating six guys in twelve weeks. The problem is she’s not interested in them.”

“Oh.” She looked at Eric.

“I was thinking,” Franky said. “Maybe you would be Interested, that is. At least in this one, anyway.”

Her eyes lowered to Eric’s crotch. I didn’t realize he was still standing. After an eyeful of his dick, she looked at Franky.

“What? You’re his pimp?”

Franky sighed. “Lou’s interested in me. I’m interested in Lou. Eric wants to get laid. You can’t stay married to one man because your promiscuous. It’s simple mathematics, Karen. You’re the first person I thought of. Are you interested?”

“Interested?” She glanced at Eric’s cock again and then turned to face Franky. “Be a dear and get my tab, would you?”