Katherine was a woman of many talents, and apparently she was impervious to hangovers.
John, meanwhile, was fighting through a headache and nausea all morning, sifting through a pile of VHS tapes that he needed to label.
What helped him get through it was thinking about the racey discussion the day before at Gutter Balls Sports Bar.
Kat came into his office and was as bubbly as ever.
"Gonna be a gorgeous day, honey," she said, her figure once again stunning, her legs hugged tightly in a pair of beige slacks.
She bent over and picked up a discarded VHS tape. John couldn't help but check out her perfectly-rounded butt.
"So...," she began.
John wondered if she would allude to the frank chatter at Gutter Balls.
"Sweetie, I hope we didn't offend you yesterday," she said, then pausing. "With all of that drinking..."
"Oh, uh - "
"We usually don't pound shots like that," she laughed. "But it was a special occasion..."
"No, no worries. I haven't drank like that since college but, hey, it was good times," he replied.
"And the other thing I wanted to mention," she said, not even breaking stride. "We didn't mean to keep you so late. You were the only one who had to be here early this morning so I do apologize for that."
"No, not at all. I had a big coffee this morning so I'm good," he answered.
He was being polite. John was nursing a massive hangover but took it like a man.
"Other than that..." she said, trailing off, about to head out to the kitchen for other tasks.
Funny. She didn't even mention the topic of discussion that still stood out the most, at least to John. Apparently breaking the news about Abraham's monster penis was not that big of a deal. John found that even hotter in a way, that the women were so nonchalant about it.
But John felt he needed to bring it up.
"Um...about Abraham," John began.
Kat stared at him blankly for a second.
Then she got it.
"Oh my God, John," she said, taking a seat in the swivel chair closest to him. "Thank you for bringing that up. Hon, I wanted to get your input on that actually.
"Abraham has..."
She didn't know exactly how to put it so she just pushed forward.
"A fetish," she said, slapping her leg. "And it's a unique fetish.
"John, lemme ask you. Have you ever heard of the term, CFNM?"
John's head was spinning now. Okay, somebody was playing a practical joke on him, right?
"Uh...actually I have," he had to admit.
Her mouth dropped open. He went on.
"It stands for clothed female naked male," he dutifully reported.
She gasped.
"How did you know that?" she teased him, playfully slapping him on the right knee.
"I, uh, I'm a man about town, you know," he kidded.
She laughed.
"But lemme ask you, John. Because I wanted to gauge just how unique - or popular - a fetish it is. Would YOU be turned on, by the premise of going to an event, where the men were completely nude and the women were fully clothed?"
He stared off into the distance, giving it thought. He already knew the answer but didn't want to appear too eager.
"No female nudity whatsoever," she stressed. "But YOU get to be nude, in front of a whole lot of women..."
"Um...yeah, that actually kinda sounds fun," he casually admitted.
"Yeah?" she lightly replied. "Because (laugh)...it is Abraham's DREAM. He has revealed that to us many times."
Yeah, that's not all he's revealed.
"Hon, Abraham is so open about everything, which is one of the many, many reasons we love him dearly," she said. "He told us, that, he would LOVE, to have a CFNM-style - that's CFNM, hon, the acronym we mentioned earlier - a CFNM-style Olympics."
Jesus, Kat, you're killing me, John thought. And Abraham, you're my hero, he had to admit...
"Wow," he answered. "That's crazy."
"Right?!" she gushed, taking that he meant crazy as in 'wow, what a great idea.' "Now I think that would be something to see, and even record!"
Only fitting since they were sitting in an office filled with recording material.
"But, hon, do you think it would sell?" she posed.
Now she was even talking about selling CFNM? Wow, this women thinks fast.
"Uh..."
"I mean, do you think there are a lot other men who would be turned on...by the unfairness? By the imbalance?" she so casually asked. "Because Abraham admitted...that's what he finds so appealing..."
John didn't know what to say. His hangover was quickly lifting though.
"I think...there are a lot of men who would be turned on by...being put in that type of position...being put on display," he offered.
She smiled and nodded.
"I'm with ya," she said, meaning she could see that to be the truth, but also meaning, John felt, that she would LIKE to be the one putting the guys in that position.
