The Presentation
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During the week after David's shocking medical examination, relations between him and Ashley were strained, to say the least. He was distressed by the knowledge that his attractive, 29-year-old step-aunt had shown up during his physical examination and seen him stark naked! He could no longer meet her gaze, because there was a new, knowing and amused twinkle in her brown eyes, now that she'd laid hands on her nephew's body and masturbated his dick. David felt betrayed by how she had urged Clare to bring him to climax, and she'd even laughed out loud when his former classmate did just that and made him ejaculate! Ashley now knew secrets about him that no aunt, not even a step-aunt, should know.
Aggravating his embarrassment was his anger with Ashley for concealing her knowledge about the Gargarean Group before his interview. Following his physical, he quizzed her about the organization, but his step-aunt continued to say very little. The only new information he had gleaned from her was rather disturbing: her oldest sister, and David's other step-aunt, 32-year-old Aubrey, had been a member of her local chapter of the Gargarean Group for more than ten years. 'Aunt' Aubrey was the person who'd gotten 'Aunt' Ashley interested in the organization, and it was she who'd informed Ashley when Ms. Esme had filed an application to open a branch in town.
"Is Alyssa a member of the Gargareans?" he'd anxiously inquired, worried that his 31-year-old stepmother might be involved, too.
"No, she hasn't joined," Ashley informed him, and then worried her nephew by adding, "but I'm working on her."
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Ms. Esme, a 41-year-old, self-made entrepreneur, hosted a presentation ceremony for three new Gargarean candidates on a Friday evening, almost three weeks to the day after David's initial interview. The 31 attendees, all successful women who were the charter members of their local Gargarean Group, and a few of their guests, began arriving not long before 6 o'clock. The weather was atrocious that night, with pouring rain and gusting winds, and the women were pleased to see two handsome Gargarean valets waiting for them under the port-cochere of their founding member's grand mansion. The men, who were dressed immaculately in formal top hats, white ties, and black tuxedos with tails, were being paid to aid new arrivals in exiting their automobiles, and then afterwards, they parked the guests' vehicles inside the home's multi-car garage.
The average age of the core members, who were all wearing black cocktail dresses on that special night, was around forty years old. All of them were feeling amorous as they entered through the open doorway, their high spirits aided by the doorman who greeted them: Ms. Esme's personal Gargarean, a 32-year-old butler named Edward. They smiled to see him as they paraded past, for Edward was over 6 feet tall and handsome, and his muscular body was barely covered by a pair of black thong underpants and a matching bowtie. The women were in a party mood, and more than one randy hand reached out and teasingly tweaked his sizeable pouch while waiting to be welcomed by his boss, who was greeting people at the foot of the grand staircase in the lobby. Following a casual cocktail hour in the living room, the founding Amazons assembled in Ms. Esme's roomy home theater for the presentation, while their guests enjoyed cocktails and canapΓ©s in the great room.
Precisely at 7 o'clock, the room quieted as the lights darkened and Ms. Esme stepped onto the room's two-foot high stage. A spotlight from the projection room followed her as she walked in front of a large, red velvet curtain and approached a lighted podium equipped with a microphone at stage left. She was wearing an elegant, knee-length black dress with a modest, ruched bodice and no sleeves.
"Good evening, fellow Amazons," she spoke into the microphone, "and thank you for braving the storm to join me tonight. I think you will be glad you came, for we have three handsome and worthy Gargarean candidates to present to you." She paused while the exuberant audience enthusiastically applauded, and then continued, "After the presentation, we will take a vote on each of them, followed by a meet-and-greet in the great room with the newly-elected Gargareans. I know you are all eager to become acquainted with our trio of worthy candidates, so we'll get started immediately. They will be presented in alphabetical order, starting with a young man I know you are going to like: 18-year-old David."
The Amazons loudly applauded while Ms. Esme left the podium and walked across the stage. Behind her, the two burgundy curtains slowly slid apart, revealing a professional-size movie screen mounted on the rear wall. When the hostess reached her seat in the front row, she heard her own amplified voice say, "David, please stand up and remove your clothes."
"Excuse me?" asked the startled young man on the screen, while his viewing audience began to chuckle and to chat as they watched his interview video.
"Please take off your clothes," was Ms. Esme's taped request. "We need to see your body."
The Amazons chuckled to see the young man hesitate. Most Gargarean candidates hesitated when they learned they'd have to undress, and the bashful ones were the most fun to watch. The expectant women sat forward in their seats in eager anticipation of seeing this shy, handsome hunk strip himself naked. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, and an attractive body well-dressed in a neat business suit. The jacket sleeves bulged over his biceps and suggested there were lots of muscles hiding beneath his suit.
On the screen, David sounded disappointed as he said, "I can't have nude pictures of myself circulating on the Internet. My stepmother might see them, or one of her sisters, or their daughters!" His protest was so hilarious that the audience roared and hooted with laughter, drowning out the next few lines of dialogue.
The noise had quieted by the time Ms. Esme told the candidate, "First, we need to see you without your clothes." When he still hesitated, she added, "You can leave your underpants on, if that would make you feel more comfortable."
A lady loudly exclaimed, "They fall for that one every time!"
Lusty laughter followed her remark, and the audience volume increased again. Bawdy comments and anatomical compliments sounded as the young man got naked. There were a few sarcastic boos when he stopped before removing his briefs, but these were replaced by appreciative observations as they checked out the front-side and back-side of his nearly-naked physique. The noise gradually quieted while the women watched Joy and Tracy performing their inspections. The women, curious about David's cock, eyed the promising bulge in his underwear while eagerly anticipating the moment when his full-frontal nudity would be revealed at last.
Tracy was kissing David when Joy joked, "Bombs away!"
The startled man's cock and balls immediately flopped out of his underpants, and the theater echoed with thunderous applause, loud laughter, and shrill wolf-whistles.
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While the women delightedly ogled David's dick in the nearby theater, the unaware candidate anxiously awaited Ashley's return in one of the mansion's many bathrooms. Despite his misgivings, he'd dutifully dressed in the attire they required for the presentation. His complete outfit was a pair of black, low-rise briefs beneath cotton sweatpants with an elastic waist. That was all; no shirt, no shoes, and no socks. His 'sponsor' had refused to tell him anything about what was about to happen, except that she was going to present him to the charter members of their Gargarean Group chapter for their approval.
David worried while he waited, especially when he began to hear muffled peals of laughter and merriment coming from somewhere not too far away. The sound eventually quieted, and moments later, Ashley startled him by knocking loudly on the door and immediately swinging it wide. Although she was his stepmother's sister, he couldn't help admiring her body. She was alluringly attired in a strapless black skater dress with a sweetheart neckline.
"What's going on?" he nervously inquired.
"Ms. Esme was warming up the audience," she replied.