Sperm falls, wriggling, like rain,To form oases in my brain, and I drink deeply, uncertainJust when the sky may ejaculate again, though clouds seed th...mselves,Seemingly magically, raining semen down on me in torrents,Without thunder or lightning, just the heat and light bornOf your masculine, virile, potent balls and brain.Men are strong; men are bold; men have cocks I can holdIn my mouth, my hand, my ass, and my brain;Some ladies (and ladyboys, too) fear them, for their armsAre huge; a man can. "I was wrong about you. You seem to know how to stir women up. I've never heard so much interest in a man. Why, practically every lounge I sit in when I'm off-duty has some set of women talking about you dancing with them and making them feel sweet on you. What kind of cologne do you wear? Apparently, they have looked in the ship's store and can't find the same scent." Can we talk about something else," I said, walking again.Surprisingly, he sensed my frustration and went silent."What a rumor. A few minutes after 4 on Friday afternoon the three buddies had settled into their selected observation site. Parked at the edge of the local mall's large parking lot the three men had a perfect vantage site to observe women entering and leaving an up-scale women's health and fitness club that was situated on the outer edge of the parking lot.The plan was simple; they would choose a target who was alone and, when she left the health club, Kyle would drive the RV along side her (blocking her. “You know, that’s why I need to tell you about my program. See, I need a new kind of worker here. You do my job when I need you to, and for the rest of the time, you’re free to dance whenever you want. Maybe I’ll host little events, and my employees can come watch you…others can, too. You live in my mansion, and you can have whatever you want that money can buy.” Alice’s brow furrowed. “W-what about school?” “To hell with it! You only went because you couldn’t be a dancer, right? If you agree.