Kat let out a resigned sigh as she saw the look on her best friend's face.  She had witnessed many times before how that tilted half-smile melted away the hearts and minds of men.  She had to admit, it had a similar effect on her too.  It was obvious they were not leaving anytime soon.  The look of friendliness on Marci's face, however, helped to calm her slightly.<br/><br/>Facing her friend, and the shelf that held the fist from before, Kat heard the man speak again from close behind her.  She could tell from his voice that he was older than them.  His speech held a laid back confidence, something she did not find unattractive, at least under normal circumstances.  Kat was surprised to feel him brush just past her, a light physical touch as his fit body stepped between her and Marci.<br/><br/>When he turned to her wielding a large fake black dick, Kat could feel a deep flush creep up her cheeks once again.  She mouthed silently, "Oh my god!".  She found herself staring at the thing, and quickly looked away, trying to locate where Marci had wandered off to.  The man spoke and Kat's eyes were drawn to his face.  The words "popular" and "black fantasy" especially ringed in her mind as she saw a handsome smirk on his face.  She thought she ought to respond, but stammered on her words, "I...that's...well, I mean....really?"<br/><br/>She finally located Marci, to some relief, just behind the man, clutching something in her hands.  As her friend held it up, Kat couldn't help but read aloud the large print on the front, "The School of Cock.....Marci!"  If the girl had been pink-faced before, she was a deep crimson now.