The Fall

I could touch them without using my hands and bring them to instant arousal with one trace of my tongue across my lips. By simply popping open the buttons on my blazer and dress shirt, exposing the chiseled perfection beneath my clothes, I could bring a crowd of women who didn't even know my government name to screams, rendering them helpless against my masculine wilds, throwing all their extra cash at my feet, or rushing the stage to stuff it in my slacks. And that was all well and good. I...