The music boomed from the sound system, a hard and throbbing beat of some nameless techno dj. The music was downright arousing, a sexual tempo. The club was rather dimly lit, the lighting turned way down. Everything was perfect...except the male to female ratio. Though there were over a hundred people crammed into the club, it seemed that there couldn't have been more than twenty girls, each of them surrounded by men!
No, this certainly wouldn't do; I'd become quite aroused by watching my handiwork outside, and I had a need to fulfill. "I wish I was the only man in the club," I said, and the air itself seemed to waver like a mirage, and the men disappeared before my eyes.
I had been pretty close on my guess; a quick count revealed there had only been 15 women in the club.
They all looked around, concerned, beginning to panic at the sudden disappearance of the men. "I wish the women here wouldn't notice what I just did," I whispered. The panic passed from their faces immediately, and several sauntered over to me, hungry looks on their faces.
But as they closed in on me, and I realized what I was about to do, I found myself wondering if there could really be too much of a good thing. I mean, was I in danger of burning myself out on my fetish? Most certainly, if I was to lay a finger on even one of these women, the condition would find its way to all of them within minutes. Is this really what I wanted?