A little snag.

The three of us enter a side room of the lobby through an employee back-doorway, with sexy Ahab coming up last. All seems fine until the antechamber door snags his towel. Hard. The impossibly attractive man is stopped dead in his tracks twenty feet from the finish line, and nearly crashes into the ground from his sprints sudden cessation.

"Noooo! Not now!" He cries as he tries to pry open the wooden door trapping his excuse for clothing; after some impressive—yet futile—attempts to crack the locked portal open fall through, Ahab says, "I can't go out there naked!"

He switches gears to yanking on the towel itself, but doesn't get much traction against the door. As the imperiled hottie struggles to excise his only modesty from the door-jam, Natalie and I jump in to help get Ahab unstuck. We grip the hunk's white modesty-cloth near where his own rugged hands rest on it, and brace to give it a mighty pull; the blonde managers colossal flexing biceps inform me that she'll be responsible for the majority of the pulling ****, but it's the thought that counts, right?

I inhale, and flex my own guns; Ahab gives me a grateful smile, which I gladly return as I begin my count.

"One…"

"Two… "

"Three!!"

*SHHRIIIP*— The towel is ripped in half, out of the door jam, and clean off of his taut body; he falls to the floor dressed in only his skin.

As the sexiest man I know lies naked on the antechamber floor, Natalie and I find ourselves staring straight at the giant, beautiful, erogenous zone dangling between his toned legs; it's an amazing cock, and I have to pinch myself to break my daze, while the muscular blondie is stuck, blushing sanguine and hyperventilating at the titillating sight of her crush's generously-sized penis.

Ahab yelps when he catches us staring, and quickly gets back to his feet, then—flushed a deep crimson—secures the wrap at his waist, thinking he's ended the show.

His once modest towel is now less than half its previous size and… well, let's just say it's very immodest now; there's only enough fabric to encircle Ahab's hips one single time, and it comes far less than halfway down his perfect thighs—rather than to his knees—furthermore, his juicy cock's outline is clearly visible because of how much thinner his cover had just become.

This outfit is one of the hottest things I've ever seen in my life, and I can't help but ogle Ahab's abs, pecs, and the bulge in his undersized towel.

"Ming Zhao! Stop looking!!" Ahab begs, in hysterics; he honestly looks like he's going to keel over from sheer embarrassment.

"Sorry!— didn't mean to stare so obviously." While I blush inwards at my ridiculous 'apology', I grab the massive arm of the hyperventilating Amazonian and turn her away from her super-sexy subordinate; I walk with her to the threshold leading to the main lobby and peer out, to see what my friends will have to deal with.

What?! There are way more women here than seems reasonable, or even possible— aren't we only 50% of the population? Out of sixty-or-so people, there are at least fifty ladies bustling about in this lobby… but I guess that's just typical for poor Ahab.

Natalie swallows hard as she shuffles into the foyer wearing only her blue bikini; her pretty countenance contorts with embarrassment and horror when an attractive man pantomimes groping her, but she manages to remain conscious as she looks back into the antechamber to say, "W-well, Ahab, it's um, uh, time to get back to w-work."

Despite his near-nudity, Ahab somehow steels himself enough to come out with us to the lobby— where a couple dozen women turn their attention to the practically naked man. They smile in delight; he blushes mortification.