A rat lady, a cyborg, and a redhead.

An unseen woman's footsteps echo nearer, and Ahab panics as he realizes he can't hide the erection I so lovingly gave him.

While Natalie remains silent in her agonizingly restrained arousal: I revel in my raging wide-on— I'm so horny right now I can't believe it. With this gorgeous man's body at my mercy, I'm intoxicated on a sexual power-trip, and against my better judgment— I decide to go even farther.

Leaning up to my squirming victim's ear, I whisper, "Forgive me," while massage my hand voraciously across his heaving sex, keeping him rock-hard for the encroaching woman. Ahab moans in exquisite humiliation at my manhandling as she rounds the corner.

And 'she' is one seriously beautiful lady; the kind you'd only find on a runway. The woman has flawless brown skin, a lithe frame, perky B-cups, the posture of a professional ballerina, and more than a dozen wild rats clinging to her elegant dress.

"What the—!?" The rodent-coated supermodel coughs out. Seeing a sexy, naked bellhop, blushing crimson, sporting a gargantuan boner in the middle of a hotel probably wasn't something she expected on her Sunday afternoon.

Despite her surprise, it doesn't take long for the pretty woman to realize she loves what she's seeing; standing stock-still, she casts a ravenous, lust-addled gaze at the mortified man's throbbing cock. Giggling softly, she gawps out, "That's a nice dick…"

"God is it ever." I agree in my mind.

"Ming Zhao!"

Wait, I must've said that aloud.

Either way— the Black supermodel's wide, brown eyes mimic mine, and trace the subtle heaving of Ahab's erect member; the dozen-or-so rats covering her opulent gown squeak.

"The things I would do to him…"

Natalie and her gorgeous crush flush vermilion, while trying—and miserably failing—to ignore the humiliating situation surrounding them as they shuffle down the hall, luggage in hand. But the model wolf-whistles louder than an oncoming train at Ahab's bubble-butt as we pass by her; the towel-clad snack lets out an adorable anguished whine in response to the rat-lady's harassment while we escape from her leering eyes.

Unfortunately for my mortified victim, there isn't even one single second of respite— we can already see the other two women stalking our way, and I'm taken aback by their appearances.

As for the first, well… If Elvis was a woman, and that woman was a cyborg from the future sent here on a mission to **** Ronald Reagan and was decommissioned after failing to do so— that's what she looks like. Her friend looks normal. Aside from the eyepatch.

The two of them are holding hands, making it evident they're fast friends: Additionally, I love their rainbow badges.

The newcomers' three collective eyes widen at the titillating vista before them, gleefully laughing after taking a second to process.

When Ahab forces his eyes up to meet the ladies', his vermilion flush abates, then somehow, he actually starts chuckling; I wonder how he could be so carefree nearby two women exchanging giggling whispers— about his thick, veiny erection, no doubt.

They laugh louder as they approach, and break apart from their formation abreast each other to flank us. Leering our way, letting their heavily-lined eyes drift down to crotch height, the two women say in unison, "Now, that, is hot."

"Hahaha! Don't you simply adore it?" I inquire in rhetorical response, feeling a little light-headed from my arousal; humiliating Ahab gives me the wettest wide-ons, and I'm ecstatic to share him.

"You could say I'm in love…" comments the cyborg with wistfulness evident in her voice; Ahab appears to be restraining laughter as she wraps her bionic arm around my swimsuit-clad body.

Quivering with deeply-felt, cruel arousal, I make my feelings clear, "Oh yeah— he's the sexiest, but I shan't let you touch him~"

"Wait… He?" The woman asks in playful challenge, before leaning back and roaring with cackles; then, with power sufficient to dent steel— she slaps my ass.

"Eep!!" I shriek, caught off guard by the smarting impact. The cyborg-Elvis-woman snorts with amusement as I begin blushing in Ahab's stead; horror consumes my mind when her robotic hand snakes into my one piece.

The towel-clad hunk may have escaped their torment, but I'm left with no options other than to shout and flail as the future-assassin yanks my swimsuit up my ass in a painful wedgie.

Her gal-pal, not eight feet away, is groping my Amazonian friend from behind, giggling like a schoolgirl as she guides invasive fingers under the muscular blonde's overstuffed bikini top. Although either of us could trounce these women without issue, the shock of an impromptu **** leaves us stunned in acute humiliation.

The vile women switch methods; the cyborg groping my sensitive, erect-nippled breasts with vigor, and the ginger wedgie-ing Natalie until her toes curl.

Each of us receives a kiss on the cheek and a haymaker smack to the ass before being released. Once they've rejoined their hands, our assailants snap an indecent photo of Natalie's and my sore, exposed asses. After looking over the embarrassing snapshot, the two of them lock lips, and go on their merry way.

"WHAT!?!? They were, they were—?!" I stutter moronically.

My jaw remains dropped as a familiar, handsome voice laughs with atypical malice. Ahab, doubled over and hysterical, wipes a tear from his cheek as he wheezes out, "You couldn't tell they were lesbians! Hahaha!"

Okay, after what humiliations I wrought onto him— I figure I deserved that.

But that doesn't mean I won't still make him suffer, should the opportunity arise.

We get back to work once the sexpot with a reversal of fortune catches his breath. But…