Beatrix; jealous, and trying to save her partner in perversion.

I can’t help it. I don’t want to, but I must— a mortified shriek escapes me as my woefully average willy spring free of my jeans. The girls cheer with renewed ardency, because by fuck is this thing hard (seriously, it’s throbbing so much it could function as a second heart) and they’ve suddenly got two naked people to ogle instead of just the one.

But why did that second humiliated fool have to be me? One thing’s for certain, Fareehah has started wolf-whistling again. More importantly, I snap around to see who just gave those giggling ladies another look at my shame. And no, I don’t have the sense to cover up when I come face to face with my de-pantser. So she just gets to see everything, while I see high heels, a pencil skirt, a clipboard, brown hair trimmed into an angular bob, and a dropped jaw.

Beatrix simply gawks at me; eyes going wide behind her spectacles as she goggles the appendage standing like a miniature cellphone tower between my thighs. Although I was mortified by the packed room getting another eyeful of my dick—and ass—just seeing the animalistic lust in Beatrix’s brown peepers gives me an idea…

I glide a hand to the small of her back, pulling the spindly woman so close I can see the dilation of her pupils; with my other hand, I brush a lock of her asymmetric bob away from her glasses, and caress her sharp chin. “Hey, Beatrix… I’ve got a reward for you. Just get inside that room with me, and I’ll show you what this bad boy can do to a good girl like you.”

Her knees buckle inward, and Beatrix melts into my arms with a simple, “Yes, please…”

The bespectacled, salivating brunette follows me into the back room with ravenous sexual greed painting her nerdy features; a scant thirty seconds later, she’s in nothing but her garters and high heels, handcuffed next to Ruby with her pussy out.

“Goddammit, Bea!!” The scarlet-faced shorty screams.

“What!? I though we were going to bang!” Her much, much taller friend replies as the cameras point at the bickering duo.

“Well now you’re gonna wind up naked on the internet!”

“Aww, goddammit is right! They can see my, well— everything!”

Now there’s a pair of pale, skinny perverts flushed scarlet and waiting on the edge of an orgasm. Perfection. I give Beatrix’s small, pert bottom a rough squeeze, and Ruby’s blood-red face a condescending peck. They each squeal in embarrassment as the cameras keep rolling, but I wonder what exactly I ought to do with these naughty dames now…