Five, but that doesn't stop Ming Zhao from having her fun.

The doors to the elevator slide ajar, revealing a handful of people who're milling about inside; even with the invisible ropes that bound me gone, I feel **** when Ming Zhao leads me towards them. It's bad enough that the folks in the skyscraper's foyer refused to stop checking out my bare ass, but there's no way I could withstand the humiliation of being trapped naked in an elevator!

"Come on." She says, pulling me by one of the arms I needed to cover myself.

The base of my shaft pokes into view as I'm dragged closer towards a nightmare; the girls ogling me from behind the front desk salivate as I plead to Ming Zhao, "I can't go in there, I'm still naked— they'll see everything!"

"Don't worry, Sexy, I'll help you cover up," the businesswoman assuages, a coy grin spreading across her pretty face, "But, in return, I need you to do something rather… indecent."

I like the sound of that—despite the embarrassment that'll come alongside it—so I give in and follow her, though I'm too stunned to respond apart from not resisting.

We shuffle inside, and the eyes moving to face us mortify me; my privates are obscured, but these patrons know I've no modesty. The combination of excitement and humiliation gets me hard, her body shifting in sensual, alluring ways as we settle into the corner.

A coyly beaming Ming Zhao reaches down behind herself and—without looking—wraps her strong, elegant fingers around my erect cock. She tugs her hand closer to her sundress-clad body, then strokes it back, and I moan; reveling in the pleasurable contact, yet fearful of how publicly sexual my crush is being.

Is she really going to give me a handjob? These people can see everything!

I get my answer as the sundress-clad beauty explores every minute contour of my sex with an almost animalistic fervor; my breath quakes, and I bite my lips— her touch feels incredible, but it's mortifying!

After another few seconds of really feeling me up—with everyone in the elevator ogling us bug-eyed— the otherwise brilliant businesswoman blushes; her beautiful face contorts into a grimace as she asks, "There's… no way that's your arm, huh?"

"Hnngh~ Nope, not a chance." I reply, holding back an orgasm.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry." She says, her reddened face darting around the gawking elevator. Repositioning herself to better obscure me from the ogling passengers, Ming Zhao takes hold of my actual arm, and guides me under her skirt, still facing away. With a **** that betrays her excitement, she moves my hand upwards until it collides with her wet, panty-clad crotch.

"This time Ahab, I'd like you to do me a favor."