Force Lilah to strip in public

"Well, Lilah, I was going to take you somewhere private, but now that you've kicked up such a fuss, I don't think I'll bother." I gesture broadly at the faces peering in around us. "We've got an audience, and they deserve a show. Why don't you start by taking all your clothes off?"

Lilah trembles visibly. "I...I..." She swallows and brings her hands to the hem of her sweater. After one last pleading look, she pulls her sweater over her head and places it neatly on the ground. Seeing the girl begin her striptease, some in the crowd wander off, muttering angrily, but more quickly replace them.

"Come on, I said 'show'! Try to be a little sexy!"

"Fuck you!" Lilah responds. "Just because I have to fulfill your sexual requests doesn't mean I have to pretend to be happy about it." Nevertheless, she does put a bit of shimmy in her hips as she rolls her jeans down her legs.

Now down to a matching bra and thong set, Lilah's assets really start to shine. That succulent ass nearly swallows her G-string whole. Her boobs are heavy, yet undeniably firm, hardly needing the support of her bra. My cock throbs in anticipation, pressing insistently against my pants.

Lilah reaches behind her back and deftly unsnaps her bra, let it drop with minimal fanfare. As I expected, her boobs don't droop in the slightest. Her nipples are mouth-wateringly tight, already becoming erect in the open air. I want to take them in my mouth, nip them hard enough for her to gasp, slobber over them until my spit trails down those hefty orbs and drips onto that toned stomach.

And now--the final movement of this exquisite symphony of a striptease. Lilah turns away from me, bends over, and pushes her thong down her legs, revealing her shaved snatch and tiny brown butthole. For the first time in my life, I'm getting to see a pussy in person, and it's spectacular. It's everything I ever dreamed.

And...and this might actually be a problem. In my wonderment, I'd stopped thinking about my cock, and now it's very close to blowing. Even after removing her thong, Lilah remains bent over, as if she knows that the sight of her spread cheeks might be enough to set me off. That would be so embarrassing! I'm frozen in fear, afraid to unzip my pants, afraid that the merest touch will be enough.

Come on, Jake! Focus! I think. Don't look! Try to imagine something...anything else.