He gets caught

"Well, I thought I had it on me so stop badgering me!" The sexy redhead said into her phone as she walked back into the hotel. She moved with a pep in her step clearly in a hurry to get whatever she had forgotten and get back to the car. Before she got their however James and her bumped into each other. The impacted pushing them both back a step. "Hey, watch it buddy."

The redhead's eyes shot open as she caught her first glimpse of the naked James. He was standing their keycard in his mouth and a pillow over his manhood. It took her 3 seconds to register what she was seeing.

"Aaaaaahhh!" She screamed.

James wanted to explain himself but with the keycard in his mouth all he could do was grunt fearfully. Then he heard a gasp from behind him as the receptionist finally notices him. And that was it. His fight or flight instincts take over and he runs away with a shriek heading desperately for the elevators. As he approached, James heard a ding and saw an elevator door start to slide open. So embarrassed and ashamed at this point he didn't even think about it, and he ran for the open door. Only a few feet away James bangs his foot on a corner and tumbles forward swinging his arms in the air to keep his balance. He eventually settles himself and comes to a stop legs spread and arms out. James exhales in relief happy to have not fallen on his face while running.

It was then he heard the chorus of gasps from feminine voices. Jame's muscles tightened as he turned his head towards the open elevator. Standing in the elevator James saw half a dozen beautiful tall blonde women all in bikinis or one-piece swimsuits. And before them James stood limbs spread and his flag at full attention. If the hot blonde hadn't gotten him all the way these bikini babes definitely finished the job.

James quickly tried to cover himself again but of course he had dropped his pillows when he tripped so now all he had were his hands and of course he needed both to cover his massive erection. He giggled awkwardly smiling at the women. He expected to hear screams or panic but instead they just observed him. Some actually seemed impressed or maybe interested. A few giggled. Two whispered to one another in a foreign language. Maybe Swedish?

James's eyes went wide when he realized it. He had heard a rumor when he first arrived at the hotel of some special guest he'd have loved to meet. A group of Swedish Supermodels. Looked like he'd gotten his wish as he stood before these Amazonians stark naked.

'This is a nightmare,' James thought as his face grew bright red. James began slowly sidestepping away from the elevator the supermodels sticking their heads out to watch him go smiling the whole time. James kept facing them not wanting to show them his ass. Unfortunately, the embarrassment wouldn't stop.

"Oh my god, he's mooning us!" A voice rang out behind him. The humiliated James turned his head back to see the hot redhead and Receptionist behind him neither looked pleased.

Sir, can you explain to me what you're doing?" The Receptionist asked. James's heart felt like it was about to blast through his chest. He foolishly turned around giving the models the ass shot they had wanted eliciting cheers.

Jame's brain felt like it was about to short-circuit. With the supermodels still giggling and cheering, and the receptionist and the redhead staring at him in dismay, James mind could only think of one thing. Without answering the receptionist's question, he made a beeline for the a nearby staircase. It was ornate and lead to the hotels second floor. It wasn't a stairwell and didn't lead to his room, but he didn't care. James' bare feet patted up the carpeted stares. He didn't dare look back, fearing what he might see. The sound of the supermodels' laughter and cheers echoed behind him, making his face burn with embarrassment.

As he disappeared onto the second floor the receptionist released an exasperated sigh. "I might need to call security."