He will keep his job, but not his modesty.

A sensual knead of his strong hand marks Ahab's indecision, and I have to suppress a moan as he grinds his wet pectorals into my swimsuit-adorned body without realizing.

He wasn't supposed to choose between public humiliation or joblessness— I'm supposed to help him get dressed right now! But, apparently, there's a wrench in my plan, and it sounds like this "Boss" of Natalie's is to blame.

Although he's grinding on me in nervousness, it doesn't take much longer for Ahab to say his piece, "I'll do it— I can't just let you be fired, Natalie!"

His giant manager clutches her heart, and blushing, says, "Oh my goodness! Ahab— you're the best!!"

The half-nude hottie stands up taller at the compliment, but is still shaking with fear and embarrassment while holding me too tight; his big, warm hands are caressing me in all the right ways, and it isn't long before…

"Hhhnnghh…" a loud moan escapes my mouth, and I blush like Hell; Ahab hears my sexual grunt, and releases his hold on me faster than someone touching a cookie tray without oven mitts. "Whoa! Um, sorry, Ming Zhao…"

"Don't be," I breathe out, too quietly for him to hear. As I nearly collapse out of his strong embrace, I allow myself to stumble toward the lifeguard lady, who has been staring at the scene unfolding beside her in rapt amusement.

"George, was this you? You didn't alter my masterpiece in any way, right?" I interrogate.

"How would I? I've been right next to you this whole time."

"Sorry, it's just that, even if this is really hot, I can't let anything happen to Ahab. Do you know why Natalie is suddenly acting all strange?"

"Oh yeah, some hot, tall, White guy woke her up and told her something I couldn't hear. You'll have to ask her who that was— Oh, and you'll have to hurry! Those two are already gone!"

"What!?" I shout as I whip my head around, and find that my friends were nearly out of view; bolting after them, I remember to say to the cute lifeguard, "Thanks, George!!"

She shouts back, "Sure thing! And if you need to strip any other hotties, just call me!"

I catch up to Natalie and Ahab in short order, and follow them through an employee back-way. We get wolf whistled at by the hotel staff as we rush past in only our swimsuits—and towel—which puts a dirty little idea in my head; I join them in wolf whistling at Ahab, and snicker to myself as the hunk blushes crimson.

They catcall and cajole us as we run the gauntlet towards the lobby, and even I flush a shade pinker when somebody throws their bra at me; although it's embarrassing, I do still admit I'm having a good time.

But, the fun almost ends when an especially bold waitress takes it upon herself to grope at my crush's crotch; she reaches out for his groin and gets within an inch of assaulting Ahab before I slap her rapacious hand away from him.

He thanks me for the save, but that was too close for comfort, and so returns my wondering about the man who's ruining my "strip Ahab naked, but make sure he doesn't get molested" plan. Because if just some random lady on break will try something ****-y— who won't?

We've almost reached the lobby, but…