I'm done, but don't cheer yet.

When I finally signed the last photo I handed it back to it's owner with relief since I could leave at last. I slowly scooted along the wall toward the end of the hall where the stairs and elevator was.

"Hold on, just a minute!" Another female voice resounded from within one of the open-doored apartments. A woman with wavy hair came out of her apartment carrying one of the life-sized cardboard cutouts of me doing my power pose in the nude. "Just sign this last thing for me and you can be on your way."

Once again, the look I had on my face right then was a perfect replica of the humiliated expression I had as a cardboard cutout. This chick must have been one of the big time bidders to win this embarrassing trophy. The swarm of women surrounding me all hooted and whistled at the actual-sized cardboard version of me naked standing next to the real life almost naked version. My blush deepened.

"Put your full name right here." The wavy-haired chick pointed to my large erection in the cutout. I swallowed and nervously moved my shaky hand carrying the sharpie. I can't believe I'm doing this. I thought to myself. I wrote the words, "Ahab Melville" down the perfect picture of my rod then lowered my head in shame.

"Wooo Hooo! Now that's what I call a souvenir!"

"Do you think he really is that big 'down there' in real life?"

"Of course he is, you saw the 'whole thing' on stage last night remember?"

"Yeah we all saw it, he's massive, but do you think it really is the same size as it is in the cutout?"

"No reason why it shouldn't be. Unless of course it was just the stage lighting on that night."

"Well, only one way to find out..."

A sudden chill went down my spine as I sensed what was about to unfold. All eyes focused on me once again; predatory. I felt like a small mouse trapped in a cave filled with hungry tigers. All gazes fell to the large lump growing in the front of my makeshift loincloth.

"Well now, since I finished signing everything, I'm just gonna leave." I spoke nervously as I edged along the wall towards the elevator. I kept my eyes trained on everyone right up until the point I prematurely leapt for the exit. I felt the pull from someone's hand as they grabbed my sleeve, whisking my last piece of dignity away. Immediate cheers and whistling told me I wasn't going to get away so easily.

Now fully naked, the women grabbed me by the arms and pulled me towards the cutout of me. I struggled, but I was powerless against so many hands. "Don't be that way Mr. Melville. Just think of this as a quick check up." The stampede of women groped me into position standing right next to the cardboard cutout of me. The perfectly coordinated ladies placed my hands on my hips and **** my legs apart so that my real life image perfectly matched my cardboard image, making it look like there were two of me baring it all in my power pose. That's when the camera phones started flashing around me. At this point even my facial expression matched the cutout; total humiliation. All of Ming Zhao's neighbors now had pictures of me completely nude times two! "See, I told you it was actual size, perfectly to scale." The girls stared chatting up at my embarrassment.

"No way," Another girl approached me from behind, as cameras continued to flash (I felt like I was at work again) she reached around and grabbed my swollen cock with both hands. I let out a squeak. "If anything, I'd say the real deal was an inch or two longer." Her hands began to stroke me and I could only shiver from arousal and shame.

"Is that right?" Another one of my insane fans lowered her camera phone as she stepped forward to fondle my balls. "Oh I can see it now! He actually is getting bigger isn't he?"

My body erupted in goosebumps, "Guys! Hah! I...Ahh!...really gotta...oh!" any protest I tried to summon up got trampled down by the mob's invasive hands. I felt a hand squeeze one of my pectoral muscles while another woman leaned in and occupied my remaining nipple with her mouth. As her tongue lashed my rock-hard nip I felt hands on my buttocks giving me some generous rubbing and squeezing in that area. My arms were spread out as the incited group took turns squeezing them up against their breasts; someone was even so bold as to shove my right hand down their shirt so I could feel the softness of her boob. One girl even took her shoe off and started playing footsie with me. Of course, lets not for get about my penis. I must have had five maybe six hands molesting me down there; at least four on my shaft and another pair on my scrotum. My naked body was completely at their mercy.

Frustrated tears began to pour down my face and both my outraged objections and pleasured moans were muffled by the fingers they were no sticking in my mouth. My dick throbbed as it began to ooze a stream of precum. I fought hard against ejaculating in front of these girls. As utterly mortifying as this predicament was, I knew it could only get worse if I were to shoot a load in front of everyone. Especially with several girls holding far too many recording devices only inches away from my pulsating organ. I tried to will my eager member from blasting my love nectar all over the place but ultimately I knew I was but moments away from an intense climax.