I don't know them, but they sure do know me.

"Oh my God, It's Ahab!"

"Holy shit, you're right. It is Ahab!"

"Oh my gosh, I can't believe it's actually Ahab!"

"Ahab is here? What are the chances?"

"And he is still practically naked!"

"Seriously, where does this guy leave his clothes?"

"Who cares? I just hope they stay there."

"I am such a huge fan! I have to get my picture!"

"Me too! Maybe he will autograph it for me."

"No time like the present right?"

"Ahab fucking Melville standing practically naked in my hallway? Hell YES!"

I have to admit, I was entirely bewildered. Out of all the women coming out in the hallway to see the commotion I didn't recognize any of them apart from Natalie. So how on Earth did they know my name? They were behaving like I was some kind of celebrity. Some of these girls surrounded me in the hallway, blocking my exit. I pressed my back up against the wall so they at least wont see my bare butt. My eyes darted from face to face but none of these grinning hyenas looked familiar. So why are they acting like they have seen me before?

The women that went back into their apartments after recognizing me came back holding eight by ten inch photographs that were all of...ME!? "You probably don't remember us because we were part of the crowd but we were at the art museum last night."

"All of us here entered the raffle to get our picture taken with you."

"And some of us managed to buy some of your pictures last night during the auction."

My face turned beet red. Almost every woman on Ming Zhao's floor was at the art museum last night. They saw pictures of me naked. They saw me naked on stage. They bought naked pictures of me. They were seeing me mostly naked right now! My hands uselessly felt around the wall at my back trying to feel my way out of this predicament as if I could open some secret passageway that would make me fall through the floor, away from their fixated gazes. If only I actually could sink into the floor right now. That is how I actually felt.

"We were supposed to get these signed anyway," A bubbly-looking girl with long brown hair handed me a stack of pictures "I was wondering if you could just sign them now. It would spare us the trouble of coming to bother you at your work place." More and more girls emerged from their apartments carrying my humiliating photographs. They all held them out towards me expectantly.

"Uh, the thing is girls..." I was beginning to break out into a nervous sweat standing before all of their lazer-focused stares wearing nothing but a poorly-tied jacket around my waist. "...I have to go to work right now, and since I don't have a pen..."

"Oh, I brought along something you can write with right here!" A girl with short blonde hair and a generous buxom reached into her décolletage pulling out a black sharpie. I blinked.

"Oh please, oh please Mister Melville!" A woman in a tank top whined "We are really big fans of yours. If you sign these for us now we will never bother you again." Most of the growing crowd around me nodded in agreement.

I thought about it a moment and then resigned to the reality of the situation. I sign these pictures now, they wont have to come to my workplace, or God knows where else Ruby will take me for a signing. I could just do it now and get it out of the way for the ones who are here so there would be less people having me sign embarrassing photographs at my work. "Okay, let's do this quickly." Everyone cheered as I took the sharpie.

My face was flaming ear to ear as I signed my name to all these humiliating pictures of me. I had to write my signature on images of me doing handstands, flexing like a bodybuilder, placing my hands all over my chest, combing my hair, slapping my ass, kneeling to the floor, and various other poses Ruby made me do during the several months I have been under her employment. And of course, I was naked in all of these photos.

Man, I can't believe I actually did all this stuff in front of a camera! How shameless can I be?!

Except I was full of shame. Pretty much every expression I had in these photographs mirrored the one I had on my face now, mortified. I must have repressed all of these humiliating memories to some degree just so I didn't have to think about the indignities it caused me. Now as I had to reface the photographic evidence of my deplorable behavior, all the unpleasant memories of my naked posing came flooding back to me at once.

The fact that my fans kept touching me while I signed their pictures didn't make things any easier either. The moment I had a picture in one hand and a pen in the other, the girls scooted in close enough to feel up my abs. I tried shooing them away as I continued to sign more pictures but they just moved their hands to other parts of my semi-naked body. Some of the women felt up my arm muscles as I wrote. Some of them stroked my thighs. Some of them even kissed me on the cheeks, took selfies of themselves leaning against me, and fondled my nipples. One girl even tried to swipe the jacket off my waist but thankfully I was pressed too closely to the wall the sleeves that were tied together held in place. However, all this lurid groping got my lower half stimulated enough to pitch an embarrassingly noticeable tent in the front. More than a few of the girls looked at my concealed boner and licked their lips. I wanted to run away, but as I was mostly naked in a torrent of women what more could I do with my back pinned literally up against a wall?