I don't quite; I get lost instead.

Okay… chasing after Macy while I'm nude was a titanic miscalculation. Naturally, I couldn't just sprint through a dense crowd without any clothing on, so I couldn't keep pace with the policewoman, and now she's long gone.

I probably should've just asked Camila if I could borrow her shorts or something, but no— I just had to go running after an erotically-minded off-duty cop, and now I'm stranded butt naked in the middle of a packed crowd. My only solace is that I seem to be the only one here who knows I'm totally nude.

I am… right?

The heart in my chest pounds like thunder; I dart my eyes this way and that, freaking out, wondering whether anyone does know about my state of undress. A coy giggle a couple feet off confirms that at least one lady does, and she'll soon tell her friends.

Now I know it's only a brief matter of time before they start fondling me. While seriously on edge, I feel a satin-gloved hand brush against my bubble butt; I whip around in fright, only to see the bespectacled visage of none other than my old friend.

"Zelda?!"

And it is Zelda! Dressed in an ostentatious pink princess dress—the kind with a bustle and big shoulder poofs—she looks at me and exclaims, "Ahab?! You're here too?"

The librarian is blushing but happy; her contented smile evolves into a euphoric beam when she takes a gander between my legs. "Whoa! I almost forgot how big that thing was. You know— I can never tell whether I'm more aroused or envious when I see you naked."

Wasting ample time in shielding my privates from the blonde cutie's gaze, I throw a hand between my legs, covering only most of my large cock. A woman behind me smacks my round behind, reminding me that this bespectacled bibliophile isn't the only girl around to appreciate my nudity. I make a plea to the hot, nerdy librarian, "Eep! Zelda, it's nice to see you— but a little help, please?"

"Don't you mean 'big' help, Ahab? Hahaha! No, but seriously, it sucks that you're having one of those situations again. I should have something in my purse…" she digs through the green mushroom bag slung over her poofy shoulder poof. Soon, her expression grows worrisome and she quickens the pace of her rifling, "Where'd I put that… Crap! I think I forgot my extra shirt."

Hunched over, with a hand clamped over my privates, trying to move away from the grabby hands of yet another girl who's just discovered the naked man in the crowd, I say to Zelda, "Please, anything! Just hurry up— I'll owe you!"

"Sorry, Dude, I can't find it!"

"Please!"

Then, suddenly, sprinting out from nowhere, Macy—who I thought had left Hall-C—gives me a hard shove, knocking me over backwards into a tall White lady who gets a solid handful of my ass; like any normal straight woman, her face lights up when a sexy naked man literally falls into her arms. The policewoman in the strippers' version of jungle expedition gear shouts, "Hey everyone! Check out this nude hottie! He said he wants you to feel him up! Don't leave him hanging!"

A loud gasp permeates my vicinity, and the women on all sides of me move in at the call to arms; it's not long before they're swarming. My only hope for escape is that hot librarian, she grabbed onto my free arm before I was fully encircled by these aroused women, and is now trying to keep me away from them.

Despite her valiant attempt to drag me back to safety, Zelda is not, and never has been an imposing or muscular figure, so I get completely lost in the writhing mass of women when her arm inevitably loses its hold. Oh Hell.

A menagerie of rapacious hands—all shapes and sizes; all belonging to girls—prod, graze, stroke, and grope every inch of my naked body; these ladies giggle and coo as they **** me. A slap to the ass here, a stroke of the penis there. They're pushing me around by grabbing any part of my body that catches their eye, and having fun with it— I can barely keep my balance as another woman's tongue drags across my neck.