Lust. Ruby and her cronies eye me with animalistic desire.

I know that my cock is a good, normal size at about five-and-a-half inches hard, but Velma left me feeling like the most un-hung man on earth, and I’m still super insecure and embarrassed about my endowment. It surprises me then—in addition to making me burn crimson—when I hear the women in front of me wolf-whistle like drunken bachelorette party guests.

From beside my waist I can hear Camila coo, “Ooo~ is that what you’ve been hiding from us Zachy? Me likey!” The licentious Latina gives my ass another hard slap while she’s back there.

“Hahaha! Nice view, Sexy!” Wanda shouts between laughs in blatant approval. Raising an eyebrow as she checks out my paralyzed nude body from head to penis, the statuesque beauty teases, “Glad to see the carpet matches the drapes~”

My eyes have nearly rolled back in shame, but that’s only half the crew.

Next to speak her withering piece is Tess, who has some… choice words to share as she goggles me, “I want him inside me. Or me inside him. I don’t care which— he’s mine.”

But Ruby’s eyes are the widest by far, her jaw slacked open as she zeroes in on my naked crotch. With a finger twitching on her camera button, and ravenous gaze locked like a sniper onto my manhood, the tiny redhead murmurs, “Holy shit. That cock is gorgeous…”

I stand there in a fugue state, unable to do anything other than blush crimson as I take in those lurid catcalls. My private parts are bared wholly against my will to these hot girls, and I’m paralyzed with embarrassment until a bright flash brings me back to the present day. Ruby beams as she thoroughly appreciates the view below my waist, and the picture of it she just stole. My hands race to hide my blond tuft and stiffening shaft from the leering, laughing girls as my face cooks from the humiliation of it all, but they already have my privates immortalized on film. God dammit.

I want to speak in protest to this blatant sexual harassment, but by this point I’m too mortified to say anything more than a deeply shamed wheeze.

Ruby, on the other hand, shares no such problem in speaking, and after taking another impassioned ogle at my cock in her camera roll, says, "Well Zachy, I guess you can’t back out of the shoot if I already have a picture of your… little friend.”

“Oh my God, no! Ruby, I swear to god, just give me back my underwear!” I shout, **** for some way to get away from this naked nightmare.

“Heehee, You mean these?”

I snap my head towards that lust-ridden voice and see Tess holding up my skimpy red briefs and… a pair of scissors. The chubby blonde slices the tiny garment to ribbons, destroying my only remaining shot at modesty right before my eyes.

Now that my last chance to escape is in literal tatters, the perverted photographer snaps back to a ‘professional’ attitude to get things rolling. It’s honestly shocking to see that Ruby is capable of being commanding, but the tiny, redheaded reprobate steels her eyes and issues her crew to act like an actual pro, “Okay ladies, let’s make it quick— shoot prep now! First thing's first in costume and makeup, there's something we need on him for every shot. Camila, Wanda, go! Tess, sharper lighting, stat!"

Every woman gives my **** ass a squeeze as they rush past—a mortifying gesture I only appreciate from Wanda (who gropes a lot softer than her coworkers)—while Ruby doesn’t change how she treats me beyond having a harder edge in her ogling. With both hands clamped like vises over my half-mast erection, I pray that the crew are going to bring me some clothing—or at least underwear—but…