My friends come through for me! (Multiple POVs.)

Another greedy hand gropes Ahab's helpless body, and the only thing he can do is writhe. Thirty horny women are crowding, cooing and molesting the poor guy— I wanted him humiliated, not violated! He doesn't deserve this, and I need to save him!

However, this erotic display is one of the sexiest things I've ever seen, and I'm transfixed. Despite almost biting through my lip in arousal, I **** my gaze away from the sexy, red-faced man's hardening cock and take action. Although I'm immobilized by the straps of my skimpy bathing suit— any intrepid businesswoman will find a way. Life finds a way.

I clear my throat, and inquire in Cantonese to the lady holding me by the one piece, <"This man is incredibly sexy; may I see the pictures you've taken of him?">

The woman ceases her drooling and tears her eyes away from Ahab's beautiful penis, then nods at me; I'm handed the camera containing the hunk's humiliating nudes.

Looking at her photo roll, I, with utmost sincerity, say, <"Ooooh~ these are some great shots! They capture his penis perfectly, you make him look so hot— It's almost a shame, y'know?"> I then eject the camera's memory card, and smash it on the ground.

Ahab's jaw drops, the tourist's jaw drops, and I am dropped. They're both shocked, but he's ecstatic— that's at least one licentious tourist who won't have his penis immortalized on film.

I hit the floor knees-first after being released, and Ahab winces at my impact—he also winces at a few hands groping him someplace I'd prefer not to mention—but I'm completely unfazed by the short fall. After eyeing my sexy friend's hardening cock for a good couple seconds, I wink, causing him to flush crimson; I blow him a teasing kiss before sneaking away into the rowdy mob to enact the remainder of my plan.

--------------------Ahab POV.---------------

I'm grateful beyond words Ming Zhao destroyed that horrible photo set,—and I'm embarrassed beyond words at her blatantly ogling me 'down there'—but a panic sets in as my crush disappears from view; I've still got hands crawling all over my muscular, naked form, and now I'm back to being alone and helpless— totally at the throng's mercy. Struggling and failing to emancipate myself from these handsy women's clutches, I dread that Ming Zhao might've just thrown me to the wolves.

Gasping and yelping with embarrassment as each lady in the lobby gets her turn to 'play' with me, I can just barely make out a crown of flaxen hair poking above the aroused mob. Wait a second…

My heart soars! It's my manager, Natalie! And she has my towel with her!

Her massive frame shoves into the crowd without difficulty, and once the muscly blonde beauty is in the thick of it, she grabs the ladies holding my arms by their collars; one panicked glance at Natalie's gargantuan biceps is enough to make my tormentors break formation. The frightened mob scatters, releasing me from their iron grips and greedy mitts as they flee the scene. A straggler who's slower on the uptake than her friends allows a couple more women to see my everything as they enter the lobby; she lets me go only after the newcomers have pointed at my crotch, and exchanged humiliating giggles and whispers.

With my arms free, at last, I can breathe again— even if I'm still blushing redder than a tomato from my dick's protracted exposure. When I look up to see my bikini-clad manager's face, I find that she's flushed at least as red as me, and can't manage to look in my direction as she bends down in front of me, towel in hand.

"Here Ahab, uh, let me g-get this for you."

"You saved me, Nat— you're my hero."

"D-d-d-d-don't sw-sweat it." She replies, scarlet in the face.

Natalie nearly faints while putting the terrycloth back around my trim, ripped waist— scratch that, Natalie does in fact black out; blushing deep crimson and emitting an aroused caterwaul as she accidentally grazes my penis with her hand. Breathing a sigh of relief now that I've regained some of my modesty, I figure the ****, wheezing Amazon crushing on me deserved that little reward— it was an accident after all.

By this point the tourists have completely scattered, and while Ming Zhao had annihilated the memory card from one of the cameras, all of the other women have escaped with their compromising photographs in tow, and they'll be able to appreciate my unwanted nudes at their leisure— all, except for one. The youngest lady in the offending tour group is rushing into the lobby's exit, laughing at the pornographic images of me on her phone. But, before she runs home-free, the perverted twenty-something runs smack into somebody important.

"Excuse me, miss, but could you please explain to me what the fresh Hell is going on here?" Asks an unseen figure to the licentious Chinese sightseer.

Wait. I recognize that raspy voice and its handsome undertones— could it be?