Nothing good

Now, ordinarily when I say ‘a tall woman’, I’d mean nearly a half-head shorter than myself, but with her high heels, the mousy girl before me towers up to at least 6’2”. She is spindly, bespectacled, and flat chested, all topped with an asymmetrical bob-haircut. Despite the great distance between her head and my hips, her height does nothing to keep her eyes away from my crotch.

Her face—and the faces of several other women—burns red as she takes in her totally unobstructed view of my dangling penis, and the various other points of interest on a nude man’s body.

Clearing her throat as the clipboard in her hands slips, the tall woman in her tight skirt-suit picks up her fumbled pen; face mere inches away from my cock.

Adjusting her glasses, she breathes, “Hot guy… naked… penis…” before stumbling backward on her heels— her face glowing crimson like mine. While she and a few other women blush and scramble for their bearings, Ruby introduces herself to the room with an air-piercing slap.

To my bare ass.

The shock of her hand kicks my higher brain functions back into action, and after a full minute of those ladies getting the nude male revue, I finally cover my cock again.

The leggy brunette also snaps out of her sexual stupor at the spank, readjusting her hot collar to chide our despicable photographer. “Ruby Forsythia Byrne! Why is this man naked!?”

“Aw, C’mon Beatrix— Why shouldn’t he be buck-ass nude?” Ruby replies, waggling her eyebrows insolently, “He’s super sexy, right?”

“But we hired a non-nude model, for an artistic shoot! Th-this kind of sophomoric depravity is expressly forbidden by his contract! You’re clearly humiliating him!”

The tiniest little shit of a woman I know reaches up the immense distance to put her finger in front of Bea’s glasses, saying, “But here’s the trick: We haven’t taken any ‘official’ pictures of this mega-hunk’s sexy little willy. And as long as we don’t put Zachy’s dick inside Narcissus magazine, he can’t do shit.”

“Wha—!? B-but, what abou— I, uh.”

“Relax, Bea. I just got us the best, sexiest toy ever. And he’s on a short leash.”

A nervous smile creeps across the spindly woman’s face, and she leans way, way down to whisper something I can’t quite hear in my nemesis’s ear.

“Thank you so, so much Ruby.”

Clamping both hands over my cock like my life depends on it, I lose my voice from sheer embarrassment, and it suddenly dawns on me that I’ve misconstrued Beatrix’s shyness for ethics… From that ravenously lecherous look she has in her eyes now, I just know she wants to make my life a living Hell.

A little pinch on my butt courtesy of a snickering Fareehah, just makes everything worse. I blush and squirm, humiliated to think of how this shoot is about to go down.