Pants off!

You stood frozen, fingers hovering at your waistband, stomach twisting as the laughter refused to die down.

Your pants were coming off.

There was no getting out of it. Vanessa had spoken, the audience had voted, and now five beautiful women were sitting in front of you, waiting.

No one rushed you.

They just watched.

Brooke smirked. "What’s the holdup, sugar?"

You **** your breath to stay even, ignoring the heat burning its way up your neck. Then, slowly, you unbuttoned your pants.

Cassie let out a delighted hum as your fingers moved to the zipper.

A second later, the fabric slid down your hips.

The reaction was immediate.

Jade’s lips parted slightly, her gaze flicking lower with undeniable interest.

Cassie giggled, hands clasped together. "Ooooh, now we’re getting to the good part."

Brooke let out a slow whistle. "Well, damn."

Your stomach dropped.

They weren’t just watching.

They were staring.

Because now that your pants were pooled around your ankles, your boxers were the only thing covering you.

And they weren’t doing much.

Your cock was already straining against the thin fabric, a bulge leaving nothing to the imagination.

Sophia exhaled sharply, her expression unreadable.

Cassie, however, had no such restraint. "Oh my god," she whispered, eyes wide. "That’s… wow."

Jade’s smirk deepened. "Better than I expected."

Your pulse pounded.

Vanessa’s voice rang out, smooth as ever. "Alright, next up. Who’s feeling lucky?"

---

Cassie practically bounced to her feet.

"Oh wow," she breathed, eyes locked directly on your bulge. Her lips parted slightly. "I didn’t realize you were, um… I mean, you’re really…"

She pretended to hesitate, but you saw the delight in her eyes.

Your jaw clenched. "Really what?"

She bit her lip, tilting her head. "Big. Like… wow. That’s gotta be uncomfortable, huh?"

Heat crawled up your neck.

Cassie bounced on her heels, still pretending to be sweet and innocent. "It’s so big. I think I see the veins."

Your stomach tightened.

Then, she leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a whisper.

"What do you think the pizza girl’s gonna do when she sees you like this?"

Your cock throbbed.

Cassie gasped dramatically, clapping her hands together. "Oh my god. Do you like this?"

She glanced down just in time to catch the telltale twitch inside your boxers.

Laughter exploded around the room.

Vanessa’s voice cut through the chaos. "That’s a point. Shirt off."

Cassie beamed as you **** your hands to move.

As you pulled your shirt up, she let out a quiet hum. "Mmm. Yep. Definitely an exhibitionist."

Finally, you dropped your shirt to the floor.

---

Vanessa smirked. "Mia, you’re up."

Mia stood but didn’t approach. Instead, she sighed dramatically.

"I’m letting him go."

The room erupted in complaints.

"Oh, come on!" Brooke groaned.

Sophia exhaled. "Seriously?"

Mia just shrugged. "I believe in him."

Cassie flopped back onto the couch. "That means he’ll at least have his boxers at the end."

Mia met your gaze, something unreadable flickering in her expression. "You can do this, John. I know you can."

Something in your chest tightened.

She gave you a small, knowing smile. "When you win, I hope you pick me. Someone needs to be on your side. I’ll let you keep your dignity. For now."

Mia sat back down.

Brooke scoffed. "For now."

---

Sophia stood next.

She didn’t rush. Didn’t react like the others. No widened eyes, no giggles, no blatant stares. Just… calculated amusement.

She stopped just in front of you, gaze sharp.

"You really thought you’d be in control," she mused.

Your jaw tensed.

"You were standing here earlier, thinking you could win." She tilted her head. "See it now?"

Your chest felt tight.

Sophia’s gaze never wavered. "We’re not letting you leave this game with anything left."

Heat rushed to your face.

Her lips curved slightly. "Ah. There it is."

Vanessa’s voice rang out immediately. "That’s a point. Shoes off."

You exhaled through your nose, forcing yourself to move.

Sophia watched the entire time, completely unreadable.

---

When you finished, Brooke stood.

Her gaze roamed.

You saw it the moment she spotted it.

The twitch.

Then, a second later, the wet spot forming at the front of your boxers.

Brooke’s lips parted slightly. "Oh. Well, look at that."

Your stomach plummeted.

She let out a low chuckle. "Bless his heart, he’s already leaking."

Heat burned through you.

Brooke’s arms crossed, and she took her time, her Southern drawl thick with amusement.

"I was thinkin’ about it, sugar," she mused, "and I don’t think you were ever really trying to win."

You swallowed hard.

Her smirk widened. "I mean, look at you. Red as a tomato. Soaked right through your boxers. Gettin’ harder every time we call you out."

Your pulse slammed against your ribs.

Brooke shook her head, clicking her tongue. "You can act shy all you want, but deep down? You love this. Being watched. Being played with. Havin’ all these eyes on you."

Her voice dipped just slightly. "Poor thing. You’re just built to be put on display, aren’t you?"

Your breath caught.

Vanessa let the words sink in.

Then—"That’s a point. Socks off."

The women watched closely as you bent down, feeling their eyes burning into you.

When you stood up, it hit you all at once.

You were down to nothing but your boxers.