Naw

Fuck! Layla had to fight the urge to tense up. To throw her hands over her body. To get down and run. But she knew if she did, the exposure would be so much worse. Despite the situation she was in, she could feel that same warm tingle returning.

"Naw, not that I recall. Granted it's been a few days." The blond replied.

"Kinda explicit for these parts, don't ya think?"

"For my tastes? Sure. But ya gotta think, Kev, this is the modern age."

The bald man turned to look at his friend, stupefied by his response. "What the hell does that mean?"

"Well, ya gotta look at it like this. Ya see, when we were coming up old ladies would point at art like that," He motioned at Layla's nude form as she tried desperately to hold her pose, her arms now starting to get tired, "and called it pornography. Y'see, younger people these days, or even folks in our own demographic, really pushed past that stuffiness and are more open and accepting of art in all its forms."

The bald man, once again, just stared at his friend. "Bro, I can see the clit on that statue; I just think it's a bit much in a public place!" Without turning to look at her, he pointed directly at Layla's crotch.

Internally, she was screaming; externally, she was doing everything in her power to not visibly cringe. Hearing someone discuss her body, specifically such an intimate part of her anatomy, sent a shiver down her spine. She prayed that she wasn't getting as moist down there as the warmth she was feeling suggested.

"No no, I hear ya man. I really do, and yeah, I definitely think the big ole tits and detailed pussy are a tad much," Again hearing them so brazenly discuss her body sent another shudder through Layla. "But I also recognize that what is crude and lewd to you and me could easily just be seen as an innocent and valid work of art by another."

"Are you high?"

"Oh yeah, absolutely. C'mon, let's get going before the statue starts moving more than it looks like it is now."

With that, both men got up and continued their exercise, but not before both got another eyeful of Layla's bare body. As soon as they were out of sight, she collapsed into a squat where she once stood, burying her face in her hands. She didn't think this task would be this embarrassing. Well, no, she actually did think it would be horrifically embarrassing; she just kinda hoped no one would be passing through the park at midnight. Hearing those men talk about her body, while she stood right there, was so humiliating she was afraid she might cry. And the worst part? Well, the worst part was she was incredibly turned on right now. She wanted nothing more than to masturbate, right here and right now. She reached both of her hands down between her legs and was mere seconds from going to town on herself. She would be doing so right now, if only it weren't for the sounds of more people approaching. Instead, she desperately popped back up into a standing position and tried to emulate a more respectable pose. She did her best impression of the Birth of Venus she could muster and went still.