Book club meeting.

My blushing nude body is tied down to the cart, preventing me from covering in any way, and Ming Zhao is keeping herself entertained, groping everywhere on my bare body she can reach, smiling at my helplessness and keeping me hard.

Zelda, still trying to hide the tent in her skirt, plays to the crowd and says, "That's right ladies! I know we were scheduled to discuss 'Dune' today, but we've got something more exciting to go over than books! My good friend, Ahab, Naked!"

It's almost deafening, just how many frantic screams are being directed at me, as the twenty nerdy women stampede across the room, over half of them dropping their sci-fi tomes in a mad dash to get a better look at the library landscaper in the buff.

Here are a few of the humiliating comments I hear from the geek ladies who have their eyes glued to my boner;

"Oh my good god..."

"Isn't that the gardener? He is so fucking hot naked."

"Can we touch him?"

"I need a closer look at that dick!"

"Why is he so hard?"

Ming Zhao and Zelda walk past me to address the mass of horny, bespectacled science-fiction fans, and each of them gives my erection a soft stroke with their elegant hands as they pass, my hips buck and twitch from the pleasureful and humiliating sensation but my fear keeps me quiet.

"Attention everyone!" the businesswoman I was crushing on shouts to the frenzied mass in her most commanding tone, shutting them up faster than what seemed natural, "We know that you all want your hands on this sexy, naked hunk, but only women he already knows the name of are allowed to touch his penis," she drags a single finger gently up the entire length of my shaft, and I can't help but give a loud moan at being sent so close to the edge, "like me."

"That doesn't, however, mean we don't have a spectacular group activity planned," the hot librarian amends, with one hand clamped hypocritically over her morning-wood, reminding me just how thorough a view these girls had of my hard-on "one which I believe you might enjoy even more than touching Ahab's penis."

Ming Zhao bends down and grabs a hardcover copy of Terry Prattchet's 'Small Gods' from the book cart I am fecklessly struggling to free myself from, "So grab some books ladies, we're gonna have ourselves a great time!" She turns to the skatergirl who has been mysteriously silent this whole time and says to her, "George, if you could please turn him around."

The athletic young woman struts up and flips me sideways so I'm bent over the cart with my butt sticking out. I dread whatever comes next with all my heart.