Camila

"Who is it?" you ask, getting up from the bed.

"It's Camila. I have your tuxedo ready to try on."

"Oh, come in! The door's not locked."

The door opens and Camila enters, holding a nice tuxedo in her hands by a hanger. She presents the tuxedo to you and tells you to try it on.

"Right now?" you ask.

"Yes, please. So I can make any alterations if my measurements were off, although they shouldn't be. Come on, try it on for me." Camila claps her hands, motioning for you to hurry up.

Since she asked, you take off your t-shirt and put on the tuxedo shirt, then slip your pants off before trying on the tuxedo trousers. Even though you're still wearing your boxers, you notice Camila avert her eyes to the side, and you smile to yourself at her shyness. However, as you pull the zip up, you notice it's a little tight in the front and you realize that you have a raging hard on, likely a result of the nap.

"Um..." you say.

"Is there a problem?" Camila asks, turning her eyes back to you and wondering why you had stopped dressing.

"The trousers are too tight."

"Really? That's impossible. I took very specific measurements- Oh!" Camila exclaims with her mouth open when she looks down at the visible bulge in your trousers. "Um..."

"Sorry," you say sheepishly, "I was just napping and you know, sometimes it happens."

"Well... I guess that's natural... but the trousers are made for formal wear, so maybe you can try again later?" Camila says, looking away although you catch her glancing back quickly once. Her face is so red it almost matches her dress.

Watching the way she reacts to the situation, you're sure that Abby is probably correct about how much of a prude Camila is, but you see a window of opportunity and you decide to go for it.

"I would, but the fundraiser is tonight and I don't have much time if the trousers don't fit. Hold on, wait here," you say, taking the tight fitting trousers off and entering the adjacent bathroom much to Camila's surprise. She seems stunned and remains standing where she is while you close the door behind you, apparently to take care of the situation at hand, although you stand around in the bathroom with no intention of touching yourself.

You wait for a couple of minutes to pass, then call out to Camila from inside the bathroom.

"Camila?" you call out, just to make sure she's still there.

"Yes, mister Colins?" She is.

"I uh.... this isn't working."

"What? What isn't..." Camila's voice trails off as she realizes you're talking about jerking off.

"Can you go get one of the girls? Maybe they can help me. Please, I have to make the fundraiser in time. It's a charity for young athletes."

There's a muted silence from outside and for a moment, you wonder if Camila really left the room to go get someone.

"Hello?" you call out.

"Yes, mister Colins," Camila replies.

"Camila, can you please get someone?" If only she could see the grin on your face right then. You have her right where you want.

"I... I can't. I can't tell someone to come do that... And they'll think I caused it!"

Recognizing that this is the best time to seize the opportunity, you slip your boxers off and abruptly open the bathroom door and step out, naked from the waist down. Camila wasn't expecting that and she gets an eyeful, cupping her hands over her mouth in disbelief as she gawks at your erect cock.

"Well, you're not helping it go away, and I can't do it with you standing out here."

"I... I... I..." Camila stammers, putting her hands down. She looks like she wants to run out of the room, but at the same time is transfixed by your cock. You wonder if she's even seen one in the flesh before.

"Aren't I 1 of your main clients? If I can't get my tux for the fundraiser in time, I'll have to reconsider my choice of tailors."

The threat of losing business seems to motivate the innocent Camila as she panics. "No, no! Please, I need your business. Private tailors are a dying breed and less and less people employ my services, mostly because it's cheaper not to."

"So it sounds like the premium should be your customer service, am I right?"

"Yes! Of course. Oh," Camila says, realizing where this is heading. You walk towards her until you're standing in front of her and the tip of your cock is about a foot away from her.

"Please, I could use some help," you say, sounding sincerely at your wits end like your erection is a horrible affliction.