Humiliated in the lobby. (Ahab POV)

Today, so far, has been one of the most humiliating days of my life, and I'm still reeling from embarrassment, let's see… My crush, Ming Zhao; my hot manager Natalie, a police officer disguised as a lifeguard, and at least twenty other women have seen me buck naked—penis and all. But with me being **** to work in only a microscopic towel, it still feels like, somehow, the worst has yet to come.

I step out into the lobby to begin work, and within seconds the heads of a dozen women swivel towards my scarcely-covered form and begin checking me out; I feel a discomfiting breeze blow between my legs as their eyes bore into me, getting ever more intent, and it isn't much longer before the inevitable happens— the lascivious women begin catcalling.

"Whoa, can I order you for room service?"

"I love the 'towel' look, but would you mind just going nude?"

"It should be illegal for him to wear anything, hahaha!"

"Yeah, Sexy! Take it off!"

"We want to see your dick!"

"See?— I wanna grab his dick!"

"Woof."

"C'mon, Handsome, let's have some fun with you!"

To escape their punishing verbal **** I sprint to where my friends await, which, due to our awful luck, is on the side of the foyer where there isn't any cover to hide behind. It seems like Ming Zhao is planning to aid us in our work, as she's waiting besides my manager wearing what looks like a 'customer service' expression— as well as her skimpy one-piece.

Speaking of what we're wearing… this towel remnant I'm wearing is so small it struggles to hide my penis even when I'm flaccid. But with my gorgeous crush Ming Zhao, and that adorable beefcake Natalie wearing those scant, sexy bathing suits, I'm terrified I might pop a boner that I won't be able to hide— It takes every ounce of my willpower not to take peeks at the beautiful women as I stand beside them, awaiting guests to service.

The ladies who were—just a minute ago—doing important tasks, crowd around to ogle me in my scant towel, taking the occasional picture; I flush deep red, and try not to buckle under their hungry-eyed glares.

From the throng of ogling onlookers comes the lone woman who has actual business here; she's a foxy forty-something, and her graceful visage is contorted with mild confusion, but obvious lust as she addresses the giant woman standing beside me, "Excuse me, miss, where are the attendants?"

Natalie fidgets with her heaving bikini top as she stammers out, "Um, uh, *cough* uh, w-we're the bellhops."

"How? You're barely clothed!"

"W-when we took a break out of time, our boss decided to p-p-punish us by making us work… dressed like this."

"It's sophomoric, demeaning, hazardous, and almost certainly illegal." Ming Zhao says, resolute in hating our situation.

"Well, I know I approve of this decision wholeheartedly." the older woman comments, eyeing my half-naked body like a piece of meat. "You, strapping young buck, what's your name?

"Ahab." I squeak out.

"Ah, Ahab, my bags, if you could kindly."

"Yes ma'am," I say, accepting the leather-bound cases from the leering cougar.

As I walk away, she gives my ass a powerful slap, prompting me to give a shocked yelp while I run the parcel to the back counter; behind me, I hear Ming Zhao giving the dirty minx a cussing out she won't soon forget.

I travel across a no man's land of over-appreciative, catcalling, groping women—known also as the lobby—over to where another, more well-dressed bellhop awaits; she's a young woman of average everything, with cute bangs, slight chub, and a perverse demeanor. Her eyes are as wide as dinner plates, and looking me up and down, with a particular focus right on my barely-obscured crotch; although I blush, there's no escape from her shameless leering with the bags occupying my hands.

"Hey Ahab, the boss told me that you and Nat are being punished~" she teases as I approach her at arms length.

"He said you two have to work in whatever you're wearing—" the fully-clothed luggage runner threatens, "—even if that's nothing."

She reaches out and grabs my towel— I start to panic, wondering, 'Is this girl actually audacious enough to strip me naked in the lobby!?'

My worries are affirmed when the cruel teaser takes the wrap at my hips and rips it off; my dick flops into the open and she tosses the purloined towel into a passing luggage cart, before taking the opportunity to ogle my bare penis with wide eyes. "Ooooh~ is that what you've been hiding, Ahab?— It's better than I could have hoped for!"

I let out a squeak of abject humiliation as she gawps at my penis— no matter how **** I am to cover up, bags occupy both my hands, and I'm **** to just stand there and suffer; I blush bright crimson under my coworker's unyielding ocular ****.

"Aww, here, let me get these for you, Sexy." My odious coworker coos. She takes the bags, then, laughs and winks at me before running off towards the nearest elevator, luggage in hand and a kiss blown my way.

For far too long, the women behind me have been able to see my entire ass— I've heard their gasps and giggles. With blood burning in my reddened ears, I throw both hands down to cover my bare cock before anybody sees everything I have to hide, but the traded whispers and coy grins of several ecstatic women—plus two elated men—tells me I'm too late. They've seen it ALL.

And just when I think my humiliation has reached its worst point, a salvo of loud wolf whistles pierce the air behind me, clearly directed at my exposed bubble butt. I look backwards in indignation and humiliation to find the culprits, but I am horrified when I see…