Flawlessly, even if I’m humiliated by it.

With the cum cleaned off my chest, and the four sexy girls fully informed of how this gambit for comeuppance will play out, I get back to Ruby’s studio.

‘Accidentally’ keeping my hands at my sides, I let the perverted photographer—and a dozen other women—watch my penis dangle as I walk back into main room. I’m still super embarrassed by all those eyes on my naked body, so I rush to cover myself up again once she’s gotten the full show, but based on the trail of drool dripping down Ruby’s chin, my plan is going to work like a charm.

While that redheaded imp ogles me in silent, slack-jawed delight, I sit back down onto the settee, doing my best not to flash the crew again as I grab another napkin to hide my willy.

Wolf whistles and lewd comments have polluted the air either way.

Ruby wipes the spot of saliva from her lips, and strolls right on up to where I’m displaying 95% of my naked body for her. Placing a tiny hand on my pec, the diminutive woman leans in and says, “Aw, back so soon, Zachy? I was afraid we might have to cancel for the day~”

As she looms over me, trying her best to **** her position of authority, I do something she doesn’t expect. Flirtatiously smirking, I pull Ruby even closer to my smoldering, narrowed eyes.

The girl’s expression changes from her smile of cruel domination, to a shocked gasp. Our lips are barely an inch apart, and I make no movements to bring her any further away than that. When Ruby begins stammering with lust wild in her eyes, drumming her fingers across my pecs and massaging my barely-covered cock with her thigh, I put a finger over her mouth.

She looks like she might keel over from sheer arousal, and that’s precisely what I want. I brush a lock of her away from her face, and ask, “What’s with that look, Red? Shouldn’t you get back to the shoot?”

“Yes! Come on Ruby! Let’s get this wrapped up!” A jealous Beatrix agrees more adamantly than necessary, wobbling in her high heels while the small woman in question stumbles off of me. Ruby’s shoe catches on something, but it takes a second to realize that.

I feel another blush heat my face up like a boiling kettle when I follow the room’s ogles to find that the napkin has shifted off my semi-erect penis again, but I single out Fareehah and Tess’ approving gazes to keep myself sane as I ‘readjust’.

Modesty was never going to be part of the plan, but that giggling laughter still abases me.

Ruby points the camera towards my humiliated, reclined form, and I swear I can see a dark spot on the crotch of her jeans.

Phase one complete.