Run for the nearest exit!

The ladies fondling and manhandling me had formed a tight circle to prevent anyone from stopping their cruel games; specifically Zelda, who was still trying to get to me. And failing.

"This boy is hung!"

"Oh my God! He's actual size!"

"What the fuck does that mean, Kristen?"

"I'm not sure, but I want to touch him all over! He is S-e-x-x-y!"

The rapacious attendees decided to play a game called: "Can we fit three hands on his cock at once?" I grunt and struggle uselessly against the innumerable invasive hands crawling all over my nude form. Eventually enough women get their mitts on my cock to discover that the answer is yes.

While poor Zelda is shoved to the floor by the rowdiest bitch in the "let's **** this guy" circle, the girls assaulting me decide they'd like a little one-on-one time with their victim.

A Black woman with cat-eye glasses is tugging at my rock-hard dick, laughing in delight; allies of hers are holding my arms behind my back using the principles of leverage, so I can't fight back— I can barely even writhe. I'm blushing and moaning as she strokes me against my will.

An employee-only door rests indented in the nearest wall; I've found my escape route! But how do I make these horrid women let me go?

Maybe…

When another girl's supple hand wraps around my erection to give me a thorough feeling up, I moan, buckle my knees and shout, "I'm gonna cum!"

The women crowding me all scream in delight and back away to watch the show, but, although my penis throbs; they don't get the finish they desire. I sprint and shove my way straight to the employee's back-area, bowling over any molesters I need to to reach my salvation.

I crash through the service door and slam it shut behind me, panting; though my sex is still overstimulated and throbbing, I assume I at least have an ounce of privacy.

That would be too easy, wouldn't it? There's one person in here besides me: Standing at the far side of this narrow backroom is The Mystery Woman. I'm blushing bright crimson— there's no doubt in my mind she's eyeing me from head, to toe, to erect penis.

She's facing right towards me, a giant screwdriver held in her otherwise graceful, gloved hands; its tip is crammed into the neck joint of her diving helmet— whoever she is, she's **** to get that thing off.

She pries violently at the joint of her helmet until it finally releases; my mysterious savior places a hand on each side of her cumbersome headgear and gingerly lifts it off of herself.

My jaw drops. Holy shit. She's!— she's!— I can barely believe what I see under my sexy heroine's helmet.

It's her.

I see the seductive visage of Ming Zhao checking me out.

The beauteous businesswoman stalks over to me, both eyes locked onto my raging hard-on, a sexual smirk decorating her lipstickless mouth; she looks right into my blushing face and, dropping her gaze back down to my throbbing manhood, says, "And here I thought I was only getting a kiss."

The black latex of her gloved hand clamps onto my ass and pulls me in close; I feel her perfect breasts squish into my bare chest and gasp at the boldness of her motion.

My gorgeous crush has made her move, but…