She does, once I've had more than I can handle.

Despite knowing full well the futility of prying myself free of the unbreakable metal shackles I call 'Ming Zhao', I try anyway, tugging away from her deceptively strong hands like a misbehaving puppy.

My **** bid for freedom results not in Frost's Nude Male Revue ending, but instead in my raging erection bouncing tantalizingly around for her and Helen's wide-eyes. My humiliating display quells their ribald color commentary… and makes steam pour out my burgundy ears.

As I begin to disintegrate under these businesswomen's silent leers, I beg my crush to return to the land if the living, "Ming Zhao, please, please please either wake up or let me go!" Her coworker's stares break me, and I feel almost numbed by the overwhelming embarrassment as my knees begin to give way.

"Hello, I must be going now." Ming Zhao says with overdue suddenness—now that she's done rebooting. She wraps her powerful arms around me, and bolts away from this compromising encounter like greased lightning; she flees from Frost and Helen so fast she practically carries me all the way to her quarters. Wait, scratch that— She actually picked me up and ran. I'm launched through her door and only just manage to stay on my feet, watching in a mortified daze as my crush slams the door shut behind us.

Her breathing is heavy, her face is flushed and it takes her a second to compose herself. The sexy businesswoman turns around, red-faced, saying, "Oh my God, Ahab, I'm so sorry— there wasn't supposed to be anyone on the premises but there were, and then Director Frost saw us, and Helen from marketing, and then I seized up and—"

"It's okay."

"Wait, really?"

"Yeah, I mean… it's not the worst thing that's happened to me today— it's not even the worst that you've done, so there's that. I'm fine, really."

"You're good? Oh thank God. Good… Nice." Her expression goes hard once more; eyeing me from head to toe with that piercing gaze, Ming Zhao stalks hither. Once she's positioned herself dominantly over me again, she caresses my jaw in her hand, "This is going to be exhilarating. Ahab, Baby, I am going to ride you so rough it hurts. I'm thinking… cowgirl."

"Oh no— I get to top. You think I'm going to let you off that easy?" I say, hoisting her hands above her head and binding them with together with a certain lace undergarment.

"What the—!!!" Her eyes snap open, the panties she used to bind me now fettering her slender wrists.

"You humiliated me, Ming Zhao— and now you're going to suffer the consequences."

Gathering her body in my arms, I pin her strong limbs flat against her sexy frame, ensuring that she won't be able to break free as I seek my recompense. Ming Zhao flails, completely ensnared by my grasp; she sweats and swears as I open her sundress' buttons, popping them away until all her cleavage is exposed— until it's bundled fabric drapes off her shoulders in that sexy, sexy way. "Oh. You're going to get it now."

"No! No! Ahab!!!"

And while she screams for mercies undeserved, I commit a heinous, unforgivable action against her:

Blowing raspberries into her bare chest.

Wheezing an adorable snort of laughter that makes my heart melt, she shouts, "Hahaha! Cease and desist Ahab! Stop it! Hahaha! Stop it!"

"Never!"

I throw us onto her bed, where we fall into a pile of silken sheets we were looking forward to ruining. Holding her down for a more passionate kiss, our tongues dance in each other's mouths; my hands quickly become more comfortable on Ming Zhao's body, groping her tight buns and strong shoulders as I move to straddle her. I restrain her using my naked hips and a hand around each wrist.

My beauteous businesswoman is smirking expectantly underneath me, but… just as my hand settles on her breast, there's a knock on the door, which is odd and the picture abruptly changed.