Stay And Help

I let out a heavy sigh myself, and I shot her a smile as one of the guests snapped a photo of us. She reaches out to shake my hand, and I manage to remain calm as I reach out my own right hand, gently shaking hands. "Loved seeing a new face, and I loved seeing so much of you." She smiled broadly, taking longer than I'd expect to shake my hands, and we shared a few words before she politely left.

In the moment of silence that followed, I came to the conclusion that if my clothes would ever be ready that staying with them would increase my chances of actually getting them back. With her nearby, and with him still casually wrapped around me, It was surprisingly easy to address both of them. "Well, given my options, I think I will stay and help out ... at least until my clothes are ready.

I see her smiling back at me, and I feel him give me a friendly squeeze around the waist, "That's splendid news. I love working with you. So dedicated, and so willing to expose herself to new ideas." She coughs softly then, as we both try to ignore the double entendre, "The guests would also no doubt love to know you'll be staying a while longer. I'd expect even more guests to show up for the next show scheduled if it's known she'll be here."

'Wait, more guests than before ' I thought to myself, but then I remembered how much I liked making them happy, and that I already found the embarrassment worthwhile. Fortifying myself for the future, I stay the course and start helping get ready for the next show. Before I knew it, the crowd started to arrive, and I find myself the center of attention. I smiled at the crowd, making sure everything was set before the next show would start.

Once more, he puts an arm around me, his fingertips always seeming to hand just inches from my nipple, holding me tight before he whispers, "I hope you're ready for an encore ... 'cause you've drawn a massive crowd this time." I smile his way, managing somehow to put on a relaxed exterior, placing the happiness of others before my own.

Once more, I'm helping with simple tasks, and I'm more prepared this time for the sudden grabs of the animals at the food being offered, though at least once one of them bumps into my leg, and I have to work quickly to keep my balance. All the while, I'm aware of how many people are watching me, my naked body not hidden by anything, before the large crowd that surrounded me from every side.

I felt a dampness between my legs again, and try to do my best not to let it distract me as I entertain the crowd. The show seems to stretch on even longer than before as if he was pulling all the stops to keep my naked body so publically visible ... though, he may just love having so many people arrive for his show. 'Could I even bring myself to ask?' I thought, amused, as I fed another animal, my legs spread wide in hopes to help myself balance.

Once the event was finally over, I was once more called forward to take a bow, and once more he surprised me once again. His arm around my waist, holding me tight, he pushed a mic into my hands, and asked me, "In a few words, what interested you in helping out the Zoo today, let alone in such an open and public format?

Aware he was once again making a double entendre, which was not lost on many of the guests. Many laughed, hooted, and hollered at his comment, and as they slowly quieted down, I chose my words carefully.