That Bellhop with the bangs is giving him grief.

It's anything but difficult to follow those worrying cries of; "Get away! Stop it!" and I only have to turn around to find the problem. Some average-looking girl with bangs is playing with Ahab's towel; she keeps flipping it up like it were a skirt, displaying his incredible ass to the lobby's leering patrons with every ascending swipe, and, to a few lucky women on the other side— his thick manhood.

But he isn't freaking out about any of that, rather, he's trying to lean away from the dead spider his coworker is dangling mere inches from his handsome visage.

"C'mon! Get away! Stop that!"

"But Mr.Spider just wants to say 'hi'~!"

I must say I appreciate her technique: It's simple, effective, sexy, and doesn't involve groping him. An audience of titillated women—myself included—get to ogle his epic bubble-butt while he's none the wiser. This incredible scene unfolds for only a couple seconds before the blonde Amazonian beside me starts hyperventilating.

The perverted young reprobate torments the poor hunk until she too hears Natalie's flustered breaths, and one glance at her manager's muscular body is enough to make her pale; after glancing up at my ripped friend's red face—and mistaking her arousal for anger—she drops the towel and spider, unfortunately ending Ahab's titillating tease, and tears off.

As she flees, the slacker-girl shouts, "IwasjustgettingbacktoworkMissManagersirpleasedon'tfireme!"

Ahab, now freed from the wrath of Mr.Spider—and the peepshow he didn't know he was putting on—tries to compose himself. But the lustful glares and shameless catcalls of the women occupying the lobby prevent this, so he just squirms in an embarrassed fluster.

Seeing his distress, I beckon the hapless hunk into a shallow alcove between a support beam and a potted plant; he rushes into it with immense relief. This man is so sexy when he's blushing~

Reaching my hand towards him with an eyebrow raised, I tease, "So, do I get to touch, or only look?"

Ahab jerks away from me and shrinks into himself, "I still can't believe you abandoned me with those tourists." He gets a little choked up as he says, "I was so scared— if-if it wasn't for Natalie, they would've **** me. And you… you just… ran."

It's painful to hear him speak like that; he sounds genuinely hurt. Flinching back from his words, I steady myself to speak.

"I would never abandon you, Ahab. Look." I say, while opening my left hand. His jaw drops and his heart melts when he lays eyes on what rests on my open palm: A small pile of smashed memory cards. Camera memory cards.

"I wanted to pry those lousy perverts off of you, but I when I couldn't— I figured I could at least pilfer their pornographic souvenirs."

I want to admit to the sexy, bashful man that I'd not prevented all of his nudes from leaving the premises, so I begin explaining, "Now, I couldn't grab all of them, but…"

Before I can finish my sentence…