The Muslim girl, no hesitation.

Despite the intense humiliation of further exposure, I rip one hand away from my throbbing erection, and point straight at that sexy Arabic girl who’s been harassing me, to say, “I pick, uh, her! In the hijab!”

“Oh?” Ruby asks, almost more surprised at my decision than me, “Well step right on up you lucky lady. You’re gonna be seeing a lot more of this sexy stud soon.”

The crowd groans with disappointment as the Headscarfed cutie shoves forward towards where I’m shivering with shame; it’s blatant that she views me as a prize, and thus far my discomfort hasn’t dissuaded her advances in the slightest, but I think she’s smoking goddamn hot— hijab and all. Sexiness probably (definitely) wasn’t a good reason to make the choice, but it’s not like I can go back now.

“Please, Introduce yourself.” Ruby says, inaugurating the Muslim girl to her fold, “Zachy here should know the name of the girl who’ll know what every last inch of him looks like.”

Failing to suppress a giggle, the young woman says to me, “Hello, My name is Fareehah Campbell! I’m 22 years old, I’m studying for a job in animation, and I can’t believe I’ve been blessed enough to meet a real nude model!”

“What?! I’m not a nude model!!”

“Oh? Then where are your clothes? Why are you naked? And why have I seen your penis?” Her salacious gaze drifts down my naked body until it connects with that throbbing appendage down south, and she says, “It is beautiful, you know… ”

Fareehah looks me dead in my eyes with a look of unrestrained sexual euphoria, and grabs my cock. She gives it a couple thorough strokes while giggling, and gets a spot of pre-cum on her delicate hand. My heart catches in my throat as this beautiful, modest girl almost gives me a public handjob.

Letting my penis go, the headscarfed hottie says, “You made the right choice, choosing me, mister model… now please, what’s your name again?”

“Z-Z-Zachariah.” I quaver, barely getting the word to escape my throat in all the humiliation.

Maintaining her lustful eye contact, she licks my juices off her palm, and BEAMS, “You won’t regret your decision, Zachariah.”

A bakers-dozen of jaws drop, utterly dumbfounded by Fareehah‘s audacity; mine most of all. A now jealous camerawoman places her tiny hand on my ass to get us moving to our embarrassing destination.

While my group walks away, my face continues blazing crimson, unable to grapple with her perversion— especially with these other ladies’ inability to stop touching my ass.

And just when I move my hands away from my rock-hard cock to repel Ruby and Camilla’s incessant groping, another group of women walks past. Wolf-whistles, laughter, and lurid comments paint the air, while a deep redness paints my face.

I couldn’t want this goddammed day to end any sooner.