We're alone together at this nightmarish barbecue.

As my harried gaze snaps around the crowded poolside scene for my crush, I wither and blush; realizing Ming Zhao isn't anywhere in sight nor answering Zelda's manic pleas. She might still be nearby, I tell myself as embarrassment and unwanted arousal nearly make me catatonic.

Although I can't thank my little librarian friend enough for saving me from more full-frontal nudity, I'm still too mortified to vocalize it; with steam pouring out of my ears like a runaway train, I barely hear my cowering gal pal say, "Sorry Ahab, that was a reflexive scream for help… I don't think Ming Zhao's in city limits right now."

"Don't be, I'm sorry I put you in this mess."

"Heh, we really need to hang out with your clothes on sometime right?" Zelda japes as she slows the nervous strokes on my cock.

"Yeah, but you being naked with me always makes these horrible, horrible moments more bearable."

Her bare breasts rubbing into my back slightly, she flushes and says, "Aw crap that's right, I'm topless and bottomless."

"Well it's a good look on you, miss naked-pants." I finally get comfortable after having a little laugh at the blonde girl's expense, and suddenly, we're just chatting in front of the drunk onlookers.

"Oh yeah, How's the library doing? The city hasn't done another budget cut, have they?"

Zelda and I manage to enjoy a little catching up despite the predicament nstead of letting us have our heart-to-heart, Betty proves vexed by the lack of dick and chooses to torment us further.

Slurring her words, the drunken, bikini-clad bombshell slaps Zelda's hands off my throbbing manhood; exposing my everything to the salivating crowd once again as the blondie's bikini top floats down to the dew speckled lawn.

"Hahaha! Now that's what I call entertainment!" Shouts a prodigiously racked Indian lady between chuckles as she ogles me.

"He's just so happy to see us, look at the way it throbs~"

"He's hot, he's hung, and he's all tied up like a pretty little whore— what more could you ask for?"

"His dick in my hand? Hahaha!"

My solid wall of **** admirers break my resolve, eyeing me like nothing more than an object while my poor friend nurses her knuckles; with their lurid, titillated cruelty, they reduce me to begging.

"No!! Please stop this!! Let me go, let me get dressed— I can't take this anymore!"

Betty—finally tearing her licentious stare from my quavering cock—gives me a disgusting ultimatum, "Okay, fine. We'll let you get dressed…"

"…If you whack off that delicious cock for us right here and now— blow us girls a huge load. An' if you chicken out, I'll kick you out the front door naked, with your hands tied behind your big, round tushy." She slaps my ass for emphasis. "We'd all love to watch you get arrested for exposure while that big, juicy wiener bounces around, but I'd rather see you cum like a geyser!"

A topless, flat-chested woman by her side pipes up, "Ooh! Wait, Betty— I want to watch Zelda jack him off!"

"Yeah, a tiny woman's mouth on his garden hose would be soooooo hot!"

"Hahaha! I like that." Betty agrees with a an aroused chuckle; playing with her silky black tresses while she bites her lip and eyes my crotch, the hostess preps the main event, "So, either you and your 'little' girlfriend give us a show to remember, or you're going streaking~"

Her finger slides up my cock's underside, and I buckle at the knees, face bright crimson.