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Chapter 24 by Speci@lty Speci@lty

Does this embarrassment get any worse?

We are done for the day. Or are we?

Once all the girls finished writing all over me they finally backed away; leaving me shaking with frustration and horniness. I collapsed into myself once again with my hands on my knees, pulse pounding, breath panting, and penis jutting straight forward. I was overwhelmed at this point. Stumbling forward, I found Scarlet again and literally fell into her. Supporting my weight she patted me on the back and planted soft kisses on my ear.

"Okay people, I think that's enough for today." Scarlet addressed the room as she stroked my hair.

There were a few moans and objections but ultimately nobody defied Scarlet's proclamation. Both Bridget and Ingrid came and took my left arm, wrapping it around both of them as they huddled together. My right arm remained around Scarlet who let me lean on her. As happy as I was that the trio was carrying me towards the door, supporting me by lifting both my arms gave my classmates one last look at my junk. The four of us walked through a sea of giggles and wolf whistles.

As we neared the exit, Shelly stopped us one last time holding up her camera. "Hey guys, before you leave, one last picture?" I shook my head immediately but that pretty much went ignored because apparently she only needed the girls' permission; all of whom happily nodded yes. The trio leaned in towards me grabbing my wrists with eager smiles on their faces as Shelly fired off her camera.

CLICK!

"Excellent, just one more for posterity."

CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

This was obviously way more than one. Unfortunately I didn't have the energy to fight off the girls or even attempt to cover myself. As embarrassing as it was, I stood meekly before Shelly's onslaught of photos; my face getting redder and redder with every shot of my dignity getting captured. Suddenly, Shelly stopped shooting (try saying that five times fast). Either she ran out of film or she has successfully preserved every angle of my nakedness; neither of which sounded good to me.

With a satisfied look on her face, Shelly waved us goodbye as we exited the restaurant. Days later I found out that she and the trio exchanged contact information. Shelly told them how she hung one of the pictures she took up on the wall of her restaurant. I was completely humiliated to discover that a naked picture of me holding onto three girls while covered in sharpie ink brought her more and more customers. I was immensely relieved when she had to take it down due to the health inspector arguing about maintaining a family establishment. Shelly replaced the full length photo with a cropped picture that only showed me from the waist up which the inspector found approvable. It was less embarrassing by comparison but when customers ask Shelly: "Who is that hunky guy with those three hot babes? Why is he shirtless and covered in writing? Why does his face look so red?" Shelly does not skimp on the details about that day. I certainly can't forget that day either, especially since Shelly sent us 'unedited' versions of that picture to our respective email addresses. I deleted mine instantly but Scarlet, Ingrid, and Bridget still carry their pictures around on their phones and occasionally show it to their friends (or anybody with eyes) whenever they feel like telling the story. Sometimes, Scarlet would still show me that picture as we reminisce and my face gets the same stupid look as I had in the photo. The first thing that still catches my attention (for many reasons) regarding that photo is the word SCARLET written quite visibly down my elongated penis. The story of my naked adventure became so popular, Shelly actually got the idea to rename her restaurant, 'Hunkies': Food for your Bellies and Eyes, in an attempt to draw in more customers. I still can't believe that it actually worked.

We are outside the restaurant, what happens to us next? Someone sees us? Do we get in a cab? Does it rain on us? Do we have to walk to our next destination?

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