We scramble for a ride home.

Zelda grumbles expletives with both her ladylike hands clamped like vises onto her bared crotch; I'm shamefully grateful for the chances I've had to see her cock today, but now that that hot librarian is bottomless there's no way in Hell my own massive erecion is subsiding.

The three of us half-naked cosplayers follow Ming Zhao across the labyrinthine garage trying—and failing—to keep our privates covered as she leads us to her car.

She stops by her luxurious purple roadster, a gorgeous car in every way, and Ming Zhao's favorite show piece; the topless businesswoman gestures at it with ample pride, proclaiming our rescue as assured, "Ahab, Zelda, Natalie, we're headed home in style— plush leather seats, top of the line shocks, this baby's got it all."

"It's beautiful, Ming Zhao, but… it only has two seats."

"…"

We arrive at my car and I check my shorts for the keys. Inside the back pocket is a small fortune in condoms, and I suddenly remember these micro shorts aren't mine— they were that big-racked pervert's. There must be twelve condoms in here! How much sex does Macy have?!

That just means I need a spare—which isn't a worry, I've learned over a lifetime of humiliations to keep plenty—But when I try to bend over, my shorts bunch up, squeezing my dick and halting my legs' movements. Oh God. I need to lose them. Taking a deep breath, I drop my only garment to my ankles, baring myself to the beauties behind me; Ming Zhao whistles a low note as I kick my modesty away, "Damn Ahab…"

"Amen."

Face burning as they watch my bare ass flex and shake, I grope the underside of the vehicle for one of my eight spare keys. The moment I unlock the side door, Zelda dives inside, hands unmoved from her now erect sex. I giggle to myself at her understandable desperation for cover, completely empathetic in my own embarrassment. In spite of that desire for modesty, I invite the other women into the car instead of leaping inside myself… and it's really turning them on.

Natalie rubs her titanic mammaries into my back, and I gasp as her nipples stroke my sensitive skin; leaning in as far as she can, the buff blonde lady says, "Ahab… let's fuck." She nibbles my ear and gropes my cock, causing it to throb with blood, whispering in a sexy, breathless voice, "Can I ride shotgun? Or… would you prefer if I rode you?"

As I moan in reply, Natalie backs off of me, looking taken aback by her own forwardness, and while I'm scrambling for a decent reply, Ming Zhao pins me to the hood and kisses me; rubbing my throbbing sex between her latex-clad thighs as she traces a finger across my chest.

Smiling seductively, she looks down into my eyes and says, "Thanks for this forthcoming ride, Ahab, it means a lot to be pampered by such a sexy man. By the way… if you give me shotgun, I'll give you roadhead."

Natalie comes back to bite her lips and ogle me, barely stymieing her hyperventilation to whisper, "I want you inside me."

It's enough trouble not to blow my load here and now! Looking between the two gorgeous women eyeing my naked, spread-eagle body with unbridled lust, it seems I've an ultimatum…