Yes, but I get something tiny to cover up with.

Ruby pops out of her thoughts only once I’ve got my entire erection behind my hands. Frowning slightly now that it’s hidden from her gaze, the cruel photographer stalks towards me— a gleam of desire in her eyes.

“I guess I can’t just make a ‘non-nude’ model walk around butt-naked… even if I really want to.” She grabs my shoulders, looking up at me like I’m her long lost paramour, “It would be a crime against humanity to clothe you Sexy, but we’ll give you something to keep your dick hidden. Something really small, please.”

Gliding a finger down my chest until she reaches the base of my penis, Ruby tells her team, “If he can hide his entire boner, grab something smaller.”

Tess finds her jaw on the floor again, and remains locked onto her diminutive benefactor while she caresses me. My cock being the only part of me that’s hidden right now, I feel the other three women’s leers burning into my backside like a blowtorch— dreading what they’ll give me to ‘wear’ outside.

“Here. It’s the only thing we have.” Camilla says with a malefic grin, when she hands me the emptied bottle of body oil.

Apart from Wanda, laughter floods the room; I turn crimson as I try to cover up using the oil. Ruby guides me out into the damning sunlight with a hand on my ass; the cascading beams of incandescent evil striking my well-oiled skin like a spotlight.

I begin hyperventilating, or at least, I think this is the nascent phase of a panic attack.

In the distance—yet way too close for my poor heart—a gaggle of girls can be heard giggling. The mere sound of their laughter sends blood rushing two disparate directions within me, and I can see Ruby eating up my misery like it were a four course feast.

“Did you hear about the nude model they have here today?”

“Oh, Hell to the yes!”

“Picture all that bare skin… the supple curve of their ass…”

“Yeah, but the nude model’s just a girl, like us.”

“Yeah, and I’m a huge lesbian— let me be excited about this.”

“Oh totes, I’m just saying if there was a naked guy around here… God, I’d make him wish he had clothes.”

“Hehehe, naked boy… a hunky naked boy…”

“Christ, I love cocks.”

Throughout their conversation, Ruby’s expression shifts from interest, to disappointment, to unadulterated joy. While my mind is overwhelmed, she opens her mouth as if to shout. Besides just the humiliation, I’m sweating 9mm bullets in pulse-pounding fear, But…