You agree to help.

"Sure. It's the least I can do. So, what are we selling?"

She grins, and thinks for a moment. "Maybe we should get to know each other first. I mean learn each other's names of course. I've learned plenty about you today."

You blush, but manage to give her your name. "I like that." She says. "My name's Kyra. Nice to meet you." You nod silently, still reeling from the day's events, just happy to be fully clothed, trying your best no to think about the numerous photos of your shameful little secret are being posted all over the internet right now.

"So... what do you sell?"

Before she can answer, she pulls to a stop in the driveway of a large, blue house. A number of cars are already parked in the driveway, causing you some confusion, but you shrug your shoulders, and climb out of the car. She pulls a bag from the trunk. "Alright, just listen, and do everything I tell you. I think you're gonna be able to help me out quite a bit." You don't have time to ask any questions, as she whisks you up the driveway to the front door. A blonde woman about Kyra's age answers the door, letting you both into the sprawling home. You don't have much time to take it all in, before you're dragged into a large living room. What looks to be about a dozen women, most of them quite attractive, all sit around on different pieces of furniture. They seem to have been waiting for you, as they perk up as soon as Kyra walks into the room.

"Sorry I'm late, ladies, but I promise it was worth it." She sets down the bag with a thud, and gestures for you to step forward. Reluctantly, you obey, as she speaks to the women, making her way around behind you, and resting a hand on your shoulder. You twitch slightly at her touch. "This is a friend of mine I met today, and I wanted you to meet him too. You see..."

Suddenly you feel Kyra pull your hands behind your back. Cold steel cuffs click into place, and before you can react to that, you feel her yank the ill fitting sweatpants to your ankles. Gasps come from the women staring at you, followed by quiet giggling, that turns into all out laughter. You turn bright red, and try to hide yourself, but Kyra slaps your ass, causing you to involuntarily thrust your hips forward. Once the laughter dies down, she continues speaking, as you stand, frozen in fear, naked in front of a room full of women.

"I am sure this is a familiar sight to a lot of you. You have a few drinks, agree to go home with a guy, get all excited, only to find out he has a useless little baby dick. I mean, probably not this small, but still small." Her harsh words make your exposure even more painful, as you become incredibly aware of the women staring directly at your crotch, and gleefully whispering to each other. "When this happens, what are we supposed to do? Just take one for the team? Ridiculous."

Kyra then reach into her bag and pulls out...