She motions for a volunteer.

Walking me around the circumference of the cheering, wolf whistling crowd by the invisible string she tied to my privates, the curvaceous Mime stops in her tracks, and turns me so I'm faced at the perfect angle for the most women to see my naked penis. She brings a gloved hand down to my crotch, and I flinch, but she only strokes it for a quick second before bringing her hand around in a sweeping motion— the same one used by people who want to show off a product on TV; this product being my **** genitals.

The faces of the audience beam, and the crowd cheers, hoots, and laughs! A particularly loud wolf whistle cuts above the din of giggles, and makes my face burn Ruby-red. The Mime makes a big show of pantamiming laughter, before giving me a big kiss on the cheek.

Wrapping an arm around my invisibly-bound, blushing body, the beautiful busker does something that makes the hairs on my neck stand up.

She motions for a volunteer.

The crowd starts going absolutely berserk— a frenzied mass of titillated women all shouting, "Pick me! Pick me!" and shoving at each other, so that they might be the lucky lady who gets to assist my captor with her next humiliating act. But the Mime—who is presently using her free hand to squeeze and fondle my ass—takes her sweet time deciding.

She plays a silent game of 'who gets to be my lucky assistant' for what feels like hours, not apparently satisfied with any one woman in attendance. But, soon, two more ladies join the crowd, and that, is when worse comes to worse.

Because those newcomers are Macy, and Ming Zhao.

I watch the two sultry bombshells shove their way to the front of the screaming, catcalling crowd of overeager volunteers, clearly confused about the commotion. The expressions of my perverted coworker, and the gorgeous businesswoman I'm crushing on shift from befuddlement to sexual exhilaration upon seeing me naked, trapped in the voluptuous Mime's grasp.

"Whoa!" Ming Zhao says, staring straight at the treasure standing full-mast between my legs.

My lustful, busty coworker Macy, ogling the same part of my nude body, joins the mob with a loud wolf-whistle. If I wasn't blushing scarlet in overwhelming humiliation before— I am now.

"Hey Ahab, you never told me you busked! If I'd have known, I would've attended every performance— that is one nice dick!"

"Preach!"

"You look so good naked, I'm not sure I want to see you with clothes on again!" The impassioned businesswoman shouts.

I mutter to myself in growing terror. "Oh my God… this can't be happening. This can't be happening!" The blood in my face is pounding so hard I can barely make out the cheers of adulation.

Raquel hears me panic at my crush's teasing, and finally makes her decision. A gloved hand picks the sexy lady adorned in the yellow sundress out of the mob, and beckons her hither; Ming Zhao smiles from ear to ear and, with more than a hint of excitement, asks the Mime,"Me?"

The street performer with the DD-cup breasts nods enthusiastically at my crush and waves her over again. The businesswoman's high heels click rhythmically on the concrete as she struts towards me; the grin on her beauteous face is devilish, and she can't contain her excitement for what might come next.

I blush scarlet and squirm, trying to escape the voluptuous busker offering me to my crush, but alas, she still has me by that string around my balls; there's no escaping this.

Ming Zhao looks me up and down, taking her sweet time checking out every last inch of my naked body now that she's only inches away herself; after a long, long minute of ogling, she makes intense eye contact with me and beams. "This is going to be so, so much fun, Ahab."

The Mime helps her enthusiastic new assistant prepare for their first trick together by whispering into her ear. All I can do is blush as they silently confer the machinations of my next humiliation. The most worrying thing is that my crush giggles louder every time the Mime whispers to her.