Embarrassing Photo Op

While my painted tormentor and long-time crush confer over their plan, I do everything I can to wiggle out of my invisible binds. I'm at a loss as to how this "Raquel" was able to lasso me; I don't feel any fishing wire or anything similar digging into me, so what the hell is keeping my arms pinned to my sides? Unfortunately, all of this wriggling and writhing is causing my cock to flop around, drawing more catcalls and whistles my way. I'm amazed by the creativity these women have with their never ending lewd comments-- "Woo! Someone get some powdered sugar for that treat! It looks delectable, but I'll need something more before it goes in my mouth!", "God, look at that poor guy! He looks like he can't handle the adoration of a score of women. How weird!", "What a great performance!" --but my embarrassment is a more powerful emotion than being impressed, leaving my red cheeks without rest.

While trying to break free of my invisible binds, I fail to notice the busty mime dragging a chair behind me and standing atop it. Only when my arms suddenly break free do I feel something amiss. I turn around and she's holding her fingers in a scissor-shape, smirking down at me and snipping the air. My eyes widen and I move to run, elated to be free of the binds (although I can still feel the pressure of the knot around my dick), but before I'm able to dash away, she raises her arms.

Simultaneously my arms raise at my sides. I'm befuddled, heart thumping loudly as she bounces her arms up and down, fingers spread, and my body mimics the motions. A welling panic rises in my chest as the audience cheers, and I notice with horror that the crowd is getting bigger.

Suddenly I feel my arms move again, one folding behind my head and the other resting on my knee, my body bending to the side in a lunge that shows my rippling muscles off to every on-looker. My bubble-butt sticks out as my hips thrust slightly backward, but of course, my (thankfully) soft member is ever in view. A quick glance behind me reveals a towering mime mimicking every position I make- no, no. I'm mimicking her. Compelled to by an unknown ****. It clicks together just as I hear a vocalized 'click' in front of me.

I bring my attention back forward and see Ming Zhao standing with her hands held in front of her face like she's holding a camera, one eye closed as she stands in various positions, miming taking pictures of me. My chest seizes at the idea that my crush is staring at me in these compromising, sexy positions, even if she isn't taking real pictures. Suddenly my body shifts and I'm leaning back, hands on both knees as my legs spread apart.

The crowd goes nuts each time the position changes, and voices soar above the mess of girls to my ears, most of the shouts suggestions for new, embarrassing poses for the amazing Raquel to **** me into. I go through every form I've ever seen on a magazine: Blowing a kiss with my hand on my hip, rubbing a hand down my body while biting my lip, combing my fingers through my hair while sticking my ass out.

I make the mistake of glancing behind me throughout this. The curvaceous mime is leading by example, and with her proportions and sexual demeanor I quickly grow a hard-on. This is received incredibly well by the on-lookers, and the next few photos are that much more enticing. We shift into a few positions that are more suited to show off my muscular build: Flexing my bisceps, thrusting my hips out & tightening my abs, kneeling down and tensing up my legs and back. It doesn't do much for Raquel-- although she is decently well-defined-- but with what I've got, I can even see a few watching girls panting with their tongues hanging out.