Striptease in a supply closet.

You begin to stir, mind abuzz with memories unpleasant and heavenly. Recolections of embarrassment, mocking, evil girls and countless humiliations mix with the warm, loving comfort you felt before blacking out.

When you look down at yourself, you find that you're not technically naked… a skimpy piece of men's lingerie obscuring your cock. And when you cast your gaze up, your blush returns; there are two sexy girls staring at your half-naked body as you awaken: Candy, mocking you with just her gaze, and Denise, standing as nude as you are, fidgeting while her eyes drink in your near-nudity.

Candy coos, "Aw, looks like Aurora over here is finally awake." she stalks over and helps you to your feet, grinning mischievously as she guides her deft hands into your underwear, "C'mon, let's take a look at Sam's teeny weeny."

The cheerleader yanks down your only cover, giggling as your face reddens vibrantly— your cock on unwilling display to your crush once again. Candy's humiliating laughter evolves into a cackle as she belittles you, "Hahaha! Oh man— It's even smaller than I remember!"

"Candy! Don't be a bitch!" Denise shouts, a look of secondhand embarrassment decorating her beautiful face.

"What'd I do? I clearly remember you saying how badly you wanted to see Sam's penis!"

The statuesque Jock stutters—betrayed by her ally—long enough for you to pull the lingerie back up. "Really?" you ask, still trembling with the residual embarrassment of Candy's size-teasing.

Denise casts her gaze down and away from you, blushing faintly, "Sam, I fucking love you, and I love your cock, and I want to see you naked so bad, but…" she looks you in the eye, "I want it to be on your terms."

Effortlessly shoving Candy off, you take a step towards your gorgeous, yet apprehensive crush; you grab her around the shoulders and waist, pulling her down to dirty-talk, "Listen, if my girlfriend wants to see me naked— she's getting a show."

You give her a firm kiss on the lips, then saunter away to give the sexy Jock a striptease— a difficult task when you're only wearing skimpy, provocative briefs, but one you were eager to accomplish.

Gyrations, you figured, were the best starting point and—judging by the aroused ogle Denise is giving you—it's working. Flexing your well-defined abs, you pull down the front of the lacy waistband until the base of your shaft is bared; a hunger burning in Denise's eye sets your loins aflame, but it's called a tease, and you re-cover your goods, turning away from the Jock's lascivious gaze— denying her the nudity she so badly desires.

Wiggling your bubble-butt , you pull the lingerie into a wedgie— making a spectacle of your perfect ass, gyrating sensually as you tease the waistband. Candy has joined your half-naked girlfriend in masturbating to your show, and as you shake your ass for them, the two women cry, "Take. It. Off!"

And you oblige, ripping the provocative little garment off your sexy bod, letting those hotties drink in the sight of your bare ass. Their cheers and wolf-whistles finally make you confident in your sexual worth, and with a seductive grin, you turn around to show them the goods.

"Whoa." They breathe in unison.

Biting her lips, and devouring your naked body with her eyes, Denise pulls off her thong, and asks if you want to fuck. Leering back at her curvaceous, towering form with equal, insatiable lust, all you can say is, "God, yes."