Zelda "helps"

The dogs were let off their leashes a while ago, and the drunken party girls double-fastened my wrists' knots to keep me displayed as securely—and nakedly—as possible while I cry for help.

"Ahab?" The blonde bibliophile says conversationally at my pleas, turning her head away from her reading for the first time in hours; upon seeing the screaming pandemonium that surrounds me, she shouts, "What in the fuck?!" And leaps to her sandaled feet.

She gets her polka dot bathing suit tugged down—and slightly torn—by Thomas Jefferson on her race over, leaving a lot of skin as she scrambles to where these sexy, sexy ladies are tormenting me; her bubblegum pink flip-flops slapping against her heels with each bouncing stride.

Zelda's eyes snap wide open as my huge, lipstick-coated cock throbs into view past the wasted porn-photographers, and she even wolf-whistles while ogling at my crotch.

"I'll never get tired of seeing that thing… it's so hot… so big…" she stops gawking when she sees my distressed face and ammends, "I mean— I'll save you Ahab!"

"It's _'_good' to see you Zelda." I breathe out and mean it— especially enjoying the blondie's reassuring boast as I flirt, "I'll make sure to pay you back if you rescue me, Supergirl." somehow even winking at her despite my soul-crushing mortification.

"Hey!" A voice in the crowd shouts, "You know this hunk?"

"Yeah what gives? I want one of him!"

My friend swells with pride on account of being the only woman present to already know me… and it's not the only thing about Zelda I can see swelling. Her burgeoning erection is now a subject beside mine for the cameras to immortalize, and I cast my gaze down; biting my lip a little too hard when I see her 'lady parts' poking out of her cute swimsuit bottoms. Her bikini bottoms are promptly torn off her hips by a hand from the licentious mob.

Zelda squeaks, turns pink, then shrieks when she notices the innumerable eyes trained on her stiffened womanhood.

"Aww, looks like someone's come out to play~"

"Whoa! Two cocks for the price of one!"

"I'm even more jealous now— just look at the way he's checking her out!"

"Oh my God, yeah, he wants that dick."

"Well, I've got another dirty picture I will treasure forever…"

Scorching crimson alongside me under these disgusting catcalls, Zelda shrieks. Not any particular words, just shrieks.

Although similarly humiliated, the bespectacled cutie isn't fettered the way I am, and sprints behind me to shield herself from the seemingly infinite number of phones and cameras pointed our way; before I can curse her for throwing me and my naked cock under the bus, Zelda uses her own swimsuit top to hide my throbbing sex. That's… so selfless!

It also means she's butt-naked back there, and she starts grinding her bare tits into my back, while fretting, "Oh, Ahab— this is so embarrassing! What do we do?! Whatdowedo!?"

Holy shit. The fingers on this woman, she's so anxious that she can't keep them still— rubbing and stroking my cock, whimpering while she inadvertently pleasures me. Her actions prompt loud moans to escape my lips, and as we tremble in acute embarrassment, the librarian with her delicate hands wringing my dick shouts out, "Ming Zhao!! Help!!"