A more spacious stage for my humiliation.

With women catcalling and groping my naked body like lecherous harpies the entire walk over, my boner only dies down by the very end of our humiliating trek; by which point my countenance is positively glowing crimson.

I think Wanda and Tess have been trying to console me, but I’m too far gone to accurately tell. If anything, having this drop-dead gorgeous Black woman staring at my bare ass is only making things worse for my embarrassment— I have kind of a huge crush on her, after all.

The photographers giggle at my shame, steam pours out my ears. You know the drill.

When we finally reach the other studio for our shoot, and before Fareehah or Camilla have the chance to spank me again, I rush in; desperate to escape the vulnerability of being naked outside. Once inside the facility, I can see how thoroughly Ruby wasn’t lying when she said these props couldn’t be moved— there’s a freakin’ crane in here. And… and… and a woman operating the crane. Staring straight at me. While I’m buck-ass nude.

Fuck.

The building is bustling with a half-dozen more girls, seemingly awaiting our arrival and thusly all gawking in my very, very naked direction. A tall, lanky woman with mousy-brown hair and glasses drops her pen after her wide-eyed gaze drifts south.

Double Fuck.