You unlock the handcuffs

It takes some awkward shuffling, but you manage to pick up the key and disengage the cuffs. Once one of your hands is free, you don't even bother with the other. You finally throw your hands over your cock. It's barely adequate to cover your throbbing 8 inch erection, but you feel slightly less exposed. With the cuffs dangling from your left wrist, you run into the villa courtyard and shut the gate behind you.

You're safe.

You lean back against the door, but your sigh of relief is interrupted at the sight before you. Bianca has her back to you, and she's sliding a white robe over her shoulders. If you'd been just a second quicker, you actually would have seen her completely naked. There must be a look of disappointment on your face, because she giggles when she turns around to look at you. She tightens the belt on the robe as she walks toward you, accentuating the curves of her body. You try not to stare at the way her cleavage bounces behind the silk robe as she walks toward you.

"Not nice of you to keep a girl waiting, Sam." She bends over in front of you to pick up her discarded swimsuit. You watch the back of the robe creep tantalizingly high on her bronze, toned legs. "I think I'll need to hang this up," she says about the wet swimsuit. Before you can respond, she lays it on your cock. Your erection, which you had forgotten was exposed again, was so hard that the light swimsuit didn't even move it. Bianca bites her lip as you awkwardly grab the swimsuit and try and position it so it better covers you.

"I don't think that's in your size, Sam," Bianca jokes.

You're so **** for something to wear that you might have considered putting it on, but quite frankly you couldn't even believe that Bianca could squeeze her curvy body into this thing.

"I'll leave it here to dry," she says as she picks up her purse. "I'll come by in the morning to pick it up."

The thought of Bianca returning in the morning fills you with anxiety at the thought of her subjecting you to more humiliation.... but your cock throbs behind your hands at the idea of seeing her again.

"Whatever," you say, forcing the thoughts from your head. You walk past the hot tub and across the courtyard, making a beeline for the door to the villa itself. "I just can't wait to put my clothes back on and -" you stop as your hand reaches the doorknob and finds it locked. "You've gotta be kidding me," you say.

You reluctantly turn around. Bianca has her purse over her shoulder. In one hand, she's holding the heels she'd worn at the nightclub. In the other, she's holding a key ring.

"Sorry, Sam," she says. "But our deal was just for the handcuff keys." She turns around, her ass bouncing behind the silk robe as she leaves for the villa gate. "Don't worry," she says. "I'm sure one of those cute sorority girls you're staying with has a key. They'd be happy to help a handsome young man like you."

"Wait, what?" you ask in a panic. "You're just going to leave me out here?"

Bianca stops with her hand on the gate, prepared to walk away. "You won't be alone for long. The nightclub has already closed. Your friends will be along soon."

You'd endured so much humiliation today. If you can just convince Bianca to let you inside the villa, it will finally be over.