The doorbell chimed through the villa, its crisp tone cutting through the poolside quiet and sending a fresh jolt through Devon's exposed frame. Chloe glanced up from the mimosa tray with a knowing smile, her athletic body moving with effortless grace as she gestured toward the glasses. "Go on, then. Serve them properly, like we discussed."

Devon swallowed hard, his cock twitching visibly beneath the apron's inadequate hem as he lifted the silver tray. The weight of it steadied his hands, but nothing could mask the sway of his heavy length or the way the starched fabric brushed against sensitive skin with every step across the warm tiles. Lena and Sophia stepped onto the patio in a swirl of laughter and sunlit perfume, their eyes widening then sharpening with delighted curiosity at the sight of him. Lena's bold features lit up first, her phone already half-raised as she took in his nearly naked form—the dark, oiled muscles, the single apron tied low enough to hint at everything beneath. "Well, well," she purred, her voice carrying a mischievous edge that matched her reputation for capturing every risqué moment. "Chloe, you didn't mention the entertainment would be this... accommodating."

Sophia's gaze lingered longer, her yoga-toned figure settling into a lounge chair as she crossed her legs with deliberate slowness, a faint flush rising on her cheeks even as her lips curved in approval. "Look at you, Devon. So obedient already." Her words carried a sensual weight that made his pulse hammer, embarrassment flooding hot beneath his skin as their amused stares traced the outline of his balls and the growing swell of his cock, which betrayed him by thickening further under the attention. He bent at the waist to offer the first glasses, the apron riding up dangerously and exposing more of his ass to the open air, the cool breeze a stark contrast to the heat building low in his gut. Lena's fingers brushed his thigh as she took her mimosa—light, teasing, intentional—her touch sending sparks straight to his groin while she murmured, "Already half-hard for us? Good boy."

Chloe watched from the table's edge, her commanding presence a steady anchor amid the rising tension, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as Devon's breath caught and his arousal became impossible to hide. The guests' laughter mingled with the gentle splash of the pool filter, each glance and quiet comment layering fresh humiliation over the thrill coursing through him, his body responding eagerly to the public scrutiny even as his mind reeled at the exposure.

Apron of Humiliation