Chapter 111

Phil went out the front door and crossed straight to the car; me, not so much. Still naked- no, really, worse than naked - I peered around the corner of the doorway and out onto the street.

About the only thing to be thankful for was that Phil had parked the limo right at the curb across from the doorway, so at least I didn’t have to walk across the street bare-assed. And I had the cooler in front of my caged cock. It didn’t do much to hide the plug in my ass, though.

Phil unlocked the trunk without a comment or glance at my nakedness. Perhaps this sort of thing happened all the time to limo drivers?

I bent over and slid the cooler into the trunk. I closed the lid and stood on the curb side of the car, my hands over my crotch and the cock-cage. It didn’t do much to protect my modesty.

“Here,” Phil said, handing me his driver’s hat. I was confused for just a moment; why would I want to wear his hat? Oh, right, duh.

I gratefully took the hat and placed it over my crotch. It didn’t improve things much, but it was better than my hands.

“The hat’s not going to get you in trouble with the girls, will it?” Phil asked.

“Probably,” I said with a small shrug. I figured the punishment from Jess and Amelia couldn’t be much worse than jail-time after my indecent exposure charge. Would they at least let me get dressed before throwing me in the slammer?

A woman in her twenties walked down the street. She saw my not-well-hidden nudity and threw me a dirty look.

“Fucking pervert!” she hissed as she walked by. I smiled and nodded politely.

My next visitor was from our own building. Mary, our neighbor from down the hall, came out the building front door.

“Hey, Aaron,” she said with a smirk. She eyed me up and down.

“Hey, Mary. Nice day, eh?” I said, trying (and failing) to act casual.

“It’s getting better,” she said. “So, whatcha doin’?”