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 trunk 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 still 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. A girl of perhaps five or six walked along side her. She saw my not-well-hidden nudity and quickly slapped her hand over the eyes of the girl.

“Fucking pervert!” she hissed as she walked by.

“Mom! Mom! That man-” the girl started to say before “Mom” shushed her and hurried her off.

I smiled and nodded politely as she walked on by.

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’?”

I shrugged. “Nothing much, just waiting for Jess and some friends to come out.” Totally casual.

“That so? And you’re waiting outside, in public, in the nude?” she asked lightly.

“Uh,” I said, trying quickly to think of a response. “I’m not nude. I have this hat.” Totally smooth.

Striking like a cobra, she swiped out and grabbed the hat from my hands, whipping it away and stepping back from me. I took half a step forward to grab it then stopped; moving any further would have exposed my ass which was at least mostly hidden by the side of the limo. I moved my hands down to cover my crotch.

“Mary! Please! Give it back!” I hissed, craning my neck around to see if anyone was watching. At that moment, no one was. Except Phil who was ignoring everything like a true professional.

Mary twirled the hat on her finger as she looked down at what it had been hiding. My hands were over my crotch for the most part but the cock cage was impossible to hide fully.

“What the hell is that?!” she exclaimed, pointing at it.

“Um, it’s, uh, a cock-cage,” I said as softly as I could. Phil coughed at that but said nothing. He wasn’t getting paid enough to intervene on this kind of crazy ass, freaky, white-people shit.

“What’s it for?” she asked, frowning.

“It keeps me from getting aroused,” I answered.

“Fuck, for real? Let me see it,” she said.

“I can’t. Please, just give the hat back,” I pleaded.

“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. Let me see it first.” She crossed her arms over her chest while she waited.

I looked around again; fortunately, there was still no one in sight just then. I moved my hands to either side, exposing the clear plastic device to Mary. She put the hat behind her back as she bent in to get a better look.