Is that who I think it is?

Zayne's shout must of warranted the attention of every last woman in the store. Probably not his fault his voice is so alluring. But he at least got the manager's attention.

"Cassidy!?" I spotted her familiar face holding a pink pen and a clipboard as I warily peeked over Zayne's shoulder.

"Hello Jack, how's it hanging?" Cassidy winked at me as she can clearly tell that I was stark-naked even as I feebly crouched behind Zayne.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm the manager of course. My family owns a clothing franchise so they left me in charge of one of their stores for some real world experience. Now what brings you guys here?"

"Well, in case you haven't guessed babe, our friend Jack here is in need of some clothes." Zayne jabbed his thumb behind him. "You think you can hook us up?"

"I would be delighted, but first, you might want to grab Jack a changing room."

"I would very much appreciate that!" I stood at that with my hands on Zayne's shoulders, still keeping him in front of me to guard my privates.

"They are over in that direction." Cassidy pointed with her pen towards a row of small wooden doors lined up against the wall. Reluctantly, I let go of Zayne to grasp my junk as I made a mad dash for the first vacant changing room I could get a hold of among the sea of catcalling onlookers. I slammed the door behind me so hard that the door itself actually bounced back open, leaving my backside completely on display. With my back still turned, I did not realize this yet. I hunched over with my hands on my knees for a few moments and breathed peacefully under the false belief that I was no longer in view. I stood up straight to compose myself for a few minutes taking a deep breath before examining my tiny changing room. I did a couple stretches to loosen myself up (much to my onlookers' amusement) and to get my mind off my recent embarrassment. When I finally turned around I paused as I looked at the captivated gazes of at least ten different women leering in at me. Every one of them was grinning from ear to ear as they eyeballed my swinging cock. My face flared red as a chili pepper as I grabbed my manhood once again and closed the dressing room door, this time locking it in place. Cheerful laughter echoed throughout the entire store as I squeezed myself into a corner.

I kept thinking how I must of looked totally ridiculous with my ass hanging out in front of everyone (including Zayne). In spite of all this embarrassment, I found myself praying that even if I get humiliated a thousand times today, even if I blow this upcoming job interview, I still want Zayne to think I was cool enough to ask out on a date once the day is through.