Macy and Georgia… of course.

"Awwww~ it looks like those doggies found us a blushing hunk!"

"Oh my God. No." I groan from my dais of embarrassment. It's the physical embodiment of all my nightmares, Macy.

"I think you mean, 'yes', Ahab. Or perhaps: Hellooo~ nurse!" The double-D cupped cop taunts as she grabs my ass, to which the crowd of women giggles. "It's always such a treat to see those cherry-red cheeks, Sugar. Both pairs, hahaha!"

My already red face tints a vivid scarlet at her teasing words and groping hands, and I can't muster the pride to respond.

"You seem a little overdressed, like those shorts are giving you trouble. We could always help a hottie like you out of your clothes." Georgia licentiously quips, half to me, half to my audience.

I panic, the perverted cops are winning over my sympathizers with promises of more skin. Wincing again as my shorts dig between my ass, I shout, "Don't you dare!"

"What do you think ladies? Shouldn't we help this poor, poor hunk out of his shorts?"

Rather than the raucous cheer I expected, there are a only few unscrupulous women who scream for my immediate stripping. A smiling, satisfied Macy and George each grab one leg of my drenched garment and start counting:

"One… "

"Two… "

"And three!"

My shorts are ripped clean off my hips, exposing my soaking wet briefs as I plummet to the grass; the perverted cops go the extra mile to tear the athletic bottoms in half while they're at it. It's all I can do not to shout when the cool summer breeze hits my sprinkler-soaked underwear… but my situation is much worse than I thought. Macy and George are awestruck, grinning like madwomen, and horrifyingly enough— gawking straight at my crotch.

I swallow hard, then cast my gaze down to match these licentious women's, and find—to my abject shame—that my skimpy briefs have turned completely transparent. It doesn't matter that I still have my underwear on, everyone can clearly see my penis through the thin fabric.

"Whoa! Does that leave anything to the imagination?" Asks Macy, eyeing me up and down, with an arm thrown over George's shoulder.

"Not at all—" her laughing partner in perversion agrees, goggling my visible cock, "—you can even see that he shaved today! Hahaha!"

A woman in attendance faints at the sight of my cock.

My abhorrent 'rescuers' start marching my barely-not-naked body into the throng of giggling, gawking girls. Now, I might be stronger than Macy, but there's nary a snail's chance of winning the Indy 500 that I can overpower both of these perverted policewomen.