I'll hold out hope

After dozens of men and women pass us and give me a good looking over, the women that escorted me appeared now in short red dresses showing lots of cleavage. One of them wore only white, that I guessed was the bride to be.

The two that kept me company went to get freshened up and changed. I stood naked surrounded by beautiful women in short dresses so needless to say, my dick was rock hard. It didn't help that occassionally, one of the ladies would stroll past and let her fingers play across my dick making it bounce with eagerness.

Finally, the two late ones burst out of the hotel and we were off walking down the sidewalk. The ladies turned a corner and then another corner until we found ourself at a cafe with outdoor seating. I had lost all hope of getting off the sidewalk at this point anyway. A TV screen could be seen in the large window from where we stood. The woman talked the waitress until letting them fill up the outdoor seating as she stared at my dick and giggled nervously.

A nearby speaker had music blaring from the bar. The women ordered drinks and got me one anyway after I said no. While they waited for them to arrive they shoved me around like a plaything as they all took turns. I had to ignore the shy uncomfortable feeling of being fondled and groped by strangers and act like a stripper used to this. A few sucked me right there while the others made crude remarks.

The drinks arrived and so did a female cop. She was flat chested compared to the wedding group. But she had a cute face and short dark hair, wearing her blue uniform and gun at her side. One of the woman got up to show the permit for the stripper. She looked it over but I heard her say she would stick around to make sure they were safe since is was dark now downtown. I supposed the mayor wanted his niece to be free of any criminal element that might arise.

"Let's have a dance," one of the women in back said and they all pointed at the girl sitting up front in white.

I guessed it was time to do something.