The Pizza Place.

Austin grinned as he looked me up and down. "We're hungry for some pizza, so we're going to Anthony's."

Anthony's Pizza and Wings is the name of the pizza place that I worked at up until very recently. In the very short amount of time that I was there, I made two friends, Denise Fairland and Becca Dawson, Becca being someone that I was thinking about taking out on a date sometime.

Well... maybe not now, given my circumstances.

I looked at Austin in surprise, my hands clamped over my otherwise exposed penis. "Wait... you're actually letting me have something I want?"

Brittany scoffed. "As if. The pizza's for us, not you."

I looked down in disappointment. I should've known better than to think they were actually starting to be nice. They could have come to the apartment and picked me up, but no, they had me run all the way across town in my birthday suit.

"Okay..." I said after a sigh and walked to the back door of my car, opened it up, and climed in. I briefly took my hands away from my cock to put on a seatbelt and then moved them back right away.

Austin and Brittany entered the car from the front doors and settled in. Brittany looked in back at me, grinned, and then lifted up her phone and started taking pictures. "No covering up," she said bluntly.

Sighing, I moved my hands away from my penis and let her have her way with me. This impromptu photoshoot from the back of my old car made me wonder how many people actually knew about this absurd situation of mine, and maybe even saw some other pictures of me like this. If the whole debacle involving Buddy last week was anything to go off of, quite a few at least knew about a streaker.

And... fuck, even Denise knew.